tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204311422011-12-15T10:59:56.070+08:00A blog that shows the refreshing outlook of a Singaporean university student who is emotional and loves to love.Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.comBlogger6051100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-42714256124928005842011-11-23T22:59:00.007+08:002011-11-24T00:05:31.814+08:00今天跟xiaolulu看了<div>期盼已久的“那些年，我们一起追的女孩。”</div><div><br /></div><div>。。</div><div><br /></div><div>很感动。。</div><div><br /></div><div>真的。</div><div><br /></div><div>因为当柯景腾整个热血的扑上新郎，不顾一切的狂吻他时，</div><div>喉头一阵酸，</div><div>我眼泪也忍不住夺眶而出。</div><div><br /></div><div>滴。</div><div>滴。</div><div>。</div><div><br /></div><div>一份名叫青春，</div><div>描述九把刀豪迈经典的爱情，</div><div>在自己回忆的颠簸路上，</div><div>唤起玲玲种种的感想，</div><div>产生了许多的共鸣。</div><div><br /></div><div>有一句话就一直缠绕着我。</div><div><i>“有很多事，到头来都是徒劳无功的。”</i></div><div><br /></div><div>。。唉。</div><div>真希望这世界真的存在于平行世界，</div><div>希望在不同的时空，</div><div>一段错过的爱情，</div><div>不会因为某种原因而擦身而过。</div><div><br /></div><div>因为看完“那些年”后，</div><div>最大的感伤是两个爱着彼此的人，</div><div>都没能在一起。也深刻的感到</div><div><i>“有很多事，到头来都是徒劳无功”，</i></div><div>这句话的酸楚。</div><div><br /></div><div>。。</div><div>回到家，</div><div>就不加思索的从书架拿下</div><div>“那些年”。</div><div>忍不住翻阅了一下下，</div><div>让故事里面的人物和文字再次包围着我的思绪。</div><div><br /></div><div>宁静的夜晚，</div><div>零零碎碎的回忆录，</div><div>错过的人，</div><div>又再次让情绪翻滚。。</div><div><br /></div><div>嗯。。好emo噢。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>。。。</div><div><br /></div><div>然而，</div><div>失去不能再得。</div><div>尽管曾经共处过同样一个星空，</div><div>踏着同样的步伐</div><div>唱着同样令人心碎的歌，</div><div>现在也只能默默地说声祝福。</div><div><br /></div><div>衷心的祝福。</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;">九把刀在电影里又再次反映我的想法。。</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><i>如果你真的很喜歡一個女孩，</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">當她有人疼，有人愛，你會真心真意的祝福她。</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">永遠幸福，快樂。</span></i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>=）</div><div><br /></div><div>当然，</div><div>在这个平行时空里，</div><div>我也有属于自己，</div><div>未来与现在幸福，</div><div>是甩不开，也不想甩开，</div><div>紧紧牵着的</div><div>xiaolulu。</div><div><br /></div><div>这部戏也具有一个很重要的道理。</div><div>如果不要后悔，</div><div>就要珍惜眼前人。</div><div><br /></div><div>所以，。。</div><div>xiaolulu，</div><div>你就是幸福。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-4271425612492800584?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-92009111258168357212011-09-05T02:17:00.006+08:002011-09-05T02:34:10.338+08:00虽然意识和生理时钟警惕我现在是鬼时间， <br />我还是忍不住来这冷清的部落格乱哈拉一翻。 <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;" >啦啦啦~~</span> <br /> <br />呃。。 <br /> <br />其实只是有点感想罢了。。 <br /> <br />。。 <br /> <br />自己觉得近几年来， <br />写的东西东拉西扯， <br />也渐渐缺少了感情和想像力。 <br />前些日子也是在这里发表了类似的感想。。 <br /> <br />可是读了近期写的一些“作品” <br />还觉得挺有意思的。。 <br />呃。。 <br />就别问我有什么意思k。 <br />就觉得蛮多是金玉良言啦。 <br /> <br />嗯。。人真的不能只往前看嘛。 <br />要知道有以前，才会有现在。有现在，才会有将来。 <br /> <br />我的以前和现在， <br />或许有了很多改变和落差。 <br />但是如果朋友你属于在我的以前还是现在， <br />就希望在此感谢你的参与。 <br />因为你帮我写了我的人生故事， <br />也希望你能继续。 <br /> <br />：） <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-9200911125816835721?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-50638978020057862182011-06-21T10:31:00.004+08:002011-06-21T10:46:55.096+08:00没有一条爱情路是好走的。<br />有时候别去羡慕别人或<br />怨天尤人。<br /><br />在你眼里，<br />别人看似平坦的路，<br />可能要几经波折<br />才苦尽甘来。<br /><br />因为，<br />天上没有一朵云是一样的。<br />天空的蓝，<br />也没有一天是一样的。<br /><br />。。。<br /><br />自己的幸福要靠自己开扩，<br />才能享受属于自己的幸福。<br /><br />总之，<br />像≪slam dunk≫里的安西教练所说的，<br />不到最后一刻，<br />千万不能轻易放弃。<br /><br /><br />ps：看漫画能学很多东西！不要鄙视漫画！！！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5063897802005786218?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-63217949632978311692011-06-15T00:06:00.005+08:002011-06-15T00:27:59.848+08:00几个钟头前，<div>我正式当上叔叔了。</div><div><br /></div><div>正确来说，</div><div>小Adel在六月十四号宣布自己来到这个世界了！（炮声响起！）</div><div><br /></div><div>虽然高兴，</div><div>也没有兴奋到极点啦。。</div><div><br /></div><div>毕竟，</div><div>当上叔叔也不是我的功劳。。</div><div><br /></div><div>-_-</div><div><br /></div><div>哈哈哈。（暗地里觉得超无聊）</div><div><br /></div><div>虽然如此，</div><div>还是要在这里恭喜大哥大嫂</div><div>为家里添丁，</div><div>相信在过不久的将来，</div><div><div>因为有了一个这么可爱的侄女，</div></div><div>生活一定会增添更多热闹和欢喜。</div><div><br /></div><div>嗯。</div><div>妈妈在天之灵也会非常欣慰吧。keke。</div><div><br /></div><div>Adel的诞生也非常意义重大哦。。</div><div>以前被上一代 （妈妈阿姨舅舅们）照顾和呵护的自己，</div><div>也要扛起孕育下一代的重大责任。</div><div><br /></div><div>身为一名教师，</div><div>也本来就有这么艰巨和神圣的任务啦。</div><div><br /></div><div>总之，</div><div>在晚辈面前，</div><div>一定要做个帅气</div><div>却不失</div><div>能做个典范的好大人。</div><div><br /></div><div>。</div><div>。</div><div>。</div><div><br /></div><div>累了。。不写了。。呵。。</div><div>就以以下的句子来掰掰吧。。</div><div><br /></div><div>“修身，齐家，治国，平天下”</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-6321794963297831169?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-81290676973542793732010-12-19T22:09:00.004+08:002010-12-19T22:24:53.530+08:00<div>承诺真的不如沉默吗？？</div><div><br /></div><div>hmmm..</div><div><br /></div>最近一直回忆起<div>一位网友曾经写过的一句话</div><div>“承诺，</div><div>就像干你娘，</div><div>说得出，</div><div>做不到。”</div><div><br /></div><div>好具有震撼力，</div><div>却充满</div><div>负面教育性噢。</div><div><br /></div><div>呵。。</div><div><br /></div><div>承诺有时候像沉重的枷锁，</div><div>也时常被利用。。</div><div><br /></div><div>倒不如保持沉默吧。</div><div>毕竟沉默是金嘛。。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>是的。</div><div><br /></div><div>承诺倒不如沉默。</div><div><br /></div><div>要说得出，</div><div>做得到，</div><div>就一定要有“大侠的风范”。</div><div>只有大侠才能背负着压迫的使命感~</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>但是，</div><div>如果清楚的了解到所背负的风险，</div><div>还能奋不顾身地</div><div>说出承诺的话，</div><div>请便吧。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>这世界需要多一点这样的人。</div><div><br /></div><div>人生就是要活得像大侠一样，</div><div>才精彩。。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>突然很想唱”周大侠”</div><div>扒拉扒拉。。bla bla bla.</div><div>-_-''</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-8129067697354279373?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-82591748941406062062010-12-16T08:57:00.003+08:002010-12-16T09:12:31.477+08:00昨晚跟xiaolulu在esplanade烂的时候，我就跟她谈论到我以前曾经写过的一个blog post。。<div><br /></div><div>那是一个英语写的。。</div><div><br /></div><div>我写到："</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); line-height: 15px; ">HEEYYY!~~!!<br /><br />Let me kill one more monster before I leave this game.<br /><br />Oh dear oh dear. His level is freakishly high. Level 1000.<br /><br />In the end, I am left with HP: 0.<br /><br />I am killed by the zzz monster.<br /><br />I guess no one really beats the zzz monster forever. The only reward is panda eyes even if u KO-ed him for a while.<br /><br />Which makes me wonder why I am still here.<br /><br />I am leaving this game now.<br /><br />This game, I called it reality.<br /><br />I am playing "Sweet Dreams" next.<br /><br />Goodnight.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); line-height: 15px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); line-height: 15px; ">"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); line-height: 15px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; ">So lame...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >接着我就望着xiaolulu的眼精，</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >问了一句经典的：”</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >我还幽默吗？</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >会惹人发笑吗？”</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >她深邃的眼睛回望着我，</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >默默无言的。。</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >给我盼了鬼脸。</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >OMG。</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">一阵寂静。</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">。。</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">你太酷了吧，xiaolulu。</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">ps：xiaolulu就是爱吃鬼。。升级了，称呼也改变了。呵。。</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">ps 2：其实我的生活有很多趣事；我竟然写这么无聊的东西。。哈哈！</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-8259174894140606206?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-42389010303556861372010-07-11T16:01:00.003+08:002010-07-11T19:42:32.207+08:00经过了许许多多的人生历练后，<div>自己已再也不是初出茅庐的小虾米了。