<?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-7136777816298614248</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:15:18.769+08:00</updated><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Words from FunnyFace</title><subtitle type='html'>'words are all i have to take your heart away'.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-8969804414247263656</id><published>2008-11-05T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:44:14.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Do you want to meet up?</title><content type='html'>Do you want to meet up?...ermm,this question scares me a little bit...first of all,because someone whom i know online asked me that..and secondly,i am just scared of meeting someone i barely know face to face..not knowing whether the other person is good looking or pretty..is the person nice or rude...is the person going to harm me or not....just one question and many more questions rushed to my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up saying...let's chat for a little while more before we finally meet up with each other...not wanting to sound offensive but living in such times,i think is better to be safe than sorry.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual, I am having lots of thought going through my mind right after that...I was thinking,maybe is not that bad to just meet up for lunch on a Sunday...just meeting and knowing a new friend...I will be careful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm,maybe I will ask her out for a movie later on...&lt;div 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up?'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-4195930693809247333</id><published>2008-10-31T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:51:39.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Not The Way I Wanted To</title><content type='html'>Sitting here&lt;br /&gt;All alone by myself&lt;br /&gt;I thought about you&lt;br /&gt;The feelings I thought long gone&lt;br /&gt;Now resurfaced just like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I am not in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Not now and not ever&lt;br /&gt;Realizing I was never part of your world&lt;br /&gt;Do not know why it still matters&lt;br /&gt;After all these while&lt;br /&gt;I have no reasons to be here&lt;br /&gt;When I should be moving on&lt;br /&gt;And having a life&lt;br /&gt;My heart burdened and lost&lt;br /&gt;I wish the feelings would go&lt;br /&gt;Someday I’ll stop missing you&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you do love me&lt;br /&gt;But just not the way I wanted you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words were written a few weeks ago, I really thought I have let go, the feelings for this friend of mine all gone except for the love as a friend. But I guess it is not as easy as I want it to be.Given a choice, I sometimes ask myself, would I rather not know this friend at all?It took me a long, long time to be able to give an answer, not because I was unsure, but more because the more I think about it, I still find myself not regretting having this friend. I cannot have us more than friends, I understand that. One day if someone ask me whether I have fell in love with anyone before, you will come to my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you happy and blessed,my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-4195930693809247333?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/4195930693809247333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=4195930693809247333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/4195930693809247333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/4195930693809247333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-way-i-wanted-to.html' title='Not The Way I Wanted To'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-6970271729460689664</id><published>2008-10-20T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:28:09.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Missing someone - part 2</title><content type='html'>I have finally got a chance to talk my crush (M). M came online for a while on Saturday and i was extremely excited,estactic of coz to be able to see and have the name blinking online. I feel like a 7 years old kid with Rm 1 in my hand and not knowing to buy the ice cream or the candy. We talked for a while and i guess it was raining over at the other end and the line was disconnected and once again M went offline. I did not managed to even ask for the MSN address, the email address. How perfect the timing is,I ask myself. So that is why I don't really like the rain these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even wrote M a poem, just because I was bored and had nothing to do and since M was on my mind,so had to write out what is inside the head of mine. It is weird to be feeling this way when I do not know who M is,in the first place. Anyway, I am glad and happy that M is healthy and not sick. I hope to see you sometime this week too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-6970271729460689664?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/6970271729460689664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=6970271729460689664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/6970271729460689664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/6970271729460689664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-finally-got-chance-to-talk-my.html' title='Missing someone - part 2'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-2457829092502297845</id><published>2008-10-17T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:29:35.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Missing someone</title><content type='html'>How do i explain the reason behind this crush? We have just talked to each for 3 times and this week we do not have a chance to talk to each other. But already i miss talking to this crush of mine. Why is it happening again ya? I hate it when i feel so lost,like right now and i do not know how or who to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish for a chance that i will see this crush of mine online and i will ask for the emails,the MSN,almost everything that i am able to get my hands just so that i won't miss this person so much.&lt;br /&gt;Please come back online, soon...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-2457829092502297845?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/2457829092502297845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=2457829092502297845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/2457829092502297845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/2457829092502297845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/10/missing-someone.html' title='Missing someone'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-5686038548540110561</id><published>2008-09-15T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:41:38.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying On?For Good?</title><content type='html'>For months I wanted to get away from here,from work,from going back to doing the same thing everyday,from seeing the same people,the same environment. It was getting boring and I really needed some change. I was praying hard, deep inside my heart that I am able to change and move on.&lt;br /&gt;What was holding me back?The world current economic state?The insecurities of being away from home?Or just me being scared of changes, eventhough I wanted change to come my way?How ironic is that huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the One above have other plans for me. HE wants me to stay on, do the things I am doing right now. Is that good or bad?I do not know but I just feel for the first time after all these months that there might be something in store for me here. I might have overlooked and got clouded with me wanting to get away and do changes to my life.&lt;br /&gt;I still am looking and hoping for that change to come my way. Am I ready for it?I will never be ready, I guess. afterall this is life and it becomes more fun and exciting when we do not need the ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-5686038548540110561?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/5686038548540110561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=5686038548540110561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/5686038548540110561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/5686038548540110561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/09/staying-onfor-good.html' title='Staying On?For Good?'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-1454200442074764203</id><published>2008-08-27T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:38:16.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free and Moving On</title><content type='html'>From the tears on my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down slowly&lt;br /&gt;My mind and thoughts turns to you&lt;br /&gt;I have never cried for you&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am crying&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to stop&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is never my companion&lt;br /&gt;Not sure it will ever be&lt;br /&gt;The road ahead&lt;br /&gt;Long and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Reasons and advices&lt;br /&gt;Heard too much&lt;br /&gt;Understanding too little&lt;br /&gt;Love will take a turning point&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;The heartache will be the lesson&lt;br /&gt;The sadness will be the strength&lt;br /&gt;And the flowing tears will be the reason&lt;br /&gt;To finally free this heart&lt;br /&gt;And move on with a life without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-1454200442074764203?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/1454200442074764203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=1454200442074764203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/1454200442074764203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/1454200442074764203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/08/free-and-moving-on.html' title='Free and Moving On'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-1099226316217785770</id><published>2008-08-24T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:45:38.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful World</title><content type='html'>I wish for a day&lt;br /&gt;To be able to fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;To be able to dream freely&lt;br /&gt;And live a life surrounded with laughters&lt;br /&gt;I pray for a day&lt;br /&gt;That the world can be peaceful&lt;br /&gt;For us and the children&lt;br /&gt;Now and the future&lt;br /&gt;Looking up to the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;The rain is drizzling down&lt;br /&gt;Breathing in the fresh air&lt;br /&gt;The world is adapting to changes&lt;br /&gt;And I hope&lt;br /&gt;The rain after the storm&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow after the rain&lt;br /&gt;The sun after the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Life is still very much beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-1099226316217785770?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/1099226316217785770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=1099226316217785770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/1099226316217785770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/1099226316217785770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/08/beautiful-world.html' title='Beautiful World'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-3672136784239737693</id><published>2008-08-16T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:08:09.