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	&lt;p&gt;I thought I should go to bed. But I ended up watching that movie again.&lt;br&gt;
I thought my feelings about that movie would not be that deep. But it ended up still being there in my soul. Deep. Touching. Sensual. Make my heart ache with excitement and pain at the same time.&lt;br&gt;
Lan Yu.&lt;br&gt;
How many times did I watch that movie, I really don’t remember.&lt;br&gt;
But I remember that I’ve never got bored watching it. Always that pain mixed with excitement. Made it was hard for me to breathe. Made my feelings are higher as a wave in ocean. And I didn’t dare to watch it till the end, because I would be all teary if I did.&lt;br&gt;
It began with Lan Yu that I started to watch movie again. It began with Lan Yu that a few weeks later did I find Farewell My Concubine, and then Leslie.&lt;br&gt;
I don’t remember how I found the English version of Beijing Story by David Fung. But I remember I cried so much everytime I read it.&lt;br&gt;
I really like the story, either. Lan Yu in the story is much different from Lan Yu in the movie. The story has more tragical details than the movie. But I like that. I do like that. Unlike with Zetsuai and Bronze which I prefer staying with the anime than coming to the manga. I think tragical details in Zetsuai and Bronze manga are provided for the same purpose as what the anime does, and they are unecessary. Too much tragical details will make the anime looks like a Korean drama with all sorts of tears and pain and such.&lt;br&gt;
However, stuffs like that don’t happen with Lan Yu (story). The story is tragical too, but enough for the reader to feel the pain/excitement. Enough for the reader to understand more about the characters. Not so many unecessary tragical details that make the storyline becomes fake. Things need not to get more complicated in order to be great!&lt;br&gt;
Those who are obsessed by Beijing Story may be disappointed watching Lan Yu, because Lan Yu is too much simplified than Beijing Story.&lt;br&gt;
But those are watching Lan Yu before reading Beijing Story (like me&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0"&gt;) will think about them as 2 different versions of a story. In his position, Stanley Kwan did so well.&lt;br&gt;
Even now, I don’t dare to read the story/watch the movie till the end. It would be too painful if I do. Strange? Am I too sick?&lt;br&gt;
Watching Lan Yu again tonight is a nice experience.&lt;br&gt;
and I should go to bed now I guess. It's too late at the moment again. gee!&lt;br&gt;
I would like to upload here 2 pics of my fav. I especially like the poster. It is so beautiful, meaningful, and touching!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I am reminded of what Leslie said when he was still here: "When two people are in love, it was ONLY love that matters".
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/lan_yu~767190/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=514733"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/733/514733_2c0b7a85a8_m.jpeg" align="" alt="lanyu_jpg%20(49)_jpg" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=514734"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/734/514734_1d6439574e_m.jpeg" align="" alt="lan_yu" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p>
	<p>I thought I should go to bed. But I ended up watching that movie again.<br>
I thought my feelings about that movie would not be that deep. But it ended up still being there in my soul. Deep. Touching. Sensual. Make my heart ache with excitement and pain at the same time.<br>
Lan Yu.<br>
How many times did I watch that movie, I really don’t remember.<br>
But I remember that I’ve never got bored watching it. Always that pain mixed with excitement. Made it was hard for me to breathe. Made my feelings are higher as a wave in ocean. And I didn’t dare to watch it till the end, because I would be all teary if I did.<br>
It began with Lan Yu that I started to watch movie again. It began with Lan Yu that a few weeks later did I find Farewell My Concubine, and then Leslie.<br>
I don’t remember how I found the English version of Beijing Story by David Fung. But I remember I cried so much everytime I read it.<br>
I really like the story, either. Lan Yu in the story is much different from Lan Yu in the movie. The story has more tragical details than the movie. But I like that. I do like that. Unlike with Zetsuai and Bronze which I prefer staying with the anime than coming to the manga. I think tragical details in Zetsuai and Bronze manga are provided for the same purpose as what the anime does, and they are unecessary. Too much tragical details will make the anime looks like a Korean drama with all sorts of tears and pain and such.<br>
However, stuffs like that don’t happen with Lan Yu (story). The story is tragical too, but enough for the reader to feel the pain/excitement. Enough for the reader to understand more about the characters. Not so many unecessary tragical details that make the storyline becomes fake. Things need not to get more complicated in order to be great!<br>
Those who are obsessed by Beijing Story may be disappointed watching Lan Yu, because Lan Yu is too much simplified than Beijing Story.<br>
But those are watching Lan Yu before reading Beijing Story (like me<img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0">) will think about them as 2 different versions of a story. In his position, Stanley Kwan did so well.<br>
Even now, I don’t dare to read the story/watch the movie till the end. It would be too painful if I do. Strange? Am I too sick?<br>
Watching Lan Yu again tonight is a nice experience.<br>
and I should go to bed now I guess. It's too late at the moment again. gee!<br>
I would like to upload here 2 pics of my fav. I especially like the poster. It is so beautiful, meaningful, and touching!</p>
	<p>I am reminded of what Leslie said when he was still here: "When two people are in love, it was ONLY love that matters".
