<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 21:59:27 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>PEBBLEZ @ KYMBERLEY</title><description>You know how people say you should live out your old age, with someone next to you on a wooden bench, silent and just watching the sea, and you already know what the other person is saying to you? 

I wish in this lifetime, if i could meet this other person.</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-8038543014245698614</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T10:37:01.520+08:00</atom:updated><title>Me and Gary @ Before and After Eric's Son's Birthday</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/R205nhSbrUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-5sz6BryneM/s1600-h/IMG_1095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/R205nhSbrUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-5sz6BryneM/s320/IMG_1095.jpg" alt="" 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/12/me-and-gary-before-and-after-erics-sons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/R205nhSbrUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-5sz6BryneM/s72-c/IMG_1095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-1522115873184568880</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 16:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T10:37:02.124+08:00</atom:updated><title>Gary Sister's Wedding</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/R203VxSbrPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4XNXd2mlRS0/s1600-h/IMG_0928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/12/gary-sisters-wedding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/R203VxSbrPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4XNXd2mlRS0/s72-c/IMG_0928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-305464555001167292</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 16:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T10:37:02.632+08:00</atom:updated><title>My Sundae</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/R2018BSbrLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AS6qUHtEnu4/s1600-h/IMG_0899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/R2018BSbrLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AS6qUHtEnu4/s320/IMG_0899.jpg" alt="" 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/R2018hSbrOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/21in3jR4MOk/s1600-h/IMG_0891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/R2018hSbrOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/21in3jR4MOk/s320/IMG_0891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146829262998449378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/R201nBSbrKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/X_8IL5TGCs8/s1600-h/IMG_0902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/R201nBSbrKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/X_8IL5TGCs8/s320/IMG_0902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146828893631261858" 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/7702369-305464555001167292?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-sundae.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/R2018BSbrLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AS6qUHtEnu4/s72-c/IMG_0899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-7106212646112388756</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2007 07:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-05T15:39:23.398+08:00</atom:updated><title>這 不是犧牲, 而是....愛...</title><description>有人問: 你為什麼喜歡一個人?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只能夠說出為什麼不喜歡一個人，卻說不出為什麼喜歡一個人. 喜歡一個人,是一種感覺. 不喜歡一個人, 卻是事實.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛情是忽然有一個人，忽然覺得很想靠近他，很想擁抱他. 以後, 只有當我們不愛一個人時, 才會找出不愛他的原因，我們才會開始挑剔. 任何一個人, 只要你去挑剔,一定找得出缺點,越去挑剔,缺點越多，我們便可以說出為什麼不喜歡他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或許, 愛一個人, 是不斷地能從對方發現'美',發現他'可愛'.&lt;br /&gt;愛,並不用提醒自己:該知足,該盡點責任,該犧牲. 不!當一個人說他愛上了這個彩霞時, 他並不是在討好這個景色,也必然不是犧牲, 而且也無法從這景緻得到什麼報答.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或許,愛一個人乃是讓他成為他自己, 陪他, 幫助他; 而當他不需要你的時候, 安靜地走開.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或許, 愛是成長, 不只讓愛的對象自發地成長, 也讓自己成長.愛不是自憐地渴望被愛, 愛也不是激動地喊著: 我的生命少不了你, 愛是一種對對方與自己的肯定.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或許,愛一個人像養貓一樣, 即使知道他不會感激你, 你還是對他好, 即使他反過來把你抓傷了, 還是對他好, 他不需要你的時候就不要吵他; 只有寵他, 相信他所做的一切.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或許, 愛是不斷地好奇; 誰能說你對愛的對象完全了解了呢﹖沒有人能完全了解另一個人, 包括了解他自己。除非是你不願意去發掘, 不願意去探索, 除非是你先放棄了激情.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又或許, 愛是一種專注,一種融合; 在愛裡, 你看不到自己的需要, 自己的喜好, 自己的...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這 不是犧牲, 而是....愛... 你認為呢?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-7106212646112388756?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-2896469523631378562</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 10:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T10:37:03.583+08:00</atom:updated><title>Winter Styles</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RyBqumUnhmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/O9CCNSyLMI4/s1600-h/Untitled-7+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125213724741174882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RyBqumUnhmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/O9CCNSyLMI4/s320/Untitled-7+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RyBql2UnhlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aLvwR_QhTH4/s1600-h/Untitled-6+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125213574417319506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RyBql2UnhlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aLvwR_QhTH4/s320/Untitled-6+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RyBpyGUnhgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fPfiQG_eJs4/s1600-h/Untitled-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125212685359089154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RyBpyGUnhgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fPfiQG_eJs4/s320/Untitled-2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-2896469523631378562?