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You - Chapter 6</title><content type='html'>Work is piling up for me and sometimes there is some traveling involved. I am not really complaining as I love to travel and move about. Although it is tiring, still it feels good to be on the move always. We have been talking lesser these days. Is it a blessing to me, to us? I do not know. It is just hard to forget and move on when I am missing you so badly here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to an island last month. It was a beautiful place and so relaxing. Unfortunately no stars could be seen as the sky was dark that night. Sitting on the deck, relaxed and the sea was so calm, I dozed off to a sleep. I think I drifted into dreamland and in there I saw you. Standing there, smiling at me, you took hold of my hand. I have not felt so peaceful before, just like there are no more worries and concerns in my mind. What a feeling. I wanted to say something to you but I couldn’t find my voice, or maybe I just couldn’t find the right words. All I wanted is just for the moment to last as long as it could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaken by the sound of my friends laughter, I found out that I have just slept for less than 5 minutes but the memory of the dream stays on. I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you&lt;br /&gt;-W-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still missing you here. Knowing I should store away my feelings to protect the heart that is already aching. I guess the more I tried to hide away the feelings the harder it gets to just forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-3672136784239737693?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/3672136784239737693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=3672136784239737693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/3672136784239737693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/3672136784239737693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-you-chapter-6.html' title='Dear You - Chapter 6'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-3439810646231005627</id><published>2008-08-15T17:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:23:43.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apa Kata Hatiku</title><content type='html'>trying to write a Malay poem for the first time..it sounds very weird..but is a start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impian tak termabul&lt;br /&gt;Dan keinginan terlanjur&lt;br /&gt;Apa kata hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Yang merasai kesakitan&lt;br /&gt;Yang mengalami kepiluan&lt;br /&gt;Ku telah jatuh cinta denganmu&lt;br /&gt;Cinta yang tak dibalas&lt;br /&gt;Yang tidak sepatutnya bermula&lt;br /&gt;Apa kata hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Yang sudah hancur&lt;br /&gt;Dengan permergianmu&lt;br /&gt;Saat dan ketika&lt;br /&gt;Telah berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hatiku masih merindui dririmu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-3439810646231005627?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/3439810646231005627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=3439810646231005627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/3439810646231005627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/3439810646231005627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/08/apa-kata-hatiku.html' title='Apa Kata Hatiku'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-2009979442126610354</id><published>2008-08-14T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:26:57.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You - Chapter 5</title><content type='html'>Writing has become my therapy these days. Things that I am not able to say, I write. Sometimes I wish I have the courage to say out what is inside my heart. I want to let you know that my feelings for you feel so real that it scares me sometimes to even think about it. I have never had such strong feelings before this. But such feelings I know will only get hurt as I will never ever get you to feel the same way about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you been doing lately? I have not written much these days. Work has kept me real busy. Maybe is a good thing that I am away from home because I really do not know what to talk to you these days. Sometimes I feel that I am just putting up a smile in front of you. Makes me feel really tired on someday when you could sense something is wrong with me and I deny it almost all the time. The reason; I do not want to have you sad over the wrong feelings I had for you. But almost all the time you do not believe that I am actually all right. You have physic abilities, I would say but you told me is because you care for me. So touching and so comforting to me. But at the same time I know I have no right to feel that way about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been writing a lot of poems these days. All related to the feelings I had for you. Only through those words I am able to let my feelings show. I wish I am stronger so that I can block these feelings that I had for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you&lt;br /&gt;-W-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to say but nothing could ever be said enough. Million of words to form thousand of sentences but none could ever said it more correctly than, ‘I Love You”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-2009979442126610354?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/2009979442126610354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=2009979442126610354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/2009979442126610354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/2009979442126610354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-you-chapter-5.html' title='Dear You - Chapter 5'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-927662769881507916</id><published>2008-08-13T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:34:02.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You - Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>Everyone wants to be able to find the true love of their life. I have been searching for years but found nothing. I thought I am always lucky enough to have you as a friend. But when I wanted more from this friendship I faced the consequence of losing you as a friend. I do not know since when I await the chats we have over the internet, or when will I be able to hear your voice again. All and more makes me loves you even more, miss you even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I lied to you yesterday night. When you said you sensed something was wrong with me, I told you nothing was wrong. Everything is fine with me. In fact, it just gets harder to talk to you each time when all I really want to say to you is I love you. There are just too many things to say and I do not know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying to you on this, I know will make you very sad. I am very sorry. I do not know when I will stop loving you. Maybe I won’t ever. I found you but not your love. I have to repeatedly tell myself that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you,&lt;br /&gt;-W-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to finding true love is still a long way. From where I stand I can’t see the ending horizon. Maybe I will not ever but I hope you will find yours soon. I am not able to give you the love and happiness but I know someone lucky will have your heart someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-927662769881507916?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/927662769881507916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=927662769881507916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/927662769881507916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/927662769881507916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-you-chapter-4.html' title='Dear You - Chapter 4'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-5171273544599704301</id><published>2008-08-12T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:09:10.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You - Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>The start of the week was not as bad I thought it would be. Work kept me busy the whole day but did not keep me till late. I am reading a book titled Night Train to Lisbon. It is a story of going on a journey to another country, in search of something that can make us understand the meaning of our true existence and also ourselves. I wonder when I will know myself better, understand myself more. All these are lessons in life that no money or training can ever buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is a cold night. I went to bed early, right after a chapter from the book, Night Train to Lisbon. I covered myself with the thick blanket. At the same time I wish it was your arms that is  keeping me warm. But sadly I know I will never have that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is always cold at night these days. How about over at your side? Is it the same? If yes then please do keep yourself warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a poem for you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss calling you, ‘baby’&lt;br /&gt;The one word that makes me feels so close to you&lt;br /&gt;So attached to your heart&lt;br /&gt;You have become very dear to me&lt;br /&gt;In ways you might not know&lt;br /&gt;In words that I could never explained&lt;br /&gt;More than anything in this world&lt;br /&gt;How I wish to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And whisper ‘baby’ to you once again&lt;br /&gt;The whisper gone unheard&lt;br /&gt;As I carry my heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;Away from hurting you&lt;br /&gt;In the wind I can still hear&lt;br /&gt;In my heart I can still feel&lt;br /&gt;You, my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you&lt;br /&gt;-W-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the poem out loud, hoping somehow you are able to hear it. I was just being silly.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at what I did, hugged my pillow closer and whispered ‘goodnight dear’.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-5171273544599704301?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/5171273544599704301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=5171273544599704301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/5171273544599704301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/5171273544599704301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-you-chapter-3.html' title='Dear You - Chapter 3'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-8089300382478832762</id><published>2008-08-11T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:12:15.