</div><div>吖~~</div><div>小虾米耶。玩过超经典rpg游戏“金庸群侠传”的人都应该会知道，</div><div>几乎脍炙人口啦，哈哈！</div><div><br /></div><div>嗯。。</div><div><br /></div><div>总之，</div><div>因为不是小虾米，小毛头了，</div><div>所以也渐渐明白，</div><div>懂得怀有一颗感恩的心是多么的重要。。</div><div><br /></div><div>华人上千年传统与文化其中的教诲包括了</div><div>谦逊，尊重人，</div><div>和饮水思源。</div><div><br /></div><div>不是只有长辈才給予尊重，</div><div>而是人与人之间都应该尊重彼此。</div><div>长辈在适时必须给晚辈正面的鼓励，</div><div>而晚辈也必须对长辈有礼。</div><div>做上司的赏识下属的才能，</div><div>下属也积极地跟上司学习。</div><div>做父母的与老师要肯定孩子与学生的努力，</div><div>相对的，</div><div>父母亲于老师的用心，</div><div>学生孩子们也必须要体会到。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>上述的只是几个比较广泛的例子。</div><div>总之，</div><div>要懂得珍惜身边的人，</div><div>更加温柔的对待所有的人，</div><div>在适当的时候透露自己的感激于关怀，</div><div>和回报别人对你的好。</div><div>即使方式拙笨，</div><div>自己的用心，</div><div>始终会被感受到的。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-4238901030355686137?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-24716797222898383702010-06-08T23:22:00.005+08:002010-06-09T00:03:28.767+08:00梁静茹在自己 facebook fan page 频繁和亲近的流言，令人觉得她本人应该真的非常友善和平易近人。我想，这是她对歌迷朋友们多年来一直在她坎坷的音乐路上给予的支持和鼓励。<div><br /></div><div>总觉得，人都应该都要有一颗感恩的心。那么，周边的人都会活得更开心。</div><div>自己也会开心的。</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">:)</span></div><div><br /></div><div>嗯。</div><div><br /></div><div>当然啦，梁静茹虽然感觉平易近人，但是她毕竟只是偶像。喜欢听她的歌，幻想过跟她做朋友，但也只不过如此。</div><div><br /></div><div>我觉得啦，有了崇拜这成分，就很难做朋友了。哈。不知觉就会想到梁静茹的歌“崇拜”。里面有一段词：‘我存在在你的存在’。这词想要表达的，对此，我觉得自己有一点点小体会。爱情难免在某些时刻，彼此好像多存在在彼此的存在。</div><div><br /></div><div>你呢？</div><div><br /></div><div>。。</div><div><br /></div><div>可是朋友呢？</div><div><br /></div><div>朋友之间就应该是平等的。尊敬彼此，却不应该崇拜。。</div><div>身份也许会有不同，或许也很有可能有很大的落差。在这里，就会想到叶问在“叶问2”里打赢老外对手后经典的台词。“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 宋体; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">人的地位虽然有高低之分，但是人格，不应该有贵贱之别”。</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 宋体; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 宋体; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">嗯。。哈哈。ok啦。越来越扯了。。</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 宋体; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">自己下下定论吧！</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">晚安！</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-2471679722289838370?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-48665384241963342602010-05-26T09:24:00.005+08:002010-05-26T13:24:03.910+08:00小lulu..<br /><br />你在我的梦里，<br />也非常上镜哦。。<br />呵。<br />^^<br /><br />唔。。<br />嗯。。<br />幸福啊.*深深思索着*<br /><br /><br />小lulu,<br />你是我的幸福。<br />因为你是我的幸福，我是幸福的。<br />那么，<br />我也希望你是幸福的。<br />（笑）<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-4866538424196334260?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-71884652761453424792010-04-16T18:03:00.003+08:002010-04-16T18:47:57.104+08:00有时候,<br />会觉得有一点迷惘.<br />不知道自己想要做什么.<br />有时候,<br />会觉得自己读了这么多书,<br />应该做一分匹配自己智力与资历的工作.<br /><br /><br />因为人生太多种种可能.<br />现在的我可以是一个工程师,<br />或是在其他富有挑战性的领域闯荡.<br /><br />当然不是说做一个体育教师就没有它的挑战性.<br />反而, 认真来说，<br />我还真的缺少很多做好一位体育教师的知识与素质.<br />并不容易啊! 呵。<br /><br />（傻笑）<br /><br />--<br /><br />那么， 我选择做一名教师，<br />到底是为了什么？<br /><br />很多人也许会有很崇高的理由，<br />像是想改变教育制度，<br />或是回馈社会。<br /><br />我可能比较简单。<br />我只是单纯的喜欢学校的环境。<br />在我学生时代里，<br />没有勾心斗角，没有暗藏机关的冷箭。<br />我在一些学生看到了自己的影子。：）<br /><br />嗯。唔。。<br /><br />所以我高兴吗？<br />还好吧。<br />那么我为什么还是迷惘呢？<br /><br />因为自从我开始工作后，<br />我的生活改变了很多。<br />我跟朋友们都走上不同的分叉路。<br /><br />我想，<br />有些会很注重事业，金钱。<br />可能每天忙忙碌碌的就是为了挣更多钱，<br />过比现在更舒适的生活。<br /><br />会迷惘是因为，<br />自己有时候也想有一天做个有钱人。<br />自己也很清楚地知道，<br />教师很难发达财。哈。<br /><br />可是，我在catholic学到了很多东西，<br />看到了更多以前看不到的东西。<br />在跟着odac时，<br />跟以前不认识的花花草草做了朋友，<br />对许多的动物有了更深的了解。<br />星星与山峰，大自然，<br />这个我曾经无数次擦身而过的美丽世界，<br />我重新认识了你们。<br /><br />也认为，<br />真正的财富，<br />也许是健康。<br /><br /><br />毕竟,人生就像是一张单程票.<br />有些事情，<br />一转身，<br />也许就是一辈子。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-7188465276145342479?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-59705343365473354032010-03-19T00:57:00.004+08:002010-03-19T01:17:16.589+08:00<i><b>Friday night is the mood for love.</b></i><div><br /></div><div>第一：<div><br /></div><div>如果一个人恋上孤单，</div><div>是不是习惯寂寞，</div><div>还是害怕迷失在人群当中？<br /><br /></div><div><br />第二：</div><div>如果相爱的人不一定要在一起</div><div>那么，</div><div>在一起的人是不是不一定相爱呢？</div><div><br /></div><div><br />第三：</div><div>喜欢问问题，</div><div>是不是单纯的好奇，</div><div>还是执著于不一定存在的答案呢？</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>啊哈。</div><div>我模糊的记忆里告诉我，</div><div>我曾经问过这些问题。</div><div><br /></div><div>我没有长进。</div><div>因为我还是没有所谓的答案。</div><div>啊哈。</div><div><br /></div><div>@_@</div><div><br /></div><div>浓浓的睡意侵蚀着断断续续的思绪，</div><div>我敢确定大脑以不确定的速度在溶化。</div><div>不然就是变成石头。</div><div>头，越来越重了。</div><div>难道真的变成石头了？</div><div>oops!</div><div><br /></div><div>好了。</div><div>是时间亲亲久违的枕头了。</div><div>拜拜。</div><div>晚安。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Friday night is the mood for love.</i></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5970534336547335403?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-86546202513169745532010-03-05T07:05:00.001+08:002010-03-05T07:16:27.571+08:00读了九把刀的＜＜后青春期的诗＞＞，<br />真的感同身受。<br /><br />里面有一句子~<br />＂总有一天，我们会被这个世界完美的驯养＂<br /><br />人啊。不知不觉，都需要这个世界某种程度上的认同。<br />因为说穿了，<br />人都会害怕孤单。<br />害怕孤单并不可耻。<br /><br />可耻的是，<br />人往往忘掉自己最原始，最纯真的一面。<br /><br />嘘。<br />_______.<br /><br />最近生活变的很忙碌。<br />都把时间献给学生了。<br /><br />钩球繁重的训练，<br />学校频频而来的体育课，<br />再加上无法放下的补习，<br />我剩下的时间给我珍惜的人，<br />给我喜欢做的事并不多。<br /><br />我没在埋怨。<br />我生活是过的很充实。<br />我是过的还好。<br />只是对于珍惜的人，<br />见面的时间不多，<br />我只能换个方式来关怀而已。<br /><br />¥¥¥¥¥<br /><br />现在在去学校的路上，<br />坐着巴士，<br />听着梁静茹的＜＜一夜长大＞＞。<br />下次有空再继续。<br />呵。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-8654620251316974553?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-77030493973306852842010-02-19T23:50:00.008+08:002010-02-20T01:21:56.905+08:00大家久违了。 呵。<br />这个星期五晚上，你们有我相陪。<br /><br />嗯。<br /><br />。。<br /><br />。。。<br /><br /><br />唉。<br /><br />*叹口气* *继续叹口气* 这里的空间似乎变得有点陌生。<br /><br />何止陌生，<br />感觉像是魔术师临时上场，忘记带最拿手的扑克牌。<br /><br />%！%*#窒息。<br /><br />但是，<br />这个星期五晚上，我有你们相陪。*笑*<br />所以，有着熟悉的你们，还好啦！<br /><br />哈哈！<br /><br />毕竟，魔术师电死人的，不只是扑克牌而已。<br /><br />-_-''<br /><br />嗯。要写什么好呢？ 写屁？啥米？<br /><br />还是写。。<span style="font-size:130%;">《星期五的晚上，我们有爱。》 <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><br /><br />Friday night is the mood for love.</span></span><br /><br />*笑*<br /><br />我现在在没开灯，昏暗的房间里.<br />不是因为要让自己感性一点，而是因为简单有力的理由<br />-灯坏了。 。<br /><br />耳机里的情歌充斥着我的心。<br />幽美的句子，扣人心弦的旋律。<br />我的世界被莫名其妙的悲伤占据。<br /><br />梁静茹，周杰伦，张惠妹，范玮琦，S.H.E一首首的情歌还真令我感触良多，<br />尤其是现在听着的〈听海〉。<br />这首歌都跟我肩并肩度过了十年。<br />十年一晃就晃过了。怎么时间就这么不知觉的溜走了呢？？<br /><br />不知觉的，<br /><br />溜走了。。<br /><br /><br />人越老，回忆起来的东西就越多。<br /><br />也发觉，<br /><br />美丽的回忆里，<br /><br />最珍惜的不是回忆里的欢笑和快乐，<br /><br />而是，<br /><br />陪你一起度过快乐时光的人。<br /><br />。。<br /><br />只是，<br /><br />人依旧在。<br /><br />欢笑快乐已不在。<br /><br />即使回忆的碎片能找回来，它也只是会慢慢地消逝在遗憾的风里。<br /><br />而今晚就吹着遗憾的风。<br /><br /><br />。。。。。<br />------<br />。。<br /><br />觉得如果这样就划下句点，留下的是更多遗憾。<br /><br />人只要还有一口气在，就应该更努力地珍惜和保护自己相信的东西。<br /><br />虽然知道努力不一定能换来幸福，<br /><br />但努力过也是一种幸福。<br /><br />因为不是没一个人能为自己热衷和坚信的东西付出汗水的。<br /><br /><br />嘻。<br />就这样吧。。<br /><br /><br />那么请跟我一起喊幸福的口号。<br /><br /><br />“你们一定要幸福哦！”<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Fri nite is the mood for love.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-7703049397330685284?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-57704594069089295122009-09-20T00:51:00.005+08:002009-09-20T01:20:36.989+08:00There are so many things that I want to say, so often, so much. But in the end, everything is left unsaid. Well, I do guess it is all better this way sometimes.<br /><br />Though, I still feel I owe quite a number of people an apology for how I treated them and the way I put an abrupt halt to relationships..<br /><br />I know that it is bastardy. However, even till now, I still feel for them as special friends even though there may be nothing much left in the friendship, a mere pittance that remotely hint that we were even acquaintances.<br /><br />Too bad. I were to blame anyway.