<?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-3055463360755344806</id><updated>2012-01-27T17:20:27.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>footprints of the life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-3474393910787830028</id><published>2012-01-27T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:20:27.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life still goes on=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-3474393910787830028?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/3474393910787830028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-still-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/3474393910787830028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/3474393910787830028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-still-goes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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-3055463360755344806.post-8537891606600423865</id><published>2011-09-17T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T21:42:25.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flying mind</title><content type='html'>lingering and lingering,&lt;br /&gt;it stops no where,&lt;br /&gt;sinking and sinking, &lt;br /&gt;to the bottomless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-8537891606600423865?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/8537891606600423865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2011/09/flying-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/8537891606600423865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/8537891606600423865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2011/09/flying-mind.html' title='flying mind'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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-3055463360755344806.post-8103150088020911428</id><published>2011-06-23T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:47:01.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complaining</title><content type='html'>Complaining churns up the dust, contaminating the ambiance or accidently implant a seed of poison in people’s thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the words alw blurted out bcoz feel like say so, so natural, flow out easily like water when the pipe is opened.  Feel “shuang” after pouring out the bullshit I guess. Erm, feel like after defecating? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ops,wrong word”, “ai ya, cham lor, this one cnt tell one”, “x mean that atc….”-all those are js pointless &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u like complaining?oh well, I think I do. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-8103150088020911428?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/8103150088020911428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2011/06/complaining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/8103150088020911428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/8103150088020911428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2011/06/complaining.html' title='complaining'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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-3055463360755344806.post-7493881215805090457</id><published>2011-01-01T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:50:45.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>happy new year=) i think to most of the people, it is the day which the scent of the joy swims around in the air. 1/1 symbolises holiday, a reason to start afresh, a hunting(shopping) day, or just another usual day just the date is different so what is the big deal...  whatever la, v r the one holding emotion remote control so y nt deeming it as a merry day? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many have the urge to have a change. new look, new hair style,new clothes, or have a "interior renovation". the seed of hope is so easily sprinkle in the soil of soul bt that is a different story for the seeds to sprout, let alone flourishing. how many fertilise the seeds with sturdy determination, "qiong arh-like" courage. nah, based on the previous experience i m one of the "say say only" members too.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new yr wish?biasa ones lor. any thought or flash back of 2010?like that lor. haha, cincai lar, passes 2010 smoothly n embrace 2011 with open heart in a cosy sofa. so what else to ask for?XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how thick the dismal clouds above ur head, life still goes on; no matter how much u miss 2010 one cant never blocking the marching of 2011 or turn the clock back.all the best every1=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-7493881215805090457?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/7493881215805090457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/7493881215805090457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/7493881215805090457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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-3055463360755344806.post-8771545594824398784</id><published>2010-12-15T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:15:31.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>明日的曙光</title><content type='html'>深信着明天的美好&lt;br /&gt;是最好的信仰&lt;br /&gt;放下昔日的芥蒂&lt;br /&gt;是最好的灵丹&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-8771545594824398784?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/8771545594824398784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/12/%E6%98%8E%E6%97%A5%E7%9A%84%E6%9B%99%E5%85%89.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/8771545594824398784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/8771545594824398784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/12/%E6%98%8E%E6%97%A5%E7%9A%84%E6%9B%99%E5%85%89.html' title='明日的曙光'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-8211176605002648557</id><published>2010-10-29T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T02:15:38.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心语</title><content type='html'>一个驱壳两个主人&lt;br /&gt;一个主使着&lt;br /&gt;一个窝囊着&lt;br /&gt;携手筑建无言的心语&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-8211176605002648557?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/8211176605002648557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/8211176605002648557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/8211176605002648557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='心语'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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-3055463360755344806.post-3914132760729943202</id><published>2010-08-31T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:20:20.