<?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-9138833</id><updated>2011-08-09T08:11:44.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Spanish Sky...</title><subtitle type='html'>Once I was there, embraced by the azure sky of that beautiful &amp; sunny country...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-114973783972900916</id><published>2006-06-08T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:44:39.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New hair style!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/877/653/320/fa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys!!! I got my hair permed again!!! Cute, right? Hehe... Anyway, I'm in class and updating my blog now!!! Cool~~ :D It's almost the end of semester and summber vacation is coming up soon. I'm super happy and excited about it!!! Hope to see you guys all in summer and I do miss you so much!! *mwah* &lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-114973783972900916?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/114973783972900916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=114973783972900916&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/114973783972900916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/114973783972900916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-hair-style.html' title='New hair style!!!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-114861612155649556</id><published>2006-05-26T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T12:02:01.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why you can always make me cry?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-114861612155649556?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/114861612155649556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=114861612155649556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/114861612155649556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/114861612155649556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-you-can-always-make-me-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-114286433396136327</id><published>2006-03-20T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:28:28.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling lame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things aren't the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do I condemn?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Such a lovely pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is he the man?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accompanying me to the end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or just playing a game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It just began&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Do not walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take the chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is on the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-114286433396136327?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/114286433396136327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=114286433396136327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/114286433396136327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/114286433396136327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2006/03/feeling-lame-things-arent-same-what-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-114164751189786289</id><published>2006-03-06T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:18:31.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatima in love</title><content type='html'>Hey u, Fatima's in love... Don't you worry for Silly Sally.  She'll be brave cuz she knows you are always there for her.  She isn't sure what's right in front of her, but she's willing to take a look, even it might be just another illusion...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-114164751189786289?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/114164751189786289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=114164751189786289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/114164751189786289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/114164751189786289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2006/03/fatima-in-love.html' title='Fatima in love'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-113923820319285363</id><published>2006-02-06T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:03:23.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what's up, Sally?</title><content type='html'>What's up? Nothing much but only loads of shitty things happened. Leehom's having his concerts on March 11 &amp; 12. I'm supposed to be happy about this, but I just can't. Everything related to this concert seems to go wrong. I'm really having quite a bad luck on handling the ticket booking for fanclub members and as well as for overseas fans.  Can't really do anything about it but to pray for the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 22 I went to David Tao's concert at Taipei Arena, and I'm telling you that it was awesome!!! Indeed, I enjoyed a lot the whole concert. Although I sat on the third floor and David was just a small dot in my sight,  he was dame good and hot with his musical magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all have had a great Chinese New Year, won some money too! hehe... I did! Anyway, I'm wishing for a better year than the last one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-113923820319285363?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113923820319285363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=113923820319285363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113923820319285363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113923820319285363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-whats-up-sally.html' title='So what&apos;s up, Sally?'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-113775901781531826</id><published>2006-01-20T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T23:28:12.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arrrrrrrrrrrgh! I should have had been living an easy and pleasant life since it's now my winter vacation. However, my Homeboy finally released his 11th album on the last day in 2005 and my life has been hectic catching up his promotion since then. Although I'm incredibly busy lately, still it feels great to be able to see him around so often. It's like an annual reunion and I'm happy to see my old friend showing up again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of how long I would keep supporting Leehom and how to keep my passion toward him... I admire him so much because of his great music, not his good looking. This is why I have done so many things for him and not just chasing him to everywhere he goes just like most people do. I'm getting old, and someday, maybe soon I'll be quitting my current position as a fanclub leader and be a ordinary fan again... I'll be missing life like this after I retire, haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something unhappy happened at work. Someone STOLE something in the office, and unfortunatly, the camera didn't tape who did it. Therefore, everyone has become a suspect of this shitty thing. My supervisor isn't happy about the whole thing and got pretty disappointed at us. This has influenced my mood quite a bit... Because IT WASN'T ME, but I'm treated like a criminal... This is really unfair! I would rather take a lie detection than be seen as a suspect!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-113775901781531826?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113775901781531826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=113775901781531826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113775901781531826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113775901781531826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2006/01/arrrrrrrrrrrgh-i-should-have-had-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-113604490342714606</id><published>2005-12-31T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T00:01:43.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deleted</title><content type='html'>Today, the very last day of 2005, I deleted the very last message I had from you in my cell. You are officially out of my profile. This is something worth celebrating, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends: Wish you all a happy, healthy and successful 2006!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-113604490342714606?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113604490342714606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=113604490342714606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113604490342714606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113604490342714606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/12/deleted.html' title='Deleted'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-113560400641187270</id><published>2005-12-26T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T21:33:34.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>It'd been more than 5 years since last time I celebrated Christmas.  I'm not the kinda person that really into holiday stuffs. At first, I was just planning to have a dinner on Xmas Eve with Karen and JV, but it finally turned out a huge celebration!  12 of us in total, including JV's 2 friends and my 5 classmates, had a big Christmas dinner at a Cantonese dimsum restaurant.  The food was quite nice, expensive though... After that Karen, JV and her friends, my other 2 classmates, and I went to Pig &amp; Whistle. Gosh... there were so many people in that small 2-flat pub!!! When we arrived, the pub was so full that we could only stand by the bar.  We still had a fun time. The music was great and I danced a little with my high high hills... Haha... my feet were tired out!! We stayed there till 3am and then we went to KTV and sang till dawn! lol That was pretty crazy, huh??? Haha...  I wish you all had a great Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just cut my hair shooooooooooooooort! There's no more Sally with long, curly hair, but with short and straight hair. I like my new hairstyle, it makes me look younger, hehe... =P I'm getting busier and busier, because it's almost the end of the semester and there are so many assignments and exams needed to be done before winter vacation comes.  Arrrrrrrrrrrgh! I'm going nuts!!! :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-113560400641187270?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113560400641187270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=113560400641187270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113560400641187270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113560400641187270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-christmas.html' title='My Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-113448934199810160</id><published>2005-12-13T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T23:55:42.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get it...</title><content type='html'>I can never know what a man really thinks. My friends always tell me not to get myself hurt. But still I tend to do stupid things all the time... I guess that's why I'm called "Silly Sally."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-113448934199810160?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113448934199810160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=113448934199810160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113448934199810160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113448934199810160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-get-it.html' title='Don&apos;t get it...'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-113396891064043986</id><published>2005-12-07T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:25:01.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine that you are mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living here on my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keeping me warm inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine that you and I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walking together side by side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Along the riverside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine you'll never leave me behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never make me cry at night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz I need you for my whole life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine we are two of a kind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting old like birds in the sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loving each other till the day we die &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-113396891064043986?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113396891064043986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=113396891064043986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113396891064043986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113396891064043986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/12/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-113359725326668301</id><published>2005-12-03T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T16:07:34.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bloody truth</title><content type='html'>Suddenly, I realize that I have never loved anyone in my life. Pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-113359725326668301?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113359725326668301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=113359725326668301&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113359725326668301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113359725326668301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/12/bloody-truth.html' title='A bloody truth'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-113310929277525799</id><published>2005-11-28T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:34:52.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I THINK I'VE GOTTEN OVER YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-113310929277525799?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113310929277525799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=113310929277525799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113310929277525799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113310929277525799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-think-ive-gotten-over-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-113198392024804858</id><published>2005-11-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T19:03:31.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling tired...</title><content type='html'>Gosh.......... I AM TIRED! After studying and working at the same time, I am physically exhausted. This afternoon, I thought I was off until I got the phone call from my colleague, then I got up on my scooter and rushed to work. I hate myself being like this, doing stupid things like leaving my wallet or keys in the parking lot which just happened this morning! Arrrrrrrgh, both my study and job are making me dumber and dumber!!!   :( I feel like crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen is back from China!!! At least, there's something that still can cheer me up. It's good to have her back by my side since my best friend, Bridge, moved to Paris last month. It is sad that good friends leave when we get older. This is life, isn't it? I so miss my friends around the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going up to Taipei this Friday. Looking forward to seeing my friends there!!! I'll also be seeing Leehom performing on McDonald's charity concert. It's been quite a long time since I last saw him. Anyway, guys, I'm coming up!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-113198392024804858?