<br /><br />So.. here it goes..<br /><br />Sorry..<br /><br />I wish that all of you will be happy.<br /><br />因为爱情，<br /><br />两个熟悉的人，<br /><br />变成这世界最陌生的人。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5770459406908929512?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-35148914831299480762009-09-20T00:39:00.001+08:002009-09-20T00:40:24.221+08:00<span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" >就是因为不能回到过去，<br /><br />也无法锁住时间，<br /><br />人们才不是要更向往未来吗？</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-3514891483129948076?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-17116369094846827742009-09-20T00:06:00.005+08:002009-09-20T00:37:25.454+08:00<span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" >黑夜的寂静，<br /><br />像是幽幽的音乐家只选择黑键，<br /><br />弹奏着一架无声无息的钢琴。<br /><br />听不到旋律，只听到了忧郁。<br /><br />---<br /><br />也许每个人，<br /><br />心底深处都隐藏着不想给人知道的秘密。<br /><br />Secret.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" >只是背负着秘密，<br /><br />可能换来的只是沉重的枷锁。<br /><br />。。。<br /><br />呵。<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" >也许钢琴<br /><br />黑白键里的黑白间，<br /><br />也藏有自己的秘密呢？</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" ><br />。。。<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-1711636909484682774?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-65460329230982980302009-09-17T22:55:00.003+08:002009-09-17T23:17:00.784+08:00因为爱情，<br /><br />两个熟悉的人，<br /><br />变成这世界最陌生的人。<br /><br />老套了啦，老套了啦！！！<br /><br />都厌倦听到这样的话语了，你也许会说。<br /><br />但是还是觉得，<br /><br />真的很不可思议。<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">人的记忆又不是电脑里的存档，</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">真的那么容易从硬盘删除吗？</span><br /><br /><br />我们只是选择性的忘记，<br /><br />一种失败的尝试。<br /><br />锁住记忆盒不只需要无坚不摧的锁，<br /><br />还需要世界最棒的伪装。<br /><br />因为爱情，<br /><br />两个熟悉的人，<br /><br />变成这世界最顶尖的演员。<br /><br />酷！<br /><br />对。<br /><br />还需要哭。。<br /><br />一天，两天。<br /><br />还有明天的明天。<br /><br />直到真的有一天，<br /><br />我们忘记了要忘记。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-6546032923098298030?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-39109791699828545162009-09-17T22:26:00.003+08:002009-09-17T22:44:46.294+08:00如果没有伤心事，<br /><br />怎么知道什么是快乐呢？<br /><br />-----<br /><br />生活当中，难免有不如意之事。<br /><br />如果一个人一直悲观的看待人生，<br /><br />那么，<br /><br />他的人生，<br /><br />往往是个悲剧。<br /><br />。。当了两个月不到的教师，<br /><br />碰到了既开心和不开心的事件。<br /><br />如果我只因为不开心的事而闷闷不乐的话，<br /><br />就会忽略到当老师的喜悦。。<br /><br />坦白说， 我觉得教书真的很有满足感。<br /><br />看到学生们的笑容，<br /><br />我觉得自己会变得生龙活虎，<br /><br />马力全开，<br /><br />摇身一变，成为超级赛亚人。<br /><br />。。<br /><br />有人说过一句话，我还蛮同意这样的说法。<br /><br />“Its the students who make a difference, not the teachers."<br /><br />虽然我还资历尚浅，<br /><br />难免会犯错。<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">可是每一步踏错，都是学习的最好基础</span>。<br /><br />:)<br /><br />希望我能持续下去，<br /><br />贯彻我心目中的教育。<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SrJIyO3CjOI/AAAAAAAAAu0/IXyleQY_6lc/s1600-h/P8271003.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SrJIyO3CjOI/AAAAAAAAAu0/IXyleQY_6lc/s320/P8271003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382444532480773346" border="0" /></a><br />The first present I ever received from a class. ^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-3910979169982854516?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-45410146215944710832009-05-30T02:49:00.002+08:002009-05-30T03:04:11.532+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Friday nite is the mood for love.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">爱情本身就像是一壶白开水。</span><br /><br />透明的，清澈的。<br /><br />没有色泽。<br /><br />。。。<br /><br />但是，<br /><br />人们为了迎合自己的口味，<br /><br />水就变成了咖啡，茶，汤，甚至许许多多不同的饮料。<br /><br />。。。<br /><br />于是，<br /><br />爱情，对不同的人来说，<br /><br />都有不同的定义， 不同的味道。<br /><br />。。。<br /><br />于是，<br /><br />幸福， 对不同的人来说，<br /><br />都有截然不同的面貌， 截然不同的韵味。<br /><br />。。。<br /><br />尽管如此，<br /><br />如果你嗅到幸福的话，<br /><br />它往东边招手，你就不应该往西边晃了。<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />..这是爱的星期五，幸福向你招招手哦！<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Friday nite is the mood for love.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-4541014621594471083?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-61271890305079539552009-05-23T02:29:00.005+08:002009-05-23T03:10:52.112+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Friday nite is the mood for love.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">我们都应该给我们爱的人一次幸福的机会</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">，勇敢地去爱吧！</span><br /><br />一年前，我参加了专门为大学新生而设的迎新会。那是Nus Csc 举办的 Ethelonter 5.<br /><br />我们出了一题爱情大考验。<br /><br />“你会选择被爱或爱人？”<br /><br />多数的人选择被爱。<br /><br />隐隐约约我觉得大家的答案有一点矛盾。如果每个人都选择被爱的话，那谁来爱他们？<br /><br />被爱被爱，听起来就觉得像是悲哀。<br /><br />呵。<br /><br />所以嘛，<br /><br />我则选择爱人。<br /><br />--------<br /><br />幸亏爱吃鬼跟我一样，都选择了爱人。<br /><br />我们彼此爱着对方，所以我们也因此被爱。<br /><br />^^<br /><br />一段感情会变质，所以选择被爱的人总是会害怕失去爱她的人。<br /><br />至少我觉得真正爱一个人，就不会因为爱的人不爱自己而停止爱她。<br /><br />爱一个人，不管对方是否爱你，他的幸福总是在第一位。<br /><br />所以选择爱人就不会有那么多顾虑了。<br /><br /><br />-------<br /><br />*我们都该给我们爱的人一次幸福的机会，<br />尽管他们会不会接受我们*<br /><br />------<br /><br /><br />勇敢地去爱吧！<br /><br />不要害怕受伤害。<br /><br />嘻。<br /><br />-----<br /><br /><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://hiphotos.baidu.com/%E4%BC%8A%E7%94%B8%E5%9B%AD1989313/pic/item/98f03dd062d8e7cd572c8441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134135626766705842" border="0" /><a href="http://hiphotos.baidu.com/%E4%BC%8A%E7%94%B8%E5%9B%AD1989313/pic/item/98f03dd062d8e7cd572c8441.jpg">当幸福的门为我们开启时，你是否会携着我的手，肯定我们彼此的幸福呢？</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Friday nite is the mood for love.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-6127189030507953955?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com293tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-10356896804662624462009-05-21T22:52:00.004+08:002009-05-21T23:07:54.165+08:00I am guilty of neglecting my blog. And there are many witnesses to it.<br /><br />I am tied and shackled with too many commitments the past few months. Final year project almost stripped bare my joys in living though I managed to overcome it. Wahaha.<br /><br />Anyway, I am back. BUT it feels kinda strange to blog having been out of the business for months. Guess it always takes time to get used again, just like a prisoner out of jail after a hefty 10 years sentence.<br /><br /><br />~~~~<br /><br />I thought of this line:<br /><br />There's probably a limit to stupidity in life, you know.. However, I haven't find that limit yet, so I am still happily stupid.<br /><br />And just to assure you that I am really quite amused and happy with my life, here goes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/ShVtLXVf32I/AAAAAAAAAuo/hRg5Ixk57YU/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/ShVtLXVf32I/AAAAAAAAAuo/hRg5Ixk57YU/s320/DSC00567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338292975327764322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />=)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-1035689680466262446?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-42381159913763832232009-02-26T23:38:00.001+08:002009-02-26T23:40:43.031+08:00emo.<br /><br />11点38分。<br /><br />崩溃。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-4238115991376383223?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-36870808407336404122009-02-23T23:23:00.004+08:002009-02-23T23:58:45.351+08:00最近好累。。<br />是忙碌把灵魂吞噬掉了吗？<br />呼吸，<br />总有一天我可能会忘了你。<br /><br />~~~~~<br /><br />悲伤与幸福<br />个别只是一脚步，<br />一转身的距离。<br /><br />恶魔与天使。<br />~~~~~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-3687080840733640412?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-17827427317421427012009-01-14T11:42:00.003+08:002009-01-14T11:54:06.109+08:00It is all too easy to be friends, when all we do is focus on the similarities and not the differences.<br /><br />Make Love, Not War.<br /><br />However, if we do not put in effort to settle or negotiate differences, we can never cross over to the other side.