<?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-9181445924840855750</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:48:30.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caged-Bird's-Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-bird-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181445924840855750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-bird-without-wings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chingyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632006396119972141</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181445924840855750.post-9042555253179166584</id><published>2008-07-07T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:50:50.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday we went to east coast to BBQ, but guess what, I don't like the food. We had satays half cooked, burnt chicken wings and some bloody drumsticks. Ha! As if I'll like that, but there's loads of jelly that I like. Woopee to my friends mother!&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, that guy went. Yup, he just absolutely has to appear, and for no reason. Oh well, his mum went so he had to go, but his presence just totally damps everything. Exactly like what the old people say, the more you hate the person, the more he appears. So what should I do? Love him so much that he doesn't appear anymore? Yeah right, like that will ever happen. And he is sooo short, only 160+. Not that I care but if he is trying to act macho it seriously doesnt work, I've got more muscle that him. Geez. Enough of him, I absolutely hate him!!!&lt;br /&gt;So we went cycling around the park. I love the bike I rent, whoa! Super stable and stuff! But my legs can't reach the floor, unless I tilt one side-.- I should grow up soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then when we were cycling halfway two guys overtook us. Note: I don't know them at all. But then my friend and I decided to fool around, so we went cycling at our fastest speed and overtake them. So lame. But very funny. You should see those guys'faces. Totally diao. And then they won't lose face to us so they tried to catch up on us. Note: They don't know us either.&lt;br /&gt;Think they can catch up? No way! Our bikes are mountain bikes, and have over I don't know how many gears, so we were still leading. And they were getting despo, cauz you can't lose to girls right? Then... we realise our renting time was up and we had overshot the rental shop, so we had to do a U-turn back. So they won. But we let them, no great deal.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards when we thought of it it was quite funny, I mean, we don't know them and they don't know us and we are like playing... er... bike catching?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whatever. It only shows that I'm too childhood deprived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181445924840855750-9042555253179166584?l=a-bird-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-bird-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/9042555253179166584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181445924840855750&amp;postID=9042555253179166584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181445924840855750/posts/default/9042555253179166584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181445924840855750/posts/default/9042555253179166584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-bird-without-wings.blogspot.com/2008/07/beach-day.html' title='Beach Day'/><author><name>chingyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632006396119972141</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-9181445924840855750.post-5230116664661059275</id><published>2008-07-03T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T06:08:17.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yah! I managed to redo my whole blog, and I'm pretty happy with the blogskin, since it rather reminds me of myself when I was in primary school. I'm pretty deprived in primary school, cause I could not catch up with the english her and I spent most of the time studying. But that's all about the past, so yep, I'm not like that anymore now.&lt;br /&gt;This blogskin reminds me of an incident that happened a few months ago, about this poor baby bird. Well, it tried to fly when it's wings were still not fully developed, so it end up injuring itself. And the wing was broken, and of course, I doubt if it could fly anymore even if the worlds best vet looks at it.&lt;br /&gt;A bird's wings are very precious to it, and it needs them to survive. So I wondered if the bird should be put to sleep or to let it heal still? No matter how we heal it, a wound will always be a wound and what is broken will still be broken.&lt;br /&gt;Same to human, I wondered if my true dream was really broken in primary school. If the bird has wings, then the wings for human should be our dreams right? But if you aren't strong, dreams can be broken easily. No, I'm not going to go on preaching, although I sound as if I am, but it's just my own thougts I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Hm... Let's just say I used to want to become the greatest vet in the world, and I still have that dream, no worries, it's not broken. As for my true dream, I won't say it, cause you'll notice how I'm so different now from the dream I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats how ignorant people are, clinging on to their dreams, desperately trying to fly even when they know they can't. But if thats the case, I'll rather be the fool then to give up my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9181445924840855750-5230116664661059275?l=a-bird-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-bird-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/5230116664661059275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9181445924840855750&amp;postID=5230116664661059275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181445924840855750/posts/default/5230116664661059275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9181445924840855750/posts/default/5230116664661059275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-bird-without-wings.blogspot.com/2008/07/broken-wings.html' title='Broken Wings'/><author><name>chingyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632006396119972141</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>
