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niomieçš„ä¸»é http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie Sun, 20 Dec 2009 04:24 EST Sun, 20 Dec 2009 04:24 EST Zorpia.com A Fucking Ballad http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1802888 <div>You know I love you. You know I'll always love you. But you fucked her. You fucked her here and, You fucked her there. You pretty much fucked her everywhere. And yet you come back to the same place pretending, Asking me to fuck with you. Yet I love you So I will fuck with you. I did fuck with you. I fucked you over, good. You're FUCKED...</div> Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1802888 Mon, 12 May 2008 07:34 EST July 7th, 2007 http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1702030 today is my father's birthday... ---- dear father,        when i was young you protected me from all harm, yet now you want me to leave you because of who you've made me out to be...  i want to tell you that i am a failure, and i need your help... but now you just push me away and rather watch and have your heart broken from the side so you have no shame... no pain... only the pain that oneself will know...        are all parents like this?  are they always wanting to have certain pain that only they themselves feel?  is this their little 'secret' place?         i miss the times where you would tell me to hit the person that hits me... i enjoy seeing you beating people up because they are bad... i often felt you were God doing justice... but now i see you as someone i had never known...  i hate myself for not knowing who you are anymore... but maybe i had never known...        when i was young grandpa, grandma and you were Gods and Goddess... but now you've become something more scarier than the devil...       whatever you've become or whatever i've become i just wish you would be able to know that i love you... and i'm scared that i wouldn't have enough time to take care of you... and if i do i am scared you wouldn't want me to take care of you...       DADDY I LOVE YOU  - - - - - - - - i just hope you do too. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD... no matter what you're the best...  you'll always be the DADDY in my heart even if i'm in tears saying words like "i hate you"... i only say them cause i hate myself and i see that time is flying by more quickly then i realized... i don't have that much time... you don't either... i'm scared dad... i'm scared... but all i can do is move forward... i hope God will be nice to me to let you have my love and take care of you in your older days... Love, nioz Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1702030 Sat, 07 Jul 2007 02:50 EST Reflecting http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1622046 Knowing what was to come in the beginning but the naivity of oneself rejects the words. Tears about to fall as you try to tug through the workday. Not eating from yesterday 9pm to the next day and the day after. December 2nd, and then the 3rd, not a single piece of food has pass those tunnels. Then on the 4th she awakes and yet she hopes and wishes, but in the end those words oneself rejects are the purist of all words. Haven't eaten, she told the supervisor she'll leave early tonight because her heart aches and bitterly broken. Her acids eating at her chest. She sits at the computer screen not knowing how to feel anymore. 'brother, goodnight' Those are the last words she wants to say and probrably won't be the last to be said. But it doesn't matter does it? But then again, no one is really sure if it matters if she'll ever speak again. Begging to get a chance, but got rejected again and again. She deserves it. This is what we call a bittersweet symphony. Very dramatic yet bitter to the end, and the IRONY of it all. "It's a bittersweet symphony of life..." -life will go on- Will a heart failure let a person live on? It is funny how both party has heart illnesses, yet one seems more severe than the other. Yet no one will know which person is more severe, only God knows. She stars into the LCD panel, eyes blurred, heart broken, hungry; perverted. -life will go on- Yet every second seems to take a part of her, and now the maivity that rejects her makes her head swell. It spins and swells again.  And she only think of drinking after she gets off.  But the funny part is she doesn't even care. Should we call this girl stupid?  Should we call this girl dumb?  Should we call her sweet?  Unself-fish? She's none of those. She's not stupid, she's not dumb, she isn't sweet and she's self-fish. Plunged into love and beaten by her fate, she feels defeated for the first time in life. She lost everything, her family, her time, and now her heart. She comforts herself in saying she has a brother. What good does a brother do? She thought about the fond man. Yet she doesn't seem to care about him either. She loved these two men yet she hates them dearly. But we should assume that she hates them 'cause she hates herself. So much pride in that little thing. So much hate. So much love. Lost of fate. Lost of destiny. Lost of oneself. She cries at night over the lost... She mourns for herself. -life will go on- Once you reflect in the things you do. Life will go on. You might not be any happier, might not be any younger. You can only live. Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1622046 Wed, 06 Dec 2006 18:12 EST Sunday Cup http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1565129 we all will share our grace with teh Sunday Cup Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1565129 Thu, 20 Jul 2006 02:51 EST Dreams Are Forever http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1510437 This is a portfolio of what i've done in Creative Writing.  hope you will like it. <div><a name="_Toc131750488">â€œItâ€ Will</a></div><div><div><div>Smudged, in the truths. Blinded, with the lies. We all dream, Weâ€¦ </div>  <div><a name="_Toc131750489">Hotel California</a></div><div><div><div>Driving on a dark desert highway, you feel the breeze in your hair.  The sweet smell of Colitas is rising up through the air.  Your head grew heavy and your sight grew dim.  You pulled over, and called it a night.</div><div><div><div>Walking passed the entrance, you saw her standing there.  Suddenly, the Mission Bell rang, and you thought to yourself if this could be Heaven of could it be Hell. Lighting her candle, she sways her hand to show you the way.  You hear voices as you walk down the corridor, and they are saying. </div><div><div>â€œWelcome to the Hotel California.  It is such a lovely place and you have such a lovely face.  There is plenty of room at the Hotel California.  You could visit any time, and you could find it hereâ€¦â€</div><div><div> Walking into the Courtyard, you see a girl.  She wears a lot of diamonds, and drives a Mercedes Benz.  She also has a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends.  Tiffany twisted, is what you call her.  The people dance in the courtyard, and you see their sweet summer sweat.  Some of these people dance to remember their good times, and some dance to forget their bad.  You called the Captain to ask him for some wine.  He said, â€œwe havenâ€™t had that spirit here since 1969â€.  </div><div><div> While you sleep, you still hear those voices calling from far away.  You wake up in the middle of the night with those voices, and you hear them say.</div><div><div> â€œWelcome to the Hotel California.  It is such a lovely place and you have such a lovely face.  Theyâ€™re living it up at the Hotel California.  What a nice surprise, and remember to bring your alibisâ€¦â€</div><div><div> In the Dining Hall you see mirrors on the ceiling and pink champagne on ice.  The Hostess turn towards you and say, â€œwe are all just prisoners here of our own deviceâ€.  You wonder why and realize they are here because they overdosed, never found the faith to live by all eventually faded away into the backdrop of life.</div><div><div> They all gathered for the feast, and they stabbed it with their steely knives, but in the end they couldnâ€™t kill the beast.</div><div><div> The last thing you remembered was running towards the door.  You wanted to find the passage back to the place you were before.  The Night-man stopped you and said, â€œwe are programmed to receive people.  You could check in anytime you like, but you can never leaveâ€.</div><div><div> Around the bend you reached the doors.  But those voices echoes as you walk  out, â€œWelcome to the Hotel California.  It is such a lovely place and you have such a lovely face.  There is plenty of room at the Hotel California.  You could visit any time, and you could find it hereâ€¦â€ </div>  <div><a name="_Toc131750490">Believe?</a></div><div><div><div>I see You see We donâ€™t see </div> <div><a name="_Toc131750491">Dad, I Love You</a> She walks downstairs and sees him sitting there.  He looks at her and asks, â€œWhat do you think of her?â€ She keeps silent, not saying a word.  He raises his voice and says, â€œTell me the truth.  What do you think of her?â€ She hesitates and asks, â€œAre you sure?â€ He replies, â€œYes.  But you have to tell me the truth.â€ â€œHonestly dad, I think she is a bitchâ€ she answered. They stare at each other.  His eyeâ€™s starts to burn with fire, and she knows. She runs up stairs.  She runs to a corner; near the plant and sofa.  He follows her up the stairs. He finds her hiding in the corner. He runs up to her yelling, â€œYou will never call her a bitch.  Do you understand?  Do you know how to respect people?  I bet you donâ€™t.â€ He takes hold of her neck and strangles her. Her eyes widen.  He throws her to the floor and starts to kick. He kicks her in the stomach.  Pain rushes filling her brain, and her tears start to fall. She does not cry for help.  She does not say a word. He keeps on kicking her.  His kicks her for the third time, and she spits blood. He asks, â€œDo you know how to respect people?â€ She tries to breathe.  He kicks her under the chin. She feels the blood, but keeps it in. He asks her again, â€œdo you know how to respect people?â€ She says painfully, â€œYes dad, I know.â€ He pulls her off the floor, and shakes her. â€œI hate it when all you say is that you knowâ€ he says. She cries.  She loses all her strength, and withers. He throws her down the floor.  He kicks her again. He says, â€œI will let you think about what youâ€™ve done wrong.â€ He walks away. She lays there hoping to die.  