<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7151641164586876306</id><updated>2011-08-02T09:57:47.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sto[r]ies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7151641164586876306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885702534999332455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wufpDk2BuhY/TaT22II6kUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KrmAkTg9_4c/s220/mine.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7151641164586876306.post-7891804969338975773</id><published>2009-12-02T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:35:32.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past [O S]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ7fu6BMh7Y/Sxc-jJK2mBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5KgzI_eVv_Q/s1600-h/000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ7fu6BMh7Y/Sxc-jJK2mBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5KgzI_eVv_Q/s400/000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410862250786723858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PAST [O S]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;by Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I was wrong when i hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;But did you have to hurt me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Did you think revenge will make it better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't care about the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I just want our love to last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;There's a way to bring us back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;As a brief prologue, let me share to you my vigilant past. A past that seemed to have been in a chaotic state a long time ago. And I wanted to fix everything now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;It all started when I was in the midst of my college life. I loved a girl so dearly that I'm willing to give everything for her. Her name is Ella. Sweet, kind, and naturally beautiful. We had such a perfect relationship until we decided to engage ourselves in a serious commitment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;We got married.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I felt an overwhelming joy when I found out that I was about to become a father already. The tasks of a father never gave me any bad impression at all! In fact, caring for a child is such a blissful job for me. My own blood and flesh at that? How can anything be more appealing? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm longing to hear my son utter his first words. I wanted to be the one assisting him in his first steps. I wanted to play with him; hand him everything he wanted to have. I wanted to protect him from his playmates whenever he gets bullied. I wanted to hear him call my name for aid. I wanted to show him the world. I wanted to give him my full support and all the love he deserves to have. I'm willing, with all my heart, to give him everything I can possibly give.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;That's how happy I was. I felt like I was on the top of the world for that matter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;But all those sweet thoughts vanished the time I found out that he has a mental disorder - Cerebral Palsy - a year after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I was depressed to the core that I can scarcely look at my son. I wanted to deny him. I'm stupid, alright. But it is really such a painful shame that I have a son like him. I mean, come to think of it. My dream tasks to do with him will never be attained. How can I watch him take his steps if he is incapable of walking because his motor movement is so weak? How can he play with his playmates if he isn't capable of holding a ball firmly? How can I be proud of him if he has a low IQ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I never did care of what others say about me. They say that I'm such a haughty individual who's heartless enough to deny his own child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;So what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;They don't understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;If they only knew. He will be the only imperfection in my perfect life. My married life already has a blueprint devised delicately by myself. And his existence will only give a small black ink that will be the cause for my plan to completely be tainted by his nasty presence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I can't let a mistake happen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes. He's a mistake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;And it made me crazy. I intoxicated myself and unwillingly made love with another woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Ella found out...&lt;br /&gt;and she was mad.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;After that realization, I had such a foolish idea to disown my child and put him in an orphanage. I told my idea to Ella and she was furious. I can still remember the very feeling of the sharp slap I received from her swift hand. A bitter tear escaped her eyes and before I knew it, she left...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;with him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;My son.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://winglin.net/fanfic/thepast"&gt;&lt;span&gt;read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7151641164586876306-7891804969338975773?l=mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7891804969338975773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com/2009/12/past-o-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7151641164586876306/posts/default/7891804969338975773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7151641164586876306/posts/default/7891804969338975773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com/2009/12/past-o-s.html' title='The Past [O S]'/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885702534999332455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wufpDk2BuhY/TaT22II6kUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KrmAkTg9_4c/s220/mine.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ7fu6BMh7Y/Sxc-jJK2mBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5KgzI_eVv_Q/s72-c/000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7151641164586876306.post-1642478282668969885</id><published>2009-10-27T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:38:23.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven's Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ7fu6BMh7Y/SufL7W6WzTI/AAAAAAAAACY/W9BFZif4gAc/s1600-h/44444444444444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ7fu6BMh7Y/SufL7W6WzTI/AAAAAAAAACY/W9BFZif4gAc/s320/44444444444444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397506899049893170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEAVEN'S GIFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;by Naire Perplexity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Starring:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Ella Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Wu Chun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes, the most important thing that we get from a relationship is not the guarantee of permanence but the lesson that we learn from it when it fails…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;It’s not how much love we have received but how much love we have given….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;It’s not how many tears we have shed but how many laughter we have shared…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;It’s not how many times we were accepted but how many times we understood when we were rejected….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;In the end, it’s not always how much happiness we have had because of love but how we have given it that made others happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;What if someone unexpectedly came into your life and encouraged you to move on. Will you let him/her ruin the walls you built to prevent you from being hurt again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://winglin.net/fanfic/9naire10"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://winglin.net/fanfic/9naire10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7151641164586876306-1642478282668969885?l=mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1642478282668969885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/heavens-gift-by-naire-perplexity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7151641164586876306/posts/default/1642478282668969885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7151641164586876306/posts/default/1642478282668969885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/heavens-gift-by-naire-perplexity.html' title='Heaven&apos;s Gift'/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885702534999332455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wufpDk2BuhY/TaT22II6kUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KrmAkTg9_4c/s220/mine.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ7fu6BMh7Y/SufL7W6WzTI/AAAAAAAAACY/W9BFZif4gAc/s72-c/44444444444444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7151641164586876306.post-864486086615697139</id><published>2009-10-27T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:50:45.