<?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-6736250379714690897</id><updated>2011-07-08T20:07:06.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog which tells you something..about me..in the past years..and the coming days..It's not created specially to attract people..but as a memory and a long lasting pages of my life which will never wiped off..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>林子康</name><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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736250379714690897.post-2504880394951891331</id><published>2009-03-18T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:53:00.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>每天都讲到自己很有钱这样..</title><content type='html'>hmm..something just cut into my heart..that makes me feel kinda bad..which is..a group of word said by my girlfriend..she said.."每天都讲到自己很有钱这样.."wat really grabbed my heart is..you are right..i'm not rich..i'm poor..not even RM5 is in the pocket when we go out..I don't want to let you know that i'm an empty pocket guy..I don't want you to think that i'm...useless..as if i really am..these word reminds me and was crafted inside my mind..that i will work hard..for these very words of yours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you that you hurt me..which makes me even stronger and tougher..I feel like even wanna work harder so that you can have your own "bra boutique",your own changing room in our dream house..travel to places that you can shop crazyly..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't whether my understanding on you is right or wrong..that actually..you want nothing at all..you just want me to be good..a good man..that love you..and protect..as for those dreams of yours..if you think..giving you those things can prove to you that i really do love you..well then..it's not a bad idea to work hard for..eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet,back to the topic..i know..these words of yours..maybe it's just a draft or something you said without thinking..but..I still accept them..to come into my life..hm?I promise..i will work..hard..I will..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736250379714690897-2504880394951891331?l=billylch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/feeds/2504880394951891331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736250379714690897&amp;postID=2504880394951891331' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/2504880394951891331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/2504880394951891331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='每天都讲到自己很有钱这样..'/><author><name>林子康</name><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>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736250379714690897.post-1563563451698497600</id><published>2008-10-09T13:55:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:18:19.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::2nd high school gathering in JJ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's around 10pm that night,and i was solo performing on the stage..Well..buddies came..haha..They came to support me..mana tau ended up..we sang together and had so much fun together..wakaka..BEST~This is the pictures of us..ENJOY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SQEtmFBdE1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/18VMfJy6LGY/s1600-h/Gathering_+0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SQEtmFBdE1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/18VMfJy6LGY/s320/Gathering_+0132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260535971952005970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is thiam huat's idea..a formal school photoshooting pose..= =.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SQEujQgMfZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rkhVXxz8sA4/s1600-h/Gathering_+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SQEujQgMfZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rkhVXxz8sA4/s320/Gathering_+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260537023005752722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is me..dedicating different songs to different of them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SQEukkVFnaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/lhAwPuW-5FQ/s1600-h/Gathering_+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SQEukkVFnaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/lhAwPuW-5FQ/s320/Gathering_+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260537045507743138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hee..just for fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SQEukau2KEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/unZm9xZynKg/s1600-h/Gathering_+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SQEukau2KEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/unZm9xZynKg/s320/Gathering_+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260537042931427394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Missed out hong chin edi..because he's holding the camera..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SQEukPPVz9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/0vNuH3QYQVI/s1600-h/Gathering_+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SQEukPPVz9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/0vNuH3QYQVI/s320/Gathering_+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260537039846494162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kah Loon and che wei singing..Thiam Huat like flash inside there...movement so fast...hahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had so much fun singing..until what time you know??2 am leh!!!SIAO ar these guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736250379714690897-1563563451698497600?l=billylch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/feeds/1563563451698497600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736250379714690897&amp;postID=1563563451698497600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/1563563451698497600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/1563563451698497600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/2008/10/hard-days.html' title='::2nd high school gathering in JJ::'/><author><name>林子康</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SQEtmFBdE1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/18VMfJy6LGY/s72-c/Gathering_+0132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736250379714690897.post-4609672173090915464</id><published>2008-08-14T16:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:32:28.