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113198392024804858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=113198392024804858&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113198392024804858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/113198392024804858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/11/feeling-tired.html' title='Feeling tired...'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112999264712742836</id><published>2005-10-26T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T19:10:03.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>寂</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;大雨 侵襲&lt;br /&gt;寂寞 現形&lt;br /&gt;黑 啃食&lt;br /&gt;心 腐蝕&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;愛 消逝&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;迷&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;失&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112999264712742836?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112999264712742836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112999264712742836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112999264712742836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112999264712742836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='寂'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112956904012996950</id><published>2005-10-18T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T22:53:31.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So clear and vivid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That once I thought &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was true&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The you and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only you and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walking on the street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking up the blue sky above&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sun shining down on us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You came to me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With arms wide open&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holding me so tight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like you never did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hearing your heartbeat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt safe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eventually&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm still here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112956904012996950?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112956904012996950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112956904012996950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112956904012996950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112956904012996950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a dream'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112887085754073632</id><published>2005-10-09T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:53:09.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up, you people!!!</title><content type='html'>STOP COMPARING US! YOU STUPID PIGS ARE PISSING ME OFF REALLY HARD! Yes, I don't have the sweat and shining smiles as hers, and she's a doll and I'm not. What's so big deal, huh??? Who would smile 24/7 like an idiot? Why I have to smile when I don't want to? Why I have to smile to someone so annoying just like you? It's 100% non of your business and shut up your fu*king dirty mouthes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112887085754073632?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112887085754073632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112887085754073632&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112887085754073632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112887085754073632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/10/shut-up-you-people.html' title='Shut up, you people!!!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112852758020579379</id><published>2005-10-05T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:24:55.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are your future goals?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: What are your future goals? How will learning English help you accomplish your future goals?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frankly speaking, I don't have a very clear picture in my mind about what I want to achieve in the far away future. Nevertheless, I do have few goals in the near future after I graduate from the university 2 years later. First, I plan to quit my current job and spend a couple of months abroad, maybe in Boston or NYC, to take language courses and to experience the western way of living. After that, I would find a job which I'm passionate about and which I'll be able to use English as a working tool. Therefore, learning English now becomes very important for my future plans. It might help to add more courage to myself to go on the journey on my own if I could speak a worldwide used language fluently and later on help me to get a not-so-bad job in the field in which I'm interested.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above was my first homework from one of my professors, Michael Geary. He asked us to fill in a questionnaire and I didn't realize what that was for till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I had an individual interview with Michael and we talked about "my future goals". He was a bit surprised after reading what I wrote because he thought I had lots of potentials and I could have been better than just an counter attendant at the airport. We didn't know each other very well, but what he said to me was like a punch in my chest. So hard that I cried, right in front of him. Of course, I've had all those big dreams that I once thought I would make them all come true. However, I made some wrong decisions and mistakes in the past and now I'm still paying for them. Sure I'd love to tell him all those fancy goals I had back when I was 19, when I was full of energy and ambitions, when I felt I could have ruled my own destiny. Now I'm 28, living in a chaos, although those dreams still lie silently deep in my heart , I can only pray for a content, okay life and that's all. How pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not too late." Michael said. Maybe he is right. It's time to make some changes. I just don't know what I should do right now. I need some time to think about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112852758020579379?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112852758020579379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112852758020579379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112852758020579379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112852758020579379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-are-your-future-goals.html' title='What are your future goals?'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112826412592873525</id><published>2005-10-02T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T22:50:47.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;School life have been fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Classmates are cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Teachers are nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;However&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I've pushed myselfe too hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;That I couldn't sleep well at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And pimples keeps coming out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I am becoming lazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112826412592873525?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112826412592873525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112826412592873525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112826412592873525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112826412592873525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/10/school-life-have-been-fun-classmates.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112757391129828384</id><published>2005-09-24T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:23:06.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you, Vbaby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;想叫你放棄&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;卻提不起勇氣&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;因為你相信&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;他是The Only&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;你是我的好麻吉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;不願見你再哭泣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;好希望我有超能力&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;立刻send你到那裡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;給你naughty掐北鼻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;這樣的愛情&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;需要許多勇氣&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;一不小心&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;就會傷心&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;雖然好worry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;還是替你打氣&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;給你滿滿信心&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;總有一天&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;有個Happy Ending&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;加油! 我的Vbaby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112757391129828384?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112757391129828384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112757391129828384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112757391129828384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112757391129828384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/09/for-you-vbaby.html' title='For you, Vbaby...'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112749286985195869</id><published>2005-09-24T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T00:29:51.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS YOU. As simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112749286985195869?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112749286985195869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112749286985195869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112749286985195869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112749286985195869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112668417784603417</id><published>2005-09-14T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:24:07.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New life has begun!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, my new life has begun!!! From now on, I'll be very very busy with my studies in the university and my job at the airport. Although it sounds tiring (actually, IT IS!) , but I think I'll survive eventually. To be honest, I'm pretty happy and excited about being a student again, aside from the fact that I've got to work in nighttime... Today is my 3rd day of being a freshman, and so far so good not mentioning about that I AM the eldest one of class... :S I really like my class, cuz my classmates are very easygoing and quite talented. One is good at computer hardwars, one plays well the guitar, one's family owns a stationary and another is a professional finger nail painter! Cool huh? :) I've made some friends already and they're kind enough to help me out when I need any. Besides, I had the first required class this morning, and the teacher seemed nice too. I think I'll have a fun time here! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112668417784603417?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112668417784603417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112668417784603417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112668417784603417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112668417784603417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-life-has-begun.html' title='New life has begun!!!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112645241875730960</id><published>2005-09-11T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:26:58.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I stayed up till 2 am to watch the live broadcast of US Open Tennis Championships.  It was one of the semifinals, Agassi vs Ginepri.  Agassi is one of the greatest players in the history and I was rooting for him.  It was a great game, both players did perform excellent.  I'm actually a huge fan of Pete Sampras and too bad that he retired already.  I used to stay up late when I was a college student for the annual Wimbledom Open and to watch him play.  I loved the way he played tennis, so elegant and confident, and never panic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the first day to school!!!  Pretty nervous now, must wake up very early tomorrow, but still working...  Hope everything will be just fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112645241875730960?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112645241875730960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112645241875730960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112645241875730960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112645241875730960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-night-i-stayed-up-till-2-am-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112637578219231986</id><published>2005-09-11T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:28:33.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Paradise, Xiaoliuchu Island!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/7185/640/PICT1372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/7185/400/PICT1372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sep. 4, 2005 @ a tidal flat of Xiaoliuchu Island, Pintung&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend a wonderful weekend in an paradise-like island nearby called Xiaoliuchu (小琉球) last weekend with some of my colleagues. One of the best things was that we didn’t need to pay a penny for the trip. My company sponsored a FREE tour for us who have been working hard for years and yet we could bring one more person to go with!  Therefore, I invited JV to go for her birthday was around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Xiaoliuchu Island is located in Pintung County, in the south of Taiwan. To get there, you only need to spend 30 mins on a boat, however, you might get seasick though. The island is very small. You can just rent a scooter with about NT$300 and take a round of the whole island in a few hours. As we were staying in a newly built resort, we were greeted and picked once we got off the boat. The resort is situated by the seashores and the view is incredibly stunning! Imagine yourself standing on the green grass, facing the immense ocean and looking into the azure sky above you, believe me, all your worries would be gone right away with the wind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking in to our own cabinets, the staff of the hotel took 8 of us to discover the undeveloped island. Our first stop was a tidal flat and there we saw many sea creatures like sea urchins, sea cucumbers, hermit crabs, starfishes… etc. To be honest, they were not cute at all! After meeting with some sea creatures, we went to Venice Beach, a beautiful beach with sands in shape of star which are very precious. Next we stopped at some famous spots, took some pictures and sat down by the shores and watched the sun sinking in the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, we had salads, fried rice with cherry shrimps, fried rice noodle with seaweed, fresh fish soap, and grilled lamb, sausages, wild boar meat, fish livers… etc. The food was so yummy that we all kept eating for hours and my pants almost popped, haha… =P After cleaning ourselves up, it was party time!!! We bought some bottled cocktails, beers, and some snacks, then we lay on the deck chairs and had a great time drinking and chatting. It was so silent in the night there, you could only hear the waves flapping the coral reef, the wind blowing through the trees, and sounds of all kinds of unknown insects, and for the very first in my life, I saw firebugs. That was amazing!! At last, the others all went to bed and only JV and me stayed. We didn’t talked much but looked into the dark sky with uncountable shinning stars, and enjoyed the peaceful and quiet moment that we couldn’t get in the city. Just like what happens in the movies, JV and I both made a wish upon the stars and hoped that it would come true one day. Wasn’t this a perfect end of the day?? