<?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-10347621</id><updated>2011-08-09T00:52:49.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Angel of Zhou</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-112914179158649918</id><published>2005-10-12T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T11:29:51.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus Mode.</title><content type='html'>I know you guys are probably wondering where I am. I'm still here, I'm just too busy to update my fics again. But don't worry folks, I shall find time for that, especially now that I have a huge huge chance to go back to school again, meaning if I do get enrolled, I shall finish &lt;strong&gt;If You're not the one along with Forever is not enough&lt;/strong&gt;. I need to clear my head from problems so everything would work out for me this time. I do hope you understand. I know that's less updates and less stories, don't worry I'll try and try to find time. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, excuse me for being on &lt;strong&gt;HIATUS MODE&lt;/strong&gt;, I've been encountering lots of problems lately, &lt;strong&gt;RYIFC, SCHOOL, HOME, FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;...and lots others, but I am coping with them. I do hope everything would be alright soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I heard &lt;strong&gt;winglin's going to close down this december&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm not sure about this news yet but I shall inform you about updates on this one. Hopefully, it's not true. Cause I'm really scared as well when it would suddenly close down. I really really find the reader's comments page very important since that's where I get my strength. If ever though that this happens, a group of friends, including me has &lt;strong&gt;PLAN B&lt;/strong&gt; for you lovely folks. We'd work it out ASAP.  But as it's still standing (though it went wonky for days &gt;.&lt;) We shall hope and hope that that's not for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall get back at you lovely guys with new updates soon! Cross your fingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-112914179158649918?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/112914179158649918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=112914179158649918&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/112914179158649918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/112914179158649918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/10/hiatus-mode.html' title='Hiatus Mode.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-112782373058686471</id><published>2005-09-27T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T05:26:06.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanfic Updates!</title><content type='html'>Holy Crap! Finally, I get to update my two fics, which I know people have been waiting for me to update. It's been too long already. Anyway, I haven't posted here for a long time too! hahaha. What the heck. So anyways, these are the fics that have been FINALLY updated :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/angel_zhou5/"&gt;FOREVER'S NOT ENOUGH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/angel_zhou7/"&gt;IF YOU'RE NOT THE ONE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And oh yeah, I had some plot changes for If you're not the one. Additional characters have been added too. It's not just a fanfic anymore...it's something real...I mean, I don't really believe that it would be as easy as that...that Angel (or me) will be with ZaiZai just like that...there must be conflict...and Wei Lun can't just accept that easily...there should always be something for that character to hold on to...or something to that effect. So please welcome the Korean delegation... kekekeke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img372.imageshack.us/img372/3916/193no8zf.th.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img372.imageshack.us/img372/5192/158vs1xi.th.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img372.imageshack.us/img372/8863/258sj.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A.) &lt;strong&gt;Shin Hye Sung&lt;/strong&gt; - Rainie's boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B.) &lt;strong&gt;Kim Dong Wan&lt;/strong&gt; - Nerie's boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C.) &lt;strong&gt;Lee Andy&lt;/strong&gt; - My Childhood Sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one taiwanese delegate :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img185.imageshack.us/img185/750/photo1244wo.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;D.) &lt;strong&gt;Li Wei / Sean&lt;/strong&gt; - Wei Lun's past boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and yes..please welcome the new poster for If You're not the One. Kekekekeke. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="373" src="http://img185.imageshack.us/img185/1866/ifyournottheone5ue.jpg" width="438" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;puahaha. And there goes the new casts. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;enjoy the read! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-112782373058686471?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/112782373058686471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=112782373058686471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/112782373058686471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/112782373058686471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/09/fanfic-updates.html' title='Fanfic Updates!'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-112489245879330412</id><published>2005-08-24T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T07:07:38.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now That I Have You - Completed</title><content type='html'>sobs. This is all too soon. hehe. I'm kidding! I've finally finished NOW THAT I HAVE YOU after several years (as jaira had said) and well, i'm going to finish the others I've started :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been all surreal for me, i mean, all those funny updates. It felt good that I finally accomplished in finishing it. Though it broke my heart and well, i had palpitations while writing it because i was damn excited for Ken and Rainie (hehe) and well, I felt happy that I finished it. If not very well, then at least, I finished it how i liked to finish it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my funny side, i loved that story because i can just be me, laugh all i want, and I'm glad that every reader found it as funny as i wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes another fanfic ending...another one starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that last word...FOREVER? I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might make another with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same old crowd. Only different :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i quote : "In love, the hard times will surely call, and no lover is without their flaw. But you must have rain to see the rainbows, and endure the thorns to have the rose."- Lhara's A HUNDRED ROSE (&lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/Lhara2"&gt;www.winglin.net/fanfic/Lhara2&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/angel_zhou3"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 412px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="420" src="http://img389.imageshack.us/img389/7438/nowthatihaveyouend029tr.jpg" width="412" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a new poster, for a new beginning :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-112489245879330412?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/112489245879330412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=112489245879330412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/112489245879330412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/112489245879330412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/08/now-that-i-have-you-completed.html' title='Now That I Have You - Completed'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-112482872066030527</id><published>2005-08-23T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T13:25:20.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AngelZhou...the rebirth :)</title><content type='html'>Alright. The whole thing has been changed. :) finally, i got it all fine. Haha. Actually, this is just the blue version of &lt;a href="http://an6elworks.blogspot.com"&gt;ANGELWORKS&lt;/a&gt; since i want it to be that simple. And the music playing, is still the same. haha. If i get the chance to play a different song i would. But i can't search for any midi song. I'm completely going insane. haha. Nah. just kidding y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post here excerpts of my updates, if ever i shall be updating and all the other stuffs about my fanfics. If you visit, you might, find clues to what the hell I am writing about :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys! and thanks for always supporting everything I make and made :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-112482872066030527?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/112482872066030527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=112482872066030527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/112482872066030527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/112482872066030527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/08/angelzhouthe-rebirth.html' title='AngelZhou...the rebirth :)'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-112397125394764501</id><published>2005-08-13T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T15:14:13.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Directions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Angel is changing her mind about this blog&lt;/strong&gt;, and well, She's going to make it her FANFICTION alley. Something like that. Haha, yes people, my entries here will be entirely about my FANFICS. All the updates, excerpts from the updates and new fanfics coming out will be posted here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will not be only about Ken and Rainie or Ximen and Xiao You or Me and ZaiZai. I'm coming up with new stuffs. Like Machi fics. haha. &lt;strong&gt;RO YOU PUT TOO MUCH IN MY HEAD&lt;/strong&gt;! haha. I'm actually planning to venture into Harry and Ginny fics. Haha, In TAGALOG. Take that! puahaha. I will try. I will try to write deep stuff, not the usual that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make this like a FANFICTION alley for me, because well, I write stuffs on my LJ, all those personal stuffs, and I'm planning to make that public again...or well, I might. Haha. I just thought that this other account is useless. I update here when I'm changing layouts. And that's not very fulfilling for me. So yeah, I'll make this have sense. I'll have my ideas for fics posted here instead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one blog for my ART WORK, and another for my LITERARY WORK. Isn't that nice? :) I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone, There will be a major change here by the next weeks. Hehe. I'm putting my head on what layout I'll be using for this blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-112397125394764501?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/112397125394764501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=112397125394764501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/112397125394764501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/112397125394764501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/08/changing-directions.html' title='Changing Directions.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-112321400277072829</id><published>2005-08-04T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T20:53:22.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swamped. That's what.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt; : Say Yes by Four in Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing it!&lt;/strong&gt; : Wo hen xiang Say yes....Dang Ni De Say yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doing&lt;/strong&gt; : Tina's layout for LJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Follow up&lt;/strong&gt; : Rhanie's layout for Blogspot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chatting with &lt;/strong&gt;: Diana, RO and Tina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently Insane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am swamped with RYIFC work right now, and layouts of blogs i should've layouted way before, and also the layout for our WALLPAPER STUDIO which should've had launched way before. But I'm just hanging it up right now due to the fact that I am an idiot and I have been way lazier to make it since I wanted to spend time more with my cousins who rarely visits me now because my uncles and aunties when together are CRAZY. Literarily. They drive you up at the wall with freaking NO reason at all. Seriously. MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now I can say that RYIFC is going very well, and I am damn proud of my owners and moderators for this. You can visit RYIFC NA and you'll see how damn great TINA made it to be, it's really OC which why i love it very much and you are going to go WHOA on the ENGLISH and CHINESE section. I swear, i went *eyes huge as plates* when i saw it. It's freaking spectacular spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've done so far :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Finished Layout for &lt;strong&gt;WALLPAPER STUDIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Finished &lt;strong&gt;Ro's DBY blog's layout&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Finished my &lt;strong&gt;ANGEL OF ZHOU layout&lt;/strong&gt; as well :) (*im lovin' it!)&lt;br /&gt;* Emailed &lt;strong&gt;KATHY for the RYIFC TW&lt;/strong&gt; thing (visit youler! waahhh!!!)&lt;br /&gt;* Emailed the &lt;strong&gt;OWNERS and MODS about the Rainie Album thing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;* Changed the &lt;strong&gt;RYIFC PHIL Div&lt;/strong&gt; (it's so adorable :)  i love rainie yang!)&lt;br /&gt;* Changed &lt;strong&gt;RYIFC NA's banner&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Mish i had to change it, it's well, the one you made looked like it was rushed, and i know it could've been since i was driving you up the wall. I'll be waiting for your own made though, since you're the greatest RYIFC banner maker i've ever seen :D it's just temporary :P&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;* Setup &lt;strong&gt;ANGELWORKS over at BLOGSPOT&lt;/strong&gt;, because I've been dying to make it. Puahahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;* Posted the &lt;strong&gt;PRE ORDERING stuff over at RYIFC PHIL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;* Promoted &lt;strong&gt;RYIFC NA&lt;/strong&gt; over at LJ (i helped tina that's all :D )&lt;br /&gt;* Made tina some new Icons for her LJ and her &lt;strong&gt;RYIFC NA&lt;/strong&gt; forum.&lt;br /&gt;* Promoting Rainie's new album through support siggy ( thanks to bea for the siggy btw.)&lt;br /&gt;* Made Mommy Anje's poster for &lt;strong&gt;AN ANGEL FOR LEI&lt;/strong&gt; ( i sooo love that fanfic i wanna cry!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it really, I'm swamped with more work right now, wanna know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Paying &lt;strong&gt;RYIFC's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.rainieyang.com"&gt;www.rainieyang.com&lt;/a&gt; domain&lt;br /&gt;* Planning how to pay &lt;strong&gt;RYIFC's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.rainieyang.com"&gt;www.rainieyang.com&lt;/a&gt; domain (pfft!!!)&lt;br /&gt;* Find out how to exactly &lt;strong&gt;PRE ORDER Rainie's album&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;* Talk to &lt;strong&gt;Youler, Heyie&lt;/strong&gt;, and other Rainie groups.&lt;br /&gt;* Try to talk to Rainie's manager. (puahaha, jiayou!)&lt;br /&gt;* Have the &lt;strong&gt;Book / Box of Love&lt;/strong&gt; done before 3rd week of august&lt;br /&gt;* Talk to Mods and Owners about being Official (pfft!!)&lt;br /&gt;* Finish HTML for &lt;strong&gt;WALLPAPER STUDIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Finish HTML and LAYOUT design for &lt;strong&gt;RYIFC &amp; KRL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Make wallies (aiming 10 per artists) for &lt;strong&gt;WALLPAPER STUDIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Make icons ( aiming 6 per artists) for &lt;strong&gt;WALLPAPER STUDIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Plan &lt;strong&gt;Rainie's Album Launching in the Philippines&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; Make it happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember all the others, I'll follow up the post. Man. I'm swamped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promoting :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RYIFC PHIL&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://s8.invisionfree.com/ryifc_phil"&gt;http://s8.invisionfree.com/ryifc_phil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RYIFC THAI&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.rainielover.com"&gt;http://www.rainielover.