She faints. </div><div><div> <a name="_Toc131750492">Whenever</a> </div><div><div>I look, I die. I speak, I die. I eat, I die. I sleep, I die. I live, I die. Death is you. </div><div><div><a name="_Toc131750493">Iâ€™m Sorry</a>                  </div><div><div>                                â€˜Iâ€™ is for â€œIâ€™mâ€                                     â€˜ â€˜ â€™ is for the silence                                            â€˜Mâ€™ is for â€œMeâ€                                                                            â€˜Sâ€™ is for â€œSorrowâ€                                                                â€˜Oâ€™ is for â€œObjectâ€                                                                   â€˜Râ€™ is for â€œReviewâ€â€™                                                                      â€˜Râ€™ is for â€œRe-writeâ€                                                                         â€˜Yâ€™ is for â€œYieldâ€ </div> <div><a name="_Toc131750494">Faith</a></div><div><div><div>Burning flames Learn to tame Heart of stone Melts by phone </div> <div><a name="_Toc131750495">Faith?</a></div><div><div><div>I spend my nights mourning over the lost. I mourn for myself. </div> <div><a name="_Toc131750496">A Night in a Mere Pastel Memory.</a></div><div><div>         They are walking towards the plane.  Sheâ€™s holding his hand tightly, to feel connected to the safety he provides.  While they are walking, she sways his hand to and fro.  Passing the people, and hearing their footsteps clicking on the pavement brings a certain security for her.  Seeing him smiling at her, she triumphantly strives forward.  Left, right, left, right, onwards she walks.  But before reaching the plane, the little girl stops.  An odd breeze flies by her, spinning up her back, giving her chills.  She turns around, and a shadow appears.  The shadow isnâ€™t clear.  But after blinking her eyes, she sees a woman standing there.  The little girl stares at the lady, and shows her a look of familiarity.  The woman smiles deviously at Rachel, the little girl.   But Rachel keeps on staring at her.  Rachel recognizes the flower blouse, beige shorts, and white sneakers with a butterfly knot.  The woman is her mother.  The woman opens her arms, praising for her daughter to come over.  Rachel looks unsure.  She looks at her father, and he nods.  Then she looks at her cheerful mother, smiling.  Looking back to her father, and again he nods in approval.  She lets go, and walks towards her mother, slowly and sheepishly.  Rachel keeps on staring at her mother as she walks, but the more she stares the more uneasy she gets.  Left, right, left, right, onward she goes.  About one-third of the way, Rachel starts to skip towards he mother.                 Reaching one-fourth of the way, Rachel feels as if she is betraying her father.  She turns back to look at him, but it is just a pitch black background that appears before her eyes.  The little girl turns back to look at her mother, but the odd breeze appears again.  This time the breeze gives Rachel terror.  Dragging her head slowly to the left, her eyes slowly opens.  </div>Her eyes are now wide open, but what faces her now is the black background she fears.  Rachel closes her eyes again, and slowly lifts her eyelids.  But the only thing appears is the blackness and pastel outlines of her mother, smiling at her.  She blinks her eyes again, and again.  Faster and faster she blinks, but the outlines are still there.  She stands there, unable to move.<div>               Still smiling, her mother transforms herself into a blob of pastel colours.  Neon oranges, bright greens, and then light purples.  It all fades away, leaving a pair of ash grey eyes.  The eyes are small and evil.  Rachel stands there, staring at those eyes.  Those grey eyes are scaring her, because what is behind those eyes is a smiling spirit.  The spirit is waiting for the right moment to devour Rachel, whole. Rachel turns around and looks, but nothing is there.  She starts running into the blackness.  She plunges herself into the dark, and carries on running.  Suddenly, she stops and speaks out loud. â€œWhat am I running on?  There is no floor for me to run on.  How is it possible?â€ Like magic, a single white pastel line appears on the canvas, showing her a road.  Rachel follows the pastel road not knowing where it will take her. She continues running, and her breathing is hard.  Hard enough for her to hear her heart pounding, thump, thump, thump, thump.  She slows down because she feels a little dizzy.  She tells herself, â€œNo, I have to run.  I can not have those eyes coming after meâ€.  The eyes are following her.   Rachel continues to run, and unexpectedly a mesh of greens, browns, greys, whites and yellows spring from the ground.  She stops and stares at the transformation.  A forest is growing from the colours, and Rachel is in the middle of it. The trees are in shades of light and dark greens.  The floor is white with grey stones.  Rachel trips on one of the stones because of the sudden breeze.  She quickly gets back on her foot, and gains control of herself.  Rachel looks at the floor, but she did not see her foot.  She raises her hands but, too, she didnâ€™t see them.                 â€œWhere are my hands?  Where is my white T-shirt? Where are my dirty runners?  Why canâ€™t I see them?   I think I am not here, but I still feel as if I am.  Where am I?â€ she asks.                 Rachel is now a part of the darkness.  This brings comfort to her.  She is invisible, and no one can find her.                 Standing there looking at the pastel trees, Rachel recognizes them to be Evergreens.  Slowly, she walks towards the tree to take a closer look.  She reaches out and puts her hand on it.  The tree feels like a pastel drawing on her hands.  She takes her hand off of the tree, and infront of her is her handprint.    She quickly uses her hand to wipe off the imprint.  