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/30/lan_yu~767190/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/28/title~763073/"><default:title>Zetsuai and Bronze</default:title><default:link>http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/28/title~763073/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2006-04-28T18:13:01+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=510763"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/763/510763_f2f9bdd217_m.jpeg" align="" alt="zetsuai bronze 2" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=510765"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/765/510765_517447003c_m.jpeg" align="" alt="zetsuai bronze 3" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=510766"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/766/510766_362bb9efeb_m.jpeg" align="" alt="zetsuai bronze 1" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Watching Zetsuai and Bronze is like mortifying myself both mentally and physically… that kind of love… I know that kind of love… so strong… too intense even to breathe…&lt;br&gt;
I already knew that for myself… to love is to commit suicide… love hurts. To love means to be hurt by my own feelings… can never calm down… can never be satisfied!&lt;br&gt;
I know it when Koji rides his motorbike in the highway following Izumi and murmurs to himself something like “Don’t leave me! Someone please kill me!” I know it. I know that feeling!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I heard from someone that the manga was even much better than the anime. However&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;, I think I would prefer the anime&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0"&gt;. I don’t like too tragical stories&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;. It would only leave me most emotional and unecessary dull feelings which I would not like&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayno.gif" alt=":no:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;. I will stay with the much simplified anime than come to the toooooo complicated and tragical manga&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;. Although I don’t understand much about the storyline, I can “feel” the characters, and so many tragical details are enough&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayshy.gif" alt=":." class="middle" border="0"&gt;. Enough for the anime to be understood. Enough for the intense love between Koji and Izumi become beautiful and touching and overwhelming! Enough for me to tremble&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;. And enough for Zetsuai and Bronze to be one of my fav animes, in the second position, right after Loveless!&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/28/title~763073/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=510763"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/763/510763_f2f9bdd217_m.jpeg" align="" alt="zetsuai bronze 2" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=510765"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/765/510765_517447003c_m.jpeg" align="" alt="zetsuai bronze 3" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=510766"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/766/510766_362bb9efeb_m.jpeg" align="" alt="zetsuai bronze 1" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p>
	<p>Watching Zetsuai and Bronze is like mortifying myself both mentally and physically… that kind of love… I know that kind of love… so strong… too intense even to breathe…<br>
I already knew that for myself… to love is to commit suicide… love hurts. To love means to be hurt by my own feelings… can never calm down… can never be satisfied!<br>
I know it when Koji rides his motorbike in the highway following Izumi and murmurs to himself something like “Don’t leave me! Someone please kill me!” I know it. I know that feeling!</p>
	<p>I heard from someone that the manga was even much better than the anime. However<img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0">, I think I would prefer the anime<img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0">. I don’t like too tragical stories<img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0">. It would only leave me most emotional and unecessary dull feelings which I would not like<img src="/img/smilies/grayno.gif" alt=":no:" class="middle" border="0">. I will stay with the much simplified anime than come to the toooooo complicated and tragical manga<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":&#39;(" class="middle" border="0">. Although I don’t understand much about the storyline, I can “feel” the characters, and so many tragical details are enough<img src="/img/smilies/grayshy.gif" alt=":." class="middle" border="0">. Enough for the anime to be understood. Enough for the intense love between Koji and Izumi become beautiful and touching and overwhelming! Enough for me to tremble<img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0">. And enough for Zetsuai and Bronze to be one of my fav animes, in the second position, right after Loveless!<img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/28/title~763073/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/25/i_hate_myself~753494/"><default:title>I hate myself!</default:title><default:link>http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/25/i_hate_myself~753494/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2006-04-25T00:48:44+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Funny. Why do blog services always ask me to add tittle to my blog entries?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'm up already. Too earlier than usual. After a quite scary moment of nightmare. And now I'm here.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I wanna stay at home. Dont wanna go to work. Damn. My flu. I can't breath. Even feel hurt inside my nose. Can't smell as a result. Can't hear clearly. My eyes are heavy but my damn mind is totally conscious. Means I could not fall asleep again to get up again at 7. Means I had to get up while I didn't want to. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Every morning when I get up, I only wish that day would pass by really fast so that I could get home soon. But when work-day passes by and I can go back home again (how happy!), I always feel... feel like I'm an useless person... &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Useless person who can not even write a personal statement for herself. Useless person who can not even imagine clearly about her plan in the future. Useless person who only sits there and funtions like a plastic doll while time passes by really fast together with chances...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I hate myself!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/25/i_hate_myself~753494/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Funny. Why do blog services always ask me to add tittle to my blog entries?</p>
	<p>I'm up already. Too earlier than usual. After a quite scary moment of nightmare. And now I'm here.</p>
	<p>I wanna stay at home. Dont wanna go to work. Damn. My flu. I can't breath. Even feel hurt inside my nose. Can't smell as a result. Can't hear clearly. My eyes are heavy but my damn mind is totally conscious. Means I could not fall asleep again to get up again at 7. Means I had to get up while I didn't want to. Sigh.</p>
	<p>Every morning when I get up, I only wish that day would pass by really fast so that I could get home soon. But when work-day passes by and I can go back home again (how happy!), I always feel... feel like I'm an useless person... </p>
	<p>Useless person who can not even write a personal statement for herself. Useless person who can not even imagine clearly about her plan in the future. Useless person who only sits there and funtions like a plastic doll while time passes by really fast together with chances...</p>
	<p>I hate myself!