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Having Great Time In JJ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well..I am recently working in JJ Music..which is my cousin's pub..I work as a waiter..bartender..and a cashier here..Well..It's a new pub..so..kinda free every afternoon..so I took alot of pictures of myself..I even take pictures with my cousin..always did that..= =..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SKPsFyDmnPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gZniHFk4RIY/s1600-h/DSC00878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SKPsFyDmnPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gZniHFk4RIY/s320/DSC00878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234286776015035634" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SKPsWqVnc3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/xnhQQG3JHvo/s1600-h/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SKPsWqVnc3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/xnhQQG3JHvo/s320/DSC00844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234287066000880498" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SKPsqFQPRgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qeDZaI0WVLM/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SKPsqFQPRgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qeDZaI0WVLM/s320/DSC00907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234287399643596290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come lar find me sometime..= =..The pub is located in the Yulek Business centre..The shop is purplish in colour..Very obvious 1...So when u came in to the yulek business centre..U will see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SKPsFyDmnPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gZniHFk4RIY/s1600-h/DSC00878.JPG"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736250379714690897-4609672173090915464?l=billylch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/feeds/4609672173090915464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736250379714690897&amp;postID=4609672173090915464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/4609672173090915464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/4609672173090915464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/2008/08/having-great-time-in-jj.html' title='::Having Great Time In JJ::'/><author><name>林子康</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SKPsFyDmnPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gZniHFk4RIY/s72-c/DSC00878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736250379714690897.post-6567231946159655559</id><published>2008-08-07T17:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:02:51.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Rhythm::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJrCU2Sdt1I/AAAAAAAAADU/FyM-xJcxT8A/s1600-h/AAAAAieTdVgAAAAAADajkg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJrCU2Sdt1I/AAAAAAAAADU/FyM-xJcxT8A/s400/AAAAAieTdVgAAAAAADajkg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231707580570384210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; believe people who know me..knew that I am a music lover..I love to sing..I love to listen to music..I love music..I myself didn't know the reason why I love music so much..Before I start..I wanna say that I don't like ROCK!!evil devilish songs eh..I love pure..romantic..touching..soft..smooth..joy and happy songs..It's a way for me to express my heart..I am a guy who likes to use some songs to express my mood..When I miss someone..I will sing songs like Take me to your heart,Home..When I need motivation..I will sing..erm..some of David Tao's song which relaxes my mind with a friendly rhythmic..If you get know me..you will always see me tapping my feet or creating beats using hands and fingers to make myself into the songs..Sometime I even participate myself fully into a song..As in the song gives out the messages I wanna express..Well..sometimes i even called my girlfriend accidentally for getting so into the music,tapping my thigh which my mobile phone is inside my pocket without realize..It's just so natural that I will follow the music..I can't sing well..but i just love to..haha..I will sing to my girlfriend sometime..So i practice alot..haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJrEtt_0vdI/AAAAAAAAADc/mGGyUCjyMY4/s1600-h/_MG_1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJrEtt_0vdI/AAAAAAAAADc/mGGyUCjyMY4/s400/_MG_1805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231710206864702930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJrH06M9JLI/AAAAAAAAADk/yAghMzrnfns/s1600-h/Copy+1+of+DSC000872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJrH06M9JLI/AAAAAAAAADk/yAghMzrnfns/s200/Copy+1+of+DSC000872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231713628934972594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJrH06M9JLI/AAAAAAAAADk/yAghMzrnfns/s1600-h/Copy+1+of+DSC000872.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736250379714690897-6567231946159655559?l=billylch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/feeds/6567231946159655559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736250379714690897&amp;postID=6567231946159655559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/6567231946159655559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/6567231946159655559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/2008/08/rhythm.html' title='::Rhythm::'/><author><name>林子康</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJrCU2Sdt1I/AAAAAAAAADU/FyM-xJcxT8A/s72-c/AAAAAieTdVgAAAAAADajkg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736250379714690897.post-2838328130979087464</id><published>2008-08-07T16:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:48:37.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::My Touching Story::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="smallprompt" &gt;She have a boyfriend who grew up with her. She always thought of him as a friend until last year, when they went to a trip from a society. She found that She fell in love with him. Before that trip was over, She took a step and confessed her love for him. And soon, they became a pair of lovers, but they loved each other in different ways. She always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other girls. To her, he was the only one, but to him, she was just another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go watch a movie? she asked.&lt;br /&gt;He: "I can't"&lt;br /&gt;Why? You need to study at home?She felt disappointment grabbing her.