The mark disappears, but the tree is smudged.                 â€œNo.  This canâ€™t be right.  I need to hide this mistake.  How can I hide it?â€ she asks herself.                 Rachel walks up to the tree, and stood infront of it.  She tries to hide her mistake.  She feels better hiding infront of the tree.                 â€œAll the running is tiring.  I think I should bend down and take a rest.â€ She says to herself.                 She regains herself by bending down; this helps her breathe easier.               â€œI miss my father.  Where is he?  Where is my mother?  Why did she change into something so scary?  Why is she after me?  She was smiling at me.â€ She thought to herself.                 Rachel suddenly hears a hoot or howling from a distance tree, and the breeze flies by her again.  She looks around, and then upwards.  Her eyes and mouth opens wide, the Eyes are staring at her.                 Rachel pounces out of the hiding place, and runs for her life.  She passes the pastel tress, and they start to burn.  She turns back to take a look, and the forest shines with neon reds, greens, purples, oranges, and yellows.  She runs across a pastel stone bridge.  It turns into a puddle of water after her footsteps.  The puddle grows bigger and bigger with each step she takes, and then grows beyond her.  Splishing and splashing, she runs forward.   She looks down and sees a mucky brown goldfish swimming inside.  Rachel tries to avoid the fish, but slips and falls.  Bam, she falls down with an ounce of pain.  Jumping back up, she dashes forward.  Turning her head to look back, she sees those eyes following her.  The little girl closes her eyes and runs faster then before.  Rachel hears a noise and she stops.  She opens her eyes, and sees a waterfall.  The roaring sound of death hits upon rocks she couldnâ€™t see.  The little girl has to decide, either she stays or she jumps.  She looks down, and white is all that is visible.  She looks back, makes up her mind. Counting one, two, three, she jumps, as extreme bright whites and blue blinds her.  She closes her eyes as sheâ€™s falling, she feels the thunder wrap around her. â€œThis is really scary.  I am falling.  Why is this air pushing on my face?  Why is the air not pushing on my face, now?  Am I close to the end?  I am going to die.â€  She tells herself. Rachel realizes she is going to die.  She tries to grasp onto something, but there isnâ€™t anything to grasp onto.  She opens her eyes and sees the end.  She closes her eyes again. ---                 Rachel wakes up, and finds herself lying on the floor in sweat.  She jumps up, and heads towards her grandfatherâ€™s room.  Before her eyesâ€™ is her sleeping grandfather, relaxing.  She stands there, and pauses.  Then silently she creeps away, unaware that the Eyes are still glaring behind her. </div> <div><a name="_Toc131750497">The Nightâ€™s Elegance Still Needs Her Sun</a> â€œA family is a booklet full of artwork.  Once, you complete your artwork it will go into the book.  Generations after Generations, your family will be able to copy what they like out of it.â€                 My grandfather once told me, â€œElegance is whatâ€™s needed in our book.  Elegance is what youâ€™re going to produce.â€ In front of me is a clean 11 by 8.5 page.  As time passed, I have learnt to draw.  I add people, mountains, water, and rain.  But all of it is erased, as it is filled with two mountains, and a lake in the middle.  Later, I drew a navy blue sky to make the mountains marvelous, and the lake lovely.  But the sky was missing something, and that something was a moon.  I reverted back to my drawing desk for my trusted eraser.  The sky left a faint grey on my page, and my moon became bluish-grey. I have once heard of a story.  It is about a man shooting eight sums from the sky.  The story dates back to the Chinese Mythology. The story was told to me when I was fairly young.   A long time ago, the people of China suffered bad crops, droughts, and extreme heat.  One day a man named Great Yu found twelve elegant and mystical arrows.  God then told him that the arrows are given to him because he is the one to shot down the eight suns.  Great Yu quickly grabbed the arrows and shot down the eight suns, and was crowned King of China after.  He married a girl called Pandora, and told her not to open the box.  I heard many versions of Pandora.  But all sorties have one thing in common; Pandora opened the box, and that was when Man became crafty. There are certain rules in the drawing game, and they are: 1.             You canâ€™t buy a new sheet of paper 2.            You can join your paper with another person to make it longer 3.            When you join the pictures you must save up for tape 4.            When you have tape, you use it to connect the artworks together                 I have realized many people want to join together, but donâ€™t want to save up for the more expensive tape.  A lot of the artwork falls apart, and leaves them with damaged edges and strange pictures.                 I had many people whoâ€™ve asked me to join.  I agreed the first three times.  But those times have left my artwork distorted.  It took a long time to erase off the nonsense.  One of the three people has blamed me of his deliberate mistakes.                 All the pollution caused me to stop connecting.  I wanted to be left alone.  Eight months after my mournful optimism, another person came to me.  I rejected him, but he didnâ€™t give up.  