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You - Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>Dear You – Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is the only day of the week where I can sleep till late in the morning. But today is a little bit different. I have so many things to do, a breakfast in the morning, a movie in the afternoon, and then a concert at night. I remembered you told me before that the singer is your favorite singer. How I wish you were here to go with me to the concert. I came back home late tonight but before I go to sleep, I sat down at my desk and wrote you another letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was awesome. I am sure you will be shouting with joy the instance she walked on to the stage and sing her first song. But sadly she did not sing my favorite song. The finale was awesome as she ended the concert with the most anticipated song of the night. A song that talked about a love that still goes on no matter what happened or where we are. A love that is untouchable by time and as time goes by it can only get stronger and stronger. She sang a song in French which I am sure you are going to enjoy it. I do not understand a word but I could feel the love message that the song is trying to convey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back exhausted and tired. The long day has finally ended and tomorrow is a start to another long week. I wonder how you have been doing lately. I hope everything is good. My eyes are real heavy so I have to stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write to you again soon. Take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you,&lt;br /&gt;-W-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are getting heavier as I put the letter in the drawer. Lying down on my bed, the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep is your smile. I smiled myself to sleep that night. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-8089300382478832762?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/8089300382478832762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=8089300382478832762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/8089300382478832762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/8089300382478832762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-you-chapter-2.html' title='Dear You - Chapter 2'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-7998563196186577432</id><published>2008-08-10T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T16:41:53.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name means....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Wai Chee Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are very charming... dangerously so. You have the potential to break a lot of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;You know how what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;You have the power to rule the world. Let's hope you're a benevolent dictator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-7998563196186577432?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/7998563196186577432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=7998563196186577432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/7998563196186577432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/7998563196186577432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-name-means.html' title='My Name means....'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-3239890300801816204</id><published>2008-08-09T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:14:04.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You - Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>All these while I thought I am able to stop loving you. I was wrong, the more I try to deny it, the deeper I am falling. You have been part of my life for almost a year and I felt I have known you forever. All these while I was just lying to myself when I say I do not care, I have let go or time will really make me forget. Can time really make us forget? I do not know but all I know is I needed this space and time to walk away from here, from you. But I just do not know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings and thoughts I have for you are all bottled inside my heart. You always tell me we can be nothing more than friends. Those words really pierced through my heart but I can’t do anything but to accept the fact. I repeatedly tell myself that but the pain still lingers on, the tears sometimes do well up in my eyes. I have started writing letters to you these days, hoping somehow you are able to read these unsent letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off well as sunshine is back shining in the city. I hope it stays that way the whole day today. How are you? Still having cold weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to town yesterday and saw this really big and cute bear at the window showcase. It reminded me of you somehow. I hugged the bear so tight that I think I might have embarrassed myself a little bit in the shop. And again the thought of you came flooding back to my mind. Yes, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you&lt;br /&gt;-W-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I read the letter for many times, folding it and keeping it inside the drawer finally. I turned off the lights, tired and I hugged my pillow closer. I am cold. I am missing you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-3239890300801816204?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/3239890300801816204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=3239890300801816204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/3239890300801816204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/3239890300801816204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-you-chapter-1.html' title='Dear You - Chapter 1'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-7303562444939999779</id><published>2008-04-12T23:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:46:18.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>in the last week of March,me and my friends went to Chiang Mai,Thailand for a 4days 3 nights trip...it was a trip where we all wanted to go so that we can relax before entering into April where big changes awaits all of us...especially for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new changes for me means i have been transferred to a new dept where i will now be independent...no one to rely on,reporting straight to my manager..every decision i make is going to affect sales and a lot of people as well at store operation...sounds scary when i first gotta know i am being given this responsibility..but at the same time i await this new job with much anticipation as i really wanted this new change....so 2 weeks into this new dept,not so bad...the first few days were really hard as there seem to be so much to do yet i do not know where or how to start..i felt like crying then but i hold back the tears and stayed calm...so after a week and up until now i can safely say that i am doing well,there are lot of things to learn and it is going to be a great learning experience as i await for the real test to come in the 2nd half of the year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coming back to Chiang Mai...so the place..well,it was a city with a population of over 1.7million,unlike Bangkok that have over 7million of people there...Chiang Mai is a city that lights up at night in a way that is not too noisy,a city that is very rich in architecture of temples and have very skilled people in the city,and a city that is hot in the day and cooling at night...in short,is a modern city but the history is still very much preserved and appreciated by the ppl in the city...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;lephants are very precious to them...they teach elephants in a camp and so they performed for us tourists to see..they draw and do stunts,and play football..very cute..and i got to go for an elephant ride...bumpy ride but fun...i was holding so tight to the chair on top of the elephant back that my hands were all red after the ride..LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t112/ngwc80/Chiang%20Mai/P1020291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t112/ngwc80/Chiang%20Mai/P1020291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t112/ngwc80/Chiang%20Mai/P1020281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="239" alt="" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t112/ngwc80/Chiang%20Mai/P1020281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t112/ngwc80/Chiang%20Mai/P1020282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t112/ngwc80/Chiang%20Mai/P1020282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;also visited the Long Neck village ppl...very nice group of ppl with smiles on their faces eventhough life for them is hard...classroom for them are the ones like below..how fortunate we are in the city...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t112/ngwc80/Chiang%20Mai/P1020374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t112/ngwc80/Chiang%20Mai/P1020374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t112/ngwc80/Chiang%20Mai/P1020364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" height="130" alt="" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t112/ngwc80/Chiang%20Mai/P1020364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t112/ngwc80/Chiang%20Mai/P1020341.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this Chiang Mai,Thailand trip is the first in year 2008..hopefully going to do 2 more by end of the year..hopefully...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-7303562444939999779?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t112/ngwc80/Chiang%20Mai/th_P1020291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-2951483657968326716</id><published>2008-03-14T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:20:33.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh New Air</title><content type='html'>the recently concluded 12th general election in malaysia ended with every one feeling that democracy really do exist here...the excitement of waiting for the results to be announced was the highlight of the night...everyone,including myself was glued to the tv to hear on the latest results of the election..it was the first time for me,well to be really interested in this whole election drama thing...the opposition parties shouted "change" and on other side,the current govt banked on stability and growth for the country to win the hearts and votes of the ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end,the opposition parties won the rights to rule 5 states in malaysia while the other states remained in the hands of the current govt....now the eyes of the whole nation is on the opposition parties to perform and act on their promises to the ppl in the states,as well as to show to the whole country that change is not neccesarily bad for the political system and the country as a whole...my state is one of the 5states that had been taken over by the opposition parties and now i await for the changes or probably some improvement to the state to be done by this new state govt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept at about 2am that night of the election,staying up late to get the latest results...woke up the next day,feeling the same yet everything seem to be different...is like God has breathed in new fresh air to the whole country...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-2951483657968326716?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/2951483657968326716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=2951483657968326716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/2951483657968326716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/2951483657968326716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/03/fresh-new-air.html' title='Fresh New Air'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-8305792745982471601</id><published>2008-03-01T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:14:32.