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/10/winter-styles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RyBqumUnhmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/O9CCNSyLMI4/s72-c/Untitled-7+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-2291142552491308417</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 13:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-23T21:05:54.518+08:00</atom:updated><title>Excerpt from my friendster days</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had to keep this strand, it reflected the happiest times of my life, but it does not represent life as I am going through now, so it has to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life in uni rocks, you could get drunk on a wednesday night and not worry that you gonna get into trouble on thursday morning. You could sleep in till 5pm and nobody will say another word (maybe that you're a slug), you could skip classes for all they care. You have so much time on your hands you don't know what to do with it, you could shop, eat out, go swimming @ 3pm in the afternoon and surf the net, play games, go for a coffee bean @ 5pm then complain that you don't have a life! Friends are abundant (always there for you) and you never need to worry you don't have guests over for supper. Now that I have started working, i realise that i actually want to shop at 3pm, swim at 5pm, get drunk on a wednesday night, have supper at 3am, have friends over for kopi at 4am and then sleep in till 5pm on thursday. I miss the noise, the laughter from friends over and those sunday morning beef noodle soup @ springvale and then vege shopping till 3pm. I miss those saturday 7am breakfasts @ Mount dandenong and those super slow mahjong sessions mondays tuesdays wednesdays thursdays fridays, i miss macdonalds at 3am, K-mart and coles @ 2am, 3am, 4am and fighting over vanilla or lime coke. I miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still miss my uni days, and browsing through friendster and my friends makes me miss it more. To have time pass by, you don't realise it when you are young, never once thought time could pass so quickly and when you look back now, all your friends have matured, have beautiful lives and mates and those are the very people who shaped you, whom you grow up with. Friends come and go, and not many stay on the path that you chose to take, and when you take the ride and come back, and you see them again, the tickling feeling comes over you and you wonder, where have they journeyed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-2291142552491308417?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/10/excerpt-from-my-friendster-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-2272459187163219464</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2007 12:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-20T20:04:20.467+08:00</atom:updated><title>寂寞</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;這裡好多寂寞的人, 寂寞很可怕但是卻揮之不去.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;快樂的時候重想有人在你生邊分享, 不開心的時候重想有人可以聽你說話. 寂寞是一種選擇, 往往是自己的選擇讓自己陷入寂寞之中, 是可以不寂寞的, 是可以從溫陪伴的, 但是不懂你的人, 你不希望陪伴的人經常就讓你寧願寂寞. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;線上目前有50万的人正在等著有一個誰可以現在就來把自己帶走, 帶到沒有去過的地方, 看不知道存在的東西, 聽沒有聽過的天賴, 也許某一天我會遇到, 也許我就不在寂寞了.&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/7702369-2272459187163219464?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_20.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-7077044161486721252</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Oct 2007 06:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-05T14:48:39.491+08:00</atom:updated><title>青城之戀</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;青城之戀的片尾曲&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;真的很好聽, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;歌詞也很美&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;夢醒時候發現自己早已在失去,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;我不知道我該到那裡去找回我自己,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;不知不覺望著窗外我流下了淚滴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;流下的只有回憶告訴我你去了那裡,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;難道你不知道我心理已被你佔據&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;難道你不知道我心理愛的只有你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;你不知道我一直愛你愛的太徹底&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;也許一切都只是一個完美的遊戲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-7077044161486721252?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_05.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-5262432173228976483</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 09:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-17T18:01:18.271+08:00</atom:updated><title>昨天聽了朋友說的一番話後, 對自己大笑了一番.</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;昨天聽了朋友說的一番話後, 對自己大笑了一番.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大人的愛情, 都會是理智的想過一番的, 如果已經年級不小了, 不可能會跟你一頭就掉進去. 你不會為了要快點得到愛情, 就在草叢裡立刻把他姦了把.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怪不得這2天重絕得自己是小妹妹,&lt;br /&gt;小妹妹, 慢一點, 外面世界很險惡的, 呵呵.&lt;br /&gt;原來就是因為我橫衝直撞的緣故.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實心平浪靜的想了一番, 才理智了, 沒有道理要一頭就投進去, 自己還有很多事情還要做呢, 目前還真的要趕快決定目前要往前走的工作方向, 是否還要繼續唸書, 還有很多應該東西應該付起相當大的責任.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當然, 在一起是要2個人一起拍起雙手的, 如果對方也很理智的跟你表示一切都太快了, 慢慢來就好, 這樣可能並不是他要的戀情或生活, 這時自己必須要取捨或為自己想一下, 這樣的他, 真的是你要的嗎?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;畢竟已經不是一個小女生了, 談戀愛這種事情, 那種非常喜歡一個人, 酸酸甜甜的感覺似乎隱隱約約又出現了才會突然讓我亂了腳步, 但是這次時間地理生態都完全不同了. 想起15歲的時候那種單純的戀愛, 喜歡一個男生, 就會每天想見面, 每天想找他聊天, 每天都肚子裡蝴蝶亂飛, 看到他會臉紅, 想起來就會對自己傻笑. 今天現在的社會裡面, 長大了往往就找不到了, (除非) 這個人跟你本來就是天生一對才有可能否?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但我還是很期待可以2個人手牽手走在雨中, 什麼也不用說, 也都能深深的愛著彼此這樣的戀愛, 很傻, 但是我依然期待.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因為我對生命的動力是來自愛情的.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呵呵.