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RYIFC VIET&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://s3.invisionfree.com/rainie_yang_vietnam"&gt;http://s3.invisionfree.com/rainie_yang_vietnam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RYIFC NA&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://s8.invisionfree.com/rainie_yang_america"&gt;http://s8.invisionfree.com/rainie_yang_america&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RYIFC CHINA&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.rainieclub.com/bbs"&gt;http://www.rainieclub.com/bbs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RYIFC TW&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://rainie.youler.com/rainie"&gt;http://rainie.youler.com/rainie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-112321400277072829?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/112321400277072829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=112321400277072829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/112321400277072829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/112321400277072829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/08/swamped-thats-what.html' title='Swamped. That&apos;s what.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-112015152659459637</id><published>2005-06-30T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T10:12:06.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Icons Galore!!!</title><content type='html'>Whoohoo!!! I got creative again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;geez, i really couldn't stop myself. forgive me. hehehe. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KenRainie Icons:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_40.jpg" /&gt; 2.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_41.jpg" /&gt; 3.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_45.jpg" /&gt; 5.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_46.jpg" /&gt; 6.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_49.jpg" /&gt; 8.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ken Icons:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_50.jpg" /&gt; 2.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainie Icons:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(note : more ken and rainie icons tomorrow...next time..whenever! XD)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So In Jung Icons:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_52.jpg" /&gt; 2.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_53.jpg" /&gt; 3.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_54.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_55.jpg" /&gt; 5.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_56.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZaiZai Icons:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_57.jpg" /&gt; 2.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_58.jpg" /&gt; 3.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_59.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_60.jpg" /&gt; 5.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_61.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanness Icons:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_65.jpg" /&gt; 2.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_69.jpg" /&gt; 3.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_71.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian Icons:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_62.jpg" /&gt; 2.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_63.jpg" /&gt; 3.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_66.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_67.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VannessVivian Icons:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_64.jpg" /&gt; 2.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_68.jpg" /&gt; 3.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/icons_version3/angelworksv3_70.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHEW! &lt;strong&gt;credit if taking&lt;/strong&gt;. gawd, i got so inspired! hehehe, thanks to the FH soundtrack. OMG. I loove my Vivian Icons! OMG. D!!! share tayo! hehehe. i wanna make more, but my back hurts already! hehehe. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainie's an ANGEL. Vivian's an ENCHANTRESS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-112015152659459637?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/112015152659459637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=112015152659459637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/112015152659459637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/112015152659459637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/06/icons-galore.html' title='Icons Galore!!!'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-111808273716091836</id><published>2005-06-06T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T11:32:17.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Street Dancers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Street Dancers Class 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otirc" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Boys. Yeah men. The Boys. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otj46" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The ladies! muahaha. gemme gemme gemme! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otjds" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otjkm" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otjrn" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otjyu" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otkde" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ma Homies! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otmkw" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otmpt" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mah lovely dance pahners. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otmww" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ah. Mich and Dani. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otn5s" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I looove mah homies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otnae" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me at mah beloved dance floor. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otnhz" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jona and Me :) Villagers Rock!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otnpx" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lovely workshoppers yo! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otp35" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I looove mah baby kenneth :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otp9l" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ah. Waiting for our turn aren't we y'all? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otpg3" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last day...aww :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otpjd" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we are the dancers. the mighty mighty street dancers!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otpw4" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;now isn't that the MACHI sign ANGEL? XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5otq2a" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Till Next mah lovely Family. Till Next Dance. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;awww. EMO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-111808273716091836?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/111808273716091836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=111808273716091836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111808273716091836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111808273716091836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/06/street-dancers.html' title='The Street Dancers.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-111807965177297131</id><published>2005-06-06T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T10:40:51.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Dancing Is all About.</title><content type='html'>What is street dancing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it could be about...well, moving or dancing in a very hip way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a different definition though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street Dancing, for me, It's not always about movement. It's not only about those Hand Movements (Spear, Fist, Thumblist grip, Open Palm, &amp; Freehand), Feet Movements (Slide, Scoot, &amp;amp; Kick-Ball-Change), Waves (Side to Side, Body Wave, T-Wave, Press Wave, Bell Wave and Basket Wave), Floats (Side and Front) &amp; Locks (Head, Arm, Shoulder, Elbow, &amp;amp; Knee), It's about, being in Rhythm, in Beat, in Tune, with all that is around you. And that's the People. You dance not only as being a single dancer. You dance in a group. Always in group. Do not only think of yourself as being the STAR. As being, the finest of all. Think of yourself as belonging in a group...even if you're really alone on the stage...think that you have somebody beside you, dancing with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned this with my workshop. I learned that I shouldn't think that I should be the best, that I should be in front, and that people would only look at me. I should think that there is always somebody beside you, behind you, in front of you...dancing with you...and You must be in Rhythm, in Tune, in Beat with them. Before, I always wished that I was upfront, that I should be the STAR, that I should be the one people would be looking at, all of them...But with my workshop, I felt that it shouldn't be that way. Whether I dance alone or not, I should always think that I have somebody dancing with me...ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those are Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those lovely people I danced with. Those great people whom i talked too. Those crazy people I laughed with. Those people I am at eased with Dancing. Those people I call my family. My family in the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the whole Idea of this entry is to thank my friends, whom I terribly miss right now as I type this entry and as I listen to the MARS Opening Soundtrack...LING. It suddenly struck me, how I may not see them anymore...I mean not all of them...But some of them. They were kids really. 13 -19 years old...and I was the oldest. I could remember the first time I entered the studio...I was late...30 minutes late. They turned their heads at me like armies. I sat on the corner (ahhh shiet. JUI RANG WO AI NI IS PLAYING!) and listened. We started learning the Warm ups. Warm ups I thought was the dance steps. It was really funny. And they kept playing YEAH by USHER. Then we learned the Stretchings. I haven't had stretchings for the past years of my life. So when we did it, I wanted to cry. I mean, Hell is this STREETDANCING!? I don't want to do this anymore! It came to the part when I wondered why I even loved to dance. Then the Cool Downs. I thought that would be relaxing. Damn it wasn't! I had to stretch for it too! I went home ready to quit the freaking workshop. My classmates all seemed snobbish, and I don't like them all! The next day, I made friends, they weren't snobbish. In fact, I WAS THE SNOB! Later before the first week ended, I had made lots of friends already, and became close with half the class. My constant buddies were Kenneth, Krizia, Cherry, and Aika. It was always us. It's really good to know that once I go to ABSCBN at 10 am to drop Ellora to her class, I have those 4 people waiting for me at Starbucks, ready to go celebrity sighting...or we'd be sitting by the loop, or eating at KIMCHI, or buying food from MINI STOP, or just at STARBUCKS looking for celebrities to come in and out of the door beside the CORK, or even just by the cafeteria eating, or at the talent center, or walking back and forth from the ELJ building to the Dressing rooms and Studios of ABSCBN. It was tiring, and I felt it was routine. 3 weeks of doing it makes me just want to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, Right now, right at this very moment, I'd exchange a hundred internet cards and a cable connection to the internet to have me walk down those places again, and be with those people I've danced with for the past 3 and a half weeks. I don't care that every time the clock strikes 5, i had to run to the elevators and to the 14th floor of the ELJ building to have the WARM UPS, STRETCHINGS, DANCE STEPS and COOL DOWNS. I don't care if I had to listen to YEAH, ALL EYES ON ME, IT LIKE THAT, WHO'S IN THE HOUSE, and all those street dancing music SIR J, ATE JESSIE, KUYA JAM and KUYA RHY plays on the CD player. I don't care if at 7 pm I'd feel tired and want to go home, but can't because Kenneth and Krizia wants us to have a studio tour again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially Kenneth, Krizia and Cherry. Whom I got to hug &amp;amp; kiss one last time on the night of June 4. Those 3 girls drive me crazy. Especially Kenneth when he goes on saying "OBSESSED!", or when Krizia squeals everytime MICO is said to be in ABS, or when Cherry goes all joking about Miriam girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last friday, the last day of our workshop, I was really missing them a whole lot, since I know that was the last day of our workshop...but then I knew then that I would be seeing them thursday of the following week, and saturday for our recitals. But now, now I don't know...I may see them one by one, but I won't be seeing them as the way I used to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss those kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we were ultimate camwhores when we were in ABS... 20 pictures a day or something. But we weren't. We wanted to talk and talk and talk. Maybe that's why I missed them more, because now, I know there would be less of those people. You can't find a whole 28 people who can talk nonstop than me. Seriously. I'm usually the talkative one, but the rest of them, beats me to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I thought I can let go of people. But now, I don't think I can. What more if I had to let go of those people I have been with over a year now? or all my life? I might kill myself from all the misery. I know this is just Separation Anxiety, but really, I wish they never had that kind of stuff...so I can rest at this time and not think of those lovely people. (ah to bring more misery, I'm playing the whole dance music we have. RAWR! I can't believe I'll cry on YEAH by USHER!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dance with them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last time, one last time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, Kenneth (My love! hehehe!), Krizia (Aiyikee..Mico o!), Aika (psst, San kuya mo? hehe!), Anj (Pare, paburn naman...hehehe!), Mich (San Bebe mo? XD), Cherry (Yeah, I agree, they're just kids...hehe!), Dani (Ano opening tayo?), Emjoy (Di ko daw alam history nia?!), Sophia (Oist, bat lagi kang tahimik dyan?), Jona (practice tayo later?), Santina (Gad, pare, sorry 9 times ko ng natatapakan paa mo!), Jamie (Wala namang harangan partner!), Sabrina (Ano, natapakan ka nanaman ba?), Natalia (Asan na si Anjo? XD), Jerene (Walang tatalo sayo meehn!), Anjo (San si Natalia? XD), Alvin (Oist, ung sa Who's in the house na intro ah!), Varian (Subukan mong hilain pigtails ko tatadyakan kita!!!!), RJ (anong anoymous ka dyan?! San na Bebe mo?! XD), and to those other kids I can't remember the names of (Magingay tayo!!!)...I'll miss you guys. I wish I could hear you scream, SAYAW TAYO one last time. I wish to dance with you guys ONE LAST TIME...I don't care if our ALL EYES ON ME is not the remixed version because thanks to SIR J forgetting it should be REMIXED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. If I get the money, I'll gather you all one time, eat out at ABSCBN...or we'd all gather in one studio again...this time, we'd hit on...JAZZ FUNK with Sir ANGEL SY or MISS GEORSELLE...and we'd hit Sir J because he seemed not to like us. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next Movin' Groovin' and a whole lot of Body Wavin' with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's in the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's US.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-111807965177297131?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/111807965177297131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=111807965177297131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111807965177297131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111807965177297131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-dancing-is-all-about.html' title='What Dancing Is all About.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-111755958128396392</id><published>2005-05-31T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T10:13:01.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zidane &amp; Angel : The Twin's story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt; : All eyes on me - Monica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uploading&lt;/strong&gt; : Lots of personal pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scanning&lt;/strong&gt; : Pictures when Zidane &amp; I were kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zidane &amp;amp; Angel : The Twin's story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been tiring today. Went to &lt;strong&gt;PMMA in ZAMBALES&lt;/strong&gt; to witness my cousin &lt;strong&gt;Zidane's Graduation in his Training to be a Merchant Marine&lt;/strong&gt;. I was there to support that kid...well, he is my favorite cousin afterall. Of all the guy lads we have in the family, this boy...this one is my favorite. You know why? Well, i've been always blabbering that Edison Chen..is well, my TWIN. But seriously, this one, Zidane, he is my TWIN. But unlike in me being Ed's twin, we are complete opposites, Ed is the evil one...hehe, i'm the good one...