&lt;br /&gt;No I am going to meet a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was always like that. He met girls in front of her, like it was nothing. To him, She was just a girlfriend. The word "love" only came out from her mouth. Since she knew him, she had never heard him say "I love you" before. To them, there weren't any anniversaries at all. He didn't say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days,200 days. Everyday, before they say goodbye, he would just hand her a doll, everyday, without fail. She don't know why. Then one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : Um, I...&lt;br /&gt;He : What?don't drag, just say..&lt;br /&gt;She : I love you.&lt;br /&gt;He : you...um, just take this doll and go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJq9VJIZaqI/AAAAAAAAACs/RlegNEfS4d8/s1600-h/Doll_Ddung_Doll_Small_Toy_Cute_Doll_Lovely_Toy_Mini_Beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJq9VJIZaqI/AAAAAAAAACs/RlegNEfS4d8/s320/Doll_Ddung_Doll_Small_Toy_Cute_Doll_Lovely_Toy_Mini_Beauty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231702088070294178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="smallprompt" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how he ignored her three words and handed her the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls she received from him everyday, filled her room, one by one. There were many... Then one day came, her 19th year old birthday. When she got up in the morning, she pictured a party with him, and stranded herself in her room, waiting for his call. But ...lunch passed, dinner passed...and soon the sky was dark he still didn't call. It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called and woke her from her sleep. He told her to come out of the house. Still, she felt joy and she ran out happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : Hey...&lt;br /&gt;He : Here...take this...&lt;br /&gt;(Again, he handed her a little doll.)&lt;br /&gt;She : What's this?&lt;br /&gt;He : I didn't give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I'm going home now, bye.&lt;br /&gt;She : Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?&lt;br /&gt;He : Today? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt so sad, she thought he would remember her birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen. when she shouted..."Wait!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : You have something to say?&lt;br /&gt;She : Tell me, tell me you love me...&lt;br /&gt;He : What?!&lt;br /&gt;She : Tell me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put her pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left. "I don't want to say that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else." That was what he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJq-aEbQW-I/AAAAAAAAADE/vYJJ4BI-CpY/s1600-h/alone_in_park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJq-aEbQW-I/AAAAAAAAADE/vYJJ4BI-CpY/s320/alone_in_park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231703272218188770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="smallprompt" &gt;Then he ran off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="smallprompt" &gt;Her legs felt numb...and she collapsed to the ground. He didn't want to say it easily...How could he!. She felt that... Maybe he is not the right guy for her... After that day, she stranded herself at home crying, just crying. He didn't call her, although she was waiting. He just continued handing her a little doll every morning outside her house. That's how those dolls piled up in her room... everyday. After a month, she got herself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that... She saw him on a street...with another girl...He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed her...as he touched the doll... She ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in her room, and tears fell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he gave these to me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls. In a fit of anger, She threw the dolls around.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him. He told her to come out to the bus stop outside her house. She tried to calm herself down and walked to the bus stop. She kept reminding herself that she's going to forget him, that it's going to end. Then he came into her sight, holding a big doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : I thought you were pissed, you really came?&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual&lt;br /&gt;She : I don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;He : But?.why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.&lt;br /&gt;She : I don't need this doll, I don't need it anymore!! I don't want to see a person like you again!I am suffered a lot for you!!Every time you turn your back on me after giving me these dolls!I feel irritated and my heart is crushed every time i saw you with your smile on your face while you are with others!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spitted out all the words that were inside her. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking.&lt;br /&gt;"I....am sorry..." He apologized in a tiny voice with his head down on the floor. He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll...&lt;br /&gt;She : You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!I don't want it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he ignored her and just went to pick the doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HonkHonk!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJq-m2wkNXI/AAAAAAAAADM/DkZ-DAXQRZg/s1600-h/TractorTrailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJq-m2wkNXI/AAAAAAAAADM/DkZ-DAXQRZg/s400/TractorTrailer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231703491887773042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="smallprompt" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.&lt;br /&gt;"Move! Move away!!!" She shouted....&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't hear her, he squatted down and picked up the doll, he turned and look at her..and he gave her a smile..&lt;br /&gt;"NO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HhOOoooOONNKkk!!                            *!!BOMP!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sound.....so terrifying.Everything slow down as in her eyes. That's how he went away from her.