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-5262432173228976483?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-7406523704433467916</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2007 11:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T10:37:03.733+08:00</atom:updated><title>Jane Jane is getting married</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwInURWXnmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1Lx_n3_B6wc/s1600-h/7504336328219l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116695355854397026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwInURWXnmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1Lx_n3_B6wc/s320/7504336328219l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My housemate, little Jane is getting engaged, the S.O.A.B Alvin finally proposed, although we all opposed to this union in the very beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I guess they have thought it over really nicely since they had been separated for almost 2 years now, Look at this photo of Jane, so innocent and so sweet, now she's moving into marriagehood. Congrats my dear belle, little sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-7406523704433467916?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/10/jane-jane-is-getting-married.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwInURWXnmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1Lx_n3_B6wc/s72-c/7504336328219l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-4862068876932638448</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2007 08:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T10:37:04.083+08:00</atom:updated><title>More Snapshots</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwIG0RWXnlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2FoQyFyLRZI/s1600-h/Picture+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116659621726494290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwIG0RWXnlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2FoQyFyLRZI/s320/Picture+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwIF8RWXnkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dxHZE5DbNrg/s1600-h/Picture+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116658659653819970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwIF8RWXnkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dxHZE5DbNrg/s320/Picture+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwIEQRWXnjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZZJ7WXdyGQg/s1600-h/Picture+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116656804227948082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwIEQRWXnjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZZJ7WXdyGQg/s320/Picture+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-4862068876932638448?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-snapshots.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwIG0RWXnlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2FoQyFyLRZI/s72-c/Picture+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-1793559538384285371</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2007 07:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T10:37:04.802+08:00</atom:updated><title>Snapshots of Singapore</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwIC8hWXniI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kb2nOdJFz5g/s1600-h/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116655365413903906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwIC8hWXniI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kb2nOdJFz5g/s320/Picture+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwICPxWXnhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sl2ooJyTNIs/s1600-h/Picture+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116654596614757906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwICPxWXnhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sl2ooJyTNIs/s320/Picture+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Mitch at Cafe Del Moar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwIBbBWXngI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qlO6zs3xvqs/s1600-h/Picture+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116653690376658434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwIBbBWXngI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qlO6zs3xvqs/s320/Picture+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking out to Sentosa from another angle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwH_vRWXnfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mFfCQf2NELc/s1600-h/Picture+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116651839245753842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwH_vRWXnfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mFfCQf2NELc/s320/Picture+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view looking out to Sentosa, changed greatly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwH-RhWXneI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aGgKBV4eUuU/s1600-h/Picture+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116650228633017826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwH-RhWXneI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aGgKBV4eUuU/s320/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Mitch at Vivocity on the way to Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwH9XhWXndI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Tlb44NrZeZI/s1600-h/Picture+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116649232200605138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwH9XhWXndI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Tlb44NrZeZI/s320/Picture+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day One at Dim Sum with Aunties, Uncles and Cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-1793559538384285371?