</p>
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plan. plan. plan. until when will my plans not be plans anymore?&lt;br&gt;
confused. as a lonely walker in a dard wood. no companion. no weapon to protect myself. only gloomy wood and darkness.&lt;br&gt;
get lost, did I? what should I do? where should I go?&lt;br&gt;
nerves start to be stretched. my head starts to be stretched. headache.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;let’s talk about life&lt;br&gt;
after I finally die&lt;br&gt;
what else could I bring along with me&lt;br&gt;
except emptiness and void?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;As a kingfisher&lt;br&gt;
standing on a stake&lt;br&gt;
I am looking for my own life/part which is lost&lt;br&gt;
in the marsh of life…&lt;br&gt;
in the marsh of life…&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;please don’t ever ask me&lt;br&gt;
why we fell in love&lt;br&gt;
why my lips are hot&lt;br&gt;
why my hands are cold&lt;br&gt;
why I am trembling&lt;br&gt;
why I can’t stand steadily on my feet…&lt;br&gt;
the reason…  why and why… &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Let’s talk about life&lt;br&gt;
love is like a knife&lt;br&gt;
love is like a spearhead…&lt;br&gt;
severed down my first love&lt;br&gt;
tenderly and sweetly…&lt;br&gt;
to where did her go?...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;To where did you go?...&lt;br&gt;
I am a kingfisher&lt;br&gt;
you are beautiful reflection of the moon&lt;br&gt;
we are only seperated by the surface of a lake&lt;br&gt;
but myriads of miles far away…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/24/gloomy_monday_and_khuc_thuy_du_translati~751405/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>suddenly I get bored with everything. flowers. colleagues. job. what is so funny? what is worth to be funny?<br>
plan. plan. plan. until when will my plans not be plans anymore?<br>
confused. as a lonely walker in a dard wood. no companion. no weapon to protect myself. only gloomy wood and darkness.<br>
get lost, did I? what should I do? where should I go?<br>
nerves start to be stretched. my head starts to be stretched. headache.</p>
	<p>let’s talk about life<br>
after I finally die<br>
what else could I bring along with me<br>
except emptiness and void?</p>
	<p>As a kingfisher<br>
standing on a stake<br>
I am looking for my own life/part which is lost<br>
in the marsh of life…<br>
in the marsh of life…</p>
	<p>please don’t ever ask me<br>
why we fell in love<br>
why my lips are hot<br>
why my hands are cold<br>
why I am trembling<br>
why I can’t stand steadily on my feet…<br>
the reason…  why and why… </p>
	<p>Let’s talk about life<br>
love is like a knife<br>
love is like a spearhead…<br>
severed down my first love<br>
tenderly and sweetly…<br>
to where did her go?...</p>
	<p>To where did you go?...<br>
I am a kingfisher<br>
you are beautiful reflection of the moon<br>
we are only seperated by the surface of a lake<br>
but myriads of miles far away…</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/24/gloomy_monday_and_khuc_thuy_du_translati~751405/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/03/monday~697925/"><default:title>Monday...</default:title><default:link>http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/03/monday~697925/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2006-04-03T02:46:42+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Monday... begins a week... as it always does... what will happen in this week I wonder...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;... hmm... such a shame! He tries to irritate me why is that??? Why does it have to happen in this Monday morning when the sky gets blue and the sun starts to shine after cold winter and I am feeling so well??? And he is successful I think, as I totally forget what I wanted to write here... and my fresh feeling completely disappears&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;As a result I delete and ignore his nick name... What will be the next?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I will come back later!&lt;br&gt;
***&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It's nearly midnight again. and I'm here again. always get the inspiration of working when the night comes and the curtain of the darkness starts to cover me...&lt;br&gt;
Leslie is singing into my ears again... Leslie... I told J today that I was out of fashion because I was not into foreign music except Leslie's music, no, not just Leslie's music and movies, it's just greater... Leslie's Culture I mean... yeah... culture... he creates a new whole culture for HK, Chinese and Asia in general... fans hold events to commemorate him twice a year, fans try to spread his legacy and his spirit all over the world, fans organize charity on behalf of him....  etc etc. Awesome!&lt;br&gt;
Ooops, but what did I want to say... yeah, I am out of fashion with only Leslie's Culture... &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt; but I am willing to be out of fashion... "time is the ageless witness"... time tells me that only Leslie's Culture can fill my "other side" ... only Leslie's songs and deep low voice can calm me down and warm me up... and as an actor, he is the best actor I've ever known....&lt;br&gt;
Just like J with Plumb or with x, I can only get balance when I'm in Leslie's Culture... It's not me who want it to happen. It happened so naturally. It made me realize how important Leslie is in my world...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Well, but reading those words from Eliza Chan today, I feel very sad... very very sad. Nadia irritated! She seemed to be really furious. She reacted so strongly against Eliza's words. I only feel sad. I can guess why Eliza said so... regarding this matter I have 2 opposite opinions... sigh. As a Buddhism lover, I am so afraid what we do twice a year will somehow keep Leslie with this dirty world, and he can never let go freely... he died so tragically. he must have been so hurtful in his heart... his soul, therefore, is difficult to rest in peace... our tears only make things get worse... a hurtful soul will never be released. Will never be reincarnated. That's why many of us see or dream about Leslie, or feel him around us. I myself usually get the real experience about that... as if Leslie is really around me... even now right in this moment when I listen to his song... no voice could be warmer and more LIVELY. As if this person is really standing HERE and performing this song. I've never had such feeling with any other. Sigh! So what? Do I really want it to happen? Do I really want to keep him back while he needs to go....!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;but then, however,... it becomes the whole world's custom that we (family and friends) gather to commemorate our beloved in his/her bday-dday... so why fans can not hold the memorial events for Leslie? Why Courtney Love or Yoko haven't said a word about fans gathering and organizing commemorative events for Kurt Cobain or John Lennon????? Why Eliza said so???? It's just a way to show our respect. Just a way to spread his legacy. Just a way to those "dirty hands" people who used to push Leslie out of prizes have to open their eyes. So why complaint about Leslie fans gathering???? Fans help Leslie a lot indeed. With fans' great love and support, Leslie name is now further away from the dirty nick name "a homosexual artist" to be closer to "The Legend of Asia". Without fans, if Leslie could be chosen as the Most Beloved Actor in the 100 years of Chinese movie world? if Farewell My Concubine become the symbol of Chinese movie??? No way! Leslie need fans. Only fans can make people understand him, only fans can clean up those dirty stuff that dirty media gave him! Dirty media!!!&lt;br&gt;
