tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179876762011-04-21T15:31:25.387-07:00Fanfannoreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987676.post-26706418546762124812008-11-10T07:23:00.000-08:002008-11-10T07:34:53.006-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Tonight was the first time i went to watch a dance performance by local artist and normal ppl from the society. I am sorry threre are no pictures to put, but i would very much like to share my feelings . </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I went there alone.. first time to bangsar actor's studio, and first time getting in touch with comtemporary dance, something i would like to try. I was invited to go by my potential future dancing teacher, Mew. She is a famous local dancer. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The performance started with kids, and teenagers, their dance moves seems to be uncontrolled and messsy. Then came the adults and even aunties. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">But lastly, the dance peformed by the comtemporary students , " Lady in red " was so stunningly beautiful and enchanting. The ladies wear nice red coloured dresses that fly in the air... the color, and movements, staring at you in your face. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I was really impressed by them. Hopefully, i get to learn comtemporary dance, soon. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987676-2670641854676212481?l=fan-fan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fanfannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987676.post-5219698028766063992008-10-29T09:17:00.000-07:002008-10-29T09:36:33.026-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">脑里有酝酿着某个故事...<br /><br />就名为犬魂.. 发生在几年前,一个男人的身上.<br /><br />2008 年X月X日 天气晴<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;">　　　　</span><span style="font-size:130%;">逸神一直有一种莫名的恐惧. 不是我们看恐怖片或被鬼吓倒的那种恐惧. 是一种 不真实的感觉, 不懂自己在那里, 下一步要到那里,而且是一个人,很寂寞.但也许身为一个男人,在亚洲的社会里,他也不会理会这感觉,就由它去了又来, 有时它一闪而过,有时它可怕得让人睡不安.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> 这当然是有原因的.<br /><br />TO　ＢＥ CONT．．．　</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987676-521969802876606399?l=fan-fan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fanfannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987676.post-29674884814140059532008-08-14T08:16:00.001-07:002008-08-14T08:37:29.155-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zrmF_fmcakI/SKRNoj5EDSI/AAAAAAAAADg/7CRcz6LCoHg/s1600-h/sleeping+guy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234394026136046882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zrmF_fmcakI/SKRNoj5EDSI/AAAAAAAAADg/7CRcz6LCoHg/s320/sleeping+guy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zrmF_fmcakI/SKRMdq-DNBI/AAAAAAAAADY/shvZAx3JtS4/s1600-h/sleeping+guy.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color:#99ffff;">为何每每夜归时,只能望着你沉睡的脸..</span></p><p><span style="color:#99ffff;">听不到你的声音,更久没有看见你的笑容.</span></p><p><span style="color:#99ffff;">也不懂你的心在想什么.</span></p><p><span style="color:#99ffff;">你还会梦见我吗?</span></p><p><span style="color:#99ffff;">生活一起的日子渐渐长了,习惯性地也不需要留给对方什么.</span></p><p><span style="color:#99ffff;">只剩一张恬睡的脸.</span></p><p><span style="color:#99ffff;">轻轻亲一下你的轮廓也好.你睡了,没关系.</span></p><p><span style="color:#99ffff;">希望梦里你听得到.</span></p><p><span style="color:#99ffff;">我爱你.</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987676-2967488481414005953?l=fan-fan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fanfannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987676.post-24777546526786721972008-06-26T07:18:00.000-07:002008-12-10T03:18:50.249-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zrmF_fmcakI/SGOnRt_6jrI/AAAAAAAAACA/kL1S4_RBEIg/s1600-h/P2080070.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zrmF_fmcakI/SGOnRt_6jrI/AAAAAAAAACA/kL1S4_RBEIg/s320/P2080070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216196716272455346" border="0" /></a><br />这个照片似乎和主题没舍关系.<br /><br />这是我爱的双亲. 他们在一起生活了三十年, 却不曾结婚, 只注册. 但是到如今, 他还是会等她一起入睡, 她还是会喊他" 亲爱的"<br /><br />心里很羡慕他们, 羡慕他们的信任, 羡慕他们的平淡, 羡慕他们的一切<br /><br />而我的生命的路, 却是如此的不一样. 大起大落, 好像一出有波涛汹涌般的爱情剧.<br /><br />唯有明白, 人生本无常, 心才能平静.<br /><br />活在当下, 绝不能等呀! 能在一起是福气, 分开是缘灭, 这是多么难接受的事实.<br /><br />所以, 要抛开不重要的东西, 努力珍惜现在所拥有的. 就算是一只小狗,一朵小花, 一次呼吸.<br /><br />也许,下一秒就不存在了, 也要潇洒的,笑着流泪.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zrmF_fmcakI/SGOl1QSsp5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/pKzu31K4tTk/s1600-h/P2080070.JPG"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987676-2477754652678672197?l=fan-fan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fanfannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987676.post-79087739001693164442008-04-11T02:18:00.000-07:002008-12-10T03:18:50.872-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zrmF_fmcakI/R_8udGL-PgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JjCpM2UEck4/s1600-h/sexy+gal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zrmF_fmcakI/R_8udGL-PgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JjCpM2UEck4/s320/sexy+gal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187916373166013954" border="0" /></a><br />Finally, i decided to post my artwork on the net.... i wonder anyone is interested come and see ... no matter how here is the first piece ..<br /><br />hee hee want to create a story around her<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987676-7908773900169316444?l=fan-fan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fanfannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17987676.post-1129625058110213882005-10-18T01:37:00.000-07:002005-10-19T23:46:10.626-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1087/1600/Life-Is-Beautiful--C100536341.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1087/320/Life-Is-Beautiful--C100536341.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />La vita e bella means life is beautiful , i got this idea from the movie with the same title. sometimes life can be beautiful, eventhough tragedies happened. things turned out the wrong way , but life is always teaching us , in one way or another.<br />We accept life as it is, seek the roses in thorns, taste the sweet in bitter and try to laugh in tears.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17987676-112962505811021388?l=fan-fan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fanfannoreply@blogger.com0