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/10/snapshots-of-singapore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RwIC8hWXniI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kb2nOdJFz5g/s72-c/Picture+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-961702041850120705</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2007 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-02T14:15:48.483+08:00</atom:updated><title>My Birthday in Singapore</title><description>Two weeks since I have landed in Singapore, a great two weeks i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with many of my closest families and friends and met someone I didn't expect to meet. As the saying goes- 相愛是一種遇見, 無法預防 也無法抵擋, just like how I think i am liking Singapore already. Spent my 25th birthday with a friend and my mum, was quite unforgettable and the details I shall not disclose (Lol) then again, I had a good time whether its going to go anywhere or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Phuture last Wednesday with my bro lewis, dear boy, haven't met him in ages and it was quite a stunner, partying and drinking the way we did, and Mitch, nicely came to take a look--- at the girls, Lol. Singapore and Taipei's party scene is quite different, people in Taipei, Taipei is mainly conservative at most times, and Sg does it more wildly. But of course it depends on the crowd you hang out with as well. But it mostly just fun, went to see my long time bro for the most of it, the rest is just to hang around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also met up with Ryan and Sin Yit, boy did not change in the least, still the boy he is, straight and humorously embarassed with the situation. I guess he will always remain like that, but then again, its good it remained like that, course the gods always love the sillies more. Forgot to ask bout his parents and sister, miss them very much indeed and the dogs, if i got the opportunity, I sure hope to pay them a visit though. I guess its might be a pointless gesture since it will not go anywhere, who says "親情'' will surely last? It still abides by the law of whether you and the other person are 'together' or not .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's went off to Melbourne, and I am missing her already, I hope i could do more, do more to repay her friendship and to build my own, she seems to be lonely most of the time, aloof in her thoughts, I wish I could help, but when you are a grown up, I guess we all have solutions we know of, but are just reluctant to adminster it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-961702041850120705?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-birthday-in-singapore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-5236820307947801294</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2007 14:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T10:37:04.937+08:00</atom:updated><title>我喜歡這張照片</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/Rvu7axWXncI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FP75QyOM2NU/s1600-h/n571786898_330222_3030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114887870407482818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/Rvu7axWXncI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FP75QyOM2NU/s400/n571786898_330222_3030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/Rvu7URWXnbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/92AqWzMRjSo/s1600-h/n571786898_330222_3030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-5236820307947801294?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_27.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/Rvu7axWXncI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FP75QyOM2NU/s72-c/n571786898_330222_3030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-6483491979481494461</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 13:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-25T21:56:23.560+08:00</atom:updated><title>新加坡 回家的感覺很好也很不自在</title><description>已經回來幾天了, 今天剛好是中秋節.&lt;br /&gt;中午就跟阿姨還有幾個表弟表妹去另外一個阿姨的家賞月, 已經好久沒有這樣聚會了, 我媽媽還看到我爸爸, 我想2個肯定有點尷尬, 但是能夠看到我爸媽,&lt;br /&gt;我好開心, 絕得這次回來的感覺大不同, 可能是我自己也長大了, 我媽媽爸爸也老了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;點燈籠, 吃榴連月餅, 賞月, 吹風, 感覺很好, 好像似乎很就很久以前曾經這樣的玩再一起過, 今天從溫, 感覺好熟悉很溫馨.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新加坡很快, 走在很前方, 回來這裡有種提不起精神的感覺, 很熱, 可能有點怕, 回來這裡看到一些朋友, 大家似乎過的不錯, 當然, 如果可以走, 可以離開, 可能會離開吧&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-6483491979481494461?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_25.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-4045840186450217350</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-14T23:35:15.689+08:00</atom:updated><title>就讓這首歌　</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;今夜一直重複我們都沒錯　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;只是看清楚原來不懂的事沒有什麼好說　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;現在先不要說　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;就讓我們沈默最後的擁抱　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;愛情的終點&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;回憶一觸即發　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;如何忍住眼淚不讓它哭得唏哩嘩啦觸景傷情　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;這樣好嗎從今以後各走各的路　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;身上留有你的Tatto怎麼可能不在乎　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;不怪現在只怪當初誰辜負了誰糊塗清醒了沒　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;越是買醉卻不醉　繞了一圈卻越想念誰吃定了誰　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;電影散場了沒又怎麼會　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;虎頭蛇尾　看你哭紅又腫了雙眼一把眼淚一把鼻涕　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;從喜劇變成默劇怎麼繼續只好放著這首歌它一直Repeat　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;曾經你是我的癮我們愛的這麼過癮　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;就像生命共同體如今　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;卻只能謝謝這回憶電影散場之後　你是否留下了什麼一切不能再重頭　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;那感傷的話別說這決定並不輕鬆　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;夜深人靜心會痛有首歌它一直Repeat　Repeat是為了什麼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;是分手的時候就讓我們自由　