&lt;strong&gt;with me and Zidane though, it's similar. It's like seeing a guy Angel...because he acts, talks, and even walks...like me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at PMMA, the formation already started, and a battalion marched towards the gymnasium to witness the thanksgiving mass...I was watching everybody...and I was searching and searching for my cousin...but I couldn't see him. What I saw were people with same faces..stiffly walking...marching, chest out, and looking 500 miles away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was the saddest thing I ever saw.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly wanted to cry. I suddenly wanted to whack my auntie and uncle's heads...why did they allow this to happen?! I don't like the idea of my cousin being toasted in the sun every single day of his life, and going all robotic while he is studying thank you. I don't like the idea that he sleeps in that hot room, while I sleep in an airconditioned room...I don't like the idea that I'm eating tasty food, and all my cousin gets to eat was Hard Rock rice, and viand. No that's not what I wanted for him. I've always seen Zidane (or more often called Darryl, since that's his real name..) as someone who's smart (actually, that kid is a genius!) and who'd succeed to be a doctor someday...It was all planned, I'll be the lawyer, he'd be the doctor...Whatever happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I can't control that anymore, the main problem here was money. His parents didn't have enough money to send him to med school... :'( so to make sure he graduates college with less money to pay...he applied here in the PMMA... I know it's hard for him, but...he had to do it. He had to be the one to help his family survive...Oh Zidane...If only... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna share our pics growing up together...I just missed this...I know, It'll be rare to happen again..Ahh... before we were inseparable... now... I can't even see him once in a week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5km6hf" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy loves us both doesn't she?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5km6ty" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday To US!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5km71s" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YUM! CAKE! YUM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5km78k" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aww...sweetie you don't have to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5km7io" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh...SWIMMING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5km7np" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't We just love digging Cuz?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5kmsco" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were Lion King Fans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5kmt75" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh..the cutest partners!! hehehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5kmtz4" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh, my cousins' first time to ride a plane! :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5kmu11" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Room Borders. Hahaha. XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5kmvdy" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Year's Eve 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ahh. Memories. That was the last picture we had together. Oh well. Here's how he looks like right now...I took pictures of him while he was marching. By the way, He got in and is an Executive Officer..Second highest rank in his Battalion. I know. Genius.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5km32g" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5km3qs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5km44n" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5km49i" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ahh cousin. I miss you so. :'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He is by the way, coming to my recital on saturday. So if you are one of the people coming, You'd see How VERY TALL he is, and how..well, he looks so dark now..before we were the only kids in the 3rd generation that's white...now it's just me. :'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ahh. &lt;strong&gt;I'm too Emo today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Who wants to see him marching? I'll upload the video I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-111755958128396392?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/111755958128396392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=111755958128396392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111755958128396392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111755958128396392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/05/zidane-angel-twins-story.html' title='Zidane &amp; Angel : The Twin&apos;s story.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-111747650799072520</id><published>2005-05-30T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T11:08:27.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless Japan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt; : That y'all - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uploading : &lt;/strong&gt;Ken and Rainie wallet size pictures &amp; icons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doing :&lt;/strong&gt; Dancing. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KEN AND RAINIE IS LOVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this two are my most favorite couple in the whole world. And I will fight for them whenever, wherever, WHATEVER! muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5k0fw2" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5k0fop" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5k0fmc" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5k0hec" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5k0ff5" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5k0hhs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5k0f9c" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5k0f2t" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SAY IT! THEY LOOK GOOD TOGETHER! muahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD BLESS JAPAN FOREVER!!! RAWR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love them sooo damn much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KEN AND RAINIE ICONS IS LOVE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/5k0bqt" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/5k0byo" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/5k0c44" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/5k0cbb" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/5k0cgz" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;enough of this. haha. I LOOVE YOU GUYS! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Especially my LAYOUT. hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-111747650799072520?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/111747650799072520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=111747650799072520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111747650799072520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111747650799072520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/05/god-bless-japan.html' title='God Bless Japan!'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-111746236612945026</id><published>2005-05-30T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T07:16:26.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend? haha. No thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to : &lt;/strong&gt;Some weared Street Dance music... 0_O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boyfriend? haha. No thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ha! it now came to my aunt and uncle and MOM that i should get a boyfriend. haha. i swear, they got to have their minds checked. they're bringing me to Zambales tomorrow to attend my favorite cousin's PMMA graduation...i think i'd be home at around 6pm tomorrow. He passed it! and my aunt and uncle wanted to bring me to Zambales so that i will see those freak men there, and they'd pick a boyfriend from me. Ha! unless they're taking me to TAIWAN, i will not look nor glance at any single man in there. muahaha. mark my words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;seriously, they're getting bothered i don't have a boyfriend. I'm not getting bothered. AT ALL. I love my life. It's simple and I'm free. I'll get to that point in life when i'd fall in love but it's not now. So don't push anybody at me. Cause im so not in the mood to fall in love with a Military type of guy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ahh..eh kung si LEEHOM ba naman yan diba? haha. or si Direk Lauren, or si Jericho... OR SI ZAIZAI...wala ng tanong tanong...pakakasalan ko agad yan! (but then again, LEEHOM is my YEYE..so no...hahaha.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;to my mom, aunt and uncle : GO GET A MOVE ON.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;nyahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-111746236612945026?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/111746236612945026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=111746236612945026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111746236612945026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111746236612945026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/05/boyfriend-haha-no-thanks.html' title='Boyfriend? haha. No thanks.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-111739407103089376</id><published>2005-05-29T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T12:14:31.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe. Sneaky me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt; : Julia - Wang Lee Hom XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surfing&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;a href="http://www.witchmagazine.it"&gt;http://www.witchmagazine.it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downloading&lt;/strong&gt; : I'M DONE! muahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so about to be sleeping right now. haha. but i remember i had to check on WITCHMAGAZINE again..muahaha. Usually, i just go there to check new comic designs, cause even if they had the gists of the stories, i bloody hell can't understand it cause it's Italian. Now however, since i can translate Mandarin, Japanese, Korean...i can also translate Italian...haha. thank God for Worldlingo. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the gists of it all, since im a spoiler as well. muahaha. Here in the Philippines, we are still in episode 35...i think..so anyways here's what's happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* The escaped astral drops will be judged by the oracle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Taranee will discover why Nigel is acting all weird...ofcourse, it's all about DANNY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* There will be this, magical being that will i think from what i understand take the oracle away, and W.I.T.C.H. will be tested if they are really indeed fit for the role.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Elyon will be back. Her Crown of light will be stolen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Cedric &amp; Phobos will be back as well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Yan Lin will be helping Elyon, W.I.T.C.H to get the Crown of light back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Matt will discover the secret of W.I.T.C.H. and will be willing to help them in any time they would need him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Martin will get mad at Irma, resulting for them all to find Irma a partner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Karmilla's daughter will be joining W.I.T.C.H in school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Taranee will enroll in a dance school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Orube will start college, and somebody will hire her to be a news reporter / writer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* A friend of Orube will enter the story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* W.I.T.C.H will be shown what their life would be if they didn't have powers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Something from Cornelia's past will have to be taken into consideration. (nyeh?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. that's it. That's all i could remember.&lt;br /&gt;If I can, ill post all those images...those designs they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I loooove WITCH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-111739407103089376?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/111739407103089376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=111739407103089376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111739407103089376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111739407103089376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/05/hehe-sneaky-me.html' title='Hehe. Sneaky me.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-111739107128973409</id><published>2005-05-29T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T11:43:47.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaddamn HTML!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to : &lt;/strong&gt;Ni Bu Zai - Wang Lee Hom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chatting with: &lt;/strong&gt;Bea &amp; Iruka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downloading : &lt;/strong&gt;Lee Hom clips from the WAHAHA event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GADDAMN HTML!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear. i was about to change address. i was about to become &lt;a href="http://an6elzhou.blogspot.com"&gt;http://an6elzhou.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://iamangel.blogspot.com"&gt;http://iamangel.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://angelwang-zhou.blogspot.com"&gt;http://angelwang-zhou.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; when suddenly i noticed one single tiny mistake in my template HTML.&lt;br /&gt;guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;THIS! : /&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to have the title closed!!! rawr.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HTML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT&lt;/strong&gt; : nah. i love HTML. haha. look! i've managed to put that image separator. wahaha. whatever it's called. I LOOOVE MY BLOG!!! &lt;3 seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-111739107128973409?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/111739107128973409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=111739107128973409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111739107128973409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111739107128973409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/05/gaddamn-html.html' title='Gaddamn HTML!'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-111737984533187918</id><published>2005-05-29T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T08:17:25.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Version 4 : DREAM AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Look! It's VERSION 4!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to have the layout changed. Well, not entirely, i mean, i just changed the colors and the image, i really like it the way it is, neat and simple :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i loove my image right now. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LEEHOM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! waahahaha, and it's GREEN! just so you know, my outmost favorite COLOR is green...it will never change..unlike PINK..one day, i might change it to ORANGE, RED...OR BLUE..it really depends...but GREEN..ha...&lt;strong&gt;GREEN IS FOREVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, just dropping by to say hi to everyone. Nothing really interesting happened, well, nothing THAT interesting, just that..i landed on some showbiz news program..and now I'm dead. Hahaha. I shall never do that again. I want my FRAP! not an INTERVIEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, &lt;strong&gt;RECITALS is on JUNE 4 @ 8-11pm&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAINIE's bday is on the same day, celebration is 12-4pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;invites will be given to the people who really adores RAINIE&lt;/strong&gt;. To be emailed either tonight or tomorrow morning. email me if you wanna go, slots are still available... an6elzhou@yahoo.com.sg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-111737984533187918?