<br /><br />Then again, some people argue that we do not need to cross over because we can get a good view down here. But it is different standing from where I am and lookin at you; and standing with you, because I want to.<br /><br />It is all too complicated. .too fuzzy..<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />We all wished upon the stars when we were young once, didn't we??<br /><br />..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-1782742731742142701?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-54674104742074805462009-01-07T02:34:00.004+08:002009-01-07T02:47:07.681+08:00Lazy blogging. Let some pictures do the talking. I am lazy even to upload more.Photos that are less than one week old!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOlnr8QgdI/AAAAAAAAAtU/2cSvKbgru6c/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOlnr8QgdI/AAAAAAAAAtU/2cSvKbgru6c/s320/DSC00334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288252488692040146" border="0" /></a><br />The costume for Zhou Yu in Red Cliff 2 played by Tony Leung!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOlnLMuhII/AAAAAAAAAtM/jmmVzng4jOs/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOlnLMuhII/AAAAAAAAAtM/jmmVzng4jOs/s320/DSC00331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288252479902745730" border="0" /></a><br />Keke! Missy Chua dons on a barbie bag!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOlmtUFQMI/AAAAAAAAAtE/dlAyyK1Rc78/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOlmtUFQMI/AAAAAAAAAtE/dlAyyK1Rc78/s320/DSC00328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288252471880532162" border="0" /></a><br />Silence in lab k!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOlmFGjd1I/AAAAAAAAAs8/eGtvk_n2LCI/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOlmFGjd1I/AAAAAAAAAs8/eGtvk_n2LCI/s320/DSC00326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288252461086373714" border="0" /></a><br />Camwhoring while the lathing machine is hard at work. lol.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOlB5wvMSI/AAAAAAAAAs0/to5_BO_76vc/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOlB5wvMSI/AAAAAAAAAs0/to5_BO_76vc/s320/DSC00325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288251839566786850" border="0" /></a><br />A day @ Waraku at Marina Square.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOlBQF6tGI/AAAAAAAAAss/ibaAwJgV5xc/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOlBQF6tGI/AAAAAAAAAss/ibaAwJgV5xc/s320/DSC00321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288251828381332578" border="0" /></a><br />pui looks really black. I don't suppose it is the lighting.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOlBBNN5PI/AAAAAAAAAsk/fmdP_5A8wEc/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOlBBNN5PI/AAAAAAAAAsk/fmdP_5A8wEc/s320/DSC00320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288251824385418482" border="0" /></a><br />haaaa.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOlAoSZ51I/AAAAAAAAAsc/-nTZ2ha7X5U/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOlAoSZ51I/AAAAAAAAAsc/-nTZ2ha7X5U/s320/DSC00316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288251817696290642" border="0" /></a><br />Lil green Xiao feng. I insist it is green!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOk-Q7UECI/AAAAAAAAAsU/h1ytfvUVLyU/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SWOk-Q7UECI/AAAAAAAAAsU/h1ytfvUVLyU/s320/DSC00315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288251777065685026" border="0" /></a><br />=)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5467410474207480546?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-38713071225515243262008-12-27T16:49:00.005+08:002008-12-27T16:56:43.252+08:00Practically slacking at home after soccer in the morning. Super sleepy now.<br /><br />Anyway, I just caught this scene.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SVXsNGhNV0I/AAAAAAAAAsM/JA8NVrS3WM8/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SVXsNGhNV0I/AAAAAAAAAsM/JA8NVrS3WM8/s320/DSC00318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284389447621498690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />GOSH!!<br /><br />Doraemon has taken ji4 bang4 (the little mouse on top of doraemon, means one hair) as a friend. Little blue carebear and moo moo on the left are witnesses.<br /><br />No more mouse phobia for Doraemon!!<br /><br />Congrats!! =D<br /><br />ps: the sun has gotten to my brain. Temporarily suffering from mild craziness.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-3871307122551524326?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-73571556412713187252008-12-27T01:37:00.004+08:002008-12-27T01:48:47.624+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Friday Night is the mood for love.</span><br /><br />我以为，<br />我不会喜欢不是我类型的。<br /><br />我以为，<br />我心目中的女孩一定要那么样。<br /><br />但是，<br />爱吃鬼走进了我的世界。<br /><br />=)<br /><br />于是，<br />我看到你听不到的。<br />你听到我看不到的。<br /><br />谢天谢地，<br />我们牵手了。<br /><br />^^<br /><br />我的幸福，<br />交给你了。<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SVUY7ZrwJqI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ZLJy4qV-8Ag/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SVUY7ZrwJqI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ZLJy4qV-8Ag/s320/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284157146574890658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Friday Night is the mood for love.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-7357155641271318725?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-73663900995681966372008-12-26T01:10:00.004+08:002008-12-26T01:35:21.157+08:00There is a compelling need to save, especially when the economy is in a tumultuous state. I realise that the older generation is more adept at saving the scraps whereas the younger generation tend to be more generous with their loose change.<br /><br />My aunt, her friend and I were clearing the storeroom today and loads were thrown away. They tried to keep whatever that was still usable while my first thought was to throw. Our values were intrinsically different.<br /><br />..<br /><br />My mum was a thrifty woman, and she worked hard to put us through university. She saved wherever she could and spent wisely. Looking back, I knew I could have done better for my previous semesters when my mum was still around; and it only struck me how disappointing I was after my mum's death. That realisation struck me like a bolt from the blue. However, this time round, I can say that my mum would be proud of my results. =) heh heh.<br /><br />..<br /><br />Perhaps I need to learn to be thrifty like my mum. Thriftiness is a virtue. After all, it is hard to save and all too easy to spend your money away. I need to constantly remind myself the importance of saving, though not to the extent of being stingy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-7366390099568196637?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-49151189139530642182008-12-13T04:07:00.003+08:002008-12-13T04:31:26.949+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Friday Nite is the mood for love.</span><br /><br />眼看着我哥哥与准大嫂即将踏上红地毯，长达10年的爱情长跑终于要进入更甜蜜的阶段，我真的很为他们高兴。我衷心的祝福他们，希望他们能白头到老，携手打造属于自己的幸福。<br /><br />然而，他的弟弟至今的恋爱经验还是零。说起来还真的觉得有一点沮丧哦。<br /><br />哈哈。<br /><br />其实，我仍然有一个我很喜欢的她。当我知道她觉得我们不可能的时候，我决定扼杀自己对她的这份情。这一年来，我从爱与喜欢的夹缝中穿梭来回，重复练习不爱她。现在，总算觉得自己对她的爱已升华到更特别的情感。<br /><br />比爱更爱的喜欢。<br /><br />像橘子说的，不爱也是一种爱。=)<br /><br />呵。。<br /><br />虽然我不是你的真命天子，但是我铁定是你的专属奶妈妈。<br /><br />你的专属奶妈妈。。。<br /><br />。。。<br /><br />唔觉得幸福这两个字，胜过千言万语。<br /><br />所以。。<br />嗯。。<br />不想要再多说什么，只想说。。<br /><br /><br />你一定要幸福。<br /><br />真正的幸福。。<br /><br />打从心坎里的幸福。。。<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Friday Nite is the mood for love.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-4915118913953064218?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-30928282701858620932008-12-10T19:50:00.002+08:002008-12-10T19:55:40.547+08:00Today, I looked into the mirror and I got hell of a shock!<br /><br />"Where is Benny??" I asked myself.<br /><br />I saw a bum in there. A lazy bum.<br /><br />Did the mirror decide to give itself a off day?