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;回憶一幕幕就像一場電影原來一直感動電影終要結束結束難免痛苦　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;心中留下傷痕就讓這首歌縈繞在耳邊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;我嘗試&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;刻畫著每一字曾經快樂的每一日　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;這首歌要播幾次有太多的捨不得事　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;歌詞像針在刺旋律讓眼眶溼　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;曾幾何時開始靜止打不開的話匣子　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;從你儂我儂的夢　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;到現在你懂我懂的沈默所有的痛　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;就讓時間來破電影散場之後　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;就在那回首處你別走回頭路　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;我只能頭也不回的藏住感觸少了片的拼圖　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;怎麼拼的出那版圖我真心為你祝福　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;有沒有那麼一首歌會讓你很想念有沒有那麼一首歌你會假裝聽不見聽了又掉眼淚卻按不下停止鍵多少個夜就這樣開著燈到另一個夜我們之間有多少故事在這首歌的裡面　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;人不在就讓這首歌在回憶也還在　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;謝謝你的愛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;就讓這一首歌今夜一直重複　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;我們都沒錯只是看清楚原來不懂的事沒有什麼好說現在先不要說　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;就讓我們沈默最後的擁抱　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;愛情的終點是分手的時候就讓我們自由　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;回憶一幕幕就像一場電影原來一直感動電影終要結束結束難免痛苦　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;心中留下傷痕就讓這首歌縈繞在耳邊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-4045840186450217350?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-3321895846576522203</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 12:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T10:37:05.439+08:00</atom:updated><title>uSqueez Press Conference @ 101</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/Rt1VBDssmPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/76fU98kZV-k/s1600-h/IMG_75671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106331029169019122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/Rt1VBDssmPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/76fU98kZV-k/s400/IMG_75671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/Rt1UHTssmOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fTnd8sAzTVo/s1600-h/IMG_69271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106330037031573730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/Rt1UHTssmOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fTnd8sAzTVo/s400/IMG_69271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/Rt1T-DssmNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s3HJ1VSWQ44/s1600-h/IMG_69151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106329878117783762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/Rt1T-DssmNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s3HJ1VSWQ44/s400/IMG_69151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The uSqueez Press Conference @ 101 was really successful, have been working so hard for this one day and finally made it pay off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mr Leow was big smiles big smiles the whole time and I guess we did better than Hong Kong to top it off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LCL really does have heaven-sent sparkles about her and every other lady standing beside her all really look like old hags, how do these people keep it up so perfectly! MC Dennis was really quite professional and I guess i was wrong when i chose Black instead of Dennis. But all was well, cept that I was late in the morning for the rehearsal and missed a bit of the earlier briefing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/Rt1TzDssmMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ReXt1Nb3H1w/s1600-h/IMG_69151.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-3321895846576522203?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/09/usqueez-press-conference-101.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/Rt1VBDssmPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/76fU98kZV-k/s72-c/IMG_75671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-2854465103330784802</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Sep 2007 09:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-02T18:02:01.827+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;""" Its fucking disgusting how narrow-minded and pee-sized mentality local Singaporean guys (and a select few girls) have nowadays......&lt;br /&gt;Got the cheek to post shit on the internet, but when you 'invite' them out to talk face-to-face, they fucking chicken out and give all sorts of excuses. Ends up with you standing there with your buddies waiting for these scared-to-shit losers. Waste petrol only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can someone actually go up to these jokers' faces and spit at them for insulting berieved families who have just lost their only son?! No matter who's fault, end of the day someone's gone from them and friends alike. Give the guy some fucking peace man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to think that Singapore is actually one of the worst, most fucked up places to live in, even work! Everyones all so cooped up with small issues that the bigger issues are oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;I'm embarassed to be called a Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sometimes sad to wear the Singapore flag for representation.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed to be termed as another 'local' Singaporean male. """"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Was reading the blog of one of my friends from long ago and I came upon this particular entry. I guess it speaks for itself the discontent I have with my own country and now I only have half the interest to return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-2854465103330784802?