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do</title><content type='html'>doing math is alw simpler than designing (at least to me it is,haha). it is all based on the formula, something guide u what to do next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life cant be calculated, it is frame-less, integrated so many factors. think too deep is suffocating, but brainless life will melt like ice cream in this reality world. oh, i really hate to think, especially something so "amorphous"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-3914132760729943202?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/3914132760729943202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/3914132760729943202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/3914132760729943202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-to-do.html' title='what to do'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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-3055463360755344806.post-4398227811574212213</id><published>2010-08-25T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:33:15.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"piang"</title><content type='html'>the rhythm shattered,summoning the pieces of consciousness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-4398227811574212213?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/4398227811574212213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/08/piang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/4398227811574212213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/4398227811574212213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/08/piang.html' title='&quot;piang&quot;'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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-3055463360755344806.post-4221336247874668953</id><published>2010-07-23T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T01:13:46.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>有时，相信自己是一种无形的压力&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-4221336247874668953?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/4221336247874668953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/4221336247874668953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/4221336247874668953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-5085910040761903047</id><published>2010-07-12T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:45:35.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>some people i dont know leave comments in my blog.well, thank you for kindly leave any comment, bt there is something unusual.their blog pages are empty. no profile detail, no blog post. all r like that, dont think it is coincidence. so, whoever knows what is going on pls tell me. i wil appreciate that, just curious...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-5085910040761903047?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/5085910040761903047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/5085910040761903047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/5085910040761903047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-5631194787689455453</id><published>2010-07-08T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:21:16.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self</title><content type='html'>I used to have a thought when I was small: “can I be some1 else?”I  imagined I was others. It was not I mimiced their actions or tones. Err, js wondered whether was it possible to feel like inside other’s body, “soak” in their thoughts, feel what they feel, sense their limbs movement. Like sharing the soul. Haha, don’t worry. I m nt “ke siao”, of coz nw I know that is ridiculous&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atcually the silly thought is like ages ago liao so it is quite vague. Hardly scrabble the right words to describe the bubble of my thought travelling in air. It is just so unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need not to say, one can never feel what others feel. U may cry foul together with ur friend after hearing her mishap bt ur heart isnt broken as her; u shout in shock when ur friend won some competiton bt the joy isnt the exactly the same as ur friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, y dig out such old story?just flash of thought, creeps into my mind. So just wanna share this ridiculous idea before it is totally vanishes in my memory. Don’t u have some stupids plan, ideas, thought, feeling… whatever when u were a kid? atc, it is nt like“ding”(imagine a light bulb above my head,haha) and pop up like that, something triggered it. . A friend said people don’t understand him, another one annoy coz the aunties and uncles keep asking whether she has found jobs (atc their concern is the source of pressure), n some1 just don’t undrstand how much I worry abt her and keep pushing my advices away. In a nutshell, others js don’t get it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thoughts swim in the brain, hardly understood or barely discovered …those are something belong to only u…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-5631194787689455453?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/5631194787689455453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/07/self.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/5631194787689455453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/5631194787689455453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/07/self.html' title='self'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-6455501160505483210</id><published>2010-06-22T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:46:42.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>那是一个透明的洞，平时看不见的缺口，掉下去了才会痛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-6455501160505483210?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/6455501160505483210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/06/hmm.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/6455501160505483210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/6455501160505483210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/06/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-2644689527167407093</id><published>2010-06-13T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T10:31:27.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>贪心</title><content type='html'>人家说知足常乐。能不比较吗？能不羡慕吗？