(sweet and surprising coincidence is happening... when I am writing those lines, The Moon Represents My Heart starts to play... remember that the beginning of the song is fans' voice and then Leslie sings... such a sweet way to show me that you know how I care, my Dearest Leslie! I know you are always here with those who love you from the heart! I really appreciate that!!!)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br&gt;
Another thing keeps bugging my mind... Photoshop does not allow me to put Vietnamese words inside a pic... what should I do? I prefer creating a website with photoshop though, it's very deep and beautiful and unique... but without Vietnamese words, what will I transfer to our Vietnamese people?????&lt;br&gt;
Lesie please help me. Show me the way. I know you can!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=457910"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/910/457910_f22fcb5a87_m.jpeg" align="" alt="3" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=457911"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/911/457911_789e18bb44_m.jpeg" align="" alt="2" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=457912"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/912/457912_fe7305a372_m.jpeg" align="" alt="7" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/03/monday~697925/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Monday... begins a week... as it always does... what will happen in this week I wonder...</p>
	<p>... hmm... such a shame! He tries to irritate me why is that??? Why does it have to happen in this Monday morning when the sky gets blue and the sun starts to shine after cold winter and I am feeling so well??? And he is successful I think, as I totally forget what I wanted to write here... and my fresh feeling completely disappears</p>
	<p>As a result I delete and ignore his nick name... What will be the next?</p>
	<p>I will come back later!<br>
***</p>
	<p>It's nearly midnight again. and I'm here again. always get the inspiration of working when the night comes and the curtain of the darkness starts to cover me...<br>
Leslie is singing into my ears again... Leslie... I told J today that I was out of fashion because I was not into foreign music except Leslie's music, no, not just Leslie's music and movies, it's just greater... Leslie's Culture I mean... yeah... culture... he creates a new whole culture for HK, Chinese and Asia in general... fans hold events to commemorate him twice a year, fans try to spread his legacy and his spirit all over the world, fans organize charity on behalf of him....  etc etc. Awesome!<br>
Ooops, but what did I want to say... yeah, I am out of fashion with only Leslie's Culture... <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> but I am willing to be out of fashion... "time is the ageless witness"... time tells me that only Leslie's Culture can fill my "other side" ... only Leslie's songs and deep low voice can calm me down and warm me up... and as an actor, he is the best actor I've ever known....<br>
Just like J with Plumb or with x, I can only get balance when I'm in Leslie's Culture... It's not me who want it to happen. It happened so naturally. It made me realize how important Leslie is in my world...</p>
	<p>Well, but reading those words from Eliza Chan today, I feel very sad... very very sad. Nadia irritated! She seemed to be really furious. She reacted so strongly against Eliza's words. I only feel sad. I can guess why Eliza said so... regarding this matter I have 2 opposite opinions... sigh. As a Buddhism lover, I am so afraid what we do twice a year will somehow keep Leslie with this dirty world, and he can never let go freely... he died so tragically. he must have been so hurtful in his heart... his soul, therefore, is difficult to rest in peace... our tears only make things get worse... a hurtful soul will never be released. Will never be reincarnated. That's why many of us see or dream about Leslie, or feel him around us. I myself usually get the real experience about that... as if Leslie is really around me... even now right in this moment when I listen to his song... no voice could be warmer and more LIVELY. As if this person is really standing HERE and performing this song. I've never had such feeling with any other. Sigh! So what? Do I really want it to happen? Do I really want to keep him back while he needs to go....!!!</p>
	<p>but then, however,... it becomes the whole world's custom that we (family and friends) gather to commemorate our beloved in his/her bday-dday... so why fans can not hold the memorial events for Leslie? Why Courtney Love or Yoko haven't said a word about fans gathering and organizing commemorative events for Kurt Cobain or John Lennon????? Why Eliza said so???? It's just a way to show our respect. Just a way to spread his legacy. Just a way to those "dirty hands" people who used to push Leslie out of prizes have to open their eyes. So why complaint about Leslie fans gathering???? Fans help Leslie a lot indeed. With fans' great love and support, Leslie name is now further away from the dirty nick name "a homosexual artist" to be closer to "The Legend of Asia". Without fans, if Leslie could be chosen as the Most Beloved Actor in the 100 years of Chinese movie world? if Farewell My Concubine become the symbol of Chinese movie??? No way! Leslie need fans. Only fans can make people understand him, only fans can clean up those dirty stuff that dirty media gave him! Dirty media!!!<br>
(sweet and surprising coincidence is happening... when I am writing those lines, The Moon Represents My Heart starts to play... remember that the beginning of the song is fans' voice and then Leslie sings... such a sweet way to show me that you know how I care, my Dearest Leslie! I know you are always here with those who love you from the heart! I really appreciate that!!!)</p>
	<p>***<br>