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions Made</title><content type='html'>finally have decided on which directions to go...to go to a new job or to stay at the current one...well,have decided to stay on this current job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to stay on coz i have been transferred to a new dept and i know it will be some new challenges for me...is not going to be easy,as i already have a rough idea on how all these work..so i think i am going to take all these with an open and positive mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully my decision to stay on is correct...my friend told me,whatever decision you have made,that will be the best decision for yourself...i have to trully have faith in what i have decided,making the best out of it...and pray to God that everything will be good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-8305792745982471601?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/8305792745982471601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=8305792745982471601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/8305792745982471601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/8305792745982471601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/03/decisions-made.html' title='Decisions Made'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-6687936718926239827</id><published>2008-02-20T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:19:20.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Decisions</title><content type='html'>i hate to be at a crossroad,either to take the left or right turn...well,what i mean is when i do not know where i am supposed to be going...you don't know the roads which will give you a smoother ride...you won't know which roads will have more beautiful scenery...all these questions just make me stand longer at the crossroads, thinking of going to the left or the right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my decision is wrong,i have chosen the wrong road to travel on,what will happen to me?will i be able to survive?will i still be able to see my future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh,i just hate standing at the crossroads?...can i just flip the coin and ask the Lord above to decide for me??...maybe the Lord has long ago decided for me,i just need to open my heart and listen to what He wants to say to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-6687936718926239827?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/6687936718926239827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=6687936718926239827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/6687936718926239827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/6687936718926239827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/02/making-decisions.html' title='Making Decisions'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-7783049768483613667</id><published>2008-02-14T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:15:21.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispers Of Love</title><content type='html'>since is V-Day guess i post this here for those who have someone special to read...i am not celebrating it,rather i think i prefer celebrating Happy Single Day...anyway,here is one sweet, i think,poem for you all to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Softly I whisper to your ears&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;You stirred&lt;br /&gt;Hugging me closer in your arms&lt;br /&gt;The happy and sad&lt;br /&gt;I have come to love all of it&lt;br /&gt;Because I found a hand to hold&lt;br /&gt;When I am down&lt;br /&gt;Because I found a smile to look at&lt;br /&gt;When I am sad&lt;br /&gt;Because I found love&lt;br /&gt;When I am looking at you&lt;br /&gt;The wind is blowing softly outside the window&lt;br /&gt;I snuggled closer in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And as I closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I heard the sweetest whisper&lt;br /&gt;I love you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's to all..have a great one...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-7783049768483613667?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/7783049768483613667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=7783049768483613667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/7783049768483613667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/7783049768483613667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/02/whispers-of-love.html' title='Whispers Of Love'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-195753712591478189</id><published>2008-02-05T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T17:26:03.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for 6pm</title><content type='html'>is 5.20pm,as i am writing this...waiting for 6pm to come so that i can call this a day...going back home for the CNY...i am all excited coz it will be a 5days leave and just the thought of not working makes me feel so restless now...the time seems to have stopped at 5.20pm and not moved even a second...i looked at the clock again and is still 5.20pm..*sigh*...why cant time move faster when we want to,i wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the makan besar is this wed,i am sure everyone is prepared to eat all their hearts out...the food going to be yummy...and i so miss the cookies that my mum bought for me to eat,is only during CNY that i can have that cookies so making it more precious...i will and can only eat it tomorrow when i reach my house...&lt;br /&gt;to everyone reading this HAPPY CNY...GONG XI FA CAI..and the clock is at 5.22pm...YAY,at least it moved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm will come..i just have to wait for it patiently...till we meet again in the Year of the RAT...CIAO..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-195753712591478189?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/195753712591478189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=195753712591478189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/195753712591478189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/195753712591478189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2008/02/waiting-for-6pm.html' title='Waiting for 6pm'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-3368134112613260571</id><published>2007-12-12T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T23:53:26.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Kids</title><content type='html'>recently a friend sent me a song by Adibah Noor called Terlalu Istimewa...i know this song is about a year old and only now i get to hear it,i know i am kinda outdated but now i know is a good song...&lt;br /&gt;the song inspired me to write these few words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are too special&lt;br /&gt;No words I could think of&lt;br /&gt;For them to describes you&lt;br /&gt;All the joy shining in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;All the love coming from your heart&lt;br /&gt;Just a look at you&lt;br /&gt;Takes my heart away&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;Watching you cry&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you have been hurt&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything&lt;br /&gt;To protect you from any harm&lt;br /&gt;To keep you safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;There is no barrier in loving you&lt;br /&gt;As God shows his love in your eyes and heart&lt;br /&gt;You are just too special&lt;br /&gt;In His eyes&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sure hope someday the wars will stop,the fights gonna end,the abuse gonna end...then the kids will have a better home to live in..a better place to call home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-3368134112613260571?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-476848709472784877</id><published>2007-10-07T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T14:02:59.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Birthday poems for someone...Happy Birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magic carpet&lt;br /&gt;Ready for a magical ride&lt;br /&gt;Flying you away from troubles&lt;br /&gt;Flying you away from sadness&lt;br /&gt;As the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;Bringing you happiness&lt;br /&gt;Bringing you laughter&lt;br /&gt;Bringing you health&lt;br /&gt;You so much deserved&lt;br /&gt;Reach out and touch the stars&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and feel the air&lt;br /&gt;Blessing of love and joy&lt;br /&gt;To such a beautiful soul like you&lt;br /&gt;The magic still continues&lt;br /&gt;Even if the ride has stop&lt;br /&gt;Because you are special and magical&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off like a normal morning&lt;br /&gt;Everyone walking so fast&lt;br /&gt;Everyone going somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Cars jammed on the street&lt;br /&gt;But to me it feels different&lt;br /&gt;Love seems to be in the air&lt;br /&gt;Happiness seems to be everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if you feel the same as well&lt;br /&gt;When the sun rise over at your side&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful morning&lt;br /&gt;A special day&lt;br /&gt;For a beautiful you&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-476848709472784877?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/476848709472784877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-7678322124500308966</id><published>2007-09-16T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T21:58:09.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cute meet up</title><content type='html'>someone commented that what i wrote are always very sad..asked me why...&lt;br /&gt;i said,i got some not so sad ones as well...so here is one i wrote recently...i find it very cute..and if you are meeting anyone for the first time,i guess this could be what you are feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day we do meet&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will be the first word I say to you&lt;br /&gt;Will it be ‘hey’ or ‘hi’?&lt;br /&gt;Or will it be ‘hello’?&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to make a fool out of myself I think I’ll settle for a ‘hi’&lt;br /&gt;Then what is next&lt;br /&gt;‘How are you?’ or ‘Everything’s fine I hope’&lt;br /&gt;Too shy to talk moreI feel ‘How are you?’ is the safest approach&lt;br /&gt;Then what&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know as I have already ran out of ideas&lt;br /&gt;And I know you’ll be standing there laughing at me&lt;br /&gt;That is when I will realize I have already broken the ice&lt;br /&gt;Both of us standing there, laughing at each other&lt;br /&gt;That is when I think no words need to be spoken&lt;br /&gt;As I give you a hug that tells everything&lt;br /&gt;A hug that says I miss you&lt;br /&gt;A hug that says I am so glad to meet you&lt;br /&gt;A hug that says I am so glad we are friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so sad i hope...thanks for reading...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-7678322124500308966?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-8881852083088256727</id><published>2007-09-12T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T12:36:02.