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we woke up late and had a traditional breakfast. Then we packed and headed back to Taiwan. By noon, we were treated a delicious seafood lunch in Donggang, and baby, that wasn't the end of our eating yet! After having so much seafood, we were escorted by a young and nice guy to more famous spots and we got to eat the famous pudding that made by tortoise-shell, and yeast ice cream. Then we went home with our stomachs extremely full and spirits content and recharged. Hmmmm… I must have put on some weight after that…!!! :S (Pictures are up too.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112637578219231986?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112637578219231986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112637578219231986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112637578219231986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112637578219231986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-from-paradise-xiaoliuchu-island.html' title='Back from Paradise, Xiaoliuchu Island!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112564542756620948</id><published>2005-09-02T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T15:17:08.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be going on a trip this weekend to a little island nearby with JV.  This might be the only easy time I have before the school starts.  I'm ready to have some great fun there all together with the sunshine, beautiful sea shores and yummy seafood!!!  I'll share more with you after I get back =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112564542756620948?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112564542756620948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112564542756620948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112564542756620948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112564542756620948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/09/ill-be-going-on-trip-this-weekend-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112533348293323324</id><published>2005-08-30T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:45:26.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't know why...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I should get myself together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I just can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My heart has broken into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So many that I can only stand still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And watch them being blown away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I keep telling myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That I'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why I'm still feeling the pain inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why I still cry in those sleepless nights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why I still miss your sweet smiles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How I wish the pieces of my broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Could reach you at where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How much I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How much I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How much I've fallen for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112533348293323324?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112533348293323324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112533348293323324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112533348293323324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112533348293323324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-know-why.html' title='Don&apos;t know why...'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112455533759434440</id><published>2005-08-21T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T22:20:04.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rainy but wonderful Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/7185/640/PICT12981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/7185/400/PICT1298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classmates from Wenzao @ Casadro Italian Kitchen, Aug. 20, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the totally annoying and unwelcome non-stop rain, I had a great Saturday night! Last night after work I had a dinner meeting with my best mates from Wenzao. Since I'll go to university soon and Jose's got a break before heading to Taichung, so we decided we just needed to see each other before everyone gets too busy! We went to a small but cozy Italian restaurant, I still had my favorite pasta, so yummy...hmmmm... We were eating and then chatting, eating and then laughing, eating and then taking photos... Araceli is planning to have a baby, Rosa and Eva both might get married soon and Jose will move to Taichung to be with his girl and get a job there. I'm really happy to see them settling down after all these years. Esther and I couldn't help picturing how our future meetings would be like with our KIDS running around, and that seems odd... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday to my girl, Daphne!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Glad to have talked with you on the phone and known that you were doing cool in Texas. Take good care and wish you a wonderful b'day! *mwuah*&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112455533759434440?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112455533759434440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112455533759434440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112455533759434440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112455533759434440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/08/rainy-but-wonderful-saturday.html' title='A rainy but wonderful Saturday'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112438766845747916</id><published>2005-08-19T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T09:47:16.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, time to update. My life's been as busy as usual. Early this month I got notified that I was eventually approved to enter National Kaohsiung First University of Science and Technology. Therefore, I'll be starting my school life again in September. Meanwhile, I'll still have my job at the airport, but mainly and mostly, I'll do night-shifts so that I'll be able to attend classes in the daytime. Goooooosh! Life will be extremely tight and hectic. I can already see myself in the near future rushing from work to school in the early morning, school to work after class. Plus it takes 1 hour to commute from where I work to school and vice versa. I don't see there's much time left for my sleep... Oh, how will I survive?? Don't you think that I should begin to store up some vitamins? Moreover, I'll also be the eldest one in my class!!! This is something that I fear the most... I'll be 8 years older than most of my classmates. I couldn't help thinking "Will those young kids like me? How to get alone with them?? Will they be kind enough to help me out when I just have to skip classes for work???"...etc. Am I thinking to much??? I might drive myself crazy before the school starts... Arrrrrrrrgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112438766845747916?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112438766845747916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112438766845747916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112438766845747916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112438766845747916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok-time-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112382915727767225</id><published>2005-08-12T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T11:54:31.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>HAPPY CHINESE VALENTINE'S DAY!!! According to the lunar calendar, it was Chinese Valentine's Day yesterday. In fact, I'm not really the kinda people who celebrate holidays, not even my own b'day. Believe it or not, we only celebrate Father's and Mother's day in my family. However, yesterday I still got to meet Bridge and JV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was a huge event, no matter you have a lover or not, it seemed that everyone was out on the street celebrating. When on my way to meet Bridge, the bus passed by so many flower shops, I saw bunches of beautifully decorated flower bouquets. Then I remembered the first flower bouquet I got. The situation was pretty funny. We just started seeing each other, and that was our first Valentine's Day. He came to my house without informing me in advance. I was upstairs in my room, and suddenly I heard my mom calling out for me, so I went down and she told me someone outside wanted to see me. Then I went out, but didn't see anyone, then I searched for a while and then I saw him hiding in the corner of the alley with a bouquet of flowers. I was so moved at that moment, but it was funny too. Just imagine a big guy standing in the corner holding flowers, plus it was a mixed bouquet of red roses and white lilies. Strange taste, huh?! It was all the flower shop's fault! =P Anyways, he was a nice guy and I thank him for an unforgettable Valentine's Day and all the great times he gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't have a boyfriend, I still got a purple mascara from Bridge and a pair of beautiful earrings from Javie. Thanks much, my angels! *mwahs* =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112382915727767225?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112382915727767225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112382915727767225&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112382915727767225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112382915727767225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/08/chinese-valentines-day.html' title='Chinese Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112342725367018911</id><published>2005-08-07T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:12:05.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little bro's back home!!!</title><content type='html'>My younger brother who teaches bartending in Chengdu just got back for a 2-week break last Friday. It was just great to have him back! Mom even waited at the door when we arrived home. You can tell how much my mom misses her youngest son. =) We chatted quite a while that night and he shared some interesting things happened to him in China. He's thinner, and got more pimples on his face due to the spicy food in Chengdu.  People there couldn't live without red hot chili peppers!!!  My poor didi didn't get to rest, but went to Taipei next morning to perform at the &lt;a href="http://www.tcff.com.tw/index001.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005 Taipei Chinese Culinary Exhibition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and later to Penghu for another event. So is my bro some kinda celeb now?? hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112342725367018911?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112342725367018911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112342725367018911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112342725367018911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112342725367018911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/08/little-bros-back-home.html' title='Little bro&apos;s back home!!!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112464263109711209</id><published>2005-07-29T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:49:42.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got my ear bones pierced!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/7185/640/PICT1109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/7185/400/PICT1109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Got my ear bone pierced on July 27, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my right ear bone pierced a couple of days ago. I eventually got the guts to do it! I'd been thinking of having it done for a long time. Lately, my life isn't very smooth and shit things keep happening to me. I thought it was time to do something crazy, to make a change, to give myself some power to move on. Therefore, on Wednesday night I dragged JV with me to the same piercing store that I had my navel ring done 4 years ago. The piecer said it wouldn't hurt at all, so I agreed to do it. However, when the needle went through my ear bone, I just couldn't help shouting out. Ouuuuuuuch! It God dame hurt!!! @#$%^&amp;amp; JV just laughed at my stupid reaction! The piercer later confessed that she just had to say a little white lie, otherwise I wounldn't have agreed to do it. :S Oh well... No matter what, I'm glad that I did it at last! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I've been also considering getting a tattoo for many years. Both my bros have more than one tattoos! The reason that I haven't got one is that I still can't find the design which I eagerly want it to be tattooed on my body and which I won't regret having it for the rest of my life. It must be something not very big and meaningful too. I'll just wait for the right moment to come. Hehe... you guys might be thinking that I'm nuts! Yup, I do have all these crazy thoughts in my mind and I do do crazy stuffs sometimes. I'm not just Silly Sally, but also Crazy Sally! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112464263109711209?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112464263109711209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112464263109711209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112464263109711209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112464263109711209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/07/got-my-ear-bones-pierced_29.html' title='Got my ear bones pierced!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112222524537548493</id><published>2005-07-29T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:45:55.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will be fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be fine&lt;br /&gt;I just need more time&lt;br /&gt;To get you off my sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not right&lt;br /&gt;To think of you all the time&lt;br /&gt;But I just couldn't help my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Even if I can not deny&lt;br /&gt;You take me over every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will try&lt;br /&gt;Not to cry one more time&lt;br /&gt;Then I would fly high&lt;br /&gt;Into the beautiful azure sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112222524537548493?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112222524537548493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112222524537548493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112222524537548493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112222524537548493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-will-be-fine.html' title='I will be fine'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112235203993935333</id><published>2005-07-26T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:48:13.