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Equilibrium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ7fu6BMh7Y/SufI2F2H90I/AAAAAAAAACQ/jcDn8TJS-LQ/s1600-h/33333333333333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ7fu6BMh7Y/SufI2F2H90I/AAAAAAAAACQ/jcDn8TJS-LQ/s320/33333333333333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397503510034511682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--Subtitle begin--&gt;&lt;!--Subtitle end--&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;♥LOVE EQUILIBRIUM♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;By Naire Perplexity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Starring:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Wu Chun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ella Chen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;FOREWORDS:&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;She found a new friend—best friend—in her aunt’s wedding. They become so close and ended up treating each other as brothers and sisters. Unknowingly and unconsciously, she developed feelings for him but tried her best not to show it. She doesn’t know if he feels the same way for her and cowardice is consuming her little by little. She stayed strong and managed to control her feelings but her patience finally gave in when he asked her a favour she never expected…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He met her in his teacher’s wedding and found her adorable. He decided to make friends with her and it came to the point that they even become the best of friends. He’s thankful that he has her and felt elated when she agreed to the favour he asked to her. But little by little, he realized that she’s avoiding him yet he doesn’t know why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, situations, incidents either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual person’s lives, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://winglin.net/fanfic/9naire10_4"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7151641164586876306-864486086615697139?l=mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/864486086615697139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/forewords-love-equilibrium-by-naire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7151641164586876306/posts/default/864486086615697139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7151641164586876306/posts/default/864486086615697139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/forewords-love-equilibrium-by-naire.html' title='Love Equilibrium'/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885702534999332455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wufpDk2BuhY/TaT22II6kUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KrmAkTg9_4c/s220/mine.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ7fu6BMh7Y/SufI2F2H90I/AAAAAAAAACQ/jcDn8TJS-LQ/s72-c/33333333333333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7151641164586876306.post-6359754867028967214</id><published>2009-10-27T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:46:19.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ7fu6BMh7Y/SufFQU17mYI/AAAAAAAAACA/dtuCJ0Ws4XI/s1600-h/22222222.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ7fu6BMh7Y/SufFQU17mYI/AAAAAAAAACA/dtuCJ0Ws4XI/s200/22222222.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397499562690320770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--Subtitle begin--&gt;&lt;!--Subtitle end--&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;!--Chapter begin--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;[F R A G M E N T S]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;Starring:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;Wu Chun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;Ella Chen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Co-starring:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin Chen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOREWORDS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;But these places and these faces are getting old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;So I'm going home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"I do," I said in a shivering voice. I tried to smile but even a ten-degree-angle of curvature is torturous already. Hence, I settled in a negative-ten-angle. It's the safest and the most comfortable as of the moment. It's like my heart cannot bear to lie in front of him and in front of Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I broke in tears and my groom mistaken it as an outburst of joy. Although he knows that I'm in the hollow pit of agony, he doesn't know that it's for some other reasons... .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;She's crying but I need to be strong. I know she's longing for me but I can't return her feelings. Not now. Not ever. There's no use if I decide to return. I've sworn already. It's painful to see her, witness her, and push her in this apocalypse. But what can I do? Love has forsaken me already. Or is it me that turned my back against it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Clutching my chest to carry the weight of the unbearable pain, I tried to gulp everything that's threatening to spill from my mouth. It took all my courage to utter the supposed-to-be happiest order in the matrimony. I looked up, forcing myself to take control, the common gesture when one is begging for support. I'm trying my hardest to find the answers to my questions but it seems like I cannot extract any single explaination out of my three-year-logic classes. Why me? Why do I have to witness everything? This is the most loathful insult to my personality. Is He punishing me because I chose Him over her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I gulped. Hard. Another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I closed my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"You may now kiss the bride,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Wu Chun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;-He is a perfect definition of a "Prince Charming". Yes. From the word itself, one can already visualize his royal features. A charming prince only deserves a delicate princess. And he was granted with that. He was able to make a strong commitment with a girl. Yet, he swore an oath - never to give his love to anyone. And for that reason, he broke up with her. It was painful. It was deadly. And if not for his parents, he will never swear his life on it. He was starting to adapt to this kind of fate but a startling news shattered his shield of disguise. And when he came back to her, all he found was fragments of memories....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;All I wanted was to be with her yet I managed to push her away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;And now, this is my punishment for being obedient?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;. . . . . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ella Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;-She is the kind of girl ideal to all men. She's blessed with supportive family and trustworthy friends who are always there to laugh with her at times of joy and to support her at her darkest moments. Because of her almost-perfect life, many girls set dark gazes on her. Thanks to her sweet smile, she was able to change even the most frigid heart there is. Also, she had a boyfriend who's oh-so-charming. They've been together for almost two years - lavishing a sweet, peaceful relationship. It was until he decided to settle for a while to satisfy his parent's wills that her world started to crash. Little by little, her perfect life was breaking its own self, leaving nothing but fragments....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;He was my world. It's remarkable I can still live my life without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;It's his fate. Can I interfere with God's will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://winglin.net/fanfic/fragments"&gt;read more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.winglin.net/fanfic/fragments"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.winglin.net/fanfic/fragments"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.winglin.net/fanfic/fragments"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7151641164586876306-6359754867028967214?l=mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6359754867028967214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7151641164586876306/posts/default/6359754867028967214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7151641164586876306/posts/default/6359754867028967214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystery-bugger-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/stories.html' title='Fragments'/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885702534999332455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wufpDk2BuhY/TaT22II6kUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KrmAkTg9_4c/s220/mine.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ7fu6BMh7Y/SufFQU17mYI/AAAAAAAAACA/dtuCJ0Ws4XI/s72-c/22222222.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