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new</title><content type='html'>something new i tried on writing...friends told me it was kinda dark and errie..i feel is kinda like a fantasy feeling..is like dreaming but yet it felt so real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark clouds above my head&lt;br /&gt;The rain is coming our way&lt;br /&gt;I am searching for you&lt;br /&gt;Before the darkness comes and surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;I tried to shout but no voice came out&lt;br /&gt;Longing for your touch&lt;br /&gt;Longing for the smell of your skin&lt;br /&gt;I continue to walk on&lt;br /&gt;From afar I saw you&lt;br /&gt;Or I thought it was you&lt;br /&gt;I ran towards you&lt;br /&gt;Only to find is only air I am grabbing&lt;br /&gt;I fell down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Crying, I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;It has already started to rain&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Opening to find myself surrounded by the coldness of the wall&lt;br /&gt;I hugged my pillow closer&lt;br /&gt;And I think I smelt you&lt;br /&gt;Before I float myself into dreamland, yet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-8881852083088256727?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/8881852083088256727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=8881852083088256727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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I always hummed it silently to myself&lt;br /&gt;There are not much lyrics to it&lt;br /&gt;But each word tells everything that is inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;I have no chance to sing this song for you&lt;br /&gt;Because I will be out of tune&lt;br /&gt;Because it will be painful&lt;br /&gt;Because I do not know how to face you after that&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to keep this song to myself&lt;br /&gt;When all I want is to go up on stage and sing to you&lt;br /&gt;I pushed open the window in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Hoping light will come in to the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Hoping the wind will make me understand&lt;br /&gt;Holding on means hurting myself more&lt;br /&gt;Letting go means moving on&lt;br /&gt;I still hummed the song silently&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear it now&lt;br /&gt;Someday I might forget the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;But a part of me will always be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*an inspiration i got from a song...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-8333330557201563489?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/8333330557201563489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=8333330557201563489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/8333330557201563489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/8333330557201563489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2007/09/song-in-my-heart.html' title='Song in My Heart'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-8535462503945443087</id><published>2007-09-01T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T02:30:46.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back...</title><content type='html'>i am back from shanghai...it was a tiring 5hrs journey but i enjoyed every bit of it...we reached shanghai at about 8pm that friday morning...and we had to take an almost 2 hrs train ride before we finally arrived at the hotel..besides the long train journey,well not really long,it was also because we do not know which train to take in order to be on the correct track to reach that hotel...we asked for directions and had to stop at the train station to study the map of the train line...and since the people there are not that friendly,so it makes it even harder..pls bear in mind that we are speaking mandarin to them when we asked them for directions..maybe they find our mandarin weird or funny..no idea why but they look at us like the mandarin we are talking are from space..which is funny when i think back now...hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,the concert was my main priority...so i was not going to let this affect my mood...but i do miss malaysia at that moment because we malaysians are much more friendlier...eventhough we speak in a different language...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during the concert night..it was so high and the other fans from China are very professional...they have banners ready,whistles and everything else that i do not know what it is called...but they are ready to celebrate..and i am ready to shout and join in the fun..the opening act by gigi was great...she was like an angel,flying down from the heavens above...and the song was perfect for the opening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she changed a few times for the whole concert...and it was nice and refreshing to see her with a new outfit after 5-6 songs...she is too thin in my opinion,maybe too tired and too stress out for this concert..she need a rest after that for sure...the whole concert lasted for about 2hrs and as fast as it started,it ended when we all were feeling very high and wanted more from her..we waited even after her encore part,hoping she could come out and sing us one more song..but no,i guess the security there won't allow her to do so,although in reports the next day,she said she wanted to come out to her fans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we waited for her at a restaurant after her concert..we all knew she will be there to have an after concert celebration...with her concert production team,the medias,her mum and brother...so we all waited for her out there,hoping to see her up close..and we were really lucky that night..before she goes off,her personal assistant arranged for each continent/city to have a picture taken with her..and we from malaysia (3 of us) were really lucky as we could stand really close to gigi and have a picture taken with her...i am still waiting for that picture,it was taken by someone..a reporter maybe..so i am anticipating for it as well..can't wait too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole trip to shanghai was worth it..i still feel like dreaming even when i was on the plane back to malaysia on monday afternoon...although it was not a friendly city,still it was a memorable trip for me...&lt;br /&gt;so till the next gigi concert...i will remember this shanghai concert for a very long time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-8535462503945443087?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/8535462503945443087/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-1176863915258752843</id><published>2007-08-22T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T12:31:04.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 3 more days...</title><content type='html'>i am still not counting the days to my departure...hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;but yes,3 more days and i am off to shanghai and i am sure going to enjoy myself over there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it still has not sunk inside my mind that i am really going for this concert...i still feel like i am dreaming...and i am sure when i am at the concert i will still feel the same thing...&lt;br /&gt;loads of pictures will be taken..never been to the city but i have heard that it is very beautiful..also looking forward to eat their local speciality, Xiao Long Bao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so until the next time i post..which probably will be after i come back from this trip..&lt;br /&gt;take care to those who is reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-1176863915258752843?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/1176863915258752843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=1176863915258752843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/1176863915258752843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/1176863915258752843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-3-more-days.html' title='Another 3 more days...'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-5322975836047226747</id><published>2007-08-14T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T13:51:04.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 more days...</title><content type='html'>in less than 2 weeks time i will be going for a trip of my dreams...i am so very excited about this whole trip..not because of the place i am going to but more because the things i am gonna do while i am there...i am going there to see a concert...yea,a concert whom i can only dream of watching but it has now really come true for me...who is the singer then?...well,give a wild guess...i put up her pictures here once,so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,am glad that time do not move that slowly..well,maybe i was busy so time was quick moving as well...but i am not compaining as the agony of waiting for a trip to come is way too much to bear for me..and i am just happy by next week friday i will be up in the sky...hahahaha...it just feels so great and there will be loads of pictures,loads of them when i come back...hopefully if i am lucky will be able to catch one with the singer herself....keeping my fingers crossed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have less than 2 weeks time, around 9 days before i go...no,i am not counting my days...hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-5322975836047226747?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-1944779065093730584</id><published>2007-07-30T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:49:22.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish to tell you..</title><content type='html'>words are swimming inside my head&lt;br /&gt;couldn't find the words to describe what i am feeling&lt;br /&gt;no words to say how i am feeling&lt;br /&gt;just a look at your eyes melts my heart&lt;br /&gt;takes my breath away with just one smile from you&lt;br /&gt;special and precious you are to me&lt;br /&gt;how i wish you know&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could tell you all this&lt;br /&gt;i hope time will be on my side&lt;br /&gt;so that one day i'll have the chance&lt;br /&gt;to tell you,you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;to tell you,you're very special to me&lt;br /&gt;to tell you,i care&lt;br /&gt;to tell you,i love you...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-1944779065093730584?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/1944779065093730584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=1944779065093730584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/1944779065093730584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/1944779065093730584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2007/07/wish-to-tell-you.html' title='wish to tell you..'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-10106689726574321</id><published>2007-07-27T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:10:44.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Crush</title><content type='html'>I am feeling weird these days&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling not myself these days&lt;br /&gt;I try to listen to what my heart says&lt;br /&gt;I try to find the reasons behind&lt;br /&gt;Trying as hard as I can&lt;br /&gt;I could not deny&lt;br /&gt;Because of you I am not myself&lt;br /&gt;Because of you I feel love is sweet&lt;br /&gt;And because of you I think the world is much more beautiful place&lt;br /&gt;And I thanked God for keeping you safe and happyu will&lt;br /&gt;And I thanked God most of all for getting to know you&lt;br /&gt;You might not know and might not realized&lt;br /&gt;This faraway fool&lt;br /&gt;Who holds a secret crush on you&lt;br /&gt;Who loves just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Who just hope you are happy and blessed all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-10106689726574321?