Each day he would hold out a part of his unfinished picture, and asked for my opinions.  I found out he has nine suns on his picture.  The guy wrote me a note on my picture, bottom left.  The words went: ä½ çš„å›¾ç”»å¤ªé»‘äº† ä½ æ³•ç”Ÿä»€ä¹ˆäº‹æƒ… æˆ‘ä¸€å®šä¼šåŠžä½ ä½ ä¸è¦æ€• æˆ‘çš„åå—å«æ—åŽ æˆ‘å¯ä»¥ä»¤ä½ çš„å›¾ç”»å…‰å¾ˆå¤š â€œYour picture is too dark.  No matter what happens, I will always help you.  You donâ€™t need to be afraid because my name is â€˜Nine Suns of Chinaâ€™.  I will brighten up your picture.â€ I cried, and I smiled.  I felt a deafening silence in my ear.  It stopped and I lose. I wrote him a note on the bottom right.  The words went: å¯¹ï¼Œæˆ‘çš„å›¾ç”»å¾ˆé»‘ æˆ‘ä¸ä¼šæ€• å› ä¸ºä½ æœ‰ä¹ä¸ªå¤ªé˜³ ä½ å¯ä»¥ä»¤æˆ‘çš„å›¾ç”»å¾ˆå…‰ ä¸è¿‡æˆ‘è¦å¥½åƒé«˜äºŽ æˆ‘è¦æ‹¿èµ°å…«ä¸ªå¤ªé˜³ å› ä¸ºä¹ä¸ªå¤ªé˜³ä¸é›…ä¸½ </div> <div>He was filled with emotions.  He read what Iâ€™ve wrote out loud, â€œYes, my picture is dark.  But I wonâ€™t be afraid because you have nine suns.  You can brighten up my picture, but I also want to be Great Yu.  I want to remove your eight suns because itâ€™s not elegant.â€ My Elegance killed eight of his suns.  I made his picture coherent to mine. One is of the day, and one is of the night. Elegant night.</div>He was filled with emotions.  He read what Iâ€™ve wrote out loud, â€œYes, my picture is dark.  But I wonâ€™t be afraid because you have nine suns.  You can brighten up my picture, but I also want to be Great Yu.  I want to remove your eight suns because itâ€™s not elegant.â€ My Elegance killed eight of his suns.  I made his picture coherent to mine. One is of the day, and one is of the night. Elegant night. <div><div><a name="_Toc131750498">Go On</a> We all Dream Weâ€™ve all Dreamt       We Wake.        We Live. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div> Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1510437 Wed, 12 Apr 2006 17:15 EST å´æ—¥è¨€ --- è¯´ä¸äº† http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1484482 <div><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="96%" border="0"><tr><td>ã€Šè¯´ä¸äº†ã€‹</td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><table cellspacing="3" border="0"><tr><td>å¦‚æžœæˆ‘ç‚ºäº†èª°ã€€æ»´æ»¿ä¸€æ¯çœ¼æ·š å¦‚æžœå¯ä»¥è±å‡ºåŽ»ã€€æ›å–æ˜Žæ—¥ä¹Ÿè¨± ä½ ç¨è‡ªåœ¨å®¶ä¸ç‰æ–¼å±¬æˆ‘ æˆ–æœƒè¿½å°‹æ›´é—Šæ›´ç¾Žæ›´æµªæ¼«æ„›æ²³ ç„¡å¥ˆæˆ‘åœ¨æ¤ç‰å¾…ã€€ä¹Ÿæ²’çµæžœ ä½ èªªä¸¦ç„¡ä¸å¦¥ ï¼Šæ˜¯æˆ‘éŒ¯äº†éŒ¯äº†éŒ¯äº†éŒ¯äº† ã€€å»ä½ å»ä½ å»åˆ°ã€€åˆ†åˆ¥äº† ã€€æ‰æ¸…æ¥šæ—©çµ¦ä½ æ„šå¼„éŽæˆ‘å¤ªå¥½ç¬‘ ã€€èˆŠæ„›éŽäº†éŽäº†éŽäº†éŽäº† ã€€å†åŽ»è¨ˆç®—ã€€å®Œå…¨ç„¡é‡è¦ ã€€å¯ç¬‘çµ¦æˆ‘çš„å¥½å‹ã€€èªªä¸äº† ã€€(å¯ç¬‘çµ¦æˆ‘çš„å¥½å‹ã€€ä½ çš„å¥½å‹ ã€€å…¨éƒ¨å…¨æ•¸èªªä¸äº†)ï¼Š è¿·æˆ€ä½ äº¦ä¸å°ã€€é€£æ„šè ¢éƒ½æœ‰ç½ª ä½•è§£å¥½å‹å‹¸åƒå¥ã€€å»çµ²æ¯«æ²’è½å– ä½ ç¨è‡ªåœ¨å®¶ä¸ç‰æ–¼å±¬æˆ‘ æˆ–æœ‰äº›äººæ›´ä¿æ›´ç¾Žæ›´é¡˜å—æŠ˜ç£¨ æ˜Žç™½è¦å—é»žè‹¦é›£ã€€æ‰ç®—åšæ‹æ‹– æ²’çœ¼æ·šæ€Žç®—æˆ€éŽ repeatï¼Š æ˜¯æˆ‘éŒ¯äº†éŒ¯äº†éŒ¯äº†éŒ¯äº† å»ä½ å»ä½ å»åˆ°ã€€åˆ†åˆ¥äº† æ‰æ¸…æ¥šæ—©çµ¦ä½ æ„šå¼„éŽæˆ‘ä»æœªçŸ¥æ›‰ èˆŠæ„›éŽäº†éŽäº†éŽäº†éŽäº† å†åŽ»è¨ˆç®—ã€€å®Œå…¨ç„¡é‡è¦ å¯ç¬‘çµ¦æˆ‘çš„å¥½å‹ã€€ä½ çš„å¥½å‹ å…¨éƒ¨éƒ½å·²èªªä¸äº†</td></tr></table></div></td></tr></table></div><div /><div align="center"><img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1425/9121189.68f946.jpg" border="0" /></div> Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1484482 Fri, 17 Feb 2006 03:06 EST IN LOVING MEMORY http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1429449 <img height="384" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/8672/640/08-23-05_1433.jpg" width="476" border="0" />IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY GRANDFATHER OCTOBER 21ST, 2005   7:23PM R.I.P.I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU!! Mariah Carey - Butterfly When you love someone so deeply They become your life It's easy to succumb to overwhelming fears inside Blindly I imagined I could Keep you under glass Now I understand to hold you I must open up my hands And watch you rise Chorus Spread your wings and prepare to fly For you have become a butterfly Fly abandonedly into the sun If you should return to me We truly were meant to be So spread your wings and fly Butterfly Verse I have learned that beauty Has to flourish in the light Wild horses run unbridled Or their spirit dies You have given me the courage To be all that I can And I truly feel your heart will Lead you back to me when you're Ready to land Chorus Spread your wings and prepare to fly For you have become a butterfly Fly abandonedly into the sun If you should return to me We truly were meant to be So spread your wings and fly Butterfly Bridge I can't pretend these tears Aren't over flowing steadily I can't prevent this hurt from Almost overtaking me But I will stand and say goodbye For you'll never be mine Until you know the way it feels to fly Chorus Spread your wings and prepare to fly For you have become a butterfly Fly abandonedly into the sun If you should return to me We truly were meant to be So spread your wings and fly Butterfly Chorus Spread your wings and prepare to fly For you have become a butterfly Fly abandonedly into the sun If you should return to me We truly were meant to be So spread your wings and fly Butterfly So flutter through the sky Butterfly Spread your wings and fly Butterfly Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1429449 Sun, 13 Nov 2005 05:46 EST August 28th, 2005 http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1338386 LETS TAKE THIS BACK TO OLD SCHOOL~~  GWENETH