<br /><br />But when I knocked my head to make sure I was not dreaming, I thought I almost suffer a concussion from my own grievous assault on the head.<br /><br />That same fella in that mirror got a heavy knock too.<br /><br />Yeah. It was unmistakable. I was that lazy bum.<br /><br />B for Benny, B for Bum.<br /><br />ROARS.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-3092828270185862093?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-76760900994333264582008-11-23T01:33:00.005+08:002008-11-23T01:55:17.708+08:00你是我的影子，<br />在无法承受的光明里，<br />我需要的黑暗。<br /><br />If this were literally translated,<br /><br />You are my shadow,<br />under the unbearable light,<br />the darkness that I need.<br /><br />^^ rubbish (垃圾）<br /><br />影子啊！<br />因为有你，<br />我才感觉到自己实实在在地活着。<br /><br />Ahh! The shadow!<br />Because of you,<br />I feel alive! ALIVE!!!!<br /><br />lol. They say ghosts do not have shadows.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-7676090099433326458?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-1921145654011888392008-11-21T23:55:00.007+08:002008-11-22T00:50:45.763+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Friday Night is the mood for love.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >迷失在街道的每一个雨滴,<br />都是在寻找着属于自己的那一片彩虹</span><span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">~~~~</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Below is a most inspiring line that I heard this week.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">幸福，有很多不同的分身吧</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">失去了爱神的眷顾</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">却换来家人和朋友的爱护</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">也学会了更珍惜它们的存在</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">这不也是一种幸福吗？(:</span><br /><br />=)<br /><br /></span><span>Omg.</span><span> </span><span>T</span><span>his really is a line that should hit the books. You ought to be an author!! =D</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我： 你一定会幸福的！！！！！！！！！！！！！<br /><br />你也一定要幸福哦！ </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">~~~~</span></span></span>^^<br /><span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >就像城市里的每一个人，<br />都在寻找心里最珍贵的一份情。</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Friday Night is the mood for love.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-192114565401188839?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-13091749829739802072008-11-20T16:47:00.002+08:002008-11-20T17:04:28.891+08:00Sometimes, someone say something, or do something deemed so inconsequential that they will forget in an instant, but it leaves a lasting impression on you.<br /><br />It may just change your life forever.<br /><br />Many years back, there was this incident that I could only remember after Buddy jolted my memory, but which remained etched in hers.<br /><br />We boarded a bus in the late afternoon. As it was not peak hours yet, we managed to find 2 seats side by side. As she was about to take the window seat, I stopped her because the hot afternoon sun was shining in and i did not want her to be under the sun. So I took that window seat.<br /><br />It was really nothing.. But she remembered it as a sweet thing that I have done for her. I must have been quite "bland" most of the time. LOL..<br /><br />..<br /><br />^^ That's why I love the afternoon sun. Afternoon sunshine. Fun.<br /><br />~~~~<br /><br />There was this other incident which left an impression on me. I was spreading butter at Cafe Cartel (where you can get plenty of bread) when Jun commented on how nicely I am able to spread the butter!<br /><br />It is always innocuous comments like this that strikes the chord of someone's hearts.<br /><br />They are there to stay, not just "hi" and "goodbye".<br /><br />LOL. Nowadays I pretty pride myself on spreading the butter and it comes as no surprise if I offer to spread it for u!<br /><br />HHAHAHAHAHAHAA By the way I just ate 4 slices of bread. Not many considering I eat 7 slices for breakfast.<br /><br />-_-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-1309174982973980207?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-32258573859292414612008-11-18T12:41:00.003+08:002008-11-18T13:34:32.450+08:00Jem was talking about this the other day..<br /><br />Trading a A+ for a A so that we can pull up other modules.<br /><br />- - - - - - - -<br /><br />I wonder, if we can trade happiness for less sadness?<br /><br />If <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Net Happiness</span> = <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">Total Happiness</span> - <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Total Sadness</span><br /><br />and net does not change, will we still be better off?<br /><br />Then again, if happiness and sadness are both cut short,<br /><br />In happy times, we wouldn't really be happy, and in sad times, we wouldn't really be sad too.<br /><br />We will become numb.<br /><br /><br />悲伤剪一半，快乐剪一半。<br /><br />如果雨下的小些，<br /><br />而雨后的彩虹只剩下三种颜色,<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">彩虹还是彩虹吗？</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-3225857385929241461?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-63828536670145090312008-11-16T22:59:00.002+08:002008-11-16T23:17:28.752+08:00Really had a great day celebrating pp's birthday in advance..<br /><br />Ktv, lots of it, Balloons, lots of it, tiramisu, lots of it, photos, lots of it,<br /><br />and most importantly,<br /><br />good friends, lots of them.<br /><br />=)<br /><br />Hope to post some photos up here after getting them from dear SK.<br /><br />..<br /><br />Somehow, after a really really happy day, I always tend to feel a bit poignant in the aftermath of everything.<br /><br />Perhaps, at the peak of your happiness, you can only fall.<br /><br />But, that's life. Flowers at the peak of their life wither, and budding ones unfold to their captivating bloom.<br /><br />~~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">寻找彩虹的踪迹。</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-6382853667014509031?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-84820719087836643662008-11-15T18:17:00.005+08:002008-11-15T18:32:09.831+08:00Today seem to be one of those days when I totally do not feel good. Nothing irritated me, no one stepped on my tail too, because I do not have a tail anyway. HAHA. -_-''<br /><br />I hoped it isn't yesterday's divination lot that I got from a temple. I went to pray for good luck in exams with Ah Chua at Si Ma Lu, and as usual, I went to get a divination lot. The contents do not bode well. It was saying: "What you are doing is tantamount to searching for a pin in the sea; and even if you manage to get it back, what's the point?"<br /><br />So, what's the point?<br /><br />zzz.<br /><br />I hope it is not the onset of a mini mid life crisis. I ought to be too busy for that though I am not doing anything productive at all now.<br /><br />Bad period.<br /><br />.. Period.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">彩虹都跑到哪里去了？</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-8482071908783664366?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-41614165965814445032008-11-15T00:41:00.001+08:002008-11-15T00:45:22.429+08:00你说过的话，<br />答应过的事，<br />我都会记得的。<br /><br />可是你老是敷衍我，<br />是不是我不重要？<br /><br />眼眶里，<br />可以装下小鱼儿了..<br /><br />星期五的夜晚，<br />总是让我莫名其妙的emo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-4161416596581444503?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-19345587973638865232008-11-12T23:01:00.002+08:002008-11-12T23:25:03.842+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">The rain's been falling,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and I wonder,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">where has the rainbow been hiding?</span><br /><br />It has been a long time since I blogged. I had eventful days all this while, be it happy or sad, but out of a sudden, I dread writing. I developed the aversion to writing, my mind a painful blank as I started out on a post, staring fitfully at the computer screen. I believed if I have peered hard enough, I might have burnt a hole right into the display..