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better off alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears start dropping down again,&lt;br /&gt;After I shut the door of my room.&lt;br /&gt;Why I just can't cry out in front of you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why I always pretend that I don't care?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why I always play tough?&lt;br /&gt;You should be the closest person in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Because I came from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your harsh words were a knife stabbing into my fragile heart.&lt;br /&gt;It hurt when they came out from you.&lt;br /&gt;I could never reach your standards.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for letting you down.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being a lousy one.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, sorry and sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm better off alone...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112235203993935333?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112235203993935333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112235203993935333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112235203993935333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112235203993935333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/07/better-off-alone.html' title='Better off alone'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112464199318356362</id><published>2005-07-24T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:37:51.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-day trip to Taipei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/7185/640/DSC02040-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/7185/400/DSC02040-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOM2 girls' gathering @ Nikko Cafe, July 22, 2005 in Taipei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got back to work this afternoon, after 4.5 hours of driving from Taipei to Kaohsiung! I'm physically exhausted, but spiritually hyper and content. :D I was in Taipei from Thurday to Saturday. The reasons that I went there were a. Carolyn's got back from Illinois after 1 year of language studying &amp; b. Leehom was having his last event before he headed back to NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always a great enjoyment to chill out with my girlies. On Thurday night, Wendy failed joining us since she had classes, so Jo and I dined out at &lt;a href="http://www.rubytuesday.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruby Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. We had patatos skins, linguini and strawberry talkcake, cheezcake for desserts. Hmmmm.... the food was so yummy that I couldn't help eating eating and eating! I swear I had most of the food and even Jo's dessert! I AM gaining some weight and DID gained 2 kilos, so stop saying that I'm skinny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we 13 HOM2music girlies had dinner all together.(&lt;a href="http://chinese.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/fatima6774/album?.dir=64f5&amp;amp;.src=ph&amp;store=&amp;amp;prodid=&amp;.done=http%3a//tw.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/fatima6774/my_photos" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see pics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) The meeting was mainly arranged for Carolyn since we hadn't seen her for a year and we missed her a lot. Can you guys imagine how noisy it would be if there are 13 women in one room??? We kept chatting for almost 3 hours non-stoply and loudly. The entire restaurant was full of our laughs and talks. We are very close and there's always so much to say to each other. We share every little thing happens in our lives, our ups and downs, tears and joy. The dinner ended with satisfaction and happiness. Later that night Annie and I drove to Yan-min moutain to catch the beautiful night sights of Taipei city. Honestly, that was my first time being there in night time even though I visit Taipei quite often. Thanks to Annie for showing me around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Saturday plan was to attend &lt;a href="http://www.tb.nokia.com.tw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nokia Totally Board 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which was held at CKS Memorial Hall. This event was held in Taipei this year and had brought over 10 thousand people per day. Leehom is the spokesperson of Nokia in China, so of course he was also invited to perform at the concert. We went to line up at 3pm and it was definitely a torture queuing under the ruthless sun of July. I almost got burned! Anyways, it was worth the sweat cuz we got the front and middle standing area. Everyone was so excited and happy about seeing Leehom again and hearing him singing live before he flew back to NYC to work on his next album. I'm sure I'll be missing this ghetto boy... Btw, anyone see me on TV? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that I didn't get to see Wendy and Mr. Lee this time. Hope I'll see you soon then! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112464199318356362?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112464199318356362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112464199318356362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112464199318356362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112464199318356362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/07/3-day-trip-to-taipei_24.html' title='3-day trip to Taipei'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112160827716089774</id><published>2005-07-17T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:44:30.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;A stranger, you are.&lt;br /&gt;Came to me as a Roman warrior,&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous yet fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;To you I sacrificed,&lt;br /&gt;My body, my soul, my whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your green eyes, I lost.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your sweet smiles, I drowned.&lt;br /&gt;You are simply everything I long for.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I surrendered,&lt;br /&gt;My dear Stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Stranger,&lt;br /&gt;Why me?&lt;br /&gt;The doubt is in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;The answer will forever be undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, you are a stranger to me.&lt;br /&gt;And will always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112160827716089774?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112160827716089774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112160827716089774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112160827716089774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112160827716089774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/07/stranger.html' title='Stranger'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112153155858017904</id><published>2005-07-17T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:39:47.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>給妳sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;給 妳 s w e e t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就 叫 他 M I&lt;br /&gt;是 他 打 動 妳 的 心&lt;br /&gt;不 知 不 覺 想 走 近&lt;br /&gt;再 也 沒 辦 法 冷 靜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就 是 他 - M I&lt;br /&gt;是 他 攪 亂 妳 的 心&lt;br /&gt;一 切 都 情 不 自 禁&lt;br /&gt;管 他 什 麼 自 制 力&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;一 點 一 滴&lt;br /&gt;到 全 部 滿 溢&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;妳 不 曾 留 意&lt;br /&gt;對 他 的 醉 意&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這 個 死 M I&lt;br /&gt;竟 害 妳 這 麼 傷 心&lt;br /&gt;盡 全 力 也 抽 不 離&lt;br /&gt;滿 腦 那 天 的 濃 情 蜜 意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳 愛 的 M I&lt;br /&gt;到 現 在 還 是 著 迷&lt;br /&gt;去 他 多 遠 的 距 離&lt;br /&gt;到 現 在 仍 在 努 力&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小 心 翼 翼&lt;br /&gt;地 保 護 自 己&lt;br /&gt;不 想 讓 回 憶&lt;br /&gt;徹 底 的 打 擊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不 要 放 棄&lt;br /&gt;想 給 自 己 的 信 心&lt;br /&gt;只 要 妳 願 意&lt;br /&gt;還 是 會 有 不 可 思 議&lt;br /&gt;在 下 一 秒 走 近&lt;br /&gt;給 妳 新 的 刺 激&lt;br /&gt;給 妳 所 有 的 甜 蜜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Vbaby @ 1722 July 15th 2005 Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112153155858017904?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112153155858017904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112153155858017904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112153155858017904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112153155858017904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/07/sweet.html' title='給妳sweet'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-112066332628839502</id><published>2005-07-06T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:23:06.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something crazy!</title><content type='html'>I did something crazy yesterday! It was so crazy that I still don't know where I got the courage from. It was a late birthday present for myself, something that the the usual me or most people would not do. It was so unreal still, just like a dream. I'd like to keep it as a secret at the moment. Maybe someday I'll share it with some of you when I'm ready to spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my dear friends for your sweet birthday wishes! Your lovely gifts, text messages, MSN titles, international and national calls, e-cards... I got all of them. Thank you, thank you and thank you! Annie, thanks for having come down south, I was so glad to have you with me on my 27th birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-112066332628839502?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112066332628839502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=112066332628839502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112066332628839502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/112066332628839502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/07/something-crazy.html' title='Something crazy!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-111980547537930053</id><published>2005-06-27T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:19:38.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I do?...</title><content type='html'>My bro said "We are 5 individuals living 5 different lives, but under one roof."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this ironic? I wish I could have grown up in a sweet, warm and harmonious family. However, it's been full of arguments and fightings since I was little. The problems aren't that huge, however, they need to be fixed right away, or it'll break soon. This evening Dad and Mom had a fight, a real fierce one. I wasn't home to witness the whole thing, but according to bro, it was pretty violent. They always fight for the same old problems, and It's always Mom starting the quarrel. My mom is a strict, stubborn and tough woman, a real tough one. She's so demanding that every member of this family must follow her intructions, or she'll surely give you a hard lesson. She's just like the empress and we are her people. And my poor dad just could not stand anymore, so he fought back for his own dignity . The consequences are severe. As the eldest child of the family, I havd to stand out and try to save my family. However, I feel terrible, frustrated, helpless and hopeless... It seems that there's nothing I can do to help solving all the chaos. Can anyone tell me what to do???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-111980547537930053?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111980547537930053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=111980547537930053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111980547537930053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111980547537930053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-should-i-do.html' title='What should I do?...'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-111969232184801917</id><published>2005-06-25T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T11:43:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstreet Boys has NEVER GONE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="200" src="http://www.sonymusic.com.tw/album/82876701062/82876701062-b.jpg" width="200" align="right" /&gt;Watch out! The unreplaceable, one and only boy band BACKSTREET BOYS are back!!! Oh, I'm soooo excited about their reunion and coming back, cuz I used to be a huge fan of theirs. It was about 10 years ago, when we were both young, hehe... They are the first and ever boy band in the US. They're not only pretty faces but also can sing very well. I'm so glad that they got back after 5 years of immersion to complete their &lt;strong&gt;INCOMPLETE&lt;/strong&gt; journey in music industry. Hurry, hurry, go and get one of their new released album "&lt;a href="http://www.sonymusic.com.tw/intl/backstreetboys/" target="_blank"&gt;Never Gone&lt;/a&gt;"!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-111969232184801917?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111969232184801917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=111969232184801917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111969232184801917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111969232184801917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/backstreet-boys-has-never-gone.html' title='Backstreet Boys has NEVER GONE!!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110317423670779366</id><published>2005-06-23T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T16:48:12.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*Ten random things about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm 1/8 Dutch. (Not Thai, Filipino or Aboriginal.)&lt;br /&gt;09. My mother was pregnant before she married my dad. (I'm still 100% made by my dad.)&lt;br /&gt;08. My left ear doesn't work. (Don't stand on my left, or I won't hear you.)&lt;br /&gt;07. I'm a insomniac.&lt;br /&gt;06. I almost got married 3.5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;05. I speak Mandarin, Taiwanese, English and a bit Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;04. I have a dog named Xiaobai.&lt;br /&gt;03. I have dentures, quite many.&lt;br /&gt;02. I got drunk first time in Spain, and spewed on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;01. I murmur to myself quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Nine places I've visited:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Spain (twice)&lt;br /&gt;08. France&lt;br /&gt;07. Holland&lt;br /&gt;06. Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;05. Singapore&lt;br /&gt;04. Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;03. Japan&lt;br /&gt;02. Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;01. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Eight things I want to do before I die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Go to NYC &amp;amp; Greece.&lt;br /&gt;07. Fall deeply in love.&lt;br /&gt;06. Raise my own family.&lt;br /&gt;05. Open a coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;04. Return to Spain.&lt;br /&gt;03. Learn Flamenco.&lt;br /&gt;02. Buy an LV or Gucci bag.&lt;br /&gt;01. Own a Golden Retriever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Seven ways to win my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;07. Have a good sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;06. Like my weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;05. Know more than me.&lt;br /&gt;04. Have a good voice.&lt;br /&gt;03. Be kind to my family, friends and dog.&lt;br /&gt;02. Play an instrument.&lt;br /&gt;01. Light my fire on bed! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Six things I believe in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;06. The existence of ghosts and Gods.&lt;br /&gt;05. Treating my friends as my family.&lt;br /&gt;04. Living life with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;03. Being honest and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;02. ...&lt;br /&gt;01. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Five things I fear: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Fighting with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;04. Disappoiting my family and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;03. Falling in love with a wrong guy.&lt;br /&gt;02. Living my life without my doggie.&lt;br /&gt;01. Geckos. (They are disgusting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Four of my favourite things in my bedroom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04: My signed posters of Leehom.&lt;br /&gt;03. My electric piano.&lt;br /&gt;02. My books.&lt;br /&gt;01. My CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Three things I do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;03. Listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;02. Surfing on net.&lt;br /&gt;01. Watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Two things I'm trying NOT to do right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;02. Thinking about what to eat for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;01. Staring at the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*One person I want to see right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Daphne (Haven't seen her for half year!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110317423670779366?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110317423670779366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110317423670779366&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110317423670779366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110317423670779366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-things-about-me.html' title='Some things about me...'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-111898993074837034</id><published>2005-06-17T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T01:01:41.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning piano</title><content type='html'>I was always interested in learning piano since I was a child, but my parents didn't have extra money for my piano lessons then. Therefore, I joined the choir after entering elementary school and until I graduated from college. I enjoyed singing a lot and still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago, I started taking piano lessons in April. There are only 5 students in my class and at first I thought I might have been the eldest one, but thank God, we are mostly at the same age. :) I have classes on every Tuesday. I've to say, learning piano is not a easy task, especially at my age. My hands are pretty tiny and my fingers don't listen. It's pretty hard to play the main melody with your right hand and at the same time play the chords with your left hand. :( Fluency requires practice and lots of practice! Thanks to my lovely 5-year-old twin nephews, so I have an YAMAHA electric piano now. Yeah~ I ROBBED from them, hehe... They got it from my another cousin for my uncle bought her another one which costs over NT$100,000 and it's just secondhand! Geeee, pianos are expensive!! Since my twin nephews can't play the electric piano yet, so I simply packed it and sent it back home last time I visited my cousin in Taipei. I'm mean, huh? =p Please forgive Aunt Sally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy a lot playing the piano, although I'm not very good at it. Actually, I find it pretty cool being able to play any intrument. Take a look at those artists and musicians, Yoyo Ma, Vanessa Mae, Stevie Wonder, Leehom Wang, David Tao, Jay Chou... etc. They are all so talented and attractive by how they perform with cello, violin, piano or guitar. A famouse TV host, Taozi, ever said that those who can play the piano so well are aliens! Haha... a very interesting insight, but she could be right! Then... I wish I was an alien too!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-111898993074837034?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111898993074837034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=111898993074837034&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111898993074837034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111898993074837034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/learning-piano.html' title='Learning piano'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-111866514387787173</id><published>2005-06-13T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T21:58:30.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, money, money!</title><content type='html'>I NEED MONEY!!! It's early June and I'm lacking money already.... *cries* This month I've paid NT$14,500 for the tax. (Hey, I can imagine you guys getting a calculator and trying to figure out how much money I earn per year! :-p) Plus I'll get my dentures renewed few days later, and that will cost me NT$22,000. Then I have to get my pc upgrade and fixed too, and it might probably cost me NT$7,000. And I will have to pay my credit cards, phone bill, parking fee, dog food &amp;amp; wash... etc etc. Why is spending money so easy while earning money isn't??? Ok, I need to find myself a boyfriend who's as rich as Coco Lee's or Xiao S's!!! hehe... :-p (This might be a mission impossible for me since I'm never a lucky girl when it comes to love... How about a guy love me for my weaknesses?? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the weather sucked yesterday, I had a lucheon with my oldtime college classmates. It's been half year since that last time we went out. We talked about what was going on in each one's life, about being a wife and daughter-in-law, about adjusting to a new job, about having met a wrong guy (this supposed to be me!), and about getting married or not. R and her boyfriend, Samuel, have been planning to get married this year. Nevertheless, Samuel's boss might be sending him to a branch company in Shanghai for at least 1 year. How about their marriage plan?? Ester suggested R get married first and fly to Shanghai together with Samuel. However, R doesn't want to go to Shanghai and either want to get married if Samuel goes. Therefore, Araceli and I suggested R just break up with him, cuz we aren't young anymore and time won't wait. What would you do if you were R??? Is China such a scary country? Or are men so untrustful?? Well, let's just say the future is unpredictable and life is always full of surprises! &lt;em&gt;"Life's a box of chocalates, you never know whatcha gonna get." from Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Querida R: No matter what happens, we'll be here for you when you need us. Te quiero mucho! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-111866514387787173?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111866514387787173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=111866514387787173&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111866514387787173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111866514387787173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/money-money-money.html' title='Money, money, money!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-111824456046722518</id><published>2005-06-08T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:59:08.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are such pains!</title><content type='html'>(To all the boys and men there: Sorry, this entry is ONLY for girls! But I mean no harm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, wouldn't you agree with me?? Men, or some men, are such pains. Jo and I often talk about how our male friends piss us off. I always say "Jo, he just pissed me off AGAIN!!!" And Jo replies "What did he do again? Calm down, he's just a boy!" What a god-damn-right judgment! I know there are still bunches of good men out there, but those around me are quite like boys... They are not mature enough and can't tell whether I'm joking. This makes me feel nervous and tired while talking to them, cuz I have to be very careful about what I say, no kidding, no strange laughter, no sarcasm! Otherwise, they'll say something and that something will definitely hurt you. Hey men, I'm just kidding, okay? :-p Perhaps I'm way too sensitive, therefore, I get hurt and angry so easily. This probably proves why I always find elder men attractive to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: What would you like, madam?&lt;br /&gt;Me: A mature man with good sense of humor, please. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;God: Sorry, it's not on the menu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-111824456046722518?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111824456046722518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=111824456046722518&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111824456046722518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111824456046722518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/men-are-such-pains.html' title='Men are such pains!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-111822756897125860</id><published>2005-06-08T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:48:49.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you'd be fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you'd be fine&lt;br /&gt;Just like I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'd recover&lt;br /&gt;Just like I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you still love me&lt;br /&gt;Just like you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know you'd love someone else&lt;br /&gt;Just like I'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;For eagering to fly&lt;br /&gt;All alone and without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;For loving myself&lt;br /&gt;Too much and so selfishly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know you'd be fine&lt;br /&gt;Cuz time will heal&lt;br /&gt;Those wounds I left on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'd be fine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-111822756897125860?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111822756897125860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=111822756897125860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111822756897125860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111822756897125860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-know-youd-be-fine.html' title='I know you&apos;d be fine'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-111789475158811804</id><published>2005-06-04T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T22:34:15.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little bro's away from home...</title><content type='html'>My little di-di's gone to Chengdu (China) in May on his own. He'll be teaching at a bartending school there. He's a professional bartender, the champion of many national and international competitions and he even has fans! My parents are very proud of him, and so am I. Now he's gone to such a far far away place, all by himself, we all miss him and my mother especially does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the youngest child of the family, he always gets extra attention and care. He's a good boy, responsible, and always takes good care of himself. However, Mom's still worried lots about him. She misses him so much that she cried last night after drank a little. My mom always gets emotional after drinking... I told her not think too much, that he's a big boy and he'll be fine there. Then my mom was like, "You don't understand how a mother would feel when her beloved children leave home. I cried every night for you too when you left for Spain for 3 months! *cries*..." Ooops! I didnt' know that... How touching! Okay, I think I'd better get my pc fixed asap and get a webcam and then I'll teach Mom how to use MSN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My di-di owns a 1.5 Toyota Vios although he's only 21! But now I'm driving his car since he's not here, hehe... Today is my first day driving to work. Everything's okay, except that I ran a red light! :-p Hope I won't get a ticket for it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-111789475158811804?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111789475158811804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=111789475158811804&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111789475158811804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111789475158811804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/little-bros-away-from-home.html' title='Little bro&apos;s away from home...'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-111673938338056583</id><published>2005-05-22T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:51:15.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;一棵開花的樹 by 席慕蓉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如何讓你遇見我&lt;br /&gt;在這最美麗的時刻　為這&lt;br /&gt;我已在佛前　求了五百年&lt;br /&gt;求祂讓我們結一段塵緣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;佛於是把我化作一棵樹&lt;br /&gt;長在你必經的路旁&lt;br /&gt;陽光下慎重地開滿了花&lt;br /&gt;朵朵都是我前世的盼望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當你走近　請你細聽&lt;br /&gt;那顫抖的葉是我等待的熱情&lt;br /&gt;而當你終於無視地走過&lt;br /&gt;在你身後落了一地的&lt;br /&gt;朋友啊　那不是花瓣&lt;br /&gt;是我凋零的心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this poem so beautiful?? It's sad, too, so sad. I was so moved when I first read it and I couldn't help falling into its sorrow. Love is sacrifice, isn't it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-111673938338056583?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111673938338056583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=111673938338056583&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111673938338056583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111673938338056583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-favorite-poem.html' title='My favorite poem'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-111530833036098956</id><published>2005-05-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:50:18.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一個人出走</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;突然很需要 一個人出走&lt;br /&gt;哪裡都可以 只想一個人&lt;br /&gt;好讓我能 獨自品嚐&lt;br /&gt;許久不曾有過的 痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一個人看喜劇電影 不由心地 笑著&lt;br /&gt;一個人逛鬧區 無目的地 晃著&lt;br /&gt;一個人吃晚餐 不知味地 嚼著&lt;br /&gt;一顆迷路的心 找不到出口&lt;br /&gt;像斷了線的風箏 不知該飛往哪裡去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多想 嚐一口孟婆的湯 遺忘你和我那些曾經&lt;br /&gt;多想 走入時光的隧道 到一個沒有你的某方&lt;br /&gt;多想 放聲地大哭一場&lt;br /&gt;用我的淚&lt;br /&gt;還你 我的煎熬與磨折&lt;br /&gt;還你 我的苦澀與悲愁&lt;br /&gt;還你 我的心酸與不堪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還你 還你 都還你&lt;br /&gt;也請你還給我&lt;br /&gt;我僅存的 你不要的我的心...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-111530833036098956?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111530833036098956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=111530833036098956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111530833036098956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111530833036098956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='一個人出走'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-111504738080255408</id><published>2005-05-02T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T23:28:33.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>About a week ago I completed the TVE joint college entrance examination. I think the results won't be too bad, therefore, I'll be returning to school in September and be a part-time student!! Life will be hectic then, but I'm very much looking forward to it. By the time I get my bachelor degree, I will be already 30!! Isn't this scary???