P. & BABYFACE (REMAKE) ~~~~~~~JUST MY IMAGINATION ============================================================  anyways it is like 1:53am, i couldn't sleep... i have to work tomorrow, so yea... finally a place that i can work at and the manager seems cool~ well... i tried to dye my hair today, but it didn't work... i used this ALL NATURAL dye (as meaning the ingredients is natural extract) anyways it didn't work.. it made my hair darker... FUUUUK seriously i just wanted my hair to be a little bit lighter... not even by much and i bought the BLONDE colour too but nope made my hair even DARK brown then DARK BROWN it is more like DAR DARK BROWN my old hair was dark brown with a hint of redish blondish brown but now... it's like DARK BROWN and DARK BROWN so sighz... going to wash my hair like EVERYDAY just to see how many washes it takes to get rid of the DARK BROWN anyways yea i bet all of you guys are like anticipating my pics and crap so yea... i'm going to upload some and i'm also going to input some CRAP also  =====================================================================<a href="http://www.ilikedrawing.co.uk/html/exhibitions.html">http://www.ilikedrawing.co.uk/html/exhibitions.html</a> if you like RUBBISH and RUBBISH pictures then you'll like this <img src="http://www.ilikedrawing.co.uk/images/drawings/rubbish_drawings/rubbish_067.jpg" border="0" />   <img src="http://www.ilikedrawing.co.uk/images/drawings/rubbish_drawings/rubbish_068.jpg" border="0" />   <img src="http://www.ilikedrawing.co.uk/images/drawings/rubbish_drawings/rubbish_010.jpg" border="0" />   <a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=5600591477&category=1469&rd=1">http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=5600591477&category=1469&rd=1</a> if you remember what haunted us at night (besides the BOOGIE MAN) you remember the VAMPIRE you would often be scared to open the closet or even get close to one that is opened cause you would get all scared and shiver... and you would wait until sunrise or you would wait until mommy or daddy (unfortunately for me it was grandpa and grandma) but anyways... I BELIEVE THAT EVERY LITTLE KID THAT WAS BOTHERED BY MR. TWO-FANGED MAN SHOULD HAVE ONE OF THESE!!!!! vampire killing kit =D  ~*~blush blush~*~*~ <a href="http://www.collegesexadvice.com/condoms.shtml">http://www.collegesexadvice.com/condoms.shtml</a> remember back in HIGHSCHOOL and you were like 14years old or so.... or for me i was 16 the group or girls and boys in P.E. class would learn about SEX and REPRODUCTION for the first time... AKA   SEXUAL EDUCATION~~~  well all the boys and girls would put a "CONDOM" on this banana that we had to bring to school... yes~~~ i know, all of the boys were quite shy so they just BORROWED the condoms from the GIRL/GIRLS that had ACTUALLY BOUGHT some to class... anyways yea.. i bet we ALL have fun times in that class well have you ever played with WATER-BALLOON condoms... i bet you had... i had... anyways have ANYONE ever asked themselves or anyone else HOW MUCH WATER CAN A CONDOM HOLD?? well the truth is shown here~~~ okie... now pictures... in the photo album.... Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1338386 Sun, 28 Aug 2005 04:06 EST july 22nd 2005 http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1282691 hey everyone...anyways i'm sorry i don't really post on this site... but i've been busy... i got a new puppy dog... very very cute but i'll upload it later...i need to work tomorrow so i have to sleep... soo sorry people Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1282691 Sat, 23 Jul 2005 01:16 EST May 16th, 2005 http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1163026 can't remember the last time i posted a journalbut yeasooo long ago i don't know what to say anyways grandpa got into the hospital he came out a few days ago and tomorrow he has to go back so yea pretty sad about it but what can i do? anyways gramps is resting right now and i am sad as heck i am having plans on a few things so yea anyways i'm going to go now i'll try to come back soon niomie P.S.Â HOPE EVERYONE LIKES THE NEW PIC<OBJECT ID="mediaPlayer" CLASSID="CLSID:22d6f312-b0f6-11d0-94ab-0080c74c7e95" CODEBASE="<a href="http://activex.microsoft.com/activex/controls/mplayer/en/nsmp2inf.cab#Version=5,1,52,701">http://activex.microsoft.com/activex/controls/mplayer/en/nsmp2inf.cab#Version=5,1,52,701</a>" STANDBY="Loading Microsoft Windows Media Player components..." TYPE="application/x-oleobject" WIDTH="197" HEIGHT="45" hspace="0" vspace="0"> <PARAM NAME="fileName" VALUE="<a href="http://www.neatvibe.com/file/2005/05/03/271f02b85103a151df187c4b801.mp3">http://www.neatvibe.com/file/2005/05/03/271f02b85103a151df187c4b801.mp3</a>"> <PARAM NAME="autoStart" VALUE="true"> <PARAM NAME="animationatStart" VALUE="true"> <PARAM NAME="transparentatStart" VALUE="true"> <PARAM NAME="autoSize" Value="true"> <PARAM NAME="displaySize" Value="0">Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â <PARAM NAME="showControls" VALUE="true"> <PARAM NAME="ShowDisplay" VALUE="false"> </OBJECT>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ALICIA KEYS - WHEN YOU REALLY LOVE SOMEONEI'm a woman, lord knows it's hard I need a real man to give me what I need Sweet attention, love and tenderness When it's real it's unconditional, I'm telling y'all [Chorus:] Cause a man, just ain't a man, If he aint' man enough To love you when you're right, Love you when you're wrong Love you when you're