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/111737984533187918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=111737984533187918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111737984533187918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111737984533187918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/05/version-4-dream-again.html' title='Version 4 : DREAM AGAIN.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-111665531374910481</id><published>2005-05-20T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:04:05.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workshop : Week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, so here goes the STORY. hehehe :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAY 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday is BOOOOORRING. Not much CELEBRITIES to look out for, and not much&lt;br /&gt;people to talk to. We stayed at STARBUCK for like the whole day and i was just&lt;br /&gt;staring into space listening to LEEHOM, VIVIAN, EDISON, JENNIFER LOVE, &amp; USHER.&lt;br /&gt;It went on for like till 4 pm. HELL I KNOW!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictorials went on for like 5 minutes. Group shot only. 3 serious pics and 2&lt;br /&gt;funny ones. Rainie was in the pictorial. hehehe, i was going gaga doing her&lt;br /&gt;peace sign. It didn't feel so star like, but i really loved posing so heck, i&lt;br /&gt;don't care! hehehe. After the pictorials we headed off to the classroom and&lt;br /&gt;started dancing yet again, it was another set of steps, and it freaking made me&lt;br /&gt;dizzy. Anyways, it ended and i was really happy to go home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yeah, i saw&lt;strong&gt; SIR J&lt;/strong&gt; walking and i said hi to him after he&lt;br /&gt;said hi to one of his other students...&lt;strong&gt;HE DIDN'T SAY HI TO ME!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING HELL&lt;/strong&gt;! got so mad at him for not showing up at the pictorial&lt;br /&gt;too. so i was mad at him for like the whole day. rawr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAY 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday is A-OK. but not so. still quite boring. got wind of the fact that&lt;br /&gt;there would be auditions the next day for the&lt;strong&gt; OPENING acts&lt;/strong&gt; for&lt;br /&gt;the 7 recital days. Not so interested...well, maybe i was, but not too much. I&lt;br /&gt;don't really like auditions. Oh yeah, i saw &lt;strong&gt;Joseph&lt;/strong&gt; and i went&lt;br /&gt;talking to him like we were neighbors, and then when i saw &lt;strong&gt;Emman / Eman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to tell him about how he looks like my cousin Darryl and he was just&lt;br /&gt;nodding and smiling. I saw &lt;strong&gt;Jomari, Eula and Jean&lt;/strong&gt; together, and&lt;br /&gt;they were totally freaked out by the fact that i passed by raising my hands as&lt;br /&gt;if i was rejoicing and i ran off almost crying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sir J came, and i was about to give him rolling eyes when he looked at me and&lt;br /&gt;was SOOOOOO VERY HANDSOME! what the heck, don't you ever wear that black fitting&lt;br /&gt;top, pants and those freaking red rubber shoes! I WILL KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!! rawr.&lt;br /&gt;HE IS SOOO SHUAI! he even had those SHADES on that almost says : I AM DANCE&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTOR. DANCE WITH ME? WAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! i am so going to dance with you!&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahh yeah...saw ROXANNE...don't i always? hehehe. JOROSS passed by me and i&lt;br /&gt;was like, "HI JOROSS!" like we were freaking close or something, he did say "HI!&lt;br /&gt;GOOD MORNING!" to me though...and well the rest. hehehe :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="303" src="http://tinypic.com/5ajfcz" width="480" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my friend KENNETH with ROXANNE. they're really close. Well,&lt;br /&gt;actually, KENNETH is really close to every single SCQ people there is! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. KENNETH is my GEM. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAY 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Steps were crazy. I swear, i have to get a move on. I get really messed up&lt;br /&gt;when i look at SIR J. maybe he shouldn't teach us anymore...hehehe, like i would&lt;br /&gt;want that to happen! that is so not going to happen! wahahaha. OMG. He was in&lt;br /&gt;all white today...and seiously, i really advice him to not wear a WHITE JOGGING&lt;br /&gt;pants, because it's so not hard to guess what the color of his undies are.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha XD did i just say that??? hehehe. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mommy Anje and Nainai Tess came to support me, it was hella fun, we got&lt;br /&gt;around ABSCBN, and i was like touring them or something, they watched the warm&lt;br /&gt;ups, stretchings, waves and the routine. hahaha. i was so embarrassed i wanna&lt;br /&gt;kill myself when i couldn't get the dance routines. But it was okay, i got them&lt;br /&gt;in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Auditions went on, and Jerene...my dear dear Jerene kept badgering me to join&lt;br /&gt;it, but i don't want to. Mommy Anje and NaiNai Tess heard about it and they to&lt;br /&gt;kept pushing me to do it. They said that people believed in me and supported me,&lt;br /&gt;why shouldn't i? I ended up in the auditions anyways. It was freaky! wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;everything was freaky for me anyways. hahaha. It started out in free style, with&lt;br /&gt;J.LO's new music, i dunno the title...hahaha, but it was the MV where she was 5&lt;br /&gt;persons in a bar. hahaha :D Oh well. Then they did 1 8s of routine, and you have&lt;br /&gt;to get it in 2  teachings only. So yeah. Danced it. Afterwards they told us to&lt;br /&gt;list our names and go to the other room. We all waited. I didn't texted my&lt;br /&gt;sister or mom about it, i just texted Nainai Tess and Mommy Anje who were on&lt;br /&gt;their way to the office, waiting and hoping and praying that i would get&lt;br /&gt;it...after a while the ASSISTANTS got in again, and told us some stuffs. GUESS&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;I GOT IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M IN THE OPENING ACT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;waaahh. i went home overly excited. and to top that off, when i left the&lt;br /&gt;camera with Kenneth (not on purpose), he texted me saying he got the picture of&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful man for me here in the Philippines!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="282" src="http://tinypic.com/5ajjvc" width="394" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All i can say is...FINALLY. AFTER 9 YEARS. &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was off to wonderful wonderland after that. :) ohhh &lt;strong&gt;JERICHO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;XD he even said my camera was sooo cute. &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAY 4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;more steps for today, actually, the second song is already started to be&lt;br /&gt;learnt. So yeah. More steps and it was driving me nuts. ahaha. My knees hurt, my&lt;br /&gt;legs hurt...i think my &lt;strong&gt;WHOLE BODY HURTS&lt;/strong&gt;! waaahhh!!! ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much going on though. We just went around and around, and i was&lt;br /&gt;everywhere looking for &lt;strong&gt;SIR J&lt;/strong&gt;. hehehe. OMG. he is just sooo good&lt;br /&gt;in dancing! waaahhh. OMG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;tiring day, i waited for&lt;b&gt; JERICHO&lt;/b&gt; to appear, but to no avail, i haven't&lt;br /&gt;seen him yet again. But Kenneth really loved me, so he took a picture of him&lt;br /&gt;again, hehehe, with his head phones, and there was this video of him walking&lt;br /&gt;around the &lt;b&gt;GALLERY&lt;/b&gt;..hehehe, that was fun to watch. hehehe!!! &lt;b&gt;OH DEAR,&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WILL I SEE YOU WITH MY OWN TWO EYES?&lt;/b&gt;! hehehe. i mean, i've seen you at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FANATIC&lt;/b&gt; for 2 times, but never did i get to talk to you and ask you for a&lt;br /&gt;picture. &lt;b&gt;GADDAMNIT!&lt;/b&gt; waaahhh. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAY 5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;more new steps, and new music. This one is the third one, something about&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ. I love the beat, and the meaning of the music. Nothing hard today&lt;br /&gt;though...it was all okay, and i decided that i shouldn't go and mess my self up&lt;br /&gt;whenever&lt;b&gt; JEROME DIMALATA&lt;/b&gt; is around. hahaha. OMG. SO HANDSOME! that&lt;br /&gt;freaking pants and shoes and white shirt again! rawr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we went around ABS, this time &lt;b&gt;KENNETH &lt;/b&gt;was all keen to make&lt;b&gt; JERICHO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet me. Hahaha. Mommy Anje came, and all of my friends said she was really&lt;br /&gt;soooo cool :) hehehe. one thing, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I SHOULDN'T BE TO SERIOUS WHEN SAYING&lt;br /&gt;EDISON CHEN IS MY TWIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;...because half the people in my class now thinks&lt;br /&gt;we really are TWINS! hehehehe. XD so back to the tour, hehehe, we went to the &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORA BORA &lt;/b&gt;set. OMG. I was like a few feet away from ECHO! hehehe...but he&lt;br /&gt;wasn't there yet...well, what do i expect? he is always not around when I AM&lt;br /&gt;AROUND! rawr. we just stood there waiting for people to come out..hahaha, so&lt;br /&gt;while we waited, and while &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOMMY ANJE WENT CRAZY OVER BERNARD PALANCA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;...hehehe,&lt;br /&gt;we had our pictures taken with &lt;b&gt;JOROSS and ROXANNE &lt;/b&gt;again...hehehe, i told&lt;br /&gt;yah, JOROSS IS EVERYWHERE! hehehe. OMG. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="288" src="http://tinypic.com/5ajgps" width="421" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy Anje &amp; Ellora with Roxanne&lt;/b&gt;. hahaha :) the picture doesn't look&lt;br /&gt;that Nice. Rox is so white, Mommy Anje and Ellora looked too dark!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="300" src="http://tinypic.com/5ajjpf" width="419" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I asked him if he knew &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~pink_pantera12"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana&lt;/a&gt;, just making sure if he would deny my friend, and he said YES, and&lt;br /&gt;even described &lt;b&gt;DIANA &lt;/b&gt;for me. Very nice. :) and Yes, he was the one who&lt;br /&gt;took the picture. Hehehe. He thought the camera was a gameboy. hehehe XD He is&lt;br /&gt;very very very nice :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;after that, we went back to our place, the &lt;b&gt;BORA BORA&lt;/b&gt; set...and i was&lt;br /&gt;like standing, my back from the door, when &lt;b&gt;KENNETH&lt;/b&gt; went all, &lt;i&gt;"IT'S&lt;br /&gt;DIREK! IT'S DIREK!"&lt;/i&gt; i looked at my side, and didn't minded it, because i&lt;br /&gt;heard another name instead of &lt;b&gt;DIREK&lt;/b&gt;...so i just continued with my&lt;br /&gt;business. When suddenly, KENNETH went, &lt;i&gt;"DIREK PICTURE PLEASE?"&lt;/i&gt;, i turned&lt;br /&gt;180%!!!&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; IT WAS DIREK LAUREN RIGHT BEHIND ME!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMG. LEE HOM! LEE HOM! LEE HOM&lt;/b&gt;! hehehe. &lt;b&gt;HE LOOKS LIKE LEE HOM IN&lt;br /&gt;PERSON!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAHHHH!!! DIREK LAUREN &lt;/b&gt;said yes to the picture, and he&lt;br /&gt;was like, &lt;i&gt;"AKO LANG MAGISA?"&lt;/i&gt; (me alone?) and i was like,&lt;br /&gt;FREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hehehehe, &lt;b&gt;I JOINED HIM! WITH MOMMY ANJE!!! WAAAHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;HE EVEN PLACED HIS HANDS ON OUR SHOULDERS!!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="313" src="http://tinypic.com/5ajgd3" width="489" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DIREK I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE KIDS AND A&lt;br /&gt;WIFE! YOU ARE SOOO MINE! RAWR! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; and i so don't look nice on the picture. HMM. i should&lt;br /&gt;get a move on and change my PONY TAIL to PIG TAILS. hehehe. OMG. DIREK&lt;br /&gt;LAUREN!!!!!! WAAAAHHHHH!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*FAINTS*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Rehearsals started today. &lt;b&gt;IT WAS HELL PLACE! OMG. HOT ROOM!&lt;br /&gt;HOT HOT ROOM! and soooooo MANY PEOPLE! I WILL DIE IN THERE!&lt;/b&gt; now if somebody&lt;br /&gt;tells me now that i quit it i will. i swear i will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you wanna dance, go dance it, give it all. You don't go&lt;br /&gt;enrolling just for fun, because this is not just for fun. You join the workshop&lt;br /&gt;because you wanted to join it and because you really mean to do all the work&lt;br /&gt;there, work you ass off.  It's seriously exhausting and it's really very&lt;br /&gt;challenging. Every single moment in there is priceless. Every single step,&lt;br /&gt;single rhythm, single beat, single clap, single tune...they're all priceless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ahh. EMO. hehehe.&lt;b&gt; &amp;lt;3 I LOVE MY WORKSHOP!!!!!! &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;btw, SIR J is the one heading the &lt;b&gt;STREET DANCE CENTRAL of UP.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HE IS SO FREAKING TALENTED!!!!!!!&lt;/u&gt; WAAAAHHHH!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/10347621-111665531374910481?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/111665531374910481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=111665531374910481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111665531374910481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111665531374910481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/05/workshop-week-2.html' title='Workshop : Week 2'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-111599356237386738</id><published>2005-05-13T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T07:12:42.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groove it behbeh! XD</title><content type='html'>whew! back in the internet again! haha. i missed this...somehow. It's been a tiring week, and i've been through a lot of pain and stress...yuck...drama? hehe. OMG. i have to tell you guys, &lt;strong&gt;STREET DANCING ROCKS&lt;/strong&gt;! i swear! it's like the best thing in the world! i love it! i simply love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came from Street Dancing Workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear. The warm up just got me all tired! i wanna go to bed but i have duties!!!!!! waaahhh. oh well, i love my duties. By the way, i was way way late AGAIN! people where like staring at me when i arrived. Sir Jay, as he wished to be called, is my niece's [Ellora] instructor too. And he is a slave driver! waaahh. He and his two assitants (Jessie and some guy in glasses who's got nice butt by the way!!! hehehe XD) just throw all them steps and then plays the freaking YEAH by USHER (i swear, that song isn't the same to me now!!!) and we have to dance it all! haha. not that i didn't expect that or anything, but really, it shocked me. Well, maybe it's because my class is composed of Dancers already..so i dunno, they expect very much from us. Ahh..at least i got them all right. And i hate the stretching part! Can't you understand i can't reach my toes you gaddamn people?! i've been trying since basketball practice in highschool!!!!!! waaahhhhhhhh!!! *blinks* oohh..my world is turning! oh damn...i haven't eaten yet, i forgot im freaking HUNGRY! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, that's it for now. I'll share more tomorrow. I SWEAR, IF I HEAR ANOTHER YEAH BY USHER SONG IM GOING TO FAINT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit. I'm going to hear that everyday since that's the warm up and stretching music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a internet shop near ABSCBN. i was so damn bored i had to go out and find a net shop. i swear, i will die if i just stay by the loop for 2 hours waiting for my niece to finish her workshop. haha, for once, she's early today! 20 minutes early infact! yesterday she was late AGAIN by 15 minutes..haha, i wasn't. Gah, im so tired yesterday i couldn't even walk! hehehe. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now find me at ABSCBN loitering somewhere, haha, every 10-5 pm, and 5-7 at the 14th floor of the ELJ building. Hahaha. It's just so funny that i find it normal to see celebrities now. Before i use to giggle (yeah..pathetic as i could be)  when i see a celebrity walking right infront of me. Now it's just so normal. But sure, i still giggle sometimes. hehehe. It's kinda weird you know...i feel weird sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I haven't been in the net for a whole day and it feels like i missed too much! hahaha!!! oh well. ill catch up everyday then. ill just go to this internet shop every morning, since in the afternoon, i have to practice the warm ups, stretches and the hand and feet movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was really nice. We didn't have to listen to Yeah again, cause they changed the music. We had 5 hand forms with their exercises to learn...the spear, the fist, the thumb thingie (sorry forgot the name), the spread out, and the free hand. I'm having trouble with the free hand...but it's going be alright, im trying to learn. hehe. We have 4 feet movements...the slide...the...what the hell, i can only remember the first one's name! hahaha. but i remember all the moves though. Sir Jay is really good. He distracts me sometimes when he starts to dance by the corner when we do the stretches and the warm ups! hahaha. He is a fast teacher as well. But im scared of him, especially when we do the steps and he goes around to check if everybody was doing everything right. But he's cool. Haha, actually, way cool! i looooove guys that know how to dance! I sorta found out yesterday that he was the one who choreographed Jericho's pepsi moves...i saw him dancing it by the corner..im not sure though, he might've copied it...oh well, i hope he drops us hints :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying the whole workshop..even though it tires me a lot! lot! later we'd have the warm ups again and the stretchings...and then the hand movements and then the feet movements...and then some new stuff and whoohooo...the choreography! im really focusing on this thing cause that's all that i can do. I only know how to dance. I can't act nor sing. I just know how to dance and i've been really really really trying hard to get myself in a workshop for years but my parents said i have to focus on studying first...so i guess, somehow me resting is a good thing, i can finally fulfill my dream of being Vanness' dancer! nyehehe! Oh geez. That's not the main reason i joined the workshop alright? haha. that's reason number 3! hehehe :p reason number 4 is to be Rain's dancer! hehehe. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaahhh. gad, this is soooo boring. i need to buy a book or borrow one so that tomorrow, i won't be going crazy waiting for Ellora to finish her class!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh heck. i have to go. take care y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah just woke up. I slept when I got home. workshop seemed fine today...but for me, it wasn't really. we had new ones, the waves. freaking waves if you ask me.  I seriously can't get it! I am so over my head now, im freaking out! I can't get the waves! Body and Hand waves!!!  help! great. im really pissed with myself. How can a 13 year old get the waves, and I can't?! oh well, pardon me for that, we had new students today and I was really really really scared that i wouldn't be..you know..chosen to dance up front on the recital. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me and my foolish pride, but I'm used to being ushered infront to dance...ahhh...i need to get over this and move on! There's this interesting girl name Girene in my class...she's new, and she's 13. She's in the Jazz Funk class before us as well, and I was watching her while she danced and I've concluded, that if a girl like that danced with my boyfriend, i have to say goodbye to him. Hehehe! She's really gaddamn good! She's been in a ballet class before that's why when we did the stretches, i freaked out when i saw her do that freaking split! i can't split! freak! not that it mattered in street dancing, but i've got this thing for things that i cannot do, especially in dancing, since that's the only thing i know im good at...dancing! now im not so sure anymore. :'( got depressed just now, i was thinking of my performance a while ago and i was really not satisfied with it. Tomorrow we practice the Waves, Turn, and the Lock.  We are just going to start on the Lock tomorrow...i hope i do well. haha. get this..Pictorials on Monday. Seriously man. hehehe. Pictorials. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh..i did some sight seeing today. hehehe. I saw...wait...Director Laurenti Dyogi (waahh!!! he looks like Wang Lee Hom in that cute white hat and his new haircut! gaddamnit!)...I was really rather excited when i saw him! hehehe...i was like...OMG! That's Direk Lauren! SHIET! haha. They were having a shoot infront of my favorite spot...ahahaha..the Jamaican Patties shop...and we were all wondering why there were so many people, we settled in at a Chinese restaurant, when we saw HERO, JOROSS and MELISSA walking right towards us! freaked me out i swear. Ellora was like, OH MY GAWD! It's HERO! It's HERO! It's FREAKING HERO ANGELES! hehehe. They shot this scene with the computers, it has this Tantra game in it, i was wondering for 3 days if i can use the computer for internet..but it was just for free gaming. I don't know Tantra, so noo...hahaha. XD I was calling Rhanie when i saw another interesting person...hehe..guess who? Kristine Hermosa! She was taking a picture of Diether's image in the Bench Fix shop. Hehe, she was like 5 feet away from the screaming me! (Hero Rhanie! Hero is here!) She was smaller than me now, 3 years ago, we were of the same height..i guess..i grew more. Michelle of SCQ 1 arrived after a while. We also saw Ta Do and i was laughing hard..hehehe! Rhanie arrived a little later and she finally saw Hero! hehehe. Hero passed by us, tinkering with his cellphone. Joross saw Ellora and he was like, "Hello!" *waves*, and then he saw me smiling at what he did, and he was like, "Hey! Hello!" *waves*, the stupid me smiled stupidly and waved back. He was rather curious why Rhanie didn't looked at him! hehehe. Melissa just passed by us wearing a pink shirt and a hello kitty bag..hehehe. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..nothing really that eventful today. still depressed. I need to go now and wake up early so that i can practice the waves. Oh well, goodluck to me tomorrow. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao y'all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Four &amp; Five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew! back in the internet again! haha. i missed this...somehow. It's been a tiring week, and i've been through a lot of pain and stress...yuck...drama? hehe. OMG. i have to tell you guys, STREET DANCING ROCKS! i swear! it's like the best thing in the world! i love it! i simply love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the routines yesterday, and it was hella great! i love all of the steps! and duh..yeah, we are dancing to YEAH by USHER. I was like, DIE YEAH DIE! haha...but then again, it's really a great song, i love it now. hehe. like i didn't love it before. it's thanks to Vanness that i have that song by the way. *winks* Oh yeah, we did the Waves again. Much more difficult this time, we have the Body Wave, Side to Side Wave, Diagonal Wave, T-Wave, Press Wave, and the Shoulder to Head Wave (not too sure about the name...the last one XD)...do you know where we dance this stuff? the waves? Cool with you by Jennifer Love Hewitt! I know! I know! it's a very slow song! but you have got to see my instructor Sir J, he is just so good! The waves are so nice when he does it, it's Rhythm...oh heck, there's something sooo....sexy about that freaking Wave thing when Sir J dances it! XD XD XD OMG. I have a crush on Sir J! ^.^ OMG. And you have got to see the Floats. It's soooo *(@#($&amp;_(&amp;amp;*_!!!! To give you a clue what a float is...it's the stuff Michael Jackson and Usher does with their feet...like a moonwalk..but by the sides...and you sorta glide or something...freak he taught us that and i was like, "F*ck! i wanna marry usher but hell i don't want to be like him!" hahaha. Gad. I was just freaked out. I ended up doing it anyways. haha. I LOVE STREET DANCING!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. We tagged along with friends now..ahaha, before it's only Me, Ellora, Joyce Ann and Jona. But now, we have Kenneth, Krizia, Cherry, Aika, and Jerene (gad i wrong spelled her name before! XD) We stalked Celebrities and asked for pictures with them..hahaha, or if we feel a little bit embarrassed, we'd be like, saying "Hi!" to them instead. It's just so fun! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danilo is not Spencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, i saw Danilo yesterday with this hot babe JC, and i was like, "FREAK! It's SPENCER!" haha. I saw the REAL SPENCER a little while later, he was sitting next to me..haha! We saw Raver / Rover...whatever, he is Red in Spirits. Hahaha!!! But it was fun. We saw...more celebrities a little while, but i can't exactly remember their names. Today is rather eventful..haha, we saw John Pratts, and my friends from the workshop were like, I wanna take a picture! I was like, "SERIOUSLY?" and they took pictures with him...i ended up taking a picture with him and it looked like he and i were lovers. I'll post the picture once i get to upload it. haha. We saw Camille as well, but she was too busy chatting with people from the Gallery, so we didn't bother her anymore. We saw Joross and Roxanne, and my niece plus my friend Jona asked for a picture with them, and they said yes to it. We also saw Aaron, his sister Aika is one of my friends from the workshop so it was really funny asking for his picture...haha, but he obliged.  He was so embarrassed because he actually didn't expected it! haha. Oh well. Saw some cute little kids, i don't know their names, but Ellora had a picture with them too. Saw Kristine (i still hate you. hated you more now.), Eula, Dianne, Roderick, Ami, Maja, John Wane, and Jean...we only got to say hi, we were staying at Starbucks that time. It's was hella fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, do you know Daniel? from Star Dance? He is the super friendly person i've ever seen! Kenneth only met him yesterday and he actually sat beside us in Starbucks! He talked and talked and talked and he was super sweet! He asked that we come to the Star Dance finals i think next Saturday, and he actually begged we come! haha. He said even Ellora he wanted to see next Saturday on the Aliw theater! he even visited us on the 14th floor to watch us dance! XD he actually waved when he saw us, and he remembers my name!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *(#^$$^!@(#!!! i swear! He even introduced us to his friends, and even though he didn't look too good for my taste..hehe...he gets to look good everytime he did those sweet things XD waaaaaahhh!!! I LOVE YOU DANIEL! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..hahaha, that's it. :) I didn't see Jericho YET. If i do. My dreams of having pictures with him..hehehe, take note! pictures! hahaha. Will come true! after 8 freaking years!!!!!!!! JERICHO I LOVE YOU MORE!!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;whew. that's about it. :) i miss you all peeps! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Krizia just texted me she saw Jericho just now. OH HELL. X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT AGAIN: I begged Krizia to take a picture of Jericho, but she said he was in a hurry...so they didn't get to take a picture...he was fetched by his driver already...waaahhh... i didn't even know he had a driver! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't that a very long post? hehe. I posted that at LJ way way before. I'm just a LJyer, than a Blogger XD&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-111599356237386738?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/111599356237386738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=111599356237386738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111599356237386738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111599356237386738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/05/groove-it-behbeh-xd.html' title='Groove it behbeh! XD'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-111306556325676487</id><published>2005-04-09T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T08:03:27.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this was posted in my LJ but my other friends can't see it due to the fact that in LJ, i am for friends only :) so oh well...this goes out to &lt;strong&gt;my nikki&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;guess who's back? back again? ANGEL's back! ANGEL's back! ANGEL's back! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;aparently, i've become a monkey. haha. kidding. I'm back everyone! :) whoohoo :) long live ANGEL! haha. Alright, as promised, here are the pictures. hehe. just don't scream when you see the collage i did of myself. dear me, that was the only thing i was waking up for, THE CAMERA. CAMWHORE. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The "rest" House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is where we lived for that MARCH 23- APRIL 4, 2005 Vacation. It's our rest house just so you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/vacation/IMGA0080copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Angle One &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/vacation/IMGA0081copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Angle Two&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/vacation/IMGA0082copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Angle Three&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/vacation/IMGA0085copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Angle Four&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;get the drift? nope?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 546px; HEIGHT: 423px" height="440" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/vacation/IMGA0165.jpg" width="572" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;get it? WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FOREST. THE WOODS! OF NOWHERE PEOPLE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh well, it's rather advantagous when you sleep at night. haha. it's QUIET. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The "sneaky-annoying-Brats".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh that boy in the right, that's my cousin YRICK [YI-Rick] (9 yrs old), he is one of my charges, the other two is ELLORA (8 yrs old)and IRVIN (7 yrs old)...remember my models? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/vacation/collage01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you won't sleep soundly with this kids. Yrick snores so loud you think you're sleeping with a motor beside you. Irvin screams in your ears (because of tiredness of the whole day's play...he screams all the things he usually scream the whole day.) Ellora is very...violent. She puts her arms on your chest (make that, put it HEAVILY) and her legs lands on your stomach often...really. NIGHTMARE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but they are nice kids, i love them a lot lot :) (not when they're asleep ofcourse!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Poooppppieeess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ooohhh i have to tell you this, we have 4 new puppies in the resthouse! not breed though. mongrels :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/vacation/collage03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PANDA...BEAR. haha :) SIRIUS is actually, SIRIUS BLACK :) and BOO, well, it's ELLORA's suggestion. I'll prolly name that dog BOOMER as time goes by. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we went to the beach ofcourse, it's a TEN MINUTES walk, and if you ride a motorcycle, it takes around 2 minutes or less to get there :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WRITINGS IN THE SAND... hehehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/vacation/IMGA0296copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/vacation/IMGA0297copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in tribute to my beloved group. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/vacation/IMGA0299copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ahh yes, another beloved group. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/vacation/IMGA0325copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and that? is for everyone :) especially my OB1, cousin, my family and my NIKKI :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/vacation/collage04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ahehehe. mom found them rocks :) mother nature's artworks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Beyond the Horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ohhh and more of mother nature! i love sunsets, and sceneries. i love most of all, the sea. This is where we take our 4-6pm swim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/vacation/IMGA0333copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/vacation/IMGA0308copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/vacation/IMGA0275copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*the pictures are taken on different dates. the third picture was the picture of the sky only. Kinda makes you say...HEAVEN right? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Angel...me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and finally...my pictures :D hehehehe. you might want to see what i've been up to. poor me :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 511px; HEIGHT: 387px" height="427" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/an6elzhou/vacation/collage02.jpg" width="553" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i didn't have anything to do but to take pictures of myself. :)) i honestly love the new digicam. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ahh well. that's it for updates! haha. thanks for dropping by to read it! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;btw, im going back to the province this MAY, with the whole clan. :) i miss yah all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-111306556325676487?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/111306556325676487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=111306556325676487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111306556325676487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111306556325676487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-summer-2005.html' title='My Summer 2005'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-111108253247631672</id><published>2005-03-17T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T03:54:38.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE WALKED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saw this at &lt;a href="mailto:kenrainielovers@yahoogroups.com"&gt;kenrainielovers@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HE WALKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He could hear the crowds screaming "crucify" "crucify"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He could hear the hatred in their voices,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These were his chosen people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loved them,And they were going to crucify him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was beaten, bleeding and weakened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his heart was broken,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still He walked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could see the crowd as he came from the palace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knew each of the faces so well.He had created them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knew every smile, laugh, and shed tear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now they were contorted with rage and anger...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his heart broke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still He walked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was he scared?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and I would have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So his humanness would have mandated that he was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He felt alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His disciples had left, denied, and even betrayed him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He searched the crowd for a loving face and he saw very few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he turned his eyes to the only one that mattered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he knew that he would never be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looked back at the crowd, at the people who were spitting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At him, throwing rocks at him and mocking him and he knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That because of him, they would never be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So for them,He walked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of the hammer striking the spikes echoed through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The crowd. The sounds of his cries echoed even louder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cheers of the crowd, as his hands and feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Were nailed to the cross, intensified with each blow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loudest of all was the still small voice inside his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heart that whispered "I am with you, my son",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And God's heart broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had let his son walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus could have asked God to end his suffering,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But instead he asked God to forgive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to forgive him, but to forgive the ones who were persecuting him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As he hung on that cross, dying an unimaginable death,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looked out and saw, not only the faces in the crowd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But also, the face of every person yet to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And his heart filled with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As his body was dying, his heart was alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alive with the limitless, unconditional love he feels for each of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is why He walked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I forget how much My God loves me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember his walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I wonder if I can be forgiven, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember his walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I need reminded of how to live like Christ, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think of his walk.And to show him how much I love him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wake up each morning, turn my eyes to him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Author Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you think everything falls apart, don't lose faith. because honestly, i have lost mine, and when i did, that's when he showed me all. And here i am. back to his loving arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will walk. We would all walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-111108253247631672?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/111108253247631672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=111108253247631672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111108253247631672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111108253247631672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/03/he-walked.html' title='HE WALKED.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-111053315825802055</id><published>2005-03-11T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T01:25:58.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uplifting.</title><content type='html'>i ran away from home last March 9, 2005... went to Rhanie's dormitory. I am really so messed up these past few days, and i needed to sort it out, so what i did was leave a message for mom and dad, and then hit the road. I explained it to my sister, and she understood, my brother though, just said that Mom and Dad are used to this things already, so i need not to be afraid. Sorry Bro, but that's not the point. I ran away because i want to give mom and dad time to think things up, i want them to see my reason in the way it should be seen. I want them to understand me, i want them to know me...and that's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i am suppose to me happy, but i don't think i should be sad. I am back home already, went home last night, and it's very good to know that I am sleeping on my own bed again. Mom and Dad hasn't talked to me Heart to Heart yet, but I'm sure they would, either today, or tomorrow, i don't really care, just as long as they would. They need time, and i am willing to give them the time they would need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank people who have made all of this for me..you know easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rhanie&lt;/strong&gt;, thank you so much, you just have no idea how much i want to hug you and kiss you and thank you for all of my life for what you did for me. I ran to you and you accepted me with open arms. You and I may not really be cousins by blood, by heck, you are my cousin still. I love you sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tess &amp; Jem&lt;/strong&gt;, thank you because i know even though you are both having problems of your own, you still are there for me. No matter what. You are my NaiNai's...you will remain to be one forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zaq&lt;/strong&gt;, sure you have Ken almost controlling your life, but i am thankful, because even though that's the case, you still have time for me. And I thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my real family&lt;/strong&gt;, i want to thank you for the understanding that you gave...which i need. I love you so much, you just have no idea, how much this means to me. Rest assured, I'll do my best the next time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my friends in college&lt;/strong&gt;, you guys, i'll miss you. I'll miss those days where you blabber around saying those things you usually say, when we laugh at nonsense stuff, when we get mad with our professors, when we do the things we do... I will miss them all. I'll see you again i know, but this time, it will not be the same anymore. I said I will not go with the Change, but i didn't know it will cost me this much as to not be with you guys anymore. But you know what? Even if we are not together anymore, i am dead sure, that we'd always have each other. I look at you guys and I just couldn't help but cry. I am grasping the last threads of bonding we have...and those are? Memories. Hundreds of Pictures. Videos. and Words. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired. But I will not go. I will stay and I will continue where I left off. But at this moment, i just want to rest. By november, I will be on the go again, ha, that's a long long way, but considering how the days go, it will come as fast, and I'll be eating out with my friends again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You. &lt;strong&gt;To all who cared, who loved, who are there&lt;/strong&gt;. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-111053315825802055?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/111053315825802055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=111053315825802055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111053315825802055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111053315825802055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/03/uplifting.html' title='Uplifting.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-111019999583718585</id><published>2005-03-07T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T09:08:30.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tears...they drop part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are the people who believed in me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 555px; HEIGHT: 418px" height="413" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v480/skeptics_3is1/skeptics01.jpg" width="573" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and at this time...I miss them very very very very very much. :'( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got the news from &lt;strong&gt;HELGA&lt;/strong&gt;; she bumped into &lt;strong&gt;KLARISE, EUNICE, HONEY, BUNNY&lt;/strong&gt; (waahh...honeybunny i miss you both! :'( ) and then she asked them what happened to me, and they were like, "&lt;em&gt;we don't know...she just stop...going to school all of a sudden&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's been almost 2 weeks. and whenever i make new wallies, I look into their pictures with me, and I feel them tears fall from my eyes. I miss them so much, but i’m also tired...if I go back to school and continue where I left off, it would be much harder, and though I know they'd all lend a hand...I still feel tired about it all...I just want to rest...i’m not happy with what's happening in school...and if I still continue it, all the unhappiness will pile up, and ill explode one day...and that's not a very beautiful sight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll miss my classmates more and more each day...long for their smiles, their talks, their laughter...ill even cry at night when I hear them calling my name...bloody hell! I seem as if they're really gone forever! haha. They’re not. They will always be there...I know it...always be there... ahhh... I miss seeing their faces. If I do see them, ill hug them one by one...tightly...and I’ll never let go...wishing that it would last. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I sound like I’m dying. But maybe I am dying, i just choose not to say it to you guys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Please forgive me :( I just in the state of sadness and I miss them very very much :( plus the music I’m listening to isn't helping...at all! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fan Wei Chi's Start a Journey (Tomorrow OST)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei yi tian dou you yi xie shi qing jiang hui fa sheng&lt;br /&gt;Mei duan lu dou you ji jiang yao lai de luu cheng&lt;br /&gt;Mei ke xin dou you zhi de qi dai de cheng fen&lt;br /&gt;Mei ge ren dou you ai shang ling yi ge ren de ke neng&lt;br /&gt;Xiang ai jiu bu neng hai pa hui you shang hen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei you ren wan zheng&lt;br /&gt;Que you ren neng xin ren&lt;br /&gt;Cai zhao dao yong heng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiang dao da ming tian&lt;br /&gt;Xian zai jiu yao qi cheng&lt;br /&gt;Zhi you ni neng dai wo zou xiang wei lai de luu cheng&lt;br /&gt;Xiang dao da ming tian&lt;br /&gt;Xian zai jiu yao qi cheng&lt;br /&gt;Ni neng rang wo kan jian&lt;br /&gt;Hei ye guo qu tian&lt;br /&gt;Kai shi ming liang de guo cheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit to hookedforeverver of &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/hookedforever" target="_blank"&gt;4inLove REVOLUTION&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://s8.invisionfree.com/ryifc_ph"&gt;RYIFC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-111019999583718585?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/111019999583718585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=111019999583718585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111019999583718585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111019999583718585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/03/tearsthey-drop-part-2.html' title='tears...they drop part 2.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-111019744515414629</id><published>2005-03-07T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T04:16:42.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears...they drop.</title><content type='html'>i drop by to post this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sometimes we have to sacrifice something big, to get something huge. We throw away our dreams today, but one day, we'd pick it up. So I won't throw it away, just put it in my pocket...cause I'm going to need them one day."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i was the one who said that...i was quoted by HELGA, my friend in school, and my close friend in LJ, today...and i feel very special. for the very first time in my life...i felt i did it right. :) i just have to find the courage to really make it. love yah HELGA :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-111019744515414629?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/111019744515414629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=111019744515414629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111019744515414629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/111019744515414629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/03/tearsthey-drop.html' title='tears...they drop.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-110987150401044160</id><published>2005-03-03T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T09:38:24.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is For Diana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don’t believe in fairytales," she answered. "But I do believe in me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for the girl who made me smile. who understood. who lend me her shoulder, and even her love's shoulder...this is for you who believed in me. who had faith in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is for you Diana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/angelworks/fordiana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can never thank you enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because of all that you did for me. i am thankful. and i hope you'd find that SOLACE you gave me...by just holding my hand (though you didn't actually did) and for lending me your shoulder to cry on. :) love you sis. And i know he loves you too. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-110987150401044160?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/110987150401044160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=110987150401044160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110987150401044160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110987150401044160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-for-diana.html' title='This is For Diana.