&lt;br /&gt;That's how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to her. After that day, she have to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him. And after spending two months like a crazy person,she took out the dolls. Those were the only gifts he left her since the day they started going out.She remembered the days she spent with him and started to count the days- when they were in love..&lt;br /&gt;"One...two... three..."&lt;br /&gt;That was how she started to count the dolls...&lt;br /&gt;"Four hundred and eighty four... four hundred and eighty five..."&lt;br /&gt;It all ended with 485 dolls. She then started to cry again, with a doll in her arms. She hugged it tightly, then suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, I love you"&lt;br /&gt;She dropped the dolls,shocked.&lt;br /&gt;"I...lo..ve..you??"&lt;br /&gt;She picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you I love you"&lt;br /&gt;It can"t be!&lt;br /&gt;She pressed all the dolls' stomach as it piled on the side.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you"&lt;br /&gt;"I love you"&lt;br /&gt;"I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Those words came out non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I realize that???.&lt;br /&gt;That his heart was always by my side, protecting me.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I realize that he love me this much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took out the doll under the bed and pressed it's stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it.&lt;br /&gt;The voice came out, the one that she was missing so much....&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what today is? We've been loving each other for 486 days. I couldn't say I love you..... Um... since I was too shy. If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you.. Everyday...till I die... I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;The tears came flowing out of her. Why? Why? She asked God, why do I only know about all this now?&lt;br /&gt;He can't be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that.. and for that reason... to her..... it became courage... to live a beautiful life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736250379714690897-2838328130979087464?l=billylch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/feeds/2838328130979087464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736250379714690897&amp;postID=2838328130979087464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/2838328130979087464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/2838328130979087464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-touching-story.html' title='::My Touching Story::'/><author><name>林子康</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJq9VJIZaqI/AAAAAAAAACs/RlegNEfS4d8/s72-c/Doll_Ddung_Doll_Small_Toy_Cute_Doll_Lovely_Toy_Mini_Beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736250379714690897.post-8047506260014126827</id><published>2008-08-07T15:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:09:44.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Tomorrow::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJqrmAcUWQI/AAAAAAAAACU/NlBQJ4LbbuQ/s1600-h/Curious_kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJqrmAcUWQI/AAAAAAAAACU/NlBQJ4LbbuQ/s320/Curious_kitten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231682586586405122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am curious what's gonna happen every tomorrow in my life..I know we are all curious about it..but some they just live life as in the meaningless way..Well..What will come tomorrow..or I should ask what will happen tomorrow..For me..I believe in Christ..that we Christian always say Christ is coming soon..So my natural inquisitive pops-up suddenly asking..Will God come tomorrow?I am not prepared yet..But for me..it seems to get closer and closer already..Warnings like earthquakes,flood and other disasters..I know it happens in the past..but they are not that frequent but when we talk about the future which is not..Disaster warning is more and more..you see tsunami in Indonesia..you see earthquake in Taiwan,in China Sichuan,floods in Myanmar..war in US..all the places..well..its just so much of things happening not around us..but the world..Will there be another earthquake,war or flood..tsunami coming tomorrow?Well..I am a very tension guy who really thinks a lot in the negative way everytime I am alone..Well..I think I can stop from now..since i am not lonely anymore..Pass to you who wanna ask about tomorrow..Just live life in a meaningful way..Love the one around you..Love yourself..Peace..and God BLESS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736250379714690897-8047506260014126827?l=billylch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/feeds/8047506260014126827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736250379714690897&amp;postID=8047506260014126827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/8047506260014126827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/8047506260014126827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/2008/08/tomorrow.html' title='::Tomorrow::'/><author><name>林子康</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SJqrmAcUWQI/AAAAAAAAACU/NlBQJ4LbbuQ/s72-c/Curious_kitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736250379714690897.post-8974825728718051213</id><published>2008-08-07T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:10:49.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::For Life::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Studying and working hard only for living..I am supposed to be a very lazy person who don't really work or study hard..But after the opening of my cousin sister's bar and lounge, i am totally different for i have to help her to work as a waiter,bartender,and cashier ,resting in no time..Well..I have got experienced in working as a waiter and bartender so I can really help out sometimes..By the way,this is a family business..working together with relatives give a lot of encouragement and are motivated to work even harder..I am studying hard too for i have started my semester 3 in Interior Design..I study in the morning and i went for working after class immediately..Sometime its just so tiring for running here and there everyday..without having an afternoon nap(which i love to spend time on every single day.)I called myself working freak..but i am just doing only for living..I wonder how long i can hold on..It's not a healthy life but still I am very happy and i enjoy so much that I am independent enough..haha..God BLESS Me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736250379714690897-8974825728718051213?l=billylch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/feeds/8974825728718051213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736250379714690897&amp;postID=8974825728718051213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/8974825728718051213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/8974825728718051213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-life.html' title='::For Life::'/><author><name>林子康</name><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-6736250379714690897.post-3116963713528077664</id><published>2008-07-21T16:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:13:38.