weak, Love you when you're strong Take you higher When the world got you feelin low. He's given you his last, cuz he's thinking of you first Given comfort when you're thinking that you're hurt That's what's done when you really love someone I'm telling y'all, I'm telling y'all. Cause you're a real man and lord knows it's hard Sometimes you just need a woman's touch Sweet affection, love and support When it's real, it's unconditional, I'm telling y'all [Chorus:] Oh cause a woman ain't a woman if she ain't woman enough To love you when you're right Love you when you're wrong Love you when you're weak, Love you when you're strong Take you higher When the world got you feelin low. She's giving you her best, even when you're at your worst Givin comfort, when she's thinking that you're hurt That's what's done, when you really love someone I'm telling y'all Whooo Whooo Whooo Whooo Whooo Whooo Sometimes you gonna argue Sometimes you gonna fight Sometimes it's gonna feel like it will never be right But something so strong, keeps you holdin on It don't make sense, but it make a good song Cause a man, just ain't a man, If he ain't man enough To love you when you're right, Love you when you're wrong Love you when you're weak, Love you when you're strong Take you higher When the world got you feelin low He's given you his last, cuz he's thinking of you first Given comfort when you're thinking that you're hurt That's what's done when you really love someone I'm telling y'all, I'm telling y'all, I'm telling y'all That a woman ain't a woman if she ain't woman enough To love you when you're right Love you when you're wrong Love you when you're weak, Love you when you're strong Take you higher and higher When the world got you feelin low. She's giving you her best, even when you're at your worst Givin comfort, when she's thinking that you're hurt That's what's done, when you really love someone I'm telling y'all I'm telling y'all Hmm hmm yeah Hmm hmm yeah Hmm hmm yeah Hmm hmm yeah Hmm hmm yeah Hmm hmm yeah Hmm hmm yeah Hmm hmm yeah [and fade out] Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1163026 Mon, 16 May 2005 22:06 EST [IMAGE] I WAS FREAKING BORED!!!!! http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1137775 <img src="http://amadeo.blog.com/repository/13877/148590.p.jpg" border="0" /> I WAS FREAKING BORED!!!!! Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1137775 Thu, 28 Apr 2005 23:22 EST [IMAGE] YOU CAN DOWNLOAD THIS SONG: http://ww http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1120231 <img src="http://www.neatvibe.com/file/2005/04/13/6019a37a1033b1c140a7be877.jpg" border="0" /> YOU CAN DOWNLOAD THIS SONG: <a href="http://www.neatvibe.com/file/2005/04/13/8319a37a1033b1c140a7d3a730.mp3">http://www.neatvibe.com/file/2005/04/13/8319a37a1033b1c140a7d3a730.mp3</a>  <<------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------->>if life is what we want it to be then we wouldn't have to spend our whole life insearch of it of it's meaning of it's pride of it's knowledgewhen we are happy is it true or is it fake most likely people would say it's true WOMPA said i need some affection from someone if life was that simple so like this song "i write myself a gracious love letter and talk to myself aloud and use it as my bible" the song that describes me the most at this moment~ TLC - DAMAGED i know i'm kinda strange, to you sometimes don't always say, what's on my mind you know that i've been hurt, by some guy but i don't wanna mess up this time [bridge] and i really really really care and i really really really want you and i think i'm kinda scared 'cause i don't want to lose you if you really really really care then maybe you can hang through i hope you understand it's nothing to you [chorus] my heart's at a low i'm so much to manage i think you should know that i've been damaged i'm falling in love ther's one disadvantage i think you should know that i've been damaged i might look through your stuff, for what i don't wanna find or i might just set you up, to see if you're all mine i'm a little paranoid, from what i've been through don't know what you got yourself into and i really really really care (and i care about you so much) and i really really really want you (i really do want you) and i think i'm kinda scared (but i'm scared with every touch) 'cause i don't want to lose you ('cause i don't want to lose you) if you really really care (if you care for me like you say) then maybe you can hang through (then maybe you can hang through) i hope you understand (i hope you understand) it's nothing to you (it's nothing to you, you) my heart's at a low (low) i'm so much to manage i think you should know that (i think you should know) i've been damaged i'm falling in love (i'm falling in love) there's one disadvantage i think you should know that i've been damaged (i think you should know that)my heart's at a low i'm so much to manage (i'm so much to manage) i think you should know that (i think you should know that) i've been damaged (i've been damaged) i'm falling in love (i love you so) i think you should know that i've bee damaged and i really really really want you and i think i'm kinda scared 'cause i don't want to lose you if you really really really care then maybe you can hang through i hope you understand it's nothing to you (it's nothing to you) my heart's at a low i'm so much to manage i think you should know that (ohh i think you should know i've been damaged) i've been