Another thing keeps bugging my mind... Photoshop does not allow me to put Vietnamese words inside a pic... what should I do? I prefer creating a website with photoshop though, it's very deep and beautiful and unique... but without Vietnamese words, what will I transfer to our Vietnamese people?????<br>
Lesie please help me. Show me the way. I know you can!!</p>
	<p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=457910"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/910/457910_f22fcb5a87_m.jpeg" align="" alt="3" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=457911"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/911/457911_789e18bb44_m.jpeg" align="" alt="2" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=457912"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/912/457912_fe7305a372_m.jpeg" align="" alt="7" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a>
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/03/monday~697925/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/02/allure_me~697924/"><default:title>Allure me</default:title><default:link>http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/02/allure_me~697924/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2006-04-02T09:13:25+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Allure me... &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Allure me...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Change me, grow my wings and teach me how to fly... teach me how to live to the fullest... teach me how to fly toward the sun....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Yesterday night I stayed till 4 am to edit and create header images for my website, using photoshop... it was so interesting indeed &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"&gt; ... now I get the main idea about layers and colors &lt;img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0"&gt; &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"&gt; ... I am so slow, I know... while others already have beautiful websites using Photoshop and Dreamweaver/Frontpage/Publisher, I am still here fighting with basic skills of Photoshop and Frontpage... and I don't know anything at all about HTML/Java, stuffs like that... Need to repeat myself here: I am slow, I know...  self-learning is never easy... and never fast....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Here is my work from yersterday... the first two header images... they might looks so funny because they are made by a newbie in Photoshop and still have many basic faults, but I still wanna post them here, to "create memory" about them, about me, about these days...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=456462"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/462/456462_e472c73182_m.jpg" align="" alt="header1" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=456463"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/463/456463_58a4b9dc94_m.jpg" align="" alt="header2" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;401 is no longer the Fool's Day to me... so yesterday I was cheated...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Someone called me at 0:20 am and told me that he loved me ... I even didn't have any idea about The Fool's Day... so I believed him, and I tried to explain to him that I didn't love him, that I only considered him as my friends, that it would be no use falling in love with me, that he should forget his idea...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But after knowing his joke, I was really happy because I was cheated. I really don't want him to love me.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Leslie, you chose to leave us on the Fool's Day, you thought that could make us feel easier??? No way!!! No way!!! You know, Leslie, from then on 401 is NO longer the Fool's Day...! Never!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;11:26  pm&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;red butterfly, red butterfly.&lt;br&gt;
as you come as you fly.&lt;br&gt;
dust will cover me.&lt;br&gt;
flower will be you.&lt;br&gt;
a scene to remember.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/02/allure_me~697924/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Allure me... </p>
	<p>Allure me...</p>
	<p>Change me, grow my wings and teach me how to fly... teach me how to live to the fullest... teach me how to fly toward the sun....</p>
	<p>***</p>
	<p>Yesterday night I stayed till 4 am to edit and create header images for my website, using photoshop... it was so interesting indeed <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"> ... now I get the main idea about layers and colors <img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0"> <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"> ... I am so slow, I know... while others already have beautiful websites using Photoshop and Dreamweaver/Frontpage/Publisher, I am still here fighting with basic skills of Photoshop and Frontpage... and I don't know anything at all about HTML/Java, stuffs like that... Need to repeat myself here: I am slow, I know...  self-learning is never easy... and never fast....</p>
	<p>Here is my work from yersterday... the first two header images... they might looks so funny because they are made by a newbie in Photoshop and still have many basic faults, but I still wanna post them here, to "create memory" about them, about me, about these days...</p>
	<p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=456462"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/462/456462_e472c73182_m.jpg" align="" alt="header1" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=456463"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/463/456463_58a4b9dc94_m.jpg" align="" alt="header2" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p>
	<p>***</p>
	<p>401 is no longer the Fool's Day to me... so yesterday I was cheated...</p>
	<p>Someone called me at 0:20 am and told me that he loved me ... I even didn't have any idea about The Fool's Day... so I believed him, and I tried to explain to him that I didn't love him, that I only considered him as my friends, that it would be no use falling in love with me, that he should forget his idea...</p>
	<p>But after knowing his joke, I was really happy because I was cheated. I really don't want him to love me.</p>
	<p>Leslie, you chose to leave us on the Fool's Day, you thought that could make us feel easier??? No way!!! No way!!! You know, Leslie, from then on 401 is NO longer the Fool's Day...! Never!</p>
	<p>***</p>
	<p>11:26  pm</p>
	<p>red butterfly, red butterfly.<br>
as you come as you fly.<br>
dust will cover me.<br>
flower will be you.<br>
a scene to remember.</p>