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm not good lately, even though I've been trying to pretend that I am. I've been thinking a lot and there is so much in my mind, cloudy thoughts, frustration, depression, sadness, confusion and some other weird and indefinable feelings... I'm a pessimistic person and I can't help thinking everything in a bad way. I don't know what's wrong with me, or maybe I know, but I just don't wanna admit it. Something's missing in me... I'm not like me anymore and I hate myself being so! What can I do to get riddle of all these chaos?? Can I just skip this pain?? I want my life back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-111504738080255408?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111504738080255408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=111504738080255408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111504738080255408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111504738080255408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with me?'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-111401842380608411</id><published>2005-04-21T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T17:13:23.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>We all need friends in our lives. To me, it doesn't matter the quantity but the quality. I'm pretty straight. If I don't like someone, I wouldn't waste my time on him or her, no matter how big he or she is. I'm not greedy, all I need is a few close friends to count on, to cry to, to share my ups and downs with. I'm a blessed one though, for having so many good friends around me. God's been treating me so nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Bridge:&lt;/strong&gt; You've always been my role model, true friend, and family. I wish I could be as "hopelessly optimistic" and brave as you are someday! Thanks for sharing with me your good luck and courage. I'll be missing you after you go abroad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Karensheep &amp; vvbaby:&lt;/strong&gt; You are my good photo mates. You 2 are such photoholics! Wiithout you, taking pictures would be so boring and only you 2 could get the best of me. Karen, I'm so happy that you've found that special someone and I wish you joy. Although you are so far away from us, you're here in my heart. vvbaby, I know you've been through a hard time, and maybe you are still, I'll pray for you just like you do to me, for that someone with charming laughter will go rescuing my princess from the tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Ester &amp;amp; Rosa:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm truly appreciated for having you gals by me for the past 11 years and I firmly believe our friendship will last forever. And I'm looking forward to being your bridesmaid in the near future! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Irma:&lt;/strong&gt; I love you so as a friend. To have a friend like you, I'll never get bored. Let's get drunk again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my HOM2 partners:&lt;/strong&gt; Together we strived, we laughed, we cried and we completed a dream. I couldn't have made it without you gals! Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Jo:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for your interesting stories. I'm glad we could share some secrets which are only between you and me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Annie:&lt;/strong&gt; Words are not necessary between us. We've known each other for almost a lifetime and you know I'll be there for you when you need me! &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;strong&gt;      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Daphne: &lt;/strong&gt;I miss those bedtime chats we had and I enjoyed so much working with U! Hope you're all doing fine in Texas and do come back asap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I like a singer writing a thank-you note in the album?? :p Well, I just want to say it out loud before it's too late. I'm so grateful to be surrounded by so many amazing friends and I thank God for that. I love you all, my dearest friends!!! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-111401842380608411?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111401842380608411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=111401842380608411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111401842380608411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111401842380608411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-111383453105052661</id><published>2005-04-18T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T11:36:08.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study harder &amp; good luck!</title><content type='html'>With the 2-year TVE joint college entrance examinations near at hand (this Sunday!), I'm getting more and more nervous since I don't have much time to prepare for them. Therefore, this afternoon a friend accompanied me to Confusious Temple to pray for luck and success. Chinese people visit temples very often to pray for everything. I go to temples only when I search for spiritual consolation and peace. Maybe some people would rather save the time to study, but believe it or not, I do think Gods help in some ways. I'm not a superstitious person, though I assume part of my heart is pretty traditional and Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night JV and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.kcg.gov.tw/~borkcg/city/open.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Urban Spotlight&lt;/a&gt;, a well-known spot built with the art of lights and plants, to listen to a great band called Roxy. There are different bands singing every night at Urban Spotlight and Roxy is our favorite. You can buy a nice drink and sit down for a wonderful musical performance. Isn't this great? I love the atmosphere and JV and I can chat for hours there! (How I wish you could be here wtih us, Karensheep!) Next time any of you who come to Kaohsiung, I'll show you around! Now I'd better go back to my studies, otherwise I might fail in the tests!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-111383453105052661?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111383453105052661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=111383453105052661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111383453105052661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111383453105052661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/04/study-harder-good-luck.html' title='Study harder &amp; good luck!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-111246397443983692</id><published>2005-04-04T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T02:17:14.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living la vida loca!</title><content type='html'>I've been living quite a busy and crazy life lately and my schedule had not been so tight ever! Karen was about to leave for China for a while, so I spent most of my time-off with her and Javie. We could get really out of control when we 3 gathered!! We played silly games such as repeating words like "su~~~~re" and talking in English to everyone we met. I know this sounds stupid, but we had lots of fun, indeed! We took loads of photos, too, on the streets and even in the toilet of KTV!!! We are 3 crazy gals!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, I met a special foreign guy at the airport. He came up to me caring a guitar and asked me for the best way to get to Kenting. I was surprised because he asked me in a very good Chinese, with no accent. (Jo, I've to confess that his Chinese is even better than yours!) Then the thing even surprised me more was that he wanted to eat noodles with oyster (a typical Taiwanese food) and he said that in Taiwanese!! OMG!! I was so shocked that I asked him "Are you a foreigner??" Hahaha... Isn't this interesting?? He was heading to &lt;a href="http://www.springscream.com"&gt;Spring Scream&lt;/a&gt; in Kenting to perform later that night. I've never been to Spring Scream and I've always wanted to. Hope I can make it next year. Anyone wanna join me?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a date with a guy. He invited me out for tea, and then turned out watching a movie, having dinner and even meeting his family "accidentally"! Gee, that was a bit embarrassing... We've known each other for years, but didn't really get any chance to get to know each other more. He's humorous, decent and easy going and I felt comfortable with him. I think I do have some feelings of him, but I wanna take it slow since I need some more time to make sure what my heart is telling me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-111246397443983692?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111246397443983692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=111246397443983692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111246397443983692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111246397443983692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/04/living-la-vida-loca.html' title='Living la vida loca!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-111225234543403412</id><published>2005-03-31T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:53:40.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不勇敢</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;我知道自己 不勇敢&lt;br /&gt;怕去愛 因為怕失去&lt;br /&gt;怕失去 因為怕寂寞&lt;br /&gt;怕寂寞 因為怕不堅強&lt;br /&gt;所以 我 不要愛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;常常窩在不到三坪的小房間裡&lt;br /&gt;上網 看書 睡覺 聽音樂&lt;br /&gt;自私又滿足地 活著&lt;br /&gt;孤單又驕傲地 呼吸著&lt;br /&gt;謝絕一切的干擾 拒絕任何的入侵&lt;br /&gt;我只想這樣過 一個人過&lt;br /&gt;雖然&lt;br /&gt;空盪的單人床 會讓我渴望你的溫暖&lt;br /&gt;無眠的深夜 會讓我偶爾想起你的懷抱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的自私 成全了我的自由&lt;br /&gt;我的不勇敢 成了我不愛的理由&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-111225234543403412?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111225234543403412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=111225234543403412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111225234543403412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111225234543403412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title='不勇敢'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-111090380113971316</id><published>2005-03-16T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T00:23:21.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall we dance?</title><content type='html'>Just got home from the cinema watching the film "Shall We Dance" by Richard Gere and Jennifer Lopez. It's a movie about ballroom dance. The reason Gia and I chose this film is that we both love dancing and we use to dance and perform a lot when we were college students. Oh~ I really enjoyed this movie a lot, although it's not a typical Hollywood movie. Dance is the most attractive thing in it, and of course, Richard Gere is one of the reason, too! The dancing scenes reminded me the wonderful time I had when learning dancing and watching Richard Gere and Jennifer Lopez dancing on the dance floor made me wanna dance again! The Waltz is really beautiful! Shall we dance again, Gia?? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-111090380113971316?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111090380113971316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=111090380113971316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111090380113971316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/111090380113971316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/03/shall-we-dance.html' title='Shall we dance?'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110848389034392264</id><published>2005-02-26T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:52:58.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>愛錯</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;若親吻已沒有任何感覺&lt;br /&gt;做愛也成為一項例行公事&lt;br /&gt;你和我之間 還剩下什麼?&lt;br /&gt;愛情? 友情? 還是親情?&lt;br /&gt;亦或剩下的只是 一點點不捨的憐憫...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們都背叛了自己&lt;br /&gt;你欺騙了你的心 以為我會愛你 多一點&lt;br /&gt;我欺騙了我的心 以為我會愛你 更多一點&lt;br /&gt;你把心 交給一個無心的女子&lt;br /&gt;我的心 遺落在遙遠的過去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是錯 是愛 我們都愛錯...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110848389034392264?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110848389034392264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110848389034392264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110848389034392264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110848389034392264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title='愛錯'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110736473632650523</id><published>2005-02-03T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T01:18:56.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP wearing furs!</title><content type='html'>I read an article on the newspapers this evening and it made feel miserable. There are people trying to protect animals, but in the meanwhile, there are people killing animals just to be prettier. This is a cruel and ridiculous world. When I saw the picture of a dying raccoon with its eyes wide open, crying and bleeding without its fur on, I felt like crying. They flayed the raccoon when it was still alive!!!... I don't know much about fashion, but to me it's not right to kill those innocent creatures and to use part of their bodies to make fancy clothes. No matter they are wild or bred, they live for a reason, but definitely not for the beauty of human beings. Please stop wearing furs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110736473632650523?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110736473632650523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110736473632650523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110736473632650523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110736473632650523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/02/stop-wearing-furs.html' title='STOP wearing furs!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110706575991531558</id><published>2005-01-30T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T14:15:59.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A free concert!</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to a free concert in Tainan with a few friends. The concert was held for the employees and their families of TSMC. We were so lucky to be able to get in. Well, the main and only reason we were there was because of this very special person, Leehom. He was the first performer and was as amazing as 10 years ago!!! He played the drums first and then sang 9 songs. He was in a good mood last night, very cute and playful and waved at us few times (I assumed!) I was particularly so touched and almost cried while he was singing "Revolution", a song that once gave me so much strength and courage. This man is the same one as 10 years ago, honest, down to earth, full of passion for music and still touches me with his voice. He didn't change a bit. Wish you luck, my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110706575991531558?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110706575991531558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110706575991531558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110706575991531558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110706575991531558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/01/free-concert.html' title='A free concert!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110650149012257233</id><published>2005-01-24T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T01:31:30.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish people!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey, guys! I'm back!!! After a month of busy and hectic life, I finally have some time to write something here. Many things happened lately and I feel like a shit! Human beings can be so selfish. No matter what you did and how much you sacrificed for them, they're still not satisfied and think that you're the selfish one. Can't they just think before starting to blame someone else??? Was I wrong? Shouldn't I do that much for them and then get myself scolded? I'm so sick of those selfish, ridicules and stupid pigs!!! However, I'm glad that I have so many good friends with me, giving me strength and support. Thank you all for being with me in spirit!