damaged (i've been damaged baby) i'm falling in love (falling in love with you baby, yea) there's one disadvantage i think you should know that i've been damaged my heart's at a low i'm so much to manage i think you should know that i've been damaged i'm falling in love there's one disadvantage i think you should know that i've been damaged <<-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------->><a href="http://www.richardhellergallery.com/dynamic/artwork_display.asp?ArtworkID=274">http://www.richardhellergallery.com/dynamic/artwork_display.asp?ArtworkID=274</a> MEAT ART <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/w00kie/sets/180637/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/w00kie/sets/180637/</a> TRANSPARENT COMPUTER SCREENS<a 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href="http://archives.cbc.ca/IDD-1-69-1587/life_society/60s/">http://archives.cbc.ca/IDD-1-69-1587/life_society/60s/</a> RETRO 60's Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1120231 Wed, 13 Apr 2005 19:45 EST ~*~Would You Mind~*~ ~*~ Baby would you mind... http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1107642 ~*~Would You Mind~*~ ~*~ Baby would you mind touching me Ever so slowly Your making me quiver Baby would you mind undressing me Making me feel sexy While in the moment ~*~ Cause I'm gonna Bathe you play with you rub you caress you Tell you how much I've missed you I just wanna Touch you tease you lick you please you Love you hold you make love to you And I'm gonna Kiss you suck you taste you ride you Feel you deep inside me ooh I just wanna Kiss you suck you taste you ride you Feel you make you come too ~*~ Baby would you mind kissing me All over my body You missed a spot, there baby would you mind tasting me Its making me all juicy Feeling your lips on mine ~*~ Repeat Chorus ~*~ Baby would you mind coming inside of me Letting your juices free Deep in my passion ~*~ Repeat Chorus BY:  JANET JACKSON<a title="01" href="photo.cgi?2996396.d22353" target="_self"><img title="01" alt="01" src="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/468/2996396.d22353.jpg" border="0" /></a><a title="01" href="photo.cgi?2996421.8a9787" target="_self"><img title="01" alt="01" src="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/468/2996421.8a9787.jpg" border="0" /></a><a title="01" href="photo.cgi?2996418.618e41" target="_self"><img title="01" alt="01" src="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/468/2996418.618e41.jpg" border="0" /></a><a title="01" href="photo.cgi?2996412.fa0a93" target="_self"><img title="01" alt="01" src="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/468/2996412.fa0a93.jpg" border="0" /></a><a title="01" href="photo.cgi?2996411.7d40ce" target="_self"><img title="01" alt="01" src="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/468/2996411.7d40ce.jpg" border="0" /></a><a title="01" href="photo.cgi?2996410.187cc1" target="_self"><img title="01" alt="01" 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http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1106366 hello people~ anyways... it's been a while right? haha i'm sorry i've been busy with school~ well anyways what is there to talk about? ohhh i know lets talk about ME for a whilehahaha i'm such a dork~ well yea... i've found like 2 jobs now and i'm trying to find another one cause i need a lot of cash to move out why i want to move out well this is because i think it's time for me to FLYi've been in the nest for a little too long and so now... i'm going to FLY what else... that's pretty much working at a restaurant sucks...all i do is stand there and then working at the video store~ jesus it's soo boring and i don't like to watch movies... well at least not like duplicate or triplicate of the same MOVIE cause i have to check the stupid bad onesi haven't given up on guitar but i am too lazy to cut my finger nails... yup that's pretty much it i can't seem to think of anything that is new with me oh yea i want to tell EVERYONEI MISS ALL MY FRIENDS HERE!!! Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1106366 Mon, 04 Apr 2005 04:20 EST ~*~Story Of Elaine~*~ ~*~ Sheâ€™s sitting on... http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1098097 ~*~Story Of Elaine~*~ ~*~ Sheâ€™s sitting on the early morning train Looking through the windows and watching rain ~*~ Thinking dreaming of the loverâ€™s night Sex and stuff and she sides her pride ~*~ Passion touching like the waves of the sea Drown in love, can not be reality ~*~*~ She never ever lets him go She never ever wanna know Whatâ€™s life without his love She loves him She loves him so She never ever lets him go Longing to be in his arms ~*~*~ Loveâ€™s beeming like the rays of sun Glittering like a diamond and having fun ~*~ The feeling of the sunâ€™s on her thigh Heaven is so near so she wants to die ~*~ Give give all you can Take him make him your man Try and rapture him on my spell ~*~*~ She never ever lets him go She never ever wanna know Whatâ€™s life without his love She loves him She loves him so She never ever lets him go Longing to be in his arms She never ever lets him go She never ever wanna know Whatâ€™s life without his love She loves him She loves him so She never ever lets him go Longing to be in his arms ~*~*~ ~*~la ta da da de da~*~ (melody goes on) currently my favourite song BY: JAZZAMOR Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/niomie/journal/1098097 Mon, 28 Mar 2005 23:51 EST