	<p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/02/allure_me~697924/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/01/memory_lives_on~697923/"><default:title>Memory lives on</default:title><default:link>http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/01/memory_lives_on~697923/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2006-04-01T12:28:30+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Fly away little butterfly...&lt;br&gt;
May Permanent Peace and Happiness will always beside you.&lt;br&gt;
Your memory will stay in my heart forever!&lt;br&gt;
Forever!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I could not be in HK this year AGAIN &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"&gt; and could NOT send him flower as well &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Actually I still can order flowers from a shop called Juju, but I don't like the samples they show me...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So here I attach a pic... a beautiful bouquet in my opinion... hope he can get it and like it...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=456455"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/455/456455_bf8e72e85d_s.jpg" align="" alt="401 flower" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/01/memory_lives_on~697923/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Fly away little butterfly...<br>
May Permanent Peace and Happiness will always beside you.<br>
Your memory will stay in my heart forever!<br>
Forever!!!</p>
	<p>***</p>
	<p>I could not be in HK this year AGAIN <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"> and could NOT send him flower as well <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>Actually I still can order flowers from a shop called Juju, but I don't like the samples they show me...</p>
	<p>So here I attach a pic... a beautiful bouquet in my opinion... hope he can get it and like it...</p>
	<p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=456455"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/455/456455_bf8e72e85d_s.jpg" align="" alt="401 flower" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a>
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/04/01/memory_lives_on~697923/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/03/29/boring_day_tired_me~682322/"><default:title>Boring day. Tired me.</default:title><default:link>http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/03/29/boring_day_tired_me~682322/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2006-03-29T08:56:30+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Life has never been so boring I guess.&lt;br&gt;
I don’t know what is happening to me. Just feel so bored and tired.&lt;br&gt;
Strange. The first thought occurs in my mind every morning when I wake up during the last several weeks is that “I want to stay at home”.&lt;br&gt;
I am even willing to ask for some days off.&lt;br&gt;
I’m so bad aint I? There are still many people outside who is unemployment… I have a quite good job in a good office, my colleagues are nice to me and everything feels so right. And now I’m so bored!!!&lt;br&gt;
As I wrote some days ago, I really feel this place is not for me. I love research work and I only wanna be a law researcher. oh wait… do I ONLY wanna be a law researcher?&lt;br&gt;
I really don’t know what I wanna be the most. Perhaps I wanna be truly “release” from this so-called “life”… people is living just to die one day, finally!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Just set my status on Yahoo Messenger: 'Sleepless, Friendless, Loveless, Trustless, Painless..."
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/03/29/boring_day_tired_me~682322/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Life has never been so boring I guess.<br>
I don’t know what is happening to me. Just feel so bored and tired.<br>
Strange. The first thought occurs in my mind every morning when I wake up during the last several weeks is that “I want to stay at home”.<br>
I am even willing to ask for some days off.<br>
I’m so bad aint I? There are still many people outside who is unemployment… I have a quite good job in a good office, my colleagues are nice to me and everything feels so right. And now I’m so bored!!!<br>
As I wrote some days ago, I really feel this place is not for me. I love research work and I only wanna be a law researcher. oh wait… do I ONLY wanna be a law researcher?<br>
I really don’t know what I wanna be the most. Perhaps I wanna be truly “release” from this so-called “life”… people is living just to die one day, finally!</p>
	<p>Just set my status on Yahoo Messenger: 'Sleepless, Friendless, Loveless, Trustless, Painless..."
</p>
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why am I always so touched with gay theme movies?&lt;br&gt;
but this Summer Storm is a must-see. Everything happened just very naturally and dramatically, and made us FEEL, and made us THINK, and overwhelmed us!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Just love the movie! The music, the light, the scenery, the landscapes, and especially the precious performance of the main actor! Very convincing, very match with everything, very touching and deep!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Thank you, dear Bianca, for introducing this movie to me. It now becomes one of my favs &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/03/24/summer_storm~672049/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Totally mixed up again... i am shivering...<br>
why am I always so touched with gay theme movies?<br>
but this Summer Storm is a must-see. Everything happened just very naturally and dramatically, and made us FEEL, and made us THINK, and overwhelmed us!</p>
	<p>Just love the movie! The music, the light, the scenery, the landscapes, and especially the precious performance of the main actor! Very convincing, very match with everything, very touching and deep!</p>
	<p>Thank you, dear Bianca, for introducing this movie to me. It now becomes one of my favs <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0">
</p>
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&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/03/22/god_please_help~697921/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>God, I don't know why you send me here, perhaps it was because of my own wish in which I told you that I wanted to be in a place like this... If that is the case then I do regret so much now. God, if this is not my fate, not my final station, then please quickly send me to the place that I should be, the place that is my fate... I am NOT belong to this place at all! God please help!
</p>
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This is completely not where I want to be.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/03/21/march_21~697922/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I don't exactly know what I am doing at the moment. There is only one thing I know so well: I went to the wrong place.<br>
This is completely not where I want to be.