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-110986292428040468</id><published>2005-03-03T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T07:15:24.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Whoring.</title><content type='html'>im lonely, but my depression cannot stay for long, once it leaves once it comes back...but i felt like making another wallie of myself...gawd, narcissistic! hahaha. indulge me! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/angelworks/camwhore01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me on my old phone nokia 3650, miss that phone so much. i had short hair then...muahahaha...don't i look nicer now? hehehe. :P a change in color, so KEN LIKE! wahahaha...BLUER THAN BLUE....geeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when photoshop was created, they should've had this thing written on the cd label, "NO TO NARCISSISM..." hahaha! cause, i've been doing wallies not of KEN and RAINIE nowadays...but of myself! muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. still depressed. anybody? shoulder? tissue? please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-110986292428040468?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/110986292428040468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=110986292428040468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110986292428040468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110986292428040468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-whoring.html' title='Just Whoring.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-110986108083213986</id><published>2005-03-03T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T06:44:40.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression Overload.</title><content type='html'>i just want somebody to talk to right now. i'd lean my head on your shoulder, and weep the whole night, until i feel alright...and then tomorrow, i will wish for a better day...and if i won't get it again...ill look for another somebody, and i'll repeat the process all over again...until i feel okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until i find myself again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-110986108083213986?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/110986108083213986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=110986108083213986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110986108083213986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110986108083213986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/03/depression-overload.html' title='Depression Overload.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-110978605461145197</id><published>2005-03-02T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T09:54:14.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Beautiful Cheng Lin.</title><content type='html'>i just want to post something that would bring color to my dull life. And here she is, our dear Cheng Lin :) she never fails to make me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/rainie_chu2/guess05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's wearing that top she wore on the COS PROMOTION...remembering KEN? hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v644/rainie_ken4ever/Rainie/Guess%20Guess%20Guess/new_GGG2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing the orange dudette? hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love her smile...she never fails to make me feel fresh, brightened up. you just say Rainie and you can make me smile :D i hope that we could bring her smiles when we see each other in person..hehehe, hopefully this june :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-110978605461145197?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/110978605461145197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=110978605461145197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110978605461145197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110978605461145197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/03/our-beautiful-cheng-lin.html' title='Our Beautiful Cheng Lin.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-110978575722544846</id><published>2005-03-02T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T09:49:17.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is For Sheryl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;as requested, here's the MANDARIN VERSION of PRETTY BOY. &lt;/strong&gt;whew, a break from all them depressed entries. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Boy (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 1 Tou tou kan ni de lian Xin qing bian cheng qing tian Wo xiang zhe chuang wai mo mo xiang nian Xi wang ni nen ting de jian Ni de hao ni de huai Quan bu wo dou xiang ai Ni ming bu ming bai shuo bu chu lai Xin zhong dui ni de yi lai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS Oh my pretty pretty boy I love you Yin wei yao tiao mei mei bu hui jia zhuang ai Pretty pretty boy of mine Dui ni shuo sheng hai Oh my pretty pretty boy I need you Oh my yao tiao mei mei zhi xiang ai Shuo ni bu zou Yao ni bie zou Qing liu xia lai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2 Kan bie ren shou qian shou Wo ye kan ye ji mo Wo xiang yao ni shuo zhi dui wo shuo Shuo ni xin zhong zhi you wo Ni ming ming hen ai wo Ming ming bu xiang yao zou Wei shen me bu gan fu chu tai duo Shi bu shi pa zhen ai shang wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE Oh pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy Shuo ni ye ai wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;i copy pasted it, and that's how it freakin look like. geez. oh well, enjoy Sheryl! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-110978575722544846?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/110978575722544846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=110978575722544846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110978575722544846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110978575722544846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-for-sheryl.html' title='This is For Sheryl.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-110952562181271273</id><published>2005-02-27T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T09:33:41.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"i believe i can, i believe i will, i believe i know what dreams i have..." - I believe from the movie HONEY starring Jessica Alba (know dark angel?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's all i can say. wow, it's monday already people! it's monday! meaning tomorrow would be tuesday, and i have to endure my classmates' taunting about why i haven't went to class last wednesday, and then last thursday and then last saturday, they would all tell me how i've been messing my life and then they would all tell me how i suck. Yeah, that's what i would hear. *cries* i can just type that word cause my eyes won't act up anymore...ill be blind by march...wohoo! actually, i don't really care anymore. I'm just so tired. I just want to stop...yeah...just stop, and then i won't go on anymore. it does happen really, when you see your life as a waste, and you just want to run away from it...but me? nah...i can't run away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a hypocrite. I told jairah last night that to become a good person...don't hold grudges...well it's true you know...because the more you hate somebody, the more you turn into that somebody...truly, look at me, i hated my brother and sister for not finishing college on time, or for dropping when they were in third year...but look what i did? i dropped my two subjects...i hope there won't be anymore to drop though...i love my mom and dad very much, and i want to make them happy...im going to tell them that the pressure got to me, and i just had to FA it rather than have an F, because i couldn't understand anything anymore...i know there would be screams and scolds...but you know...i hope they get over it somehow...it's hard...but i have to do it. As my friend Liezl always says, "one year Candy...only one year...we'd be done and over this thing..." Yeah Liezl...one year...I'll hold on to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do i have this week? Ohh, i have a report tomorrow in INTERNATIONAL SECURITY, about treaties, conferences, and conventions about Human Rights Protection/Promotion and Arms and Disarmaments...i have them already, Nikki helped me do that last week. So i just have to practice how to report it later when i wake up...since it's 1:21 am already. And then, after i practice, ill go to a doctor, have her/him make me a medical certificate that i had sore eyes last week...and then try to convince everyone that i did have sore eyes...yeah...pray i get that medical certificate okay?, and then when i get back, ill go online again...no, not to check on the groups...but to research for the BUSH Sr&amp;Jr achievements, something about terrorism, and then contest realism...yeah, that's it. I don't know how many pages, but im willing to make up to 10 pages so as to make Sir Ringo happy...goodness, my professor deserves to be happy. Yeah. And then if i still have time, ill go memorize my lines for Bernarda Alba, and try to act them out...hopefully...my acting skills have improved...see...i don't really act...i dance more. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes that sigh again, hmm, what else to do? yeah, make my other papers...and then start planning for that video...because this saturday, im going to have my diplomatic night...hopefully, i'll get to pull this all together...you know, im doing a speech for singapore, and i don't want to hear Sir Ringo say that i am making college as a playground...that's not it Sir Ringo...college is harrassing me...that's why im all messed up...but yeah, you did say I should not make that as an excuse...so i won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? oh yeah, the clearance! i have to finish that one, pay for all those stuffs i borrowed in the library, and then fix all those signatures...i need to graduate by 2006! so yeah, pull myself together...yeah, that's what i am going to do. So Angel...wake up! wake up! wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, this week ends beautifully...it's my month you know...MY BIRTHDAY MONTH...today is the last day of FEBRUARY, by MARCH 1, i hope everything starts well...in preparation for my birthday. Cross your fingers y'all :) i would need all the prayers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been abandoning God recently...thinking that he had abandoned me...but the truth is? I had abandoned him...the time when i asked for something and it didn't come true...ahh...i was used to getting what i want...now i have to get used to the fact that not everything i want would be the ones God would give me...especially now that I don't really deserve it. I hope that this time around, even if i don't, I would pass my classes...i want to graduate! I'm really pressured...I'm harrassed! waahh. And oh yeah...no to boys for now alright? say goodbye to Roween. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, i need to fix all those debts i have...im scared that i'll be full of them i'd die! but im not really scared to die...i just, i just don't want to give further problems to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last sigh...because im heading off to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear GOD, help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-110952562181271273?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/110952562181271273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=110952562181271273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110952562181271273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110952562181271273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/02/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-110801182403333539</id><published>2005-02-09T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T21:03:44.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>depression overload.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Shuo ni ye ai wo..." -Pretty boy by M2M (mandarin version)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. i did say i am going to face the freaking day with a smile,but noo...i cannot. dear me. I went to all my classes, took the test, watched the debate, listened to the discussion about NATO, spoke to my philo prof about my finals...it all seemed great, i mean, wow, considering my status as a student, i say that's really great...don't you think so? so smiling, i left the classroom, oh how i know i would love love this day...but then...the thing i wanted to escape and just don't bother to think about, ate me up, just now. And there it goes again, everything I've tried to block and look at happily, are now like Phantoms of the opera, enveloping me with their shadows....FREAK THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to look forward to today? i have no idea...but to smile, yeah, that's what i am going to do. i just have to breathe in and out, and just take it as a blessing and not as something bad. afterall, i can go to HK whenever I want...yeah...*cries* dear me, who am i kidding? i CAN go to HK, but will KEN BE THERE? unfortunately, i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to rest for that day...rest my mind and spirit, renew myself...for that brittle faith i have nowadays...i don't...well, it seems as if i don't believe in God anymore...it's not because of the HK trip really...it's because of all the things that is happening...that i can't seem to stop...that i can't seem to prevent...that i can't seem to control...that i can't seem to hold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. today...i am depressed more than ever...more than ever....more than ever... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those freaking tears that i need? no. they won't fall yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-110801182403333539?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/110801182403333539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=110801182403333539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110801182403333539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110801182403333539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/02/depression-overload.html' title='depression overload.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-110785170684375527</id><published>2005-02-07T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T00:35:06.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"As long as the stars shine down from the heaven, As long as the rivers run to the seaI'll never get over you, getting over me..." - Never get over you getting over me by Expose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the most bummer days of all the bummer days in the world. i'm finding the courage to even relate what happened. but yeah i have to. went to school very late, class was 730, got to school at 845, so yeah, that's first MAJOR class missed, and then when it was time for second class i was too depressed, talk to ZAQ and cried my heart out because i will not see that guy in the picture frame....along with so many other issues concerning...Me who else? and then after so much depression i head to the clinic to get medicine because i was in need to vomit and my world was turning round and round, zaq and i talk about Ken and Rainie for a while, after a few minutes, i head back to the clinic, feeling still there, and then slept till 12 pm. so yeah, and then after that i head to mom's office feeling...well...sad...lonely...depressed. and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad day. bad bad bad day. make me smile will yah? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-110785170684375527?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/110785170684375527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=110785170684375527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110785170684375527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110785170684375527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/02/depression.html' title='Depression.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-110778526296814637</id><published>2005-02-07T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T06:27:02.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Two AM...and the rain is falling..here we are at the crossroads once again, you're telling me you're so confused, you can't make up your mind...is this meant to be...your asking me?" --Only Love by Trademark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am prolly insane. I don't know. I am just...messed up. I don't understand what's happening to myself anymore. It's not like I am me...it's...i don't know. I am so messed up. I don't know how I can still go on...All the problems I had before, they all jump into me right now, and suddenly I couldn't solve any...as in...I don't know what to do first, my priorities all messed up. This is so not me, most of the time, before, I solve each and everyone's problems...now...even my problem I cannot solve. I become the worst of me. I hate myself. I can't even cry anymore! My tearducts don't cooperate with me...I want to cry and bang my head on the wall but I can't. It's one of those days...I really really hate myself. I didn't get a good start this year have I? I am so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time depression doesn't give me the ability to write, or type...this time, i am just immobile. nothing is going to happen. I just look at the computer screen, pretend that I am okay, even if I am not. I smile even if I am not okay inside. I'm a wreck. My whole being is in havoc. What has happened? Why can't I do something about this? Why can't I cry?! That of all things is what I need, but I can't cry. I want to scream and bawl...but to have tears rolling down my cheeks...is what I cannot have... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the people whom I had messed up too...I am so sorry...I have tried and tried, but to no avail, there is nothing that I can do. I am so empty right now...I don't know what would fill me up. Staring at Ken's picture nor ZaiZai's nor Rainie (which always makes me happy) isn't helping me anymore. I am immune to all sorts of Stimulants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please tears...please fall...if only it could wipe away the unhappiness that I feel...please do fall..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-110778526296814637?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/110778526296814637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=110778526296814637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110778526296814637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110778526296814637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/02/sadness.html' title='Sadness.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-110770352251260187</id><published>2005-02-06T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T06:52:26.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She was accepted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes it's wrong to walk away, though you think it's over, knowing there's so much more to say, suddenly the moments gone, and all your dreams are upside down..." --Have You Ever by S Club 7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something so wrong with me. some so very wrong. could you believe...me..Angel of Zhou...accepting XU WEI LUN? well. i can't believe it either...but i have to believe it. hehehe. well, it's okay for me now, actually, this day had been so fun, i am scared what would happen tomorrow...sigh. i just hope everything gets brighter from now on...cause i've been depressed since the start of the semester...and it's not really doing me any good. I hope that i'd look up. You know, it's fun that i update and all, but being sad all the time...isn't funny. I know i update when im sad, and im making fics like mad nowadays...and that's not good at all! I mean, that means im full of loneliness this past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i can say. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-110770352251260187?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/110770352251260187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=110770352251260187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110770352251260187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110770352251260187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-she-was-accepted.html' title='And She was accepted.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-110728622325615818</id><published>2005-02-01T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T07:02:03.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ken Magnetism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ken Magnetism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that guy has made me go crazy over his voice! and now, he had made me go crazy over his looks! i am going to kill Ken Chu! i swear. gawd, i am crazy over him now...did you know i am going to Hongkong or wherever he maybe this february just to get to see him? and to think i didn't even thought of hunting zaizai when he had his album launching...but no...for Ken Chu i am willing to go ANYWHERE! damn that man. He knows he's cute. I hate him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hate you ken! i hate you! i don't want to be with you ever! ever! ever! damn. but i want! :'( and to think i am the owner of RYIFC, and not only the owner, but the Heads of all HEADS! damn it! Ken is for Rainie, Rainie is for Ken. Didn't i just set that rule for all Ken and Rainie Fans?! didn't I?! freak the world. freak the world! i swear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;KEN ANO BEH?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wo Yao Kentucky" *dances like a kid*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Ken Chu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-110728622325615818?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/110728622325615818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=110728622325615818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110728622325615818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110728622325615818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/02/ken-magnetism.html' title='The Ken Magnetism'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-110728592351192633</id><published>2005-02-01T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T06:59:39.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realism. Singapore. International Studies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realism. Singapore. International Studies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i swear. i am so tired. i am so tired of doing anything...anything at all. i just want to stop, right there, in one moment, everything will not move, and i am will be at peace. i am tired from all the research, from all the reports, the endless discussions about laws, politics and evolution, nationalism, and international relations...diplomacy and the international security. i am tired. just too tired to even cope with all the lessons that are coming and going. my classmates say they expect more from me, that i should do more than what i am doing, that most of all, i should fall in love with my course. But honestly, how can i fall in love with something that i don't even like from the first place? this is not what i wanted, but it's too late to fall back. i am trying hard everyday, but the more i try hard, the more i would come to resent everything that i do. it's hard you know. sometimes, i just want to stop breathing, if only to still the moment, and i'll just fly away...like how my name says...angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am doing a paper on international relations, and the more i look at it, the more i feel stupid, or as helga would say, &lt;strong&gt;stoopeed&lt;/strong&gt;. indeed, it is. i feel as if i am discussing a nonesense topic, that i am saying something that is without sense. how can i even become the diplomat that i wanted to be now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i could only sigh, and just do what i must do. i would want to state though, that i am not doing this for myself, but for my parents. i've always wanted to be an IT specialist, or somebody who is well verse, or a dancer...or even, zaizai's PA (hehe. that was a joke!)...but i can't...and there goes another sigh. oh well, i have to be responsible, thanks to my brother and sister. geez. nice life i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"but me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-ken chu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-110728592351192633?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/110728592351192633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=110728592351192633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110728592351192633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110728592351192633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/02/realism-singapore-international.html' title='Realism. Singapore. International Studies.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-110657670518114907</id><published>2005-01-24T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T06:25:05.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guy who said he was ZZ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE GUY WHO SAID HE LOOKED LIKE ZZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should all read this chat transcript. it's funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junyao : LOOK,IF THIS CONVERSATION IS GOIN TO END US THEN I MUST&lt;br /&gt; an6elpotter: the more i think about you, the more i get confused.&lt;br /&gt;junyao : SIGNED OFF!!&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: fine!&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: sign off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. looked like a boyfriend fight? hehehe. it's not! here's what happened first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: YOU ARE 25?!&lt;br /&gt;junyao : yup why?&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: but..zz is...he is 23.&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: and you said you ahve the same birthday&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: everything was the same&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: how can that be?&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: zz can't be lying about his age..&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: i know he isn't&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: JUNYAO TELL ME THE TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;junyao : im coming 25 this june&lt;br /&gt;junyao : dont b lyk that&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: zz, is coming 24 this june.&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: you said you are of the same age.&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: how can i not be like this?&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: you can just tell me honestly&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: i won't get mad&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: i just want to know the truth&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: i feel stupid here you know&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: don't make me feel that way&lt;br /&gt;junyao : yah&lt;br /&gt;junyao : im comin 24&lt;br /&gt;junyao : but must be advance&lt;br /&gt;junyao : im comin 25&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: one more lie junyao.&lt;br /&gt;an6elpotter: one more lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then next was the chat you first read. hahaha. as if! i am so going to kill him! gawd. ill go now. i have to research on US NAVY SEALS..hahaha. something about them :) see yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-110657670518114907?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/110657670518114907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=110657670518114907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110657670518114907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110657670518114907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/01/guy-who-said-he-was-zz.html' title='The Guy who said he was ZZ.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-110656834170496840</id><published>2005-01-24T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T04:05:41.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ken and Rainie Sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Ken and Rainie Sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll be prolly thinking, what sadness am i on? i dunno, it's been a while, there are no news about Ken or Rainie coming out, besides the fact that Rainie has a new series, and Ken is promoting his album. There really aren't anything...No news about the Two of them together either. I'm really so sad for them both. I feel like crying..actually, i am already crying. It saddens me, that they are going over this stuffs. Thank you to Mayi and Jason by the way...for ruining Ken and Rainie's lives. I can't believe such people exist. *sigh* even my new layout for tina looks sad. :( oh well. I better get off the net now, i need to do some stuff for school. since i promise of getting up. I know Ken and Rainie are down right now...but i can't stay down for them either..i mean, i have to be one of the people to be strong of them...somehow, i hope it would help :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as the stars shine down from the heaven..'long as the river run down to the sea...ill never get over you getting over me... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;listening to&lt;/strong&gt; : Only Love by Trademark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talking to&lt;/strong&gt; : Tess -- ChunShu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;manipulating&lt;/strong&gt; : Ken and Rainie Pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feeling&lt;/strong&gt; : down... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reading&lt;/strong&gt; : Ken and Rainie's minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-110656834170496840?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/110656834170496840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=110656834170496840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110656834170496840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110656834170496840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/01/ken-and-rainie-sadness.html' title='The Ken and Rainie Sadness'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-110650834705221899</id><published>2005-01-23T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T11:25:47.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate mayi sato and her boyfriend who sucked.</title><content type='html'>finally! mission accomplished! i am so loving my layout! hehehe. it's so nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh back to the title. gawd, i am so mad at mayi sato and that hideous guy from 5566 whom i made an icon before because of my friend jamie. i am so erasing it! gawd, i can't believe i made an icon like that! it just..it just sucked! damn. why do they have to do this thing to ken? i mean, ken didn't do anything bad to them. He was just silently making his album, launching it with a blast, having fun...falling in love *giddy* i mean..what is so wrong with that? with regards to falling in love, it's not Mayi he had fell in love with, it's Rainie! gawd, i am so going to kill that girl. Rainie, i hope you can react to this, i mean, Ken wouldn't react, but for his sake, he's being dragged to something here...i mean, all is not true about Mayi and him right? gawd, i hate that Mayi "daing" girl! she ruins my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't want to further ruin my day so i will not think of her anymore. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life you ask? i am having fun with what i am doing, the RYIFC event, the KCIFC event, the KRL event...all those stuffs. but a terrible cost. i am so dying. im messed up. my life is all messed up. i don't really want to write about this, but i had to...i have to let this all out. My academics is going haywire...i have gone mad, and everything is a mess...i am trying to stand up from the fall...and it's hard to stand up. My friends in school are helping me though...they are trying hard...and i just keep on surfing the net, if only to take away my sadness. I don't want to go to school anymore, but heck, i can't stay like this...i can't just run the fanclub forever...one day ill just get tired, and ill go back to school. So while i can, ill try hard to be able to stand up again, and study hard...many people are helping me stand up, and as if i am glued to the ground, just looking up the sky...dreaming...i have to stop this. i have to hold onto their hands, and walk with them...join the real journey...but once in a while, looking back at the clouds...you know? gawd...help... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for my first ever entry. i expect ill be here often. because i just love the layout! hahaha. i might leave LJ! i might! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-110650834705221899?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/110650834705221899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=110650834705221899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110650834705221899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110650834705221899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-hate-mayi-sato-and-her-boyfriend-who.html' title='i hate mayi sato and her boyfriend who sucked.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347621.post-110650568162610482</id><published>2005-01-23T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T10:41:21.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Test.</title><content type='html'>hello everyone! just testing the blog. I need to test cause im making sure if my layout is good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347621-110650568162610482?l=angelzhou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/feeds/110650568162610482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347621&amp;postID=110650568162610482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110650568162610482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347621/posts/default/110650568162610482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelzhou.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-test.html' title='Blog Test.'/><author><name>Angel Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117181460518572311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