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-fucking-disgusting-how-narrow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-4108358857796302161</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Sep 2007 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T10:37:06.011+08:00</atom:updated><title>@ Korean</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtnG7jssmLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wrYcj3FDoD0/s1600-h/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105330379098462386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtnG7jssmLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wrYcj3FDoD0/s200/127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtnGvzssmKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zJz-RhlE2Go/s1600-h/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105330177234999458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtnGvzssmKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zJz-RhlE2Go/s200/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtnGjDssmJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/f3H66cjjFQE/s1600-h/125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105329958191667346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtnGjDssmJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/f3H66cjjFQE/s200/125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtnGcjssmII/AAAAAAAAAEE/hAPhQUGIJv0/s1600-h/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105329846522517634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtnGcjssmII/AAAAAAAAAEE/hAPhQUGIJv0/s200/124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtnGWjssmHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mCO7u-smt4w/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105329743443302514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtnGWjssmHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mCO7u-smt4w/s200/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More clothes i wanna buy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-4108358857796302161?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/09/korean.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtnG7jssmLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wrYcj3FDoD0/s72-c/127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-1009788773658400314</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Sep 2007 20:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T10:37:06.235+08:00</atom:updated><title>Looking fine</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtnFzzssmGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xyXVfhY9ewg/s1600-h/DSC01121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105329146442848354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtnFzzssmGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xyXVfhY9ewg/s400/DSC01121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtnFqDssmFI/AAAAAAAAADs/5QiIYrRyDZg/s1600-h/DSC011561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105328978939123794" style="WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="235" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtnFqDssmFI/AAAAAAAAADs/5QiIYrRyDZg/s400/DSC011561.jpg" width="345" 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/7702369-1009788773658400314?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/09/looking-fine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtnFzzssmGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xyXVfhY9ewg/s72-c/DSC01121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-7979178867217108079</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Sep 2007 04:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-01T12:40:33.580+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Now I am going to change everything that is ever going to be and I have this compelling need to write it down so it does not go unplanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan A&lt;br /&gt;_Depart for Singapore @ 13 Sept&lt;br /&gt;_Interview on the 14 Sept&lt;br /&gt;_If further interviews, will stay in Singapore until further noticed with max period of 1 month&lt;br /&gt;_If interviews are successful, will take 2 days trip back to Taipei to pack my belongings&lt;br /&gt;_Rent a flat in Singapore and get every necessity ready&lt;br /&gt;_Return to Singapore for commencement of training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan B&lt;br /&gt;_ Depart for Singapore @ 13 Sept&lt;br /&gt;_ Interview on the 14 Sept&lt;br /&gt;_ If interviews are unsuccessful, will stay in SG for 10 days, return to Taipei on the 24 of Sept&lt;br /&gt;_ Application for a 2 months Visa beforehand&lt;br /&gt;_ Back to Taipei, will do part-time tuition whilst 104 around for MS position&lt;br /&gt;_ GMAT classes in December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life goes on:&lt;br /&gt;1. Yoga&lt;br /&gt;2. Facial&lt;br /&gt;3. Reading&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-7979178867217108079?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/08/now-i-am-going-to-change-everything.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-7518662268899616529</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Sep 2007 03:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T10:37:06.405+08:00</atom:updated><title>Its an in!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtjisDssmEI/AAAAAAAAADk/8vNhCi9VIbI/s1600-h/YeahYeah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105079424159356994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="292" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtjisDssmEI/AAAAAAAAADk/8vNhCi9VIbI/s400/YeahYeah.JPG" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Its an in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now its on to the grinding interviews. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Catcha! Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-7518662268899616529?