</p>
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I could still endure the exercise for about 40 mins... &lt;img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0"&gt; what a surprise! I thought I could only stand that exhauting exercise for 30 mins... 2 years ago I am one of the girls who had the most beautiful movements in that gym... &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I bought a set of gym clothes. I will change again... I had dreams again, and I wanna get them fulfilled, I know that!&lt;br&gt;
So let start from today, with 40 mins at gym and a new set of clothes &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;(about 1 hour later)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My Dearest Leslie,&lt;br&gt;
January 01, 1997,  HK came back to Mainland...&lt;br&gt;
December 31, 1996, you held your 97 Live Concert... and celebrate the first moment of the New Year onstage with audience...&lt;br&gt;
You chose to express your patriotism in your unique way... You are the Unique, my Dearest Leslie.&lt;br&gt;
Where was I at the moment?????&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/virgowithpassion/mjxr91.jpg" alt="" title=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br&gt;
Just watched some scenes from his 97 Live Concert and now I'm feeling so mixed up again. Excited, sad... everything...&lt;br&gt;
I wish I could finished my website about Leslie as soon as possible! This is perhaps the most wanted dream that I want to fulfil at the moment...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Surprisingly, Simba didn't overreact as before when he saw Leslie's wallpaper in my desktop &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt; ... he even didn't change it while working with my PC as he used to do... even the news that I will build a website for Leslie didn't make him angry or jealous as before. He only showed a bit of irritation but that expression was soon over... That's nice I think... Perhaps he had learnt how to put his belief in me or I am succesful in making him realize that Leslie can do no harm for him, at least physically ^^, or just because he tried to get used to the fact that Leslie now became a part of my life, or just because he tried to forget and didn't wanna mention that??? ... Whatever! But that made me feel relax and pleasant! I think that's nice anyway! Men should always be patient and tolerant with women, shouldn't they?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;However, if LeslieNet get finished, Simba will receive a big thank from me for his great contribution in building this website! As I wrote days ago, my PC is now too old to run new softwares like Photoshop or Dream Weaver, it always get suspended when Flash is running too, and I worried about it very much, not only because it causes so many troubles for me, but also LeslieNet building might get delayed.... Therefore, I asked Simba to get it repaired for me, but instead of bringing it to the shop to check, he told me that he will buy a new PC for me by saving his perdiem from his business.... &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But if I make a thank-list, the first one I will send my thank to, unfortunately, is not Simba, but a girl. She is Bianca, webmaster of &lt;a href="http://www.leslie-cheung.de...."&gt;www.leslie-cheung.de....&lt;/a&gt; because she is the first one stirred up the thought that I should/could build another website for Leslie in Vietnamese... that was my first "real" encounter to her &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt; when I wrote my thoughts about Leslie in Leslie's Pillow and Bianca wrote back some long heartfelt paragraphs... When I read her post at that time, I had the thought of building a website for Leslie already, but at that time that kind of stuff is too new and complicated to me (even now it still is &lt;img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0"&gt;) so I didn't give much thought to it.... But after reading Bianca's post, I thought: "Why not? I should/could make it. I had some friends who were IT engineer, why don't I try to approach them to ask for their help?"... from then on, building a website for Leslie is something burning in my mind.... from the moment I received the flame that was given by Bianca... &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Okay I need to go to bed now. Too late again and I will always be late at work... grrr!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/03/20/march_21~667035/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Today I went to the gym again after 2 years of hibernation. The teacher and the staff still remembered me and ask me why I stopped exercising there for so long... Everything is still the same... nothing changed except we are all 2 years older...<br>
I could still endure the exercise for about 40 mins... <img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0"> what a surprise! I thought I could only stand that exhauting exercise for 30 mins... 2 years ago I am one of the girls who had the most beautiful movements in that gym... <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"><br>
I bought a set of gym clothes. I will change again... I had dreams again, and I wanna get them fulfilled, I know that!<br>
So let start from today, with 40 mins at gym and a new set of clothes <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>(about 1 hour later)</p>
	<p>My Dearest Leslie,<br>
January 01, 1997,  HK came back to Mainland...<br>
December 31, 1996, you held your 97 Live Concert... and celebrate the first moment of the New Year onstage with audience...<br>
You chose to express your patriotism in your unique way... You are the Unique, my Dearest Leslie.<br>
Where was I at the moment?????</p>
	<p><img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/virgowithpassion/mjxr91.jpg" alt="" title=""></p>
	<p>***<br>
Just watched some scenes from his 97 Live Concert and now I'm feeling so mixed up again. Excited, sad... everything...<br>
I wish I could finished my website about Leslie as soon as possible! This is perhaps the most wanted dream that I want to fulfil at the moment...</p>
	<p>Surprisingly, Simba didn't overreact as before when he saw Leslie's wallpaper in my desktop <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> ... he even didn't change it while working with my PC as he used to do... even the news that I will build a website for Leslie didn't make him angry or jealous as before. He only showed a bit of irritation but that expression was soon over... That's nice I think... Perhaps he had learnt how to put his belief in me or I am succesful in making him realize that Leslie can do no harm for him, at least physically ^^, or just because he tried to get used to the fact that Leslie now became a part of my life, or just because he tried to forget and didn't wanna mention that??? ... Whatever! But that made me feel relax and pleasant! I think that's nice anyway! Men should always be patient and tolerant with women, shouldn't they?</p>
	<p>However, if LeslieNet get finished, Simba will receive a big thank from me for his great contribution in building this website! As I wrote days ago, my PC is now too old to run new softwares like Photoshop or Dream Weaver, it always get suspended when Flash is running too, and I worried about it very much, not only because it causes so many troubles for me, but also LeslieNet building might get delayed.... Therefore, I asked Simba to get it repaired for me, but instead of bringing it to the shop to check, he told me that he will buy a new PC for me by saving his perdiem from his business.... </p>