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Outgoing?Naw..::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Actually if you get to know me,you know that I am not an outgoing person..I wonder why people love to invite me to clubs..When i replied 'sorry,I am not interested and I don't go clubbing', they was like..&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;do.Ob?!&lt;/span&gt;'You..don't go clubbing?' Haha..hey come on..what makes you think that I am a clubber?I don't even go to places like times-square,sungai wang for shopping or lepak..I love being alone since the day..well..I don't like too crowded places as you can see everywhere is crowded and everywhere is not safe for now..Becareful you ladies out there..&gt;.&lt;"..Sometimes i feel so not in mood to go out..because i rather stay in home,where i don't spend money at all instead of going out for a drink or chill out there which spend me alot.. Take a look at my outgoing check board..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SIRLp4xaFuI/AAAAAAAAACM/yFf1u7Ve_Q0/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SIRLp4xaFuI/AAAAAAAAACM/yFf1u7Ve_Q0/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225384650642953954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh my..It's only &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;19%&lt;/span&gt;(attending for class is not included)..I wonder why I am 19% outgoing this year..Maybe it's because i am 19..who noes?each year they increase i think..hmm..so,do invite me out for a drink or chat sometimes..I am almost like staying at home sleeping all the time or will go round the house &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;30&lt;/span&gt; times per day for nothing..I am bored..help me to be an outgoing person..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736250379714690897-3116963713528077664?l=billylch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/feeds/3116963713528077664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736250379714690897&amp;postID=3116963713528077664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/3116963713528077664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/3116963713528077664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/2008/07/outgoingnaw.html' title='::Outgoing?Naw..::'/><author><name>林子康</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SIRLp4xaFuI/AAAAAAAAACM/yFf1u7Ve_Q0/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736250379714690897.post-3349786678031566165</id><published>2008-07-20T22:07:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:13:38.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Painting,Drawing or Copying::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well..actually..I still unable to make myself clear whether i love painting,drawing or copying..You get what i meant?It's not that I wanna boast but i think i am talented in either painting drawing or copying.I don't think i love painting because painters they will try to express feeling using colors on canvas but i can't do it.I don't know how to express.I don't have what they have which is the creativity and ideas to do so..Well,let's talk about drawing..I think i like drawing..but i can't draw..because all this while I was copying..I am much more like a photostat machine,because I do copies of a picture using my own way to reach the target.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINHsbrjDsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RDAFqxKE8j0/s1600-h/DSC01260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINHsbrjDsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RDAFqxKE8j0/s320/DSC01260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225098821350133442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As long as a picture is in front of me and only during I am free and bored,I can really copy them..Maybe this is my talent,well i really wish to get my answers whether i am good in painting,drawing or actually I am good in only copying..and sorry for if you think I am here boasting while I am not..I just wanna find out which category i am in and what i can do.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINIiLyX88I/AAAAAAAAABM/GWxLXc04ad0/s1600-h/Picture%28602%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINIiLyX88I/AAAAAAAAABM/GWxLXc04ad0/s320/Picture%28602%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225099744796734402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINHsbrjDsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RDAFqxKE8j0/s1600-h/DSC01260.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736250379714690897-3349786678031566165?l=billylch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/feeds/3349786678031566165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736250379714690897&amp;postID=3349786678031566165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/3349786678031566165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/3349786678031566165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/2008/07/paintingdrawing-or-copying.html' title='::Painting,Drawing or Copying::'/><author><name>林子康</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINHsbrjDsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RDAFqxKE8j0/s72-c/DSC01260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736250379714690897.post-7580616258854739194</id><published>2008-07-20T21:50:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:13:38.