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtjisDssmEI/AAAAAAAAADk/8vNhCi9VIbI/s72-c/YeahYeah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-8056200778204617637</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 14:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T10:37:06.466+08:00</atom:updated><title>I did it!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtQ1QjssmDI/AAAAAAAAADc/XjU4ZA7T_Qs/s1600-h/I+did+it.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103762836294506546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtQ1QjssmDI/AAAAAAAAADc/XjU4ZA7T_Qs/s400/I+did+it.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Whether its an in or an out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've done my deed *GRINS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-8056200778204617637?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-did-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RtQ1QjssmDI/AAAAAAAAADc/XjU4ZA7T_Qs/s72-c/I+did+it.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-5035410287965329294</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 15:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-27T23:39:21.735+08:00</atom:updated><title>總會有那一本會改變你的一生的一本書</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;總會有那一本會改變你的一生的一本書&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;會無意碰上它並不是巧合, 就好像是一震力量要我完成看這本書的使命. 書中說的的種種現象, 要從心中體會自己要走的路, 要懂得認清自己的PERSONAL LEGEND, 就好像正在對應我當時的心情. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;一顆心不能永遠保持最快的速度, 也不能永遠保持最慢的狀態否則2者都會死去. -- 這是我對我媽說的話.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;每個人都會走到自己的人生瓶頸, 人生當然不是只有一個瓶頸, 每個瓶頸的存在都是為了要幫助自己走向更自由, 更深入自己的靈魂的了解自己. 但是每當突破一次又一次的人生瓶頸就會發現自己更加勇敢, 更加強壯. 而每個人的人生都不一樣, 看過的不可能一樣, 每個人走過的路更不可能一樣, 也沒有仍何人有權利主導你的人生, 但是只要有一顆專注的心, 永遠不會放棄的心靈, 全世界都會為了你而導向幫助你完成你的PL. 仍何人都沒有權力批評仍何人因為你的PL 一定不是我的PL, 但是我可以是陪伴你走向你的PL的人, 但是我不能入侵你的PL 否則我就會犯了天大的罪惡.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;如果人生是一串平平的道路, 下雨有人為你撐傘, 風吹有人幫你穿衣, 那這個人肯定不知道被風吹冷的感覺, 被雨潾濕的狼狽, 當然也不會懂風吹過的自由快感, 被雨水洗禮的痛快. 不過, 像對的, 也許它更懂得溫暖的滿足, 無優無慮的擁抱呢?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 或許人生就是一個天平.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;By Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, symbols, signs, and adventure follow the reader like echoes of ancient wise voices in "The Alchemist", a novel that combines an atmosphere of Medieval mysticism with the song of the desert. With this symbolic masterpiece Coelho states that we should not avoid our destinies, and urges people to follow their dreams, because to find our "Personal Myth" and our mission on Earth is the way to find "God", meaning happiness, fulfillment, and the ultimate purpose of creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel tells the tale of Santiago, a boy who has a dream and the courage to follow it. After listening to "the signs" the boy ventures in his personal, Ulysses-like journey of exploration and self-discovery, symbolically searching for a hidden treasure located near the pyramids in Egypt. When he decides to go, his father's only advice is "Travel the world until you see that our castle is the greatest, and our women the most beautiful". In his journey, Santiago sees the greatness of the world, and meets all kinds of exciting people like kings and alchemists. However, by the end of the novel, he discovers that "treasure lies where your heart belongs", and that the treasure was the journey itself, the discoveries he made, and the wisdom he acquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Alchemist", is an exciting novel that bursts with optimism; it is the kind of novel that tells you that everything is possible as long as you really want it to happen. That may sound like an oversimplified version of new-age philosophy and mysticism, but as Coelho states "simple things are the most valuable and only wise people appreciate them". As the alchemist himself says, when he appears to Santiago in the form of an old king "when you really want something to happen, the whole universe conspires so that your wish comes true".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the core of the novel's philosophy and a motif that echoes behind Coelho's writing all through "The Alchemist". And isn't it true that the whole of humankind desperately wants to believe the old king when he says that the greatest lie in the world is that at some point we lose the ability to control our lives, and become the pawns of fate. Perhaps this is the secret of Coelho's success: that he tells people what they want to hear, or rather that he tells them that what they wish for but never thought possible could even be probable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702369-5035410287965329294?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_27.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702369.post-2864920702977858891</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 16:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T10:37:06.776+08:00</atom:updated><title>我的鞋子兒</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RssR_TssmCI/AAAAAAAAADU/vEQyt2K4VyU/s1600-h/DSC00998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101190782244395042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RssR_TssmCI/AAAAAAAAADU/vEQyt2K4VyU/s400/DSC00998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;難道我熱愛其實是鞋子!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RssRzjssmBI/AAAAAAAAADM/_MLxc089UfI/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101190580380932114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RssRzjssmBI/AAAAAAAAADM/_MLxc089UfI/s400/DSC01025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我今天買了好多鞋子阿! &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/7702369-2864920702977858891?l=pebblezproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pebblezproject.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_7427.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pebblez)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oausjsFrDuA/RssR_TssmCI/AAAAAAAAADU/vEQyt2K4VyU/s72-c/DSC00998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>