<br /><br />I love painting stories, I still do. I love to knock strange ideas off my head and concoct a story out of my intense imagination. But perhaps the hectic schedule has erased some of that enthusiasm and the need to transform it into words.<br /><br />Sigh.. Maybe the rain made me crazy today.<br /><br />I am waiting for that rainbow.<br /><br />I am waiting for a long awaited rainbow,<br /><br />and the rain to stop.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-1934558797363886523?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-27761183837855751642008-11-02T01:36:00.003+08:002008-11-02T02:00:36.149+08:00Funny how one can be totally inspiring.<br /><br />Inspiration probably works both ways.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">你知不知道你的一个微笑，<br /><br />跟超人的电话亭，<br /><br />一样重要？<br /><br />没有电话亭，<br />超人只是普通人。<br /><br />没有你的微笑，<br />我无法变身成你的超人。</span><br /><br />I became superman because of your smile.<br /><br />That's what all that means.<br /><br /><br />For a last line,<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">太在意一个人， 也许是一种奢侈的温柔。太沉重了。<br /><br />我想都不敢想。<br /><br />我只是在奇怪，<br /><br />当一个人走进另一个人的世界时，<br /><br />怎么都不需要敲敲门，<br /><br />就可以毫无礼貌的闯进去？<br /><br />是不是他一直都在等你？<br /><br /><br />这世界上，<br />是否在某一个角落里，<br />有人在等着我？</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-2776118383785575164?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-84713417681592544572008-10-27T14:12:00.001+08:002008-10-27T14:14:03.770+08:00最富裕的想象力，<br /><br />是把故事带进现实里。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-8471341768159254457?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-57436871153937252212008-10-27T14:05:00.004+08:002008-10-27T14:12:17.700+08:00A msn conversation some days back. I wrote the green lines.<br /><br /><br /><table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 90%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"><tbody style="vertical-align: top;"><tr></tr><tr><td><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:130%;" >but then cupid makes 2 pple fall in love<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:130%;" >then yue lao makes the 2 lovers get married<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:130%;" >so i tink they work in unison<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:130%;" >muz be co-existence then.<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Porky,'s;font-size:130%;color:#8000ff;" >whoaa<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Porky,'s;font-size:130%;color:#8000ff;" >yuelao makes 2 ppl get married? =/<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Porky,'s;font-size:130%;color:#8000ff;" >i din noe tat =x<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Porky,'s;font-size:130%;color:#8000ff;" >lolls u sound like... some</span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Porky,'s;font-size:130%;color:#8000ff;" >philosopher<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Porky,'s;font-size:130%;color:#8000ff;" >HAHA</span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Porky,'s;font-size:130%;color:#8000ff;" >=p<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:130%;" >hmmm. cuz i thot chinese alw preach marriage?<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:130%;" >n besides last time dun need love oso can get married?<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:130%;" >so i guess at the top, the western n eastern gods sign a pact<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:130%;" >sayin there muz be love coupled wif marriage<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:130%;" >but i dun tink cupid works really well wif yue lao<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:130%;" >cupid muz be cursing yue lao n his wispy beard sometimes<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:130%;" >cuz when pple get married nowadays, they divorce<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:130%;" >then yue lao is shitting on cupid too<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:130%;" >cuz last time<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:130%;" >pple dun really divorce , even if theres no love present<br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:130%;" >guess seriously, the more love there is, the more a couple<br />is bound to get hurt when something happens</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5743687115393725221?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-19574866564365689142008-10-12T23:27:00.005+08:002008-10-13T00:20:08.955+08:00我今天晒了一整天。。 感觉自己好像中暑了。<br />最近也睡眠不足，导致精神不宁，浑浑噩噩。。<br /><br />唉。。<br />我没看医生，<br />可是我确定我患了缺乏幸福的病。<br />一个呼吸都忘了节奏的病。<br /><br />。。为什么人总是无法诚实地面对自己的爱情？<br />故事也是，真实的人生也是。<br />懦弱的逃避种种的不安因素，<br />因为害怕受到任何伤害。<br /><br />忘记了自己的誓言吗？<br />还是，<br />努力的记得要忘记呢？<br /><br />我该坚持吗? 该吗？<br /><br />我在一股劲的伤心。想你。<br /><br />我的爱情，<br />也许连故事都不是。<br />它只是故事里的故事。<br /><br />一个不属于你我，<br />只属于睡美人爱情长眠里的一椿梦。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-1957486656436568914?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-57110673588142978682008-10-10T23:08:00.002+08:002008-10-10T23:29:12.718+08:003 Jay songs from his new album.<br /><br />That's the time I take to reach home from Clementi MRT.<br /><br />I am pretty glad I reach home safe and sound today because I am super absent minded today.<br /><br />My soul seemed to be floating in obscure space right from the morning and I am glad I did not burn my house down when I was boiling my ba kut teh..<br /><br />My first mishap was felt hardest by QQ's Financial Accounting Textbook when I left home at Clementi. Sobs sobs. I forgot to tighten my water bottle cap and the entire contents of my bag got soaked..The book must have been crying. If not it won't be dripping with water. I can squeeze water out.. -_-<br /><br />2nd stupid thing was messaging the wrong person. I wanted to message Chua that Jingyi will be going for Sunday's Fishing Event and I ended up messaging Jingyi instead.. -_- _-<br /><br />3rd thing.. ~I left SDE Com Complex, with Junli and Sk still there doing their various stuff, in order to fetch p.PP from her lecture.. I forgot to bring my handphone, bringing only my handphone pouch.. Came back without her to get my phone so that I can ascertain her location.. -_-_-_-<br /><br />4th thing.. ~~ Damn.. I stepped on a little depression on the ground filled with dirty water while on the way back home after dinner from bukit timah. Everywhere was dry except there...<br />-_-_-_-_-<br /><br />GOSH. I am such a scatterbrain.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5711067358814297868?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-40090150322606746532008-10-10T00:41:00.001+08:002008-10-10T00:42:59.745+08:00Crying Beni..<br /><br />Tears of a broken heart.<br /><br />That's all that is left.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-4009015032260674653?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-63487360195687321772008-10-09T00:13:00.003+08:002008-10-09T02:47:29.793+08:00<h2><span style="text-decoration: none;">笨尼爱的系列(一) <<不属于他>> Part 1</span></h2><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />"我和丘比特在这秋天有个约,可是他又放我飞机了..."</span><br /><br />这个故事的开始是一个结束。因为结束常常意味着新的开始。然而，阿克在自己的爱情还未萌芽前，就悠然的结束了。<br /><br />“动物是拿来养的。”<br /><br />女生不留余地。<br /><br />“请你去照照镜子吧，河马！”<br /><br />女生很干脆的残忍。<br /><br />“对不起，我喜欢女的。”<br /><br />晴天霹雳。<br /><br />是的。阿克的爱情史是一大篇的空白。周围的人至少都沾到爱情的边。有些的甚至一塌糊涂，狗屁不通，不伦不类。但是，阿克异于常人。他的状况连蟑螂老兄，“小强”，都觉得可怜。<br /><br />如果爱情是一个专修科目, 需要上考场的话, 无庸置疑的, 阿克一定会考的惨不忍睹.毕竟, 100个人对于爱,都有100各因人而异的答案。但是，阿克却从来没有答案。<br /><br />其实，22岁的阿克长得并不太难看，只是有一点滑稽。呃。。在那厚厚的黑色眼睛框背后，有对大男孩稚气的眼睛。红肿的鼻子像是有留不完的鼻涕，宽阔的嘴巴可以跟河马匹敌。不错吧？成龙靠着鼻子红透半边天，而嘴大吃四方嘛~~<br /><br />。。<br /><br />好啦。尽管相貌多么不齐，阿克有一颗善良的心。<br /><br />这一点，蟑螂老兄，“小强”可以保证。<br /><br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />持续。<br /><br />ps: Haven't been writing stories for some time. Thought I could do with one now. Hope my enthusiasm do not fizzle out that fast. Haha.