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/10106689726574321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=10106689726574321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/10106689726574321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/10106689726574321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2007/07/secret-crush.html' title='Secret Crush'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-2203061529026788063</id><published>2007-07-23T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T11:15:40.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Have you ever see a shooting star?&lt;br /&gt;They say we can see it on a very rare occasion&lt;br /&gt;On a very special occasion&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen one&lt;br /&gt;But when I got to know you&lt;br /&gt;I think I saw a glimpse of that in my life&lt;br /&gt;Not as bright as I thought it would be&lt;br /&gt;But enough for me to be thankful&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for the laughs and secrets we shared&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for the love I am able to give you&lt;br /&gt;Thankful just for the chance to know you&lt;br /&gt;And I am thankful for being able to write&lt;br /&gt;These 3 words to you&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-2203061529026788063?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/2203061529026788063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=2203061529026788063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/2203061529026788063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/2203061529026788063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2007/07/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-7086522333991351897</id><published>2007-07-15T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T01:42:32.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wonder Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/Rpj_Wvd33qI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VDP8GRlJNwg/s1600-h/7wonderwomen03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087096545278942882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/Rpj_Wvd33qI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VDP8GRlJNwg/s200/7wonderwomen03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/Rpj_Evd33pI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TWHmFYZUQjE/s1600-h/7wonderwomen02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087096236041297554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="149" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/Rpj_Evd33pI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TWHmFYZUQjE/s200/7wonderwomen02.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/Rpj-OPd33oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9RZNcRuxeMA/s1600-h/7wonderwomen00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087095299738427010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" height="164" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/Rpj-OPd33oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9RZNcRuxeMA/s200/7wonderwomen00.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw this movie Wonder Woman last thursday...was acted by my favourite singer,so of course must support and go cinema and see..these are the few scenes that i managed to get from other sites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the movie is a movie to commemorate the 10year anniversary of HK handover back to China...so it revolves around the news and events from year 1997 till present times...from economic crisis,SARS and other topics that saw how HK gone through it all...all from the experiences of gigi leung character Joy...how she lost her husband through a car accident,her son and her best friend through SARS...how she almost killed herself coz she feels she do not have anything worth living in this world...but then someone came to rescue her...and from then on,she felt that there is more to life...nothing is impossible..that is her favourite quote....and surely nothing is impossible for gigi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gigi acted really well in this movie..i could feel her pain,her sadness in there...is like i myself was experiencing the whole thing...maybe i like her,so that is why i felt that way eventhough some might not agree that she acted that well...but it is really a breakthrough performance from her...and there are some scenes that is so touching that i think it was hard for gigi to stop crying even after the director said 'cut'....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while i was watching this movie,there are some words in my head...so i came back and after a while i came out with these words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;It was said that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Women bones are much stronger than men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I am not sure how true it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But I think we are not as weak as we look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And we are not as naïve as perceived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Women are loving souls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;That was wonderfully crafted by God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;To be loved in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And to bring love to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;You are one such woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;That can make me cry and laugh at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mesmerized by your smile and your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Making me smile even in my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;With thoughts of you around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;As I float myself into dreamland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hoping you will know you are loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Each and every minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hoping you know you are my wonder woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Always have been and always will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dedicated to all the special wonder women in my life...and to all other wonderful women ard the world...-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-7086522333991351897?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/7086522333991351897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=7086522333991351897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/7086522333991351897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/7086522333991351897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2007/07/saw-this-movie-wonder-woman-last.html' title='My Wonder Woman'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/Rpj_Wvd33qI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VDP8GRlJNwg/s72-c/7wonderwomen03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-7333703915053868584</id><published>2007-07-12T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T11:16:02.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Risky Move??</title><content type='html'>i have been thinking a lot lately about changing jobs...well,actually i am sure i want to change jobs but is just the move to singapore that i am not sure whether i should be doing or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the situation right now is like this..if i were to make a move to singapore,i will need to resign from my current job and then move there to find a job..i might get it in a month time,if i am lucky enough..but if cannot then it will be months...i am thinking of moving there by end of sept and then start looking for jobs there...or i can go there after chinese new year and then start looking...which is better ahh?i also don't really know...most friends said both time also ok,but they say probably after chinese new year will be better...but i don't really want to stay for another 6mths in this current job...fed up already with the working environment here...&lt;br /&gt;so any advice from you all,or from anyone who is reading this...i am really at lost here,don't know whether is a risky move or is should i just do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a movie last few months..there is this scene in this movie and it inspired me to write the below words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;in the darkness of the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i could feel your presence so close beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;yet so far from my touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i wished to hold you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;to gently touch on your hairand kiss you lightly on the lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i wished i could gather the courage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;to tell you i have feelings for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;to tell i long to be in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;the lights were turned back on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and i was brought to reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i looked at you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;not knowing what to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;what to do with my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;that moment i realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i have fallen in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hugs..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-7333703915053868584?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/7333703915053868584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=7333703915053868584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/7333703915053868584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/7333703915053868584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2007/07/risky-move.html' title='Risky Move??'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-3405172591465484935</id><published>2007-07-04T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:16:21.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playing the right note</title><content type='html'>i do not how to play any musical instrument but i love music...i love pop-rock,ballad and r&amp;b,or just practially any melodies that suits my ears are my favourites...&lt;br /&gt;i love to read the lyrics of a song as well...that is how i learn how to read those chinese words,i learn it through lyrics and the more i read,the more words i got to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i know how to play instruments i would love to put melodies to every word that i have written...well,maybe i have to get to know someone who knows how then that will be so cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I held the guitar in my hand&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know how to play one&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;Then I will be able to find the right note&lt;br /&gt;The right note to tell you how badly I miss you&lt;br /&gt;The note just to tell you I am sorry I love you&lt;br /&gt;Tears were in my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I walked away from you&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you never love me&lt;br /&gt;You never will love me&lt;br /&gt;I was just too naïve to believe you will one day&lt;br /&gt;And I know I need to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Away with just a small memory of you&lt;br /&gt;Kept inside my heart forever&lt;br /&gt;As I continue to hold the guitar in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you could someday hear the love note&lt;br /&gt;Which I had tried so hard to play&lt;br /&gt;And make you listen to it&lt;br /&gt;One day, someday I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i hope your other half or someone you like heard what you are trying to say...if not then i hope you find comfort in what i wrote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day they will...if not then maybe is not meant to be at all...