如果，因为早上有杯热咖啡，和丰盛的早餐而快乐一整天那么这个世界就不会那么复杂了。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-2644689527167407093?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/2644689527167407093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/2644689527167407093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/2644689527167407093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_12.html' title='贪心'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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-3055463360755344806.post-7466318286029257903</id><published>2010-06-08T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:30:21.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>空气洋溢着愉快的气息因为今天是阴天^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-7466318286029257903?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/7466318286029257903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/7466318286029257903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/7466318286029257903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-908047991157456683</id><published>2010-05-18T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:45:45.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>showing off</title><content type='html'>Recently, came across a sentence: “nowadays, more people wan to be a writer, less pepople willing to be readers”. It can be interpreted as the bloggers pop up like the mushrooms after rain, meanwhile the reading habit of the society doesn’t show significant improvement. btw, I have a flash of insight regarding the sentence…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      Many covet immersing in the spot light of attention. Spreading the “news” of the good deeds done like the falling leaves of the autumn covered all over the floor; showing off how marvellous one is like banging the drum noticing all the people in unpleasent ways; lend a helping hand which is not parallel to any sincer intention , marely an inane action to prove “c, I m a good man, like the hero/heroin in the drama, having a shinning, pure heart,not dingy like most of the people” .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Those frivolous acts which will eventually lead to a fiasco. We are what we are, the extra acts to stand out the goodness are in vain. The only fruit harvested is being deemed as derisive joke. It is hideous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Busy gaining popularity clouds the wise eyes, neglect the trival stuffs which they are suppose to be concerned. Busy to be somebody but seldom pay attention to what others’ thoughts, that is what I understand from the sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ops, am I insinuate u?he?she?or it? hmm, or myself?whatever…it is not worth to ponder. If anyone TERmakan cili n TERrasa pedas, what else can I say?.本文章纯属个人意见，如有雷同纯属巧合。。。haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-908047991157456683?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/908047991157456683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/05/showing-off.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/908047991157456683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/908047991157456683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/05/showing-off.html' title='showing off'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-6679424636112810360</id><published>2010-05-12T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:05:43.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>夏天</title><content type='html'>天气会影响人的心情？至少我是啦。。。看到乌云密布，微风扑面而来真让人精神抖搂. Take a deep breath. It just feels so well…hmmmm,自我沉醉。微微清风好像在耳朵嘀咕：“瞧瞧，多么多美好的事在四周，没事东东是大不了的，”那是阴天的安慰，凝聚着力量鼓舞着万物往前迈进。。。那是个人的。。。感觉？嗯，还是幻觉？随便啦。。。哈哈！！那夏天呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   夏天与炎日画上等号。。。热！热！热！那是很多人的呐喊吧！一出门整个人就像冰人被融化似的，挥汗如雨，汗水霹雳巴啦流个不停。其实，炎日的下午散发着夏天的气息，它是另一种味道。。。你嗅到吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   几个阿伯树下纳凉，闲聊着，摇摆着手上的扇子，发出响亮的笑声；一脸彼有文艺气息的青年坐在公园的木凳，细爵着小说的一字一句，品尝着咖啡的香醇，偶尔托一托骑在鼻梁上的镜框；一群调皮的小孩无视这繁华又复杂的大人世界，玩他们的扮家酒，射玻璃弹珠，甚至有模有样的模仿大人的语气；宅女听着有些杂音的收音机，不由自主地哼起歌，手指在桌面拍打着旋律，心想足不出门也是件美好的事啊。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  哈哈，那些都是偶尔飘过脑袋瓜的零碎画面。。。总觉得，和夏天相应着，别有一番色彩。夏天是超热，但还是要过，希望大家都有个美好的夏天。或许不可思议的事迹将在这夏天降临，毕竟阳光象征希望。自欺欺人？或许吧。不过，坦白说我还是比较喜欢阴天。哈哈&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-6679424636112810360?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/6679424636112810360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/6679424636112810360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/6679424636112810360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='夏天'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-3551369760323160634</id><published>2010-03-30T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T01:32:05.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pointing fingers</title><content type='html'>human...complicated creatures. what to do?v are born with complicated brain structure, so v are born to be complicated? the person v can tolerate the most and satisfice with is ourselves. 100% no prob of compatibility. or u reject urself mentally?btw is it possible?haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "ei, pls think of ur own weakness before pointing fingers at others la. u think u are so good meh" so familiar right, but how many out there can really do as the phrase. jiang shuang only lo. haha, i think i m one of them la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     so the question is does the complaint make any sense?err, it can make the whole situation more luan, but it may also a way to point out the core of the prob directly la without any putar belik. words are as sharp as sword, can b a weapon for defensive or hurting people, so use appropriately la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     .human beings is dinamik, no one u are completely pleas with. accept people's flaws, coz v are all HUMANS...the humble and imperfect human beings. easier say than done right?wakaka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-3551369760323160634?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/3551369760323160634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/03/pointing-fingers.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/3551369760323160634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/3551369760323160634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/03/pointing-fingers.html' title='pointing fingers'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-2588778801098731118</id><published>2010-03-21T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:04:16.