<?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-8016748</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:13:56.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the arts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-8818608413895130815</id><published>2007-12-07T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T19:31:21.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alex,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for today's chat. I feel much better. I wonder if we really share common converstion topics or you are being very cautious with what you talk about. I just hope I am not too far behind from what you are thinking. I love chatting with you. Haha... maybe you could see through me. Maybe you know what I am worrying about us. That's why you are trying to bridge that gap. Alex, this is all I want. Just that perhaps we can walk together without a reason next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-8818608413895130815?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/8818608413895130815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/8818608413895130815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/2007/12/alex-thank-you-for-todays-chat.html' title=''/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-6554064650833798788</id><published>2007-12-06T03:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T03:08:10.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alex,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having this feeling that Shahad knows about us. Maybe I talked too mcuh about you in front of her. I tried misleading her that I don't like you. I don't know if she believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I hope the email was a hint and I hope you got mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-6554064650833798788?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/6554064650833798788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/6554064650833798788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/2007/12/alex-i-am-having-this-feeling-that.html' title=''/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-1614318485016949784</id><published>2007-12-05T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:44:11.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>回頭一看, 原來我已開始愛上淡淡的愛情.&lt;br /&gt;哈, 我老了嗎?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-1614318485016949784?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/1614318485016949784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/1614318485016949784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-4294300014925338149</id><published>2007-12-05T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T07:53:47.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first letter</title><content type='html'>Alex,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really surprised when I see your reply this afternoon. Thank you, I really appreciated it. I am more than glad to know you feel the same as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some other things I would like to confess to you though. I have been helping Mia with her homework. On some occasions, I helped her to the unacceptable extent, which I am sure you know what I mean. I want to help her the proper way but she is not helping herself at all. I helped her with the structure of the content. However she seems to be too distracted to get work done. She leaves her messenger on even when I am there to help her. If she is not distracted, I would be. She has to reply to those messages so frequently that we can't even finish an entire sentence. I really want to see her excel in her work as well but I can't help her if she doesn't help herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you already,&lt;br /&gt;Agnes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-4294300014925338149?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/4294300014925338149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/4294300014925338149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-first-letter.html' title='Our first letter'/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-113376040494513127</id><published>2005-12-05T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:26:44.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fabrication. denial.</title><content type='html'>the more of a prove,&lt;br /&gt;the more I instinctively tries to deny.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it so that there is nothing meant to be denied?&lt;br /&gt;That what I am thinking now is really true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truly, on a practical sense, all these look more like a fabrication base on our sub-conscience than something that is actually what we WANT to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fabrication or my denial to believe the too-good-to-be-believe is going to be proved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least I believe it would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-113376040494513127?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/113376040494513127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/113376040494513127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/2005/12/fabrication-denial.html' title='fabrication. denial.'/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-113328092787085207</id><published>2005-11-30T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T00:15:27.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late</title><content type='html'>now then i know i am perpetually late&lt;br /&gt;i was late.. in reading the post..&lt;br /&gt;i was late.. to understand.. basically everything.&lt;br /&gt;so what if i got it exactlly right?&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i am blessed with great friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;So i was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am late.&lt;br /&gt;Too late to remember what i found out.&lt;br /&gt;Too late to realise what i have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;Too late to realise what i have done.&lt;br /&gt;Too late to realise i began to step on the border.&lt;br /&gt;Too late to realise i am asking too much.&lt;br /&gt;Please god, bless him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-113328092787085207?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/113328092787085207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/113328092787085207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/2005/11/late.html' title='late'/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-113327871102326920</id><published>2005-11-29T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T23:38:31.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHARKS</title><content type='html'>crap sharks idiot... no!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna l-o-v-e him when he is liking somebody.. I dun even know if he still likes her.. i dun wan... dear..... i wan god is really very good me.. god let me see him before i am going to leave for such a lot time. GImme a chance to take a look at him real closely, let me look at him when he is sound asleep... dear... i am RAMBLING... crap la... i am having withdrawal syndrome now.. crap... crap... ....grrrrphhhhh...... thank god. ...seeing him today is too good to be believed.. but ... i am taking/ asking too much... no please... i need to appreciate what i was given... grrrrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-113327871102326920?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/113327871102326920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/113327871102326920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/2005/11/sharks.html' title='SHARKS'/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-113298554969917618</id><published>2005-11-26T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T14:12:29.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gathering</title><content type='html'>i think from this point of time we should no longer call this a class gathering.. i think we have gone beyond that point. It's a reason for us old friends to meet and catch up with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun. But I really have to apologize to maydeline and family coz i caused a lot of trouble for them. Actually i feel really guilty about making every body pay so much for the bbq. hmph. THere wasn't much to barbecue. We din even want to barbecue actually. BUT!!!! i really have to say joey started a VERY VERY goood fire. It was superb. The best one we have in our gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, there is just this kind of feeling I get from joey. I mean, he has also been changed through the years such that now he is even with more substance and you know.. he is really very considerate and very very responsible now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy having him around. I really do. I enjoy being "disturbed" by him. It's fun.. and sometimes I even find it sweet. We had really a great time together. I love murderer and polar bear especially. It is really nice when you see that he will try his best to understand you when you are speaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i feel that if i want to be with him, i am depriving him of a better girl. I believe he deserves a better girl than me. He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear his half woken up voice too. You feel really close to him when you hear that. We had breakfast this morning. I think i was extra mean. I know he haven't been having enough sleep and I still deprive him further. Actually when three other thought i would be sad when he din finish the breakfast.. haha.. actually is the other way round. He already "give face liao" i know he doesn't even like breakfast. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with van only later in the day and we both agreed that joey is really the guy amongst our class who has the most "substance". YOu rock dude...... hahaha... i just like his sort of guy a lot. I mean also especially when he is like almost good in every sort of games and he really touches our hearts. I already start to miss him. Hope the up coming two days would be a great experience for him. I don't want him to be uncomfortable. I would be very happy as long as he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-113298554969917618?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/113298554969917618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/113298554969917618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/2005/11/gathering.html' title='gathering'/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-113195871536697802</id><published>2005-11-14T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T16:58:35.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>思</title><content type='html'>好o野!又正常番啦~&lt;br /&gt;我諗都係因為我每次夢見都好親暱先至會咁o既o者..&lt;br /&gt;唔好諗埋一邊o我,純粹拖o下手錫下額頭o者...&lt;br /&gt;kiss都冇嫁 XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-113195871536697802?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/113195871536697802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/113195871536697802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='思'/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-113185884147267766</id><published>2005-11-13T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T13:14:01.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear..</title><content type='html'>hmm.. i seriously don't know why i would want to break the trend of writing chinese and make this english.. but i guess it's prolly because i type too slow for chinese.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear.. my mother bought me ipod nano.... it's too good to be believed...just like my phone.. although it may not be as good compared to many other models available now... but i think my phone rawks.. hmm.. i am glad that i appreciate what i have.. but everything is just too good to be believed.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?? another dream... hmph.. i guess i STILL can't forget the one in my mind. I'd rather he continue to be someone's guy than feeling devastated bacause he broke up with somebody. But the more i think of this, the more i do not want to end the story on a nice note. I know i don't have what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, too bad.. i think i have to change the address some other day.. the fact that the blog ws named the arts because this blog is supposed to contain reviews of movie, drama series, plays whatsoever.. but what is this??? grr...but i still want to have a place to solely have everything on art reviews.. so may be when that day is here, i will just..ermm. delete all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-113185884147267766?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/113185884147267766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/113185884147267766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear..'/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-111859391511664301</id><published>2005-06-13T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T02:17:18.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>蛋之日記</title><content type='html'>今晚又整日本蛋蛋啦! 玉子燒~ tamago ne~&lt;br /&gt;本來以為今次係最失策o既一次...點知...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈.. 今次都算唔錯啵!個樣幾好..味道又好..&lt;br /&gt;嘿嘿..賣花讚花香...真係唔錯o架! XD&lt;br /&gt;不過下次要~ 鑊再熱o的可以大o的火&lt;br /&gt;            味道o岩o岩好&lt;br /&gt; 唔... 係咁先啦.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hk.geocities.com/beginandreadytoend/egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-111859391511664301?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/111859391511664301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/111859391511664301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='蛋之日記'/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-111130308444879428</id><published>2005-03-20T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T15:29:30.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>是朋友?是情人?</title><content type='html'>究竟係我心裡面當佢係我情人定係摯友?&lt;br /&gt;如果只係摯友，點解我會咁牽腸掛肚?&lt;br /&gt;究竟昨日佢講o既係一句笑話定係暗示?&lt;br /&gt;我凈係知點都好，我好肯定我從來都忘記唔到佢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;依家真係好開心，但係作為朋友，&lt;br /&gt;我無可能無無為為日日撩佢同我傾計。&lt;br /&gt;更何況我都俾唔起呢種時間。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-111130308444879428?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/111130308444879428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/111130308444879428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title='是朋友?是情人?'/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-109863007931311400</id><published>2004-10-24T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T23:01:19.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no!太耐無blog呢邊啦。每次睇呢度o既時候都覺得呢度太重怨恨味啦!&lt;br /&gt;係時候改變下呢度o既形像。&lt;br /&gt;最近發覺自己越來越想做作家。哈哈哈哈~&lt;br /&gt;不過,做唔到個好o既就無謂啦~&lt;br /&gt;嘿嘿~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-109863007931311400?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/109863007931311400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/109863007931311400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-noblogo-o-o.html' title=''/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-109326783542677211</id><published>2004-08-23T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T21:30:35.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XXX</title><content type='html'>不想指名道姓, 因為我不想惡劣循環。&lt;br /&gt;但她的一舉一動實再令我受不了!&lt;br /&gt;自以為是, 霸道!&lt;br /&gt;她只令我想起兩個字--幼稚!&lt;br /&gt;她起碼都有三十多了!她實在不配當一名老師!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望我能自此已後忘掉此事。&lt;br /&gt;她勾起我的恨,現在我要放下它。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-109326783542677211?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/109326783542677211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/109326783542677211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/2004/08/xxx.html' title='XXX'/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-109326696363712082</id><published>2004-08-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T21:16:03.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>無可奉告</title><content type='html'>最近愛上二台的廣播劇--無可奉告。&lt;br /&gt;好像我都只喜歡悲情劇~&lt;br /&gt;但港台的節目最近就是經常中斷。&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-109326696363712082?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/109326696363712082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/109326696363712082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post_23.html' title='無可奉告'/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-109318214146967405</id><published>2004-08-22T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T21:42:21.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>錢</title><content type='html'>這裡要錢那裡要錢&lt;br /&gt;你要錢我要錢&lt;br /&gt;要多少錢?&lt;br /&gt;花多少錢?&lt;br /&gt;用多少錢?&lt;br /&gt;賺多少錢?&lt;br /&gt;其實錢, 不是最重要的!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-109318214146967405?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/109318214146967405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8016748/posts/default/109318214146967405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-arts.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post.html' title='錢'/><author><name>juby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017173500548465390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016748.post-109300148292589359</id><published>2004-08-20T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T20:24:27.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time</title><content type='html'>  這將會是以中文來寫的日記~ 密切期待!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8016748-109300148292589359?l=the-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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