<?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-8925438979549510054</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:44:58.082+08:00</updated><category term='waltz'/><title type='text'>honey,bread and coffee for breakfast</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wengzhai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925438979549510054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wengzhai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kinweng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09453495016926419294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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-8925438979549510054.post-653632014085731960</id><published>2006-12-07T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:27:55.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waltz'/><title type='text'>Ephemeral wind chimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Prologue;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I was awake, swift breeze waltz pass the window into my room. Some leaves managed to sneak in along with lilac buds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How long was i asleep? My phone was silent all this while. Did i send you a message before i fell asleep? Your birthday card is still on the japanese tea table. My letter lies beneath it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Were you angry,am i? I'm desperate to get some answers. It's been days since we last met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925438979549510054-653632014085731960?l=wengzhai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wengzhai.blogspot.com/feeds/653632014085731960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925438979549510054&amp;postID=653632014085731960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925438979549510054/posts/default/653632014085731960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925438979549510054/posts/default/653632014085731960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wengzhai.blogspot.com/2006/12/ephemeral-wind-chimes.html' title='Ephemeral wind chimes'/><author><name>kinweng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09453495016926419294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925438979549510054.post-7084320130559798845</id><published>2006-09-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:43:16.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheery blossoms on the ground, around us and everywhere else.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RsOUnquyUbc/R3sVtjvaTpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jHKhG8-TUW8/s1600-h/407901918_855cc2ce6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150734471260688018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RsOUnquyUbc/R3sVtjvaTpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jHKhG8-TUW8/s320/407901918_855cc2ce6a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Rene...! You are not early!"&lt;br /&gt;"ahhhh....!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain just played it's last note. The air around us is somewhat fresher. The clouds are making way, shuning the star glimps and it's elegent moon. Along the avenue, stood slightly more than 20 stalls and between each one of them, a cherry blossom tree resided. We walked down the road admiring one of the last few days of summer break. Bright, colourful lanterns were hung above the stalls. A long banner was put up by the eaves of each stall with huge japanese characters. The fairground was packed. Delightful citizens of all ages gleefully chatting away with each other. More people are coming around. I held Rene's hand in mine tightly. She stared at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not gonna lose you tonight"&lt;br /&gt;"What about tomorrow night?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a marble bench below a particularly huge cherry blossom tree. We sat there watching the crowd. Rene laid her head on my shoulders as an array of red, blue, orange and purple fireworks sprawl themselves on the bed of the once gloomy night sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925438979549510054-7084320130559798845?l=wengzhai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wengzhai.blogspot.com/feeds/7084320130559798845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925438979549510054&amp;postID=7084320130559798845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925438979549510054/posts/default/7084320130559798845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925438979549510054/posts/default/7084320130559798845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wengzhai.blogspot.com/2006/09/cheery-blossoms-on-ground-around-us-and.html' title='Cheery blossoms on the ground, around us and everywhere else.'/><author><name>kinweng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09453495016926419294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RsOUnquyUbc/R3sVtjvaTpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jHKhG8-TUW8/s72-c/407901918_855cc2ce6a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925438979549510054.post-6852488988309785217</id><published>2006-09-16T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:43:47.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet , sour , pure and fade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There will come a day when you realise everything is sweet. Everything is perfect. Everything is nice and beautiful. It can't really get any better. It will come,someday. Not long after that,there might be a little late for a night to shine. Stars may go home. Lunar moon stands unnoticed. It will go on and on and on for several starless nights. Nights are silenced to nothing. The white moon turned sour. Tastes different. The crimson fell dead. Out of nothing,it started to drop holy water from Zeus. A few drops make stars. A handful make drops. Drizzle and drizzle til it stops. I fell down on my knees,intentionally. It brings back memories. I was all soaked with warm water on a chilly night. I was pure. We were pure. Our moments were one. Not realising the pure love i felt for you. I'll be forever beside you whenever where ever you want me to. I've longed for the time i could spend with you. Just a little bit more,a fraction of time,a mouth full and breath of words and reasons. Another chance to show you what i think about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years had past. It was just another typical year. The weather was perfect. She was holding my hand when i saw you. I returned your glance and smiled. My girl pulled me towards the Care Bistro. You were fading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925438979549510054-6852488988309785217?l=wengzhai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wengzhai.blogspot.com/feeds/6852488988309785217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925438979549510054&amp;postID=6852488988309785217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925438979549510054/posts/default/6852488988309785217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925438979549510054/posts/default/6852488988309785217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wengzhai.blogspot.com/2006/09/sweet-sour-pure-and-fade.html' title='sweet , sour , pure and fade'/><author><name>kinweng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09453495016926419294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925438979549510054.post-7422185601075691615</id><published>2006-09-16T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:45:37.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy waltz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RsOUnquyUbc/R3sS9TvaTlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R0s7ULa4tow/s1600-h/1512929717_9c283d5189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150731443308744274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RsOUnquyUbc/R3sS9TvaTlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R0s7ULa4tow/s320/1512929717_9c283d5189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Im waiting in a throng of unfamiliar faces. Blank stares,blank looks. Time passed me by. Canaries &amp;amp; Jays all around chirpering,singing a tune of ephemeral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rueful air is all i needed. It's not that i don't know where you are. I just don't care. What if i cared? Will you notice me anyhow? I came and go,i walk and waited. You found him and im just happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll play you a sonate under the oak,wishing you the best and don't regret baby gurl,you did the right choice. Softly,i lay my hands on your hair. Your curls is a bliss. You are blessed with everthing. I'll live on. I left my violin right under the root of the oak tree. Soon i left you crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The storm's coming. We better leave soon. "&lt;br /&gt;" ... I'll catch you later. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if i've solved this matter. But i made you promise to love him more than you loved me before. I got in the car and drive towards the highway. I closed my eyes,i can still feel you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red,blue,orange and purple wishes hung the braches of the oak tree. I'm wondering,have you stopped crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925438979549510054-7422185601075691615?l=wengzhai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wengzhai.blogspot.com/feeds/7422185601075691615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925438979549510054&amp;postID=7422185601075691615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925438979549510054/posts/default/7422185601075691615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925438979549510054/posts/default/7422185601075691615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wengzhai.blogspot.com/2006/09/sleepy-waltz.html' title='sleepy waltz'/><author><name>kinweng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09453495016926419294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RsOUnquyUbc/R3sS9TvaTlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R0s7ULa4tow/s72-c/1512929717_9c283d5189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