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>concentration-they slip from the grip...slip just like that, nothing cant be done but stare blinkly. &lt;br /&gt;sleepiness- come by itself without being asked, how rude.&lt;br /&gt;nightzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-2588778801098731118?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/2588778801098731118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/03/zzzzzzz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/2588778801098731118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/2588778801098731118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/03/zzzzzzz.html' title='zzzzzzz'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-3598498588888124361</id><published>2010-03-13T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T13:31:46.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>despair</title><content type='html'>despair-unable to do the thing which most of the people can do it easily. no one can understand, not by u, not by they, not by me neither...utterly speechless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-3598498588888124361?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/3598498588888124361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/03/depair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/3598498588888124361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/3598498588888124361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/03/depair.html' title='despair'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-6072857605703548821</id><published>2010-02-09T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:50:48.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anticipating</title><content type='html'>chinese new yaer is approaching... what do u feel?exciting?anticipating?mouth watehering? o desperating missing the beloved family? &lt;br /&gt;    Few days ago, i was like whoooo, quite "high" when  studying  coz the test was going to end soon(temporarily) and i could hear the yelling of holiday clearer. it was so close.  it felt good might be that is because u work so hard so something thus anticipating the reward awaiting afterwards...it was like, ohh, tahan,"chang", it would be bright new days after the Tuseday. is CNY making me my dopamine and endorphine released ?i think going back home and temporarily saying goodbye to the exam pressure were the main reasons. &lt;br /&gt;   well, when i was small CNY=new clothes, yummy food, angpao.now, those are less important. clothes can be bought at any time through out the year so as yummy food. money isnt big deal la, it can be earned. spending quality time with family members is more important. busy all the time, it is the time to sit down with the relatives, family, asking each other how have they been, sharing each other stories...what a harmonny picture^0^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-6072857605703548821?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/6072857605703548821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/02/anticipating.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/6072857605703548821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/6072857605703548821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/02/anticipating.html' title='anticipating'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-7036237850777900492</id><published>2010-01-01T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:55:13.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year</title><content type='html'>Happy new year!!!N times u heard the wish right?what does that means to u?hmm, to me it means “congratulation, today is holiday, no class”.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have new  year wishes. As long as ur wishes are practical ones, make ur wishes become true. Many cant even recall what was their new year wishes at the end of the year. So what is the point of “creating” so many wishes every year ? Go go, just do it. &lt;br /&gt;U know u can. Give it a boost at this fresh beggining of the year^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick off whatever bad suffs had happened(dont let them follow u like shadow, horrible) and embrace the bright tmr. yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-7036237850777900492?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/7036237850777900492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/7036237850777900492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/7036237850777900492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='New year'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-6755589722990217245</id><published>2009-12-24T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T22:38:21.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey hey, guess what?finally I made it!!!cheng,cheng,cheng cheng, here they are: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418811142972672642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLJ1TeIA3E/SzN8BkHQioI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YBup3JHyPfY/s200/DSC00318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be skeptical, yes it is me who make that(proud grin). No assistant ok&gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-6755589722990217245?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/6755589722990217245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-hey-guess-whatfinally-i-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/6755589722990217245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/6755589722990217245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-hey-guess-whatfinally-i-made.html' title=''/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLJ1TeIA3E/SzN8BkHQioI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YBup3JHyPfY/s72-c/DSC00318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-3362546427122065230</id><published>2009-12-23T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:49:24.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who are right</title><content type='html'>Y people are so  so high esteem, thinking they are alw right?arhh. u know what is the feeling of when u helping some1 who falls down then the person yelled at u“hey, what are u doing?!!did u hear me cal u?”. Ok, u can say that is “reward” of kepo lo, c y so busy abt others’ matters?but what if that one is some1 u care n close too n u know he o she needs ur help?Oh, i tel u what, it feels like some1 slap ur face without tel u y, so so innocent. Right now, really wan to burst out a fight with her and scold her gao gao for her pride n proud(that is ifshe has the ability to be proud, bt now proud of WHAT?). but then, make noise like a bird isnt my style...