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Miniature Toys::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SOnOnwSQrHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wqHLo_npPOE/s1600-h/DSC02711%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SOnOnwSQrHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wqHLo_npPOE/s320/DSC02711%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253957622676106354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well,it's not that i am childish.Someone even call me a nerd for collecting miniature toys like this.This is my hobby and I am not a nerd.I love collecting miniature no matter tools like miniature hammer, cars, and many more.Why do i love them so much?Have you ever think how wonderful when a proper scale things can be minimized and look so detailed and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SOnQUJ2l6yI/AAAAAAAAAHw/szrrwVu7BW0/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SOnQUJ2l6yI/AAAAAAAAAHw/szrrwVu7BW0/s320/DSC00117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253959484965251874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is the gundam collection i have currently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SOnRfdv5E7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/nh7iQlPEyB0/s1600-h/DSC02484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SOnRfdv5E7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/nh7iQlPEyB0/s320/DSC02484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253960778796045234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is the first build..which i actually spent alot of my time on it..Time on spraying..painting..modifying..waiting..gosh..took me weeks of doing it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SOnSKEZYFkI/AAAAAAAAAII/EkIQgnQEtyc/s1600-h/DSC02445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SOnSKEZYFkI/AAAAAAAAAII/EkIQgnQEtyc/s320/DSC02445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253961510725097026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favourite build after all..The name is Gundam Exia..Code GN 001..The gundam I am crazy of..nice post he's got..isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SIND_6ewbMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KwF7Wji4Gvc/s1600-h/296169808_f6610ff09e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SIND_6ewbMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KwF7Wji4Gvc/s320/296169808_f6610ff09e_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225094757988986050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Example something like this,isn't it cool?it's a miniature car and it looks so detailed.I enjoy collecting them because I would like to see the world from a very high up view,I can see tiny things like what you can in these pictures because I haven't really travel before.I wish to travel to many places like Hong Kong,Japan,London,New York..all the places.. not much to talk about these miniature stuff because I just wanna let you know me.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Jenny/My%20Documents/Bluetooth%20Exchange%20Folder/DSC02711%282%29.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736250379714690897-7580616258854739194?l=billylch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/feeds/7580616258854739194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736250379714690897&amp;postID=7580616258854739194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/7580616258854739194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/7580616258854739194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-miniature-toys.html' title='::Miniature Toys::'/><author><name>林子康</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SOnOnwSQrHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wqHLo_npPOE/s72-c/DSC02711%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736250379714690897.post-8609876516715822564</id><published>2008-07-20T00:10:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:13:39.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::The Last Date::</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks to Boey that she sent me this email which reminds me to appreciate the one we love around us no matter old or young.It's a must happenings that we left out our beloved one when we are busy no matter working or studying.This is life,and life is never perfect but we can improve life through sharings and improving personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Here is a beautiful story that touched my heart, I am sure you will enjoy reading it and realise that our beloved is waiting for us.After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;          That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.'What's wrong, are you well,' she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.'I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,'I responded. 'Just the two of us.'She thought about it for a moment, and then said, 'I would like that very much.'That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, Inoticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;          'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, 'she said, as she got into the car. 'They can't wait to hear about our meeting'. We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down,I had to read the menu. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.'It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,' she said.'Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor,' I responded.During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation -nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.As we arrived at her house later, she said, 'I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.' I agreed.'How was your dinner date?' asked my wife when I got home. 'Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,' I answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;          A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I did to not get to do anything for her.Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.An attached note said: 'I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.'At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;!' and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till 'some other time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINpM-TKb8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rqph3RuKLtQ/s1600-h/Heart_Shape_Chocolate_Box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINpM-TKb8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rqph3RuKLtQ/s200/Heart_Shape_Chocolate_Box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225135664282628034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     They are the gift from GOD..Show them your love by sending them your love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736250379714690897-8609876516715822564?l=billylch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/feeds/8609876516715822564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736250379714690897&amp;postID=8609876516715822564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/8609876516715822564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/8609876516715822564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/2008/07/final-date.html' title='::The Last Date::'/><author><name>林子康</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINpM-TKb8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rqph3RuKLtQ/s72-c/Heart_Shape_Chocolate_Box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736250379714690897.post-4447149667622137943</id><published>2008-07-19T02:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:13:39.