	<p>But if I make a thank-list, the first one I will send my thank to, unfortunately, is not Simba, but a girl. She is Bianca, webmaster of <a href="http://www.leslie-cheung.de....">www.leslie-cheung.de....</a> because she is the first one stirred up the thought that I should/could build another website for Leslie in Vietnamese... that was my first "real" encounter to her <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> when I wrote my thoughts about Leslie in Leslie's Pillow and Bianca wrote back some long heartfelt paragraphs... When I read her post at that time, I had the thought of building a website for Leslie already, but at that time that kind of stuff is too new and complicated to me (even now it still is <img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0">) so I didn't give much thought to it.... But after reading Bianca's post, I thought: "Why not? I should/could make it. I had some friends who were IT engineer, why don't I try to approach them to ask for their help?"... from then on, building a website for Leslie is something burning in my mind.... from the moment I received the flame that was given by Bianca... <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>Okay I need to go to bed now. Too late again and I will always be late at work... grrr!!!</p>
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	&lt;p&gt;Today Mom saw the Leslie stickers Bianca gave me on Valentine's Day, and she said that I should not be too childish like that, with idols and posters and such... I kept silence, and smiled at myself... I really look like that kind of teen ain't I? Mom and people around me will never understand why the hell a girl at my age still pays attention to what they call "castles in the air"... they are simply not in the same "channel" with me I think... and I will not argue because you simply can't hope a purely Chinese speaking man would understand English... Everyone has his/her own interests and well, building an website about Leslie Cheung is my greatest interest at the moment &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt; But there are still many people who are in the same Leslie Channel with me and I know they would understand what I thought and what I did... &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I will not make a long speech in florid style about why I like Leslie Cheung that much... there are many reasons but in fact there are no reason at all... it's just that when I looked inside myself, I realized that he, by his OWN life, taught me to be more responsible with MYSELF, with my DREAMS, my OWN desire and passion, that I should live for them and try to get them fulfilled. I deeply appreciate that lesson, and I will take it for the rest of my life! &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Well, should I come back with Photoshop and Dream Weaver now? I don't know if my poor old PC would be automatically suspended again or not... I don't remember how many times I have to restart my PC because of that. But I will try anyway, and I hope Leslie will show me the way, as he always does to me when his DVDs were available again in Vietnamese market. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Some more lines about my friend... today I talked with M.A again and I had so much laughing chatting with her. She still stays the same... We have grew older but I still recognize the lovely and naughty girl some years ago in her... That is nice! She will engage next month, and I wish Happiness and Smile will always be with her! I really do! &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Here is one of Leslie's pic. It feels so nice to see him with Bingo... I always love dogs and I was so glad to know Leslie has the same idea with me... And can you guess his age when this pic was taken? You can never be right, I'm so sure about that &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"&gt; &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/virgowithpassion/photobook39.jpg" alt="" title=""&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://red-butterfly.blog.co.uk/2006/03/17/march_18~667085/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>It's really annoying... my PC keeps suspended everytime I start Photoshop or Dream weaver... Time is running out while I still have so much work to get done... sigh! Building a website without any basic knowledge of HTML.. will I be successful? </p>
	<p>Today Mom saw the Leslie stickers Bianca gave me on Valentine's Day, and she said that I should not be too childish like that, with idols and posters and such... I kept silence, and smiled at myself... I really look like that kind of teen ain't I? Mom and people around me will never understand why the hell a girl at my age still pays attention to what they call "castles in the air"... they are simply not in the same "channel" with me I think... and I will not argue because you simply can't hope a purely Chinese speaking man would understand English... Everyone has his/her own interests and well, building an website about Leslie Cheung is my greatest interest at the moment <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> But there are still many people who are in the same Leslie Channel with me and I know they would understand what I thought and what I did... </p>
	<p>I will not make a long speech in florid style about why I like Leslie Cheung that much... there are many reasons but in fact there are no reason at all... it's just that when I looked inside myself, I realized that he, by his OWN life, taught me to be more responsible with MYSELF, with my DREAMS, my OWN desire and passion, that I should live for them and try to get them fulfilled. I deeply appreciate that lesson, and I will take it for the rest of my life! </p>
	<p>Well, should I come back with Photoshop and Dream Weaver now? I don't know if my poor old PC would be automatically suspended again or not... I don't remember how many times I have to restart my PC because of that. But I will try anyway, and I hope Leslie will show me the way, as he always does to me when his DVDs were available again in Vietnamese market. </p>
	<p>Some more lines about my friend... today I talked with M.A again and I had so much laughing chatting with her. She still stays the same... We have grew older but I still recognize the lovely and naughty girl some years ago in her... That is nice! She will engage next month, and I wish Happiness and Smile will always be with her! I really do! <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>Here is one of Leslie's pic. It feels so nice to see him with Bingo... I always love dogs and I was so glad to know Leslie has the same idea with me... And can you guess his age when this pic was taken? You can never be right, I'm so sure about that <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"> <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> </p>
	<p><img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/virgowithpassion/photobook39.jpg" alt="" title="">
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