&lt;br /&gt; Two humans come from the channel of birth, no matter from the same one or nt la, their life collide with one another. The collision can be like “bang” and they  two can never get along, in the other way, the collision can be equal to interaction. Well, what can i say, it is all destiny. One has to set the “frequency of the channel” to tolerate the other, if nt cant never communicate...oops no signal right now coz the two are clouded with bu shuang, nt in the mood to reset whatever frequency...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-3362546427122065230?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/3362546427122065230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-are-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/3362546427122065230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/3362546427122065230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-are-right.html' title='who are right'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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-3055463360755344806.post-1621391996263393359</id><published>2009-12-22T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:55:44.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#$%&amp;^*</title><content type='html'>HELPPP!!!!!!!!!!!Gzzzzzzz, I m damn bored now. Save me please.human is ambivalent isnt it?(ok, at least I m&gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;B4 the holiday, I wanted the holiday so much. Crave for it day and night, yearn all the time. Oh just couldn’t wait to toss into the embrace of holiday and kick off the suffocating and piling notes.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, hao lo, final was over. Wow. “fong gam”!!!sing k, shopping, wen for movies, eating yummy food, yamcha, wen for trip etc. after I have done what should be done in holiday I m blank. Clueless what to do. Fan jian is it?ask u to study say penat, ask u to holiday u say sien.&lt;br /&gt;Taught in primary school “yi chun guan ying yi chun jin”. Hey man, this is the last week of my 20 year old. Should do something exciting isnt?or at least something meanigful but not brainstroming “what to do” at all the time.&lt;br /&gt;All right, now continue to think what should I do…….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-1621391996263393359?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/1621391996263393359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/1621391996263393359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/1621391996263393359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='#$%&amp;^*'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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-3055463360755344806.post-7191985513192051899</id><published>2009-12-04T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:06:14.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship forever</title><content type='html'>Friends….the defination is vary. Friends can be those who have fun together, merely know the name and have some basic inkling abt each other, companions, net pals… hmm, that means v have so many friends huh?all the people v know-family – relatives - those u totally “beh tahan”= friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS- a warm yet alien word. Warm when some1 says:”hey don’t worry, friend ma, sure “chang” u one”; alien when u are just one of the many friends ur friends have, wonder to what extent u mean as a friend to them. Ambivalent isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship forever, the phrase that is so easily blurted out especially when writtig the autograph, cards, farewell, blablabla. May be to most of the people it is has equal meaning as “hey, take care and good luck” somehow it makes me smirke and ponder if friendship forever really exist meh? The warmth of friendship plummets irrevocably with times, when their life has no interaction at all. Two friends spread the wings and fly to different directions, the “friendship forever” left frozen in the barranca of heart, it is there atc, just oblivious. Out of sight out of mind isnt? People grow up, new friends appear in each other life, substitute the previous ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offend to those who say friendship forever. Even myself ever said that. sincerely mean that at that moment… I cheerish every friendship of coz.The people v know stil are our friends (err, if no “accident” happens in between). Frienship may exist for quite a long period, just the quality isnt the same anymore. People change, that is it. It is like there is no way one can keep the warm water at the same temperature if it is leave untouch in a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wu liao crap?yeah, may be. Plenty of time to splurge in the holiday…XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-7191985513192051899?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/7191985513192051899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/12/friendship-forever.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/7191985513192051899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/7191985513192051899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/12/friendship-forever.html' title='Friendship forever'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-199256291847144704</id><published>2009-11-28T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:29:09.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>循环</title><content type='html'>循环&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;灯着灯息&lt;br /&gt;日夕日落&lt;br /&gt;往哪儿逃&lt;br /&gt;朝何处躲&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-199256291847144704?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/199256291847144704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/199256291847144704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/199256291847144704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='循环'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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-3055463360755344806.post-1933679916215402445</id><published>2009-09-22T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:11:32.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>。。。</title><content type='html'>能决定是否往上爬&lt;br /&gt;无法断定何时掉下来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能珍惜眼前事物&lt;br /&gt;无法预言失去与否&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;掌纹握在手里？