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Brotherly Love::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINmhg5bhPI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ets9vFVBFEE/s1600-h/Copy+2+of+I+m+d+middle+1,cute%EF%BC%9F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINmhg5bhPI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ets9vFVBFEE/s320/Copy+2+of+I+m+d+middle+1,cute%EF%BC%9F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225132718632436978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Haha, as always, i am a very naughty boy which fool around.I used to tell people I am older than Jesus for 5 days as a tips for them to guess my birthday.It's kinda funny when people asked when is Jesus's birthday.Well not everyone knows.Many more to talk about it but, let's get back to the title "Childhood".&lt;br /&gt;I was born in a warm and lovely family.My family member?I have a dad,mum and 2 elder brother.I am the youngest and the naughtiest.You know, most of the kid have nothing much to worry about not because of brainless, for me, it's because of bravery.I am a "DAREANGEL" I love to climb, fight, i am good in almost everything(while I was young la = =). Everytime I was bullied by my brothers, I will fight till the end like the last samurai..but i am better coz i never fall.Tell you 1 thing which is the most unforgettable happening, one day, I was being teased by my eldest brother Kent.HE LOVED to tease me, I forgot the reason.Well, on the way back from school, he teased me starting from my school till we reach home which takes around 45 minutes journey.Oh my, it's his bad day..haha..I feel like using one of Hulk's dialog.."You won't like me when I am MAD"..but too bad..haha..too late for dat..I cried inside the car and i look so peaceful crying like a baby..well..once we reach home..once the car stopped..I ran like a wind even faster than The Flash to the kitchen..= =..i am not hungry..but i went to get myself a knife..do u know those kitchen chopper. Once i took i ran off the kitchen and headed my brother. I point the knife at him..the situation was like a thief entered our room..so noisy..everyone's shouting..screaming..giving their very best..= =..and Kent was like..omg omg.."I noe u dun dare one, dun la..put down la"..I shouted at him with the chopper pointing at him..luckily my dad n mum is not at home..haha..have so much fun dat time..well..i am so mad man..so dun mess with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINmmPjEo2I/AAAAAAAAABk/_WtupaZrDdY/s1600-h/Copy+1+of+Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINmmPjEo2I/AAAAAAAAABk/_WtupaZrDdY/s320/Copy+1+of+Picture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225132799874605922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SOnIw3-1HBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ujz48q1Rjuo/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SOnIw3-1HBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ujz48q1Rjuo/s320/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253951182291147794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here..this is officially the 3rd pictures of us 3 brothers..Well..kinda big difference already..It's like all have grown up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736250379714690897-4447149667622137943?l=billylch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/feeds/4447149667622137943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736250379714690897&amp;postID=4447149667622137943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/4447149667622137943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/4447149667622137943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/2008/07/childhood.html' title='::Brotherly Love::'/><author><name>林子康</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINmhg5bhPI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ets9vFVBFEE/s72-c/Copy+2+of+I+m+d+middle+1,cute%EF%BC%9F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736250379714690897.post-7918975109244793499</id><published>2008-07-19T00:52:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:13:39.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Starting Of My Life::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINmOkEx3dI/AAAAAAAAABU/ns6UERZ6tt4/s1600-h/DSC00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINmOkEx3dI/AAAAAAAAABU/ns6UERZ6tt4/s320/DSC00007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225132393067830738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t's been a long time i never really think about my past, and my childhood.Let me first introduce myself as the author of this blog.My name is Billy and I was born in 1989,December 20.I was supposed to be born 1 week after the day.Why do I say so?My mum told me this story.She said that "we" have undergone emergency surgery because of the pain which hurt so much when she bear me.Doctor recommends my dad to give up of me during that time because it's too dangerous to get me out from her womb because of the poor technology back there.It's a deadly moment if we don't work on the surgery immediately.Well, Thanks to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt; i was bring to earth safely,Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736250379714690897-7918975109244793499?l=billylch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/feeds/7918975109244793499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736250379714690897&amp;postID=7918975109244793499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/7918975109244793499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736250379714690897/posts/default/7918975109244793499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billylch.blogspot.com/2008/07/young-times.html' title='::Starting Of My Life::'/><author><name>林子康</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-_QfbaKd0A/SINmOkEx3dI/AAAAAAAAABU/ns6UERZ6tt4/s72-c/DSC00007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