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110650149012257233?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110650149012257233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110650149012257233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110650149012257233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110650149012257233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2005/01/selfish-people.html' title='Selfish people!!!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110425078151585322</id><published>2004-12-30T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T02:13:08.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special period of time</title><content type='html'>I've been too busy to update my blog... Well, being a leader of a fan club, there're loads of things to do during his promtion period. Please forgive my absence in this special time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo's coming down south for the very first time and we'll together spend the last moment of 2004 with our homeboy. How exciting!!! I'm glad to have you aside this year, Ms. Troup! :) Let's rock~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, my dearest friends!!! What a pity that I couldn't be with you on the very last day of 2004... However, my heart will always be with you. I wish you all a very wealthy, healthy and happy 2005! I love ya all so much! *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110425078151585322?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110425078151585322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110425078151585322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110425078151585322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110425078151585322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2004/12/special-period-of-time.html' title='Special period of time'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110338740160283313</id><published>2004-12-19T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T00:32:56.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An early Christmas dinner</title><content type='html'>This evening I had an early Christmas dinner with my best mates in the college. We went to Smoky Joe's and had lots of typical American food. Mmmmm.... Yummy!! :) Magdalena, a classmate that I hadn't seen for over 6 years, also joined our supper. It was great to catch up with old friends and to recall all the silly and funny stories in the college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Araceli brought a colleague of hers to our party. She'd been trying to introduce this guy to me, 'cuz she thought that we were perfect for each other. Well, I have to admit that this guy isn't bad... He's 29, quite good-looking, tall, nice and a gentleman. He seems to be a very shy and passive person to me and I think that's why he's still single at his age. :p We did not have much talk during the whole dinner although he was sitting next to me. All of a sudden my friends became matchmakers trying so hard to SALE me... but somehow that made us feel embarrassed. I didn't even dare to look at him at first! I was trying to be humorous and normal. Gosh! I must have been acting like a fool!!!... Okay, we had each other's numbers in the end and we'll see what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110338740160283313?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110338740160283313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110338740160283313&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110338740160283313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110338740160283313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2004/12/early-christmas-dinner.html' title='An early Christmas dinner'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110266083726566521</id><published>2004-12-10T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:52:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need some love to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some love to feel consoled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some love to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some love to survive in the nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some love to go on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some love to love... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110266083726566521?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110266083726566521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110266083726566521&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110266083726566521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110266083726566521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-need-some-love.html' title='I need some love...'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110252629770861692</id><published>2004-12-09T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T09:39:41.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You hurt me again! Well done!!</title><content type='html'>I just have to write this down, otherwise I won't be able to fall asleep tonight... She hurt me again, with her merciless words. She successfully did it one more time and I was terribly influenced by her stupid words again... I was at work, but I couldn't hold my tears back. I went right away to the toilet and locked myself in there. I started crying. I rang Emily, but at first I couldn't say a word but kept sobbing. I was crying, crying and crying... She did hurt me hard. What she said on msn was like a knife, cutting me into pieces. My heart was bleeding and it still is... Why could someone who you consider as one of your best friends hurt you so much? Why should I bare this?? I'm tired of this relationship. I'm tired of being hurt. I am...  I'll recover, just like many times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110252629770861692?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110252629770861692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110252629770861692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110252629770861692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110252629770861692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-hurt-me-again-well-done.html' title='You hurt me again! Well done!!'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110242549290157003</id><published>2004-12-07T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T21:18:12.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridget Jones's Diary II</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I went to see Bridget Jones's Diary 2 with Bridge. I'd been really expecting to the sequel to this story and I did enjoy it as much as the first one. My laughter was so loud that the others seemed want to yell at me and ask me to shut up!!! :P I love the way Bridget runs with her two strong and fleshy legs. That's just so cute!!! Oh... and I love her English accent as well! I have to admit that English accent is attractive and elegant to me and that's probably why I'm so down to Huge Grant, hehe... I was really touched when Mark proposed to Bridget in the end of the movie, I almost cried... Perhaps I overreacted, but I am so easily touched by little things. Maybe deep in my heart I'm hoping that someone could propose to me like that, someone who loves me and I love him back. I am no more a little girl, but I still have dreams like these, I'm still waiting for that special someone to take me away from emptiness and loneliness. Anyone helps??? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110242549290157003?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110242549290157003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110242549290157003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110242549290157003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110242549290157003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2004/12/bridget-joness-diary-ii.html' title='Bridget Jones&apos;s Diary II'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110204123837841342</id><published>2004-12-03T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T21:23:23.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some sleep...</title><content type='html'>It's 10:17 in the morning and I think I'm gonna die!! I got sleepless again last night, and didn't sleep at all. I NEED SOME SLEEP NOW!!! But I can't, 'cause I'm fu*king working. DAMN! And a typhoon is approaching? What the heck??? I didn't even bring my raincoat with me, now how am I gonna get home DRY?? Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!! I hate myself being nuts, but STAY AWAY FROM ME TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110204123837841342?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110204123837841342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110204123837841342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110204123837841342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110204123837841342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-need-some-sleep.html' title='I need some sleep...'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110053285357576004</id><published>2004-11-30T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:49:40.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think I'm kind, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm cool, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm brave, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm confident, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm generous, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;You think I am ..., but I am NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my confession...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm noisy and I'm loud.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sensitive and I'm fragile.&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfish and I'm apathetic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pessimistic and I'm timid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak and I'm depending.&lt;br /&gt;I am WHO I AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110053285357576004?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110053285357576004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110053285357576004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110053285357576004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110053285357576004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-confession.html' title='My Confession'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110103757824172651</id><published>2004-11-21T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T21:26:14.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful incident</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I finally went to see the movie "&lt;a href="http://event.636.com.tw/quill/intro_01.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Quill&lt;/a&gt;" with Pat. This film has been really popular recently. It's more like a documentary, tells the story about a Labrador guide dog called Quill. It's a cute, warm and touching movie. Because I have a dog my own, it became easier for me to get into the story. I cried several times during the movie, a bit embarrassing... Guide dogs are rare here in Kaohsiung. I've ever seen a guide dog once at where I work. It was a golden retriever, very beautiful and stable. Next time when you see guide dogs, remember not to feed them, call them or touch them when they're on duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I went to Sogo to have a little window shopping. When I got there, I found out the a cappella group, Tension, was having an autograph session there. Well, I'm not really a fan of them, but I do love their beautiful voices. Therefore, I got closer and then I saw a friend from EMI who used to work for SONY. I went to say hello and he was surprised that I was there. Then he "implied" me to buy a copy of Tension's compilation, so I did and started to line up for the signing. It took longer than I expected, because those guys were very talkative! They signed on the cds, hugged each fan and chatted with them. Too nice, huh? That would never happen on Leehom's signings!!! At last when I got on the stage, my friend from EMI told Raymond "Hey, this is the leader of Leehom's fanclub!!" OMG, that was so embarrassing!!! Then Ray said "Oh really? I can sing Leehom's songs, too." I replied "Haha...I think everyone can sing Leehom's songs!" I thought Ray was gonna kill me, hehe... :P After a short chat, I got my copy signed by the funny Raymond, the tired John, the gentle Andy, the kind Brian and the muscular Jimmy. Of course, I also got hugged by each of the 5 yummy big boys, hehe... Jealous, Jo?? I was pretty lucky though, because it was their last event in Taiwan, so they were really passionate to fans. Isn't this a beautiful incident??&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/9138833-110103757824172651?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110103757824172651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110103757824172651&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110103757824172651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110103757824172651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2004/11/beautiful-incident.html' title='A beautiful incident'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110092357112820541</id><published>2004-11-20T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T00:13:28.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love lasts?</title><content type='html'>Recently, a friend of mind broke up with her boyfriend, someone else's replaced her position. Meanwhile, another friend of mine got married, happily and contently. This kind of stories happens everyday around us, nothing special, but I still wonder... &lt;strong&gt;DOES LOVE LAST???&lt;/strong&gt; Are we able to continuously love and be with the same person for over 40 years or more? ... I ever read an article claiming that the passion between men and women won't last more than 10 months and the rest depends on how you strive to keep it alive. Can you believe this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my own story. I had a bf 7 years ago, when I was only 19. He served in the Navy, tall, fit and good-looking, the prince-charming kind of guy. He gave me whatever I asked for, accompanied me when he was off duty, cherished and loved me a lot. In the beginning, we were very happy, and life couldn't be better without him. People envied us. Everyone thought we'd get married sooner or later, even I thought he was the one. Day by day, I felt more and more stressful. His love for me became a burden on me, because I could not love him as much as he did. I needed some fresh air and freedom, so I followed my mind and ended up this relationship 2.5 years ago. It was painful, but I had no regrets. Actually, that was the most brilliant decision I'd ever made, to go on my way without him. I was so selfish, ain't I? Later I realized that my love for this man should've changed, declined and gone eventually. What a cruel, bloody truth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does love REALLY last??? I'm not qualified to answer this question since I was once a loser. I've to confess that I suck at dealing this sorta things. But still, I'll continue to look for the destined one, say, the "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;media naranja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (Spanish, means half orange, equals 'Mr. Right') of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110092357112820541?