不也。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-1933679916215402445?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/1933679916215402445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/1933679916215402445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/1933679916215402445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='。。。'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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-3055463360755344806.post-8936889463159130316</id><published>2009-08-19T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:41:30.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>旋转</title><content type='html'>旋转&lt;br /&gt;天旋地转你我不停地转&lt;br /&gt;夜昼交替天昏地暗依在转&lt;br /&gt;秒钟不曾停滞,叫你冲冲冲&lt;br /&gt;“停”,多么奢侈的期望啊&lt;br /&gt;无奈,多无奈&lt;br /&gt;忙忙碌碌去冲冲&lt;br /&gt;到底获得什么,流失什么…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-8936889463159130316?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/8936889463159130316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/8936889463159130316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/8936889463159130316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='旋转'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-3837516563330228874</id><published>2009-06-11T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:03:45.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRUMBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Quite boring now…reading perhaps?nope.movie?nt now. Sleeping?nah, too early. typing out the grumble may help the time passes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Hmm, suddenly think of a question. how deep is the desire pursuing for d rimless knowledge? Personally, drumming the knowledge into my brain alw come along with the impending exam. A good reason huh, isn’t it? Well, cant help to be realistic. Btw, realizing how little I am wil alw be another encouragement. Barely put my both feet really indulging in the relish showered by the knowledge…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Don’t know since when, there is a concept inculcated in me: “hey, learn that stuff for the sake of ur goodness, it is beneficial in somewhere around”. Yeah, that is all abt-BENEFICIAl. Perhaps realize the real meaning of learning wil help me to appreciate the knowledge more, nt easily sini masuk, sana masuk. Keke, but real meaning of learning?oh,nt sure where to find and what to find neither…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Is that really a thought of the nook of my heart or just too “wu liao” and kinda think too much? Haha, don’t know, let it be, it is nt that important. Everything wil get back to the way they used to be when the class reopens. You know, girls just like to talk nonsense. May be I m just one of them, wu liao.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-3837516563330228874?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/3837516563330228874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/06/grumble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/3837516563330228874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/3837516563330228874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/06/grumble.html' title='GRUMBLE'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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-3055463360755344806.post-8757041304163925445</id><published>2009-06-01T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:41:24.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kukup</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;12.21am 20-5-2009&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Kukup&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Kukup is meihui’s hometown ,a fishing village…serene and native is my first impression abt the place. Wooden houses built by the seaside, slow pace of life and simple lifestyle. Everything is so native, without contaminated by smell of the “rushing for money”. I never know that chatting at the jetty while enjoying the breath taking sunset and listening to the sound of the waves could be that fascinating.wow, beyond words.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meihui, hope u wil always remember the felling of eating ice-cream at the jetty, “chao shuang”, right?haha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Stop the pace once a while, remain the peaceful of the mind, pondering the aim of life, etc. Those may b the reason making kukup a famous tourist destination, a place to escape from chaotic life.Btw, it is just a holiday. How many of us in this reality world are willing to choose tranquility and simple over the temptation of colourful city?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-8757041304163925445?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/8757041304163925445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/05/12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/8757041304163925445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/8757041304163925445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/05/12.html' title='kukup'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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-3055463360755344806.post-7306959173367546929</id><published>2009-05-08T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:10:36.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Sorry to myself. I seriously promise I will never do the stupid thing again. Hey girl, u are approaching 20 years old, so please use the brain b4 doing anything …somehow, hardly forgive and forget. Forgive myself? Silly isn’t it?  Haha, this time, not really related to study, exams nor tension. What is the matter? Just let it be, typing all this all, just wan to remind me not to do the same things again, NEVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stirred my soul. For such a long time, I din ponder that deep about myself and struggle so hard to overcome the conflict in myself…Principles and belief , what a great lesson…is it a hint? A hint to wake me up b4 I do more serious mistake?haha, tak boleh tahan this “siao” fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, that isn’t a prob. Just another story of the past, reflect for the future…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-7306959173367546929?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/7306959173367546929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/7306959173367546929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/7306959173367546929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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-3055463360755344806.post-5409121840721632989</id><published>2009-05-05T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:45:52.