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-6348736019568732177?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-36254441535041852362008-10-05T22:51:00.002+08:002008-10-06T00:07:45.602+08:00我在等待一首属于我的歌,<br /><br />一个愿意唱给我听的人.<br /><br />或许我能谱自己的曲,填自己的词,<br /><br />但是我还没遇到那样的人.<br /><br />可是在九把刀,"爱情,两好三坏"里, 里面有一句我本身还觉得蛮经典的.<br /><br />"一直都在等一个人,就一定能够等到那一个人."<br /><br />我希望是吧.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-3625444153504185236?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-83562204027826231102008-09-26T14:10:00.001+08:002008-09-26T14:32:22.846+08:00I feel that I ought to work on crazy and complex equations so that I might one day, solve an universal problem and end up winning a Nobel Prize. But I get stuck in an infinite loop of my own, as I struggle to negotiate my own identity.<br /><br />I now entertain the thought of being the bacteria of a bacteria. NANANA~<br /><br />Interaction with your own species at the most innate level requires the highest level of complexity. You really need bazookas, grenades and an indestructible amour to fend off the lies that are going to be aimed at you with ruthless efficiency.<br /><br />Bla bla bla.<br /><br />Anyway, I heard this during Dinner with Cokty yesterday. Walter was the story teller.<br /><br />There was this auntie who bought 2 pomegranate overseas and during customs when she was returning to Singapore, the officer asked her what was in her bag.<br /><br />She promptly replied.<br /><br />And she was caught.<br /><br />The officer heard" Bombs and grenades."<br /><br />-_-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-8356220402782623110?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-28115881345169145242008-09-20T10:36:00.002+08:002008-09-20T11:02:52.315+08:00时间是一个轨道；<br />它留下的是一种轨迹。<br /><br />当你选择了某种生活方式，<br />而跟着自己的时间做长途赛跑，<br />总有一天，<br />你一定要相信，<br />它会带你到你不曾到过的地方。<br /><br />也许一开始，<br />它不一定会向前方前进。<br />兜了一圈，<br />也可能会发现自己还在原地打转。<br /><br />可是，<br />只要你肯再重新出发，<br />笃信着自己的前方<br />写着属于自己幸福的未来，<br />你一定，<br />一定，<br />一定一定，<br />能到达。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-2811588134516914524?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-72851479027691305982008-09-18T21:38:00.017+08:002008-09-19T00:03:31.832+08:00Too many words make memories of the wind a dull boy.<br /><br />Catch this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SNJ7Jg1FHJI/AAAAAAAAAgM/K_RJaT_fvOs/s1600-h/n645102834_1394405_8751.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SNJ7Jg1FHJI/AAAAAAAAAgM/K_RJaT_fvOs/s320/n645102834_1394405_8751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247391919201655954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Yishun graduates having a little MAF celebration over at Xiqian's house. Yishun reading stars ROCKS!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-7285147902769130598?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-43474636027426371422008-09-18T21:38:00.014+08:002008-09-18T23:48:36.991+08:00Been starving my blog, which explains why I need to stuff it with so many posts today to make up for it. Not the point anyway.<br /><br />Back to main point.<br /><br />I respect my guy friends who treat their girlfriends really nice and yet, manage to find time for their friends. Despite the incorrigible term coined to them when they go on a date, it is admirable to see them taking it in their stride.<br /><br />I salute you all. Haha.<br /><br />Really, it is amazing to hear about the things they will do for their girlfriends and see it for yourself sometimes.<br /><br />男人的体贴是一种细微的感觉。<br /><br />铁与血的男人，<br />却用面和粉构置出爱情最美丽的图案。<br /><br />然而。。<br />要到达你的心，<br />还需要我无法衡量的距离。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-4347463602742637142?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-91012723270693896622008-09-18T21:38:00.010+08:002008-09-18T23:13:43.376+08:00WHOOO!!!<br /><br />I am a scatterbrain, scatterbrain, scatterbrain..~~ lalala!!!<br /><br />I am a.. eh.. so what's that again?<br /><br />* Brain scattered over the place*<br /><br />... -_-<br /><br />Well, I almost lost my portable hard disk yesterday because I left it at one of the computer terminals in NUS's engineering computer cluster at 11pm yesterday. I got almost crazy when I realised that it WASN"T around when I reached home.<br /><br />I was about to pluck all my hair out, one by one. I had the crazy resolution to stay awake till the very next day so that I can rush to school when the computer cluster is open for the day. I succumbed to the zzz monster's temptation at 330am. And I missed my alarm at 5am.<br /><br />I only got to school at 930am but my beloved hard disk is still there!! Yeah! I wanna kiss all my friends to death for making my reunion possible! If not, I really need to pluck out all my hair, one by one. All my data was inside, especially FYP data and I didnt back up.<br /><br />~~~^^<br />Like what Kkk says, I can't put all my eggs in one basket. What if they hatched, and all fly away？<br /><br />~~我的青春小鸟一去不回来~~<br /><br />。。。<br /><br />I guess someone up there is really watching over me.. I almost lost my wallet twice, and adding this to my series of scatterbrain mishaps, I am third time lucky. *phew* Of cause I know I can't be that lucky all the time, so I must be steady next time.<br /><br />awww...anyway, muz definitely thank my mei for being so concerned. *kiss u to death* lol.<br /><br />Byes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-9101272327069389662?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-91340925356335879182008-09-18T21:38:00.005+08:002008-09-18T22:05:14.489+08:00I want to be a bacteria. -Eat, rest and multiply.<br /><br />Well, mankind does just that, maybe a bit more.<br /><br />We have a longer lifespan to come up with weird mechanisms to spice up our "bacteria" life. And the below picture is the product of our interesting and roller coaster life.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SNJbsTw2MQI/AAAAAAAAAgE/f8g6KiabUTM/s1600-h/oldies.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SNJbsTw2MQI/AAAAAAAAAgE/f8g6KiabUTM/s320/oldies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247357332617572610" border="0" /></a><br />Photos of me in the 1960s to 1990s. Hehe.<br /><br />Go to the below website to relive urself in the oldies era.<br /><br />http://yearbookyourself.com/<br /><br />Self explanatory.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-9134092535633587918?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-57130645132612565402008-09-14T18:54:00.003+08:002008-09-14T19:02:14.774+08:002 tests this week do not stop my mind from drifting and wandering in space.<br /><br />I wonder which is greater: the number of fishes in the ocean, or the number of birds in the sky?<br /><br />I tried to google but to no avail.<br /><br />Can anyone give me an answer?<br /><br />Erm..<br /><br />Another question. Is there really an answer for every question?<br /><br />And does it matter even if we do not know?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5713064513261256540?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-45845367372175060222008-09-14T00:15:00.004+08:002008-09-14T00:51:48.878+08:00Gosh.. 星期六深夜．．<br /><br />It has been a tumultuous ride, the shaky feeling of being in a boat, and not knowing when I will fall off. I know you deserve better, and I just want you to be happy.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">我们不就像烟花一样吗？<br /><br />一瞬间的灿烂，<br />换那么残酷的短暂。<br />可是，<br />在那一刻的永恒，<br />我感动过。。。<br /><br /><br />我知道，<br />承诺我给过，<br />我们的爱，<br />彼此都不吝啬过。<br /><br />但是甜蜜的故事少点什么，<br />转折点，<br />我们都错过。<br /></span><br />只希望，<br />你会好好过。。。<br /><br />Take care..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-4584536737217506022?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-73932636172835065932008-09-13T03:10:00.004+08:002008-09-13T03:35:10.631+08:00<span><span style="font-style: italic;">Friday night is the mood for love.