<?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-3274141890660127571</id><updated>2011-09-13T09:32:39.987+08:00</updated><category term='Solo.'/><category term='We belong together'/><category term='I used to love swimming'/><category term='Whoever said it&apos;s impossible to miss what you never had'/><title type='text'>DSCH</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274141890660127571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DSCH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01725768491304058842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hP5xZDAh2ZE/SpFp1sI8EiI/AAAAAAAAD_o/QdkPWPpenk8/S220/Photo1606.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274141890660127571.post-1530042370708594649</id><published>2011-09-13T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T01:47:35.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whoever said it&apos;s impossible to miss what you never had'/><title type='text'>Never almost had you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All the memories are coming back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've always been running away from that nightmare, but it's all coming back to me tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hate how much I'm feeling right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hate how my eyes are wet as I'm typing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hate how I still miss you especially times like this, in the middle of the night, many nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;So tonight, just let me take my time and reminisce.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274141890660127571-1530042370708594649?l=lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com/feeds/1530042370708594649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wish-you-were-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274141890660127571/posts/default/1530042370708594649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274141890660127571/posts/default/1530042370708594649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wish-you-were-here.html' title='Never almost had you'/><author><name>DSCH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01725768491304058842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hP5xZDAh2ZE/SpFp1sI8EiI/AAAAAAAAD_o/QdkPWPpenk8/S220/Photo1606.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274141890660127571.post-3535773960082887522</id><published>2011-01-31T02:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T09:32:40.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I used to love swimming'/><title type='text'>It was once.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tag replies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ava: Thank you for reading! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;EGG: Thank you for reading too! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just hope my posts won't bore you both out :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ever since I was a kid, I love swimming a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remembered I told Mom, I wanted to be a swimmer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would bug her to sign me up for swimming lessons,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and when she signed me up for swimming lessons,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would start bugging her to bring me to the pools everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Swimming lessons are on Wednesdays,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but Mom would still bring me to the pool every weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Playing in the water, swimming. I was so much a happy kid then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But ever since I started schooling, I don't swim as much as I used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course there were times when school would bring us to the pools,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and I would always swim as fast as I could, trying to win the other kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Soon after, I graduated from Primary School,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and started Secondary School life, and from then, swimming came to a full stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Usually depends on how you look at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It could be carefree, lazily swimming on a Sunday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It could be really fast, as though you are swimming towards the medal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To me, it's a sports which is relaxing yet requires lots of stamina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In my school, there was this big pond full of fishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would always stand at the second level and look at them swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It slowly became a habit. Rain or shine, I would at least look at them once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every time I look at fishes swimming around in the pond, I feel envious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Envious that they are so carefree and have no worries at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe that was why I would always swim when I'm feeling down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And maybe that was the reason why, I started swimming again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hP5xZDAh2ZE/TUWfHroUzRI/AAAAAAAAEWc/oCgoGhY8j78/s400/Swimming_by_VeronicaPhoto.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568031468633246994" border="0" /&gt;At the age of 17, I would swim only when I have time.&lt;div&gt;And as I get older, swimming, slowly becomes something.&lt;br /&gt;Something I couldn't really describe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered how I would swim so much like a swimmer.&lt;div&gt;I would always try to clear my thoughts when swimming.&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael Phelps was my favorite swimmer then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I couldn't be as fast as him, and I'm not as good as him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I would always swim as fast as I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For him, it was the medal, the win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, what was I swimming for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hP5xZDAh2ZE/TUWfH-IAlMI/AAAAAAAAEWk/aJ1hfoh2lEs/s400/swimmer.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568031473597977794" border="0" /&gt;Ever since that fall, things changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stopped doing laps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stopped going to the pools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stopped swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was it because we used to swim together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was it because swimming was your favourite sport?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was it because being a swimmer was your dream too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or, was it because swimming reminds me, of you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hP5xZDAh2ZE/TUWfIWWLodI/AAAAAAAAEWs/sTMue-X6zNU/s400/swimming_by_Master_G.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 290px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568031480099873234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just can't look at it the same way anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274141890660127571-3535773960082887522?l=lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com/feeds/3535773960082887522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-was-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274141890660127571/posts/default/3535773960082887522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274141890660127571/posts/default/3535773960082887522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-was-once.html' title='It was once.'/><author><name>DSCH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01725768491304058842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hP5xZDAh2ZE/SpFp1sI8EiI/AAAAAAAAD_o/QdkPWPpenk8/S220/Photo1606.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hP5xZDAh2ZE/TUWfHroUzRI/AAAAAAAAEWc/oCgoGhY8j78/s72-c/Swimming_by_VeronicaPhoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274141890660127571.post-7319257837773208865</id><published>2011-01-26T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T09:25:17.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We belong together'/><title type='text'>Hi Bimbos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tag replies:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;EGG: I'll never not know you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ava: I have no idea what to write, mind's a mess :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi there bimbo sisters and everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I don't even know who's gonna read this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if you are reading this, please leave me a message! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, this is a new blog, just with the same URL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't delete the old one, just because it contains too much memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only changed the link for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I don't know how what to write, but I just feel like writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hP5xZDAh2ZE/TT7bevf07xI/AAAAAAAAEWU/cQqeu8_QoB0/s1600/Photo3179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hP5xZDAh2ZE/TT7bevf07xI/AAAAAAAAEWU/cQqeu8_QoB0/s400/Photo3179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566127510669029138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the first photo I see when I open my long untouched photo folder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brings back so much, and it's also when I realize I didn't upload it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hP5xZDAh2ZE/TT7beF7XyaI/AAAAAAAAEWM/MGnIYp_XHbs/s1600/_set_me_free__by_ver00nika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hP5xZDAh2ZE/TT7beF7XyaI/AAAAAAAAEWM/MGnIYp_XHbs/s400/_set_me_free__by_ver00nika.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566127499510270370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Set me free. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274141890660127571-7319257837773208865?l=lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com/feeds/7319257837773208865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-bimbo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274141890660127571/posts/default/7319257837773208865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274141890660127571/posts/default/7319257837773208865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-bimbo.html' title='Hi Bimbos.'/><author><name>DSCH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01725768491304058842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hP5xZDAh2ZE/SpFp1sI8EiI/AAAAAAAAD_o/QdkPWPpenk8/S220/Photo1606.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hP5xZDAh2ZE/TT7bevf07xI/AAAAAAAAEWU/cQqeu8_QoB0/s72-c/Photo3179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274141890660127571.post-2211213553895946840</id><published>2011-01-25T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T03:58:35.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solo.'/><title type='text'>Hi To No One.</title><content type='html'>I just feel like writing, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274141890660127571-2211213553895946840?l=lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com/feeds/2211213553895946840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-to-no-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274141890660127571/posts/default/2211213553895946840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274141890660127571/posts/default/2211213553895946840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lan-ping-guo.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-to-no-one.html' title='Hi To No One.'/><author><name>DSCH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01725768491304058842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hP5xZDAh2ZE/SpFp1sI8EiI/AAAAAAAAD_o/QdkPWPpenk8/S220/Photo1606.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