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE</title><content type='html'>sigh, seriously sighing...  it is lame but i hv to say:"wow, time flies..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye to penang.Talking abt penang, in a  nutshell it is a memorable trip. the feeling of exploring n helping each others is really great. abt the detail i m lazy to type out la, su yuen's note in facebook clearly describes abt the trip. can only be myself  during the holiday, no worries, laugh out loud, talk nonsense...pity human, slaves of academic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye to first college. at first i thought first college is just a place to stay for me. somehow felt a bit berat hati when left there just now. no more eat at dewan makan at sharp 6 pm, no more walk around varsity lake after dinner, no more pakcik icecream, no more knocking at some1's door to kacau...what kind of world is ut?can i adapt it well?every choice has its reason right? i wil surely mis the day v had in first college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye to first year. quite unbelievable i m second year senior in the coming sem(starting of the nightmare).  the momory of first year lingering, it keeps reminding me what mistakes i hv made. really should make some changes.time marches, people change, hope the same wil happen to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lastly just wan to say :"hey, "duo luo" holiday, i m coming!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3055463360755344806-5409121840721632989?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/5409121840721632989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/05/bye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/5409121840721632989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/5409121840721632989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/05/bye.html' title='BYE'/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055463360755344806.post-3690943139101785983</id><published>2009-05-05T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:29:21.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;y start blogging?1 is wan to try the feeling of blogging, 2nd is a bit sien now...this study week is horrible. i counldnt find any1 to talk to coz everybody was busy studying...so typing out my feeling was the only thing i could do...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;9.16am&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Zzzzzzzzzzzzz, tired…just wan to find something to do besides study to get rid of the sleepiness. But y?it is natural to feel sleepy isn’t?the natural sign asking us to rest, poof. Poor human…no, I should said, poor facing final students, esp pharmacy students&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Who can tel me how to than the heavy-semi closing eye lids? The acid lactic accumulated limbs are out of control too. How to trigger the sympathetic nervous system pathway so that the high mood to study can be maintained with alertness? Arh!!!!!!help!!!!!!!y? I really don’t feel sleepy when typing all this craps, but whenever I face the notes, o, just cant tahan(nt all the time la, just more serious in the morning, that is y I m here). Morning is the best time to study isn’t? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Haha, I found myself quite pathetic, the things bother me the most are mainly about study. My ife just circle around the academic, good or should learn to “really kan kai yi dian”. The question perhaps be answered along with the passing time, it wil eventually be discovered. Oh, really should get back to study, should’nt waste that much time” groaning without disease”, haha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;9.32pm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;What happen ha?really can concentrate well after 5pm today. Feed up, wan to vomit ald. But still got a lot haven’t study. So how har?who can tel me how. Waste so much time after 5 pm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;My mood, please come back. I greatly plead u, please come back. Study, study, study!!!!!!!!ARH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!MOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;13-4-09 Mon 10am&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Bright new day starts^-^! Just do it!poof….how can speed up?can I remember all the things that I read?quite scare liao. Takut, sini masuk, sana keluar. Today feel much better than yesterday, no that moody. May b just as mei hui said, study too fast yesterday, until feel feed up. However, study doesn’t mean can save all the input, especially study until such desperate period.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;4pm 24-4-09&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Just finish biochem. Wow, I was on the peak of the stress last night. Seriously, never feel like that b4. Erm , it was like the stomach was churning, all the input reflected out, palpitation, a bit gong gong, a bit suffocate… wow, tough, really freaking out. After I hv covered almost all the note, somehow feel empty,, felt lk there was a big hole in my soul n brain. I couldnt find the satisfaction of “emm, ok, everything will be right’. Just felt like study nothing. The facts floated here n there. But I slept at around 2, don care that much although nt really sleepy. That is the consequence of nt memorizing the facts well b4.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hope the stress wont hunt me for 4 years. Balance point, where r u? focus and don’t care too much abt result may are the remedy.tension doesn’t do any good, please go away.pleaes………….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055463360755344806-3690943139101785983?l=jiajen89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/feeds/3690943139101785983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/05/y-start-blogging1-is-wan-to-try-feeling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/3690943139101785983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055463360755344806/posts/default/3690943139101785983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiajen89.blogspot.com/2009/05/y-start-blogging1-is-wan-to-try-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>jiajen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989057708802941</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