&lt;br /&gt;God knows better...He really does...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-3405172591465484935?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/3405172591465484935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=3405172591465484935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/3405172591465484935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/3405172591465484935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2007/07/playing-right-note.html' title='playing the right note'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-3579584198577118341</id><published>2007-07-01T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:28:04.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my earlier words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/RoZ1Q0eDGZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lI1aosvmQlM/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081878161357216146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/RoZ1Q0eDGZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lI1aosvmQlM/s200/sunset.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is picture of a sunset..not sure if it is a real or not but it is very beautiful...if i do see it with my own eyes i am sure it is even more breathtaking...how God works His miracles in our surrounding...just marvelous and great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was cleaning my house today and i found this book..it was a book that i used to write many of my words in it...now i have stopped writing inside the book,instead i wrote in the computer and save into my pendrive...well i read back some of the things i wrote there...many memories in this book,some already forgotten by me...how time really can make someone forgets...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here are some of my earlier words...not really nice but something from the heart when i wrote it at that time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the shadow beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tells me i am not alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dare not turn to look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dare not turn to touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afraid i'll lose you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your presence beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gave me an assurance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am not alone, will never be alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with you beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cannot control time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without warning, time flies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as time flew by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realized i lost many but i gained even more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time waits for no one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it goes round and round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i am glad in my time dimenstion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am given a chance to know who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-3579584198577118341?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/3579584198577118341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=3579584198577118341' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/3579584198577118341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/3579584198577118341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-earlier-words.html' title='my earlier words...'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/RoZ1Q0eDGZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lI1aosvmQlM/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-5679720994713908679</id><published>2007-06-30T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:21:13.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love your smile</title><content type='html'>smile is one of the greatest gift from God and i am glad i saw your smile in the pictures today...&lt;br /&gt;you gave me a reason to smile because i know you are special...i wrote this yesterday and i hope someday i can have you read it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I saw your picture&lt;br /&gt;It was your smile that attracted me&lt;br /&gt;It was your smile that had me stared for a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;Acting like a fool while looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;I smiled to myself&lt;br /&gt;And I know I am laughing inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;Because I finally found a smile&lt;br /&gt;That melts my heart&lt;br /&gt;That make me feel I am falling in love&lt;br /&gt;How I wished I could hug you this very moment&lt;br /&gt;To tell you I really do care about you&lt;br /&gt;And you are in my thoughts all the time&lt;br /&gt;If you knew, if only you know&lt;br /&gt;If only I have the courage to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and looked at the picture again&lt;br /&gt;Looked at that smile again&lt;br /&gt;I smiled to myself&lt;br /&gt;Knowing something is best left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;Knowing something is best kept inside the heart&lt;br /&gt;I whispered ‘I love you my smiling angel'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i hope everyone do have a chance to find their own smiling angel....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-5679720994713908679?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-4065682543692305963</id><published>2007-06-27T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T17:33:35.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a great concert</title><content type='html'>last friday,i went to see a concert...the name of the singer is Sammi Cheng, a Hong Kong singer..she came down to perform for a 2 nights concert and at first i wanted to see the last night but tickets were all sold out,so have to settle for the opening night...well,it was fun and great listening to her sing all of her old numbers..this singer have stayed away from the industry for over 2years and have just make a comeback early this year..well,she said she was tired doing work non stop for these past few years and she just needed a break....a break that lasted for 2 years,i am sure she is now all recharged to make more great music...she is not my favourite singer but some of her songs are really nice and had accompanied me throughout my college years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really nice to see and shout in a concert..i almost lost my voice while doing that but fortunately the next day i am still able to talk...Thank God for that...:)....nice to get away from the city and go to this resort mountain (yeah,her concert was held on a highland resort,6118 feet above the land,a place called Genting Highlands) for 2 days..never been there for quite some time so it was really nice to be there again,to breathe in the air and since it is so high up, the weather is of course cooler...when i felt the wind blowing towards me,i was so hoping that i could float away with it....bringing me away even for a second will be nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-1526581903970392035</id><published>2007-06-06T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T12:43:54.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad poems...</title><content type='html'>It has just stop raining&lt;br /&gt;The air is fresher&lt;br /&gt;But I felt stuffy and hot&lt;br /&gt;I put out a heavy sigh&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that whatever bottled inside my heart will be released out&lt;br /&gt;I did not know expecting could be so painful&lt;br /&gt;Did not know I needed your attention so badly&lt;br /&gt;I did everything I could&lt;br /&gt;To steal one smile from you&lt;br /&gt;But I failed&lt;br /&gt;Everything I did seems to be nothing&lt;br /&gt;I feel silly, really do&lt;br /&gt;But if this is love then is supposed to be silly&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be a weird feeling&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Let out another sigh&lt;br /&gt;And I know deep down inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;You are still there&lt;br /&gt;And I still do care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of no where I found you&lt;br /&gt;For no reasons at all I fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I was too scared to show my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Fearing of losing you forever, if you knew&lt;br /&gt;So I kept it locked inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;Burying it deep, not wanting you to know&lt;br /&gt;I try to forget, I tried hard&lt;br /&gt;But all thoughts just go back to you&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to think, I tried hard&lt;br /&gt;But all I wanted is for you to know&lt;br /&gt;I care and I do love you&lt;br /&gt;I do not know when this feeling will end&lt;br /&gt;It may never will&lt;br /&gt;It may be forever hidden&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day the wind will blow&lt;br /&gt;My secret love to you&lt;br /&gt;And finally you realized&lt;br /&gt;In a far away place, someone is thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel that the unspeakable love are the ones that are most beautiful and precious...sometimes words that are not spoken might be the most beautiful phrase or words we will ever hear..&lt;br /&gt;i always hope that i have the courage to say to i love you to all the ppl that i care and loved dearly but maybe is due to the Asian cultures that we are not so comfortable saying it out...so for me i prefer writing it out and sometimes when the courage is not there,i'll just keep it inside my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-1526581903970392035?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/1526581903970392035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=1526581903970392035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/1526581903970392035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/1526581903970392035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2007/06/sad-poems.html' title='sad poems...'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-5855609956108374595</id><published>2007-05-31T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:03:50.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my favourite 2...