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110092357112820541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110092357112820541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110092357112820541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110092357112820541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2004/11/love-lasts.html' title='Love lasts?'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110043420150569630</id><published>2004-11-19T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:51:44.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>憶網</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;回憶 像一張網 緊緊地網住我&lt;br /&gt;無法掙脫 無法逃離&lt;br /&gt;像處於大海最底端般孤寂...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;翻著往日的舊照片&lt;br /&gt;我 似乎已不再是我&lt;br /&gt;那個自己 似曾相識 但已不在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回不去 再也回不去了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;記憶中的 美好時光&lt;br /&gt;記憶中的 愛笑的女孩&lt;br /&gt;早已伴隨著鐵達尼 沉睡在大海的最深處...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written on Mar. 19, 2003&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110043420150569630?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110043420150569630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110043420150569630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110043420150569630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110043420150569630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title='憶網'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110078393585164910</id><published>2004-11-18T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T17:32:27.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now what???</title><content type='html'>Ah-choooooooooooo! Today is my second day-off... I wake up in the morning and suddenly realized that I was SICK!!! Got a cold.... SHIT! (Wendy, now my turn...) I have a running nose, sore throat, and my body is aching all over. I went to see a doctor after dinner. The doc checked my nose and throat, then he told me that he'd seen the most serious sore throat of the day, as red and swollen as a red chili . :-o *sniffs* Ok, then the nurse gave me a steam treatment for my sore throat. It was a machine with a tube coming out warm, salty steam and I had to open my mouth to breathe it in so that the soreness could be alleviated. Plus, the doc said that I might have a fever as well.... Oh well, should I wear my sweater to bed tonight???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's been extremely CRAZY lately, take extra care of yourselves!!! Ah-ah-choooooooo!! ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110078393585164910?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110078393585164910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110078393585164910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110078393585164910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110078393585164910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2004/11/now-what.html' title='Now what???'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110070043308573541</id><published>2004-11-17T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T19:04:43.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hectic day...</title><content type='html'>Today is my day-off, so I could've stayed home, read some romances, listened to some great music or been a couch potato... But none of the above happened!!! I've had a real hectic day, or better say, a RICH day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an appointment with my dentist at 3pm, but I also had to take my dog to the veterinarian, so I brought my dog, Xiao Bai (Little White), out with me. I rode my motorcycle heading to the veterinarian's clinic and my dog thought it was just a ride. We all know that animals hate doctors. Therefore, as soon as she found out that it was the veterinarian's clinic (Dogs are smart!), she tried to jump down from my scooter and ran away!!! I soon grabbed her back in my arms and walked straight into the clinic. In the meanwhile, I felt her body shaking.... Oh~ poor little thing... I told the doc that my dog had a toothache. (Hahaha...she had the same problem as mine!!) Then I left her with the doc and went to the dentist's clinic since it was almost time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived the clinic on time, but it hadn't opened yet, so I waited for another 10 minutes! Well... :S Anyways, I've been seeing the same dentist for over 5 years and he knows my teeth better than I do.:P However, I've never really seen his face since he's always with his mask on. So imagining his look becomes something interesting during the treatment, hehe... By the way, do you know that you can watch TV while the dentist is working on your teeth??? I lied in the chair and the monitor was right above me. This is amazing and you can choose any channel you like, Discovery, Knowledge, or Animal Planet!!! Sometimes my dentist even stops and discusses with me about the TV show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I got my decayed tooth cured 30 minutes later and went to the veterinarian to pick up Xiao Bai. She got a teeth check and an injection. The veterinarian told me that I had to brush her teeth everyday because she's quite old and needs extra care. Otherwise, she'll no longer have teeth and not be able to eat!! Okie, I'll do that for her health...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had an aerobic class at 7pm. Ok, I know what you're going to say, "Sally, you're too skinny, don't need to keep fit... blah blah blah!!!" I know, I know... But I have to say this is all for health reasons. You might know that I've suffered from insomnia for years. Even if I fall asleep, I dream and dream a lot!!! What the hell??? I did try to search for solutions from all kinds of doctors, but it didn't work out in the end. Doctors all suggested me doing some exercises. So I started early this month to take yoga classes, guess what, I got sleepless again after the first class!!! Geez... :( So I wanna try something different, aerobics. Before going, I thought it could be quite easy for me since I once took aerobic course for one year in the college, that was about 6 years ago... At first I was doing pretty well, following teacher's steps and doing exactly what the teacher did. Then I started skipping a few steps, then more and more.... Finally, I was all on my own and becoming an outsider of the class... OMG, I felt like an idiot! Ah~~ how embarrassing! Now I know that yoga should be a better choice for me, for this old lady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired out!! Thank God that I don't need to work tomorrow, hehe.... And I SWEAR I'll be resting at home all day and be a lazy bug, the LAZIEST one!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110070043308573541?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110070043308573541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110070043308573541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110070043308573541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110070043308573541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2004/11/hectic-day.html' title='A hectic day...'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110053887599107368</id><published>2004-11-16T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T10:55:40.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You were born with the Sun in Cancer and the Moon in Gemini. Your overall character structure is motivated by two basic life goals. First, you wish to succeed in life; second, you continuously, positively strive for pleasure and seek to avoid all pain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The psychological center of your being lies in the instincts and emotions. You are primarily preoccupied with satisfying all your necessities in the best manner. Secondarily, you work to be of service to others and to satisfy them to the best of your ability. You are &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;agile&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;active&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;industrious&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; sensitive&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;changeable&lt;/span&gt;, and yet &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hesitant&lt;/span&gt;. You accept life as naturally as possible. Your mind is &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;versatile&lt;/span&gt;, inclined to change and conceptualizing, and perhaps slightly superficial. Nevertheless, you are a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;clever&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt; person. You have a strong sense of attachment to those in your domestic life. You abhor deceit and double-talk. When you start a friendly relationship you try to conduct it at the most honest level possible. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Others see you as a good friend - &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;frank&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;simple,&lt;/span&gt; but somewhat &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;irresolute&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;superficial&lt;/span&gt;. Internally you are&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt; in comprehending human nature. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a short astrological report of me. Do you feel me that way??? Now you know how sensitive I am since it appears TWICE in the report, haha... :p Isn't this interesting? &lt;a href="http://www.astro.com/cgi/ade.cgi?ract=ahor.cgi&amp;&amp;amp;cid=qogfileXpPZ8B-u1100533622" target="_blank"&gt;Get your own report here&lt;/a&gt; and then let me know whether it's believable or not. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110053887599107368?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110053887599107368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110053887599107368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110053887599107368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110053887599107368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2004/11/horoscope-reading.html' title='Horoscope Reading'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110041490245981237</id><published>2004-11-14T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:01:02.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi! My names are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm a Chinese, so I have a Chinese name, of course. My father gave me a famous first name and it happened to be the same as &lt;a href="http://www.teresa-teng.org.tw/" target="_blank"&gt;Teresa Teng&lt;/a&gt;'s, a well-known deceased Taiwanese singer. She had the sweetest voice of the world, but died of an Asthma attack at her early age of 42. Tragedy, isn't it? I can even sing several songs of hers, but do I sing as well as Ms. Teresa Teng? I have no idea, but at least, I can sing in tune! I sometimes wonder why my dad named me so but I never really asked him for the reason. I guess this name doesn't mean that much to me. It's just a name and period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my English name since 6th grade. It's a pretty common name, even one of my classmates is also named Sally. There might be thousands of Sallys in Taiwan, not to mention in the whole world! A specific group of people calls me Sally, but I'm not letting you guys know here, hehe... (Jo, you know what I'm talking about! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fatima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the Spanish name which is given by my college. Truly I love this name! It looks like me (how?), its pronunciation sounds like me (what?) and it's me (...) !!! All my old college classmates call me Fatima. With "Fatima", there comes up more nicknames, for example, Fatimita or Titi. A very special friend of mine calls me Titi (Yup! It's YOU!), always in a very sweet way. She's a very important and intimate one in my life. She enriched my boring college life, taught me how to dance Flamenco which I'd never thought I could, helped me to reach my limits. She's been my idol , my family and my soul mate in a way. (Don't even go there! I'm straight, okay?) In short, she lighted up my life! Thanks, dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michael&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a very weird nickname of mine which is given on my 1st day to college. Why??? Why a female has a male nickname? Well, please try to imagine that a girl (ME!) who looks like the famous Michael Jackson, the old black one. (By that time, he hadn't turned WHITE!) Miserable, right? A few friends still call me Michael. However, I don't look like that superstar anymore. I've changed, inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally, Fatima, Titi or Michael... They are all my names, and each of them represents a different look of me. My dear friends, do you know me that well? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110041490245981237?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110041490245981237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110041490245981237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110041490245981237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110041490245981237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2004/11/hi-my-names-are.html' title='Hi! My names are...'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110034217060628135</id><published>2004-11-13T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T21:18:52.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1996 仲夏夜之夢</title><content type='html'>偶爾想起你和我那段苦澀的愛情&lt;br /&gt;我的初戀 你的繆戀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是1996年的夏天&lt;br /&gt;如一陣夏日的凉風&lt;br /&gt;你 來的快 去的也快&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一個月又7天的時間 真的不長...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;記得 你手裡的溫暖&lt;br /&gt;記得 你吻我的滋味&lt;br /&gt;還記得 那時的我們 很快樂&lt;br /&gt;也還記得 那時的你 有著另一個她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一個午后 你和我 在海邊&lt;br /&gt;你說...對不起 我說...沒關係&lt;br /&gt;你 安靜 陪著我&lt;br /&gt;我 無聲 流著淚&lt;br /&gt;你的痛苦與掙扎 我的心酸與淚水&lt;br /&gt;都隨著那鹹鹹的海風 颮颺遠去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;偶爾想起你和我那段苦澀的愛情&lt;br /&gt;你和我一同編織的 Midsummer night's dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110034217060628135?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110034217060628135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110034217060628135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110034217060628135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110034217060628135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2004/11/1996.html' title='1996 仲夏夜之夢'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9138833.post-110033900436534945</id><published>2004-11-13T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T21:18:36.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me...</title><content type='html'>為什麼要開始寫起網路日記呢? 我自問...&lt;br /&gt;或許是因為我身邊的朋友&lt;br /&gt;也或許我想從中得到某種慰藉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;與自己相處了近27個年頭&lt;br /&gt;但 仍常常不了解自己的心 在想些什麼&lt;br /&gt;Weird, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;面具下的我的臉 有著何種樣貌?&lt;br /&gt;左胸下的一顆心 包藏著多少秘密?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a place all about me...&lt;br /&gt;And YOU are welcome to discover... ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9138833-110033900436534945?l=fatimalabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/feeds/110033900436534945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9138833&amp;postID=110033900436534945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110033900436534945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9138833/posts/default/110033900436534945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimalabella.blogspot.com/2004/11/about-me.html' title='About Me...'/><author><name>Fatima La Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653146962069706395</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