</title><content type='html'>sometimes when i read what i have written,i really don't know where i found those words in the first place...if i were to write again,i don't think i can write that again or maybe find those words again..i thanked God for all the inspiration He has given me...it can be from a movie,a song or even just a picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are 2 that i find,the best words that i have written so far...i always don't feel this way for those words that i have written but this time i felt is kinda special...well,maybe you all can tell me after reading it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all these years&lt;br /&gt;I searched for the one true love&lt;br /&gt;That could wipe away the tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;That could make me smile&lt;br /&gt;That could make me laugh even when I am down&lt;br /&gt;I prayed to God for your happiness&lt;br /&gt;For you to be surrounded by love&lt;br /&gt;We might be so far apart now&lt;br /&gt;We might not know each other at all&lt;br /&gt;But I think you just knew&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes&lt;br /&gt;So till the day you appear&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be here waiting….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see that smile of yours&lt;br /&gt;I know I have the whole world to me&lt;br /&gt;When I see that laugh of yours&lt;br /&gt;I know I am the luckiest person in the world&lt;br /&gt;I hope you smile more&lt;br /&gt;I hope you laugh more&lt;br /&gt;Because it represents love to the world&lt;br /&gt;Because it shows to me a world full of hope and happiness&lt;br /&gt;And for that I am grateful&lt;br /&gt;And for that I love you even more&lt;br /&gt;Even more that I could imagine….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-5855609956108374595?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/5855609956108374595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136777816298614248&amp;postID=5855609956108374595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/5855609956108374595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136777816298614248/posts/default/5855609956108374595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes-when-i-read-what-i-have.html' title='my favourite 2...'/><author><name>waichee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936965474587757980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-5543986017650943132</id><published>2007-05-29T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T11:40:18.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lousy weekend</title><content type='html'>i had one of the lousiest weekend last week...i saw 4 dvds at one go,could not really sleep in the afternoon so that is why i saw that many dvds...so at night when i lie down on my bed,i was immediately in dreamland coz i was dead tired..my eyes were also very tired from too much movies i guess....so this morning when i woke up,the 1st thing that came into my mind, "did saturdays and sundays passed me by already?"...and today is monday,what have i done...nothing,basically nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did not just stayed at home actually...went out for a movie on saturday nite..saw 28weeks later..was not really good but still acceptable..just that it has too much blood on some scenes...luckily i have not eaten anything much before i went into the cinema...if not then, there goes my dinner...ewwww....gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone else had a better weekend than me...and i am looking forward to this coming weekend as will be going back home..meeting friends for a drink and watching movies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-5543986017650943132?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/5543986017650943132/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-23239752706653622</id><published>2007-05-24T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T17:54:32.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music and lyrics</title><content type='html'>i saw the movie 'music and lyrics' a few days ago..a movie starring hugh grant and drew barrymore...it was a very romantic comedy which i love the music and the comedy...film critics have said they do not have the chemistry needed for this movie but to me i think both of them did a great job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the songs sang in there..especially touched by the one written by alex (hugh grant) for sophie (drew barrymore) where he sang at the end of the movie..it is called 'don't write me off'...it make sophie cried..and i almost cried myself too...or maybe i am just a hopeless romantic but the lyrics are very touching..straight to the point and that is just what i love..sometimes i wish i could write just like that...and like sophie said, that song was dinner...you will understand what i am saying if you watched the movie..is a very nice watch, if you are into love,romantic comedy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is another song written by alex and sophie together in the movie called 'way back into love'..also touching but not as nice as the one written by alex himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the lyrics to the song 'don't write me off'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It's never been easy for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;To find words that go along with a melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But this time there's actually somthing on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So please forgive these few brief awkward lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Since I met you my whole life has changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It's not just the furniture you re-arranged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was living in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But somehow you brought me back and I havn't felt like this since before Frankie said relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And now I know based on my track record &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I may not seem like the safest bet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;All I'm asking you is  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Don't write me off just yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;For years I've been telling myself the same old story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That I'm happy to live off my so called formor glorys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But you've given me a reason to take another chance now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I need you despite the fact that you've killed all my plants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And now I know that i've already blown more chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Than anyone should ever get all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; I'm asking you is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Don't write me off just yet, don't write me off just yet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music are when you get to know someone,the exterior part..the lyrics are the ones that when you get to know the person as a person...not well said by me here but it was really well said by drew barrymore in the movie..;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-689975419930520276</id><published>2007-05-22T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:20:13.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i have are words...</title><content type='html'>words..i don't know they came from where but here are some that i wrote over the last few weekends...some are sad,some are hopeful...some are just so lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s sad&lt;br /&gt;It’s frustrating&lt;br /&gt;When you are being compared&lt;br /&gt;It hurts actually&lt;br /&gt;To be told you are not good&lt;br /&gt;I held back my tears&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that tears will make me weak&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that it will make pulled me down&lt;br /&gt;I am learning to accept the flaws&lt;br /&gt;I am learning to face the storm&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to learn to be brave&lt;br /&gt;I am trying&lt;br /&gt;I am learning….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hopeful one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned off the lights&lt;br /&gt;And lay down on my bed&lt;br /&gt;I hug my pillow closer&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to embrace you into my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to see you&lt;br /&gt;But all I found was only darkness&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw flashes of lights in front&lt;br /&gt;I walked on, not knowing what to expect&lt;br /&gt;In front of me, I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know I am dreaming, really dreaming&lt;br /&gt;You smiled, and I think I smiled back&lt;br /&gt;We stood there for a while&lt;br /&gt;Then you took my hands and we walked&lt;br /&gt;Your hands were soft  I wish I could hold on to it forever&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen&lt;br /&gt;And it brightens up my world whenever I see it&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the love&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lost one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am drowning&lt;br /&gt;I can't see what is in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I can't think properly&lt;br /&gt;All my thought were on you&lt;br /&gt;You and your smile&lt;br /&gt;You and your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes tells me more than any words in the world&lt;br /&gt;Tells me I am falling in love&lt;br /&gt;In love with one person&lt;br /&gt;One person that saved me from being lost&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be lost, dear&lt;br /&gt;Because I will gladly be lost in your eyes, your world&lt;br /&gt;Because drowning in the pool of your love&lt;br /&gt;Is the greatest gift from God to me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-689975419930520276?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynwfZ3B8UrA/SJ0lV-lAoPI/AAAAAAAAABU/K-iMQCouogA/s1600-R/Vietnam%2B045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136777816298614248.post-8291507848750145397</id><published>2007-05-13T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T01:35:38.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>here is something i wrote when i first started trying it out in poetry..is not really poetry because i feel i am still far from it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder to myself what is happiness&lt;br /&gt;Is it something I have?&lt;br /&gt;Is it something I need to grab myself?&lt;br /&gt;Is it something nearby me?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea, no answers&lt;br /&gt;Then you appeared in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Am I dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;No, because you seem so real to me&lt;br /&gt;You seem so close to me&lt;br /&gt;You smiled and I smiled back&lt;br /&gt;You took my hands and walked along&lt;br /&gt;I followed, not knowing where is our destination&lt;br /&gt;We reached a garden full of blossoming flowers&lt;br /&gt;It smells so good, so refreshing&lt;br /&gt;Is this what happiness is, I asked&lt;br /&gt;You just smiled, not saying a word&lt;br /&gt;I sat down and closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Trying to breathe in everything so lovely around me&lt;br /&gt;At that moment I realized what happiness is&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is what simple things you do to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is where your heart is&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is where you’re around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136777816298614248-8291507848750145397?l=ngwaichee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngwaichee.blogspot.com/feeds/8291507848750145397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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