<br /><br /></span>I gasped as I looked at the time now and I wondered what is keeping me from bed. No pelting rain, just a little breeze coming in from the window. Perhaps it were the tiny thoughts growing in my tiny brain that are swimming freely like little fishes.<br /><br />Read Xiqian's blog post on young love and I feel it apt to mention this little line that he quoted.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span><span>"Antoine de Daint-Exupery, the author of 'The little Prince', once wrote "Love is not two person gazing at each other, but two people looking ahead together in the same direction."</span> "<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />Life's purest moments of love is the unspoken promise that holding hands, hold.<br /><br />Hope that the many "two people" in the world, find their direction and walk together in bliss. It is not easy to really love the person who is standing next to you. Treasure your love, and it will be reciprocal. =)<br /><br />手心贴着手心，<br />温暖贴着温暖，<br />彼此的心跳传递着天长地久。<br /><br />那是牵手的幸福。<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Friday night is the mood for love.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-7393263617283506593?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-13972527265345874962008-09-07T22:43:00.005+08:002008-09-07T23:11:34.633+08:00Procrastination is an idiosyncrasy that makes my life sings out of tune. Things often do not go according to plan and though a day ends on a happier note, I cannot really imagine what disaster might befall me when everything comes back. Lets just say I am still pretty much alive at the very moment.<br /><br />However, the crisis is blatant. I got loads of things to do, yet there is an seemingly invisible force which tempts me to oblivion by fixing me in time and I stone, simply worrying about the loads of things to do and not doing anything material. It is tantamount to being firmly rooted on the highway and 50 metres away is a 10 ton truck which threatens to seal my precious little life in a couple of seconds. I have time to move away, but I stand there just worrying about being hit. Stupid.<br /><br />And I rather wonder if it is better to rain at night or the afternoon. Or if it is cats or dogs that come down when the rain comes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-1397252726534587496?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-67029945050263716792008-09-06T00:15:00.011+08:002008-09-06T01:52:39.028+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Fri night is the mood for love.</span><br /><br />Question: Love. Do we really need to give ourselves a reason, before we love?<br /><br />....<br /><br />I cannot answer that myself.. Sigh. Sometimes, the paths of 2 converge to become 1 common path. Yet at the near end, it diverges to become 2 solo paths, and answers become questions again. Things go round. In a loop, in a circle. In a deviously planned manner, people get crossed in love, fall out of it, or get rejected.<br /><br />It happens all the time, all this while, so much so that they start to be afraid of love.<br /><br />However, despite what happens, I hope that everyone do not give up the courage to love and keep on believing in true love.<br /><br />我不放弃爱的勇气<br /> 我不怀疑会有真心<br /><br />It will probably be a bumpy ride ahead, but enjoy it while it lasts. You might enjoy the view higher up on the bump than on the smooth sailing one. Do not be afraid of taking the plunge. Do not be afraid of taking the brunt.<br /><br />不管怎样　怎样都会受伤　伤了又怎样<br />至少我很坚强　我很坦荡<br /><br /><br />未来的你会懂我的疯狂<br />....<br /><br />(all above lyrics from Fish Leong's 给未来的自己)<br /><br /><br /><br />让每个挫折都能成为你成长的阶梯，一路陪伴你生命的美好旅程。<br /><br /><br />Simplicity is best. Just hope that love can be as simple as ~~~~<br /><br />Answer: "You make me happy. " *smiles*<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fri night is the mood for love.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-6702994505026371679?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-53698036709076160302008-08-29T00:21:00.002+08:002008-08-29T00:46:59.718+08:00Sometimes, we really need to feel pain, to realise we are alive.<br /><br />This line.. well.. what was that show?<br /><br />This guy in a show have a remote control which he can skip the sad moments in life so that he does not have to experience the pain accompanied with that.<br /><br />Yes, pain is unbearable.<br /><br />But they make us more human.<br /><br />I dreamt of my late grandma some time back and it made me remind how much I missed her. I have experienced the pain of losing someone dear twice over in 2 years.<br />...<br /><br />argh.. headache.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5369803670907616030?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-74176887207684656482008-08-28T23:45:00.003+08:002008-08-29T00:11:01.809+08:00I have enough of using my left brain in what is a week of academic hell for me. Tutorials, labs, assignments, lectures came in a whirl and hit me like a hurricane at monstrous speeds despite it being the 3rd week of school. All my left brain cells are hurt in the logical thought process. Crazy schedules like 9am to 9pm lessons are killing me...<br /><br />zzz..<br /><br />Therefore, my right brain is finally out to wreak havoc. Humming random distorted tunes in my little brain. It is kept hush in my tiny room of thoughts though...<br /><br />Try this too if you want.<br /><br />http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,22556281-661,00.html<br /><br />My right brain is taking dominance right now and I cant change how the dancer turns now. I normally can concentrate and let it turn whichever way I want.<br /><br />Picked up a pen and doodled randomly on the bus.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SLbJ1KdGjJI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6CDECHz9u_g/s1600-h/random+wifout+nose.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SLbJ1KdGjJI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6CDECHz9u_g/s320/random+wifout+nose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239597131668819090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SLbJ0sPrtTI/AAAAAAAAAfk/oOoLOfaFL_c/s1600-h/random+doodle.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SLbJ0sPrtTI/AAAAAAAAAfk/oOoLOfaFL_c/s320/random+doodle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239597123559470386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SLbJ0y-4ejI/AAAAAAAAAfs/KA3tgG3h2j0/s1600-h/random+painting.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SLbJ0y-4ejI/AAAAAAAAAfs/KA3tgG3h2j0/s320/random+painting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239597125368052274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SLbJ1Ze8-pI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7WzBizTz6Zc/s1600-h/random+zoom.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SLbJ1Ze8-pI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7WzBizTz6Zc/s320/random+zoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239597135703112338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I suck at drawing the nose and mouth. GRRR..<br /><br />I feel so numb.<br /><br />Sometimes, we really need to feel pain, to realise that we are alive.<br /><br />This does not really bode well.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-7417688720768465648?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-39432709470685691942008-08-25T23:25:00.004+08:002008-08-25T23:32:08.359+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">我和缘分定了幸福的约定。</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">它可能有一点姗姗来迟，</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">可是我坚信一定会实现。<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-3943270947068569194?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-90852032152127188782008-08-25T23:10:00.004+08:002008-08-25T23:24:16.984+08:00I did an interesting experiment while I was on the way home from tuition tonight. <br /><br />There was a long, straight stretch of road beside Queenstown Primary School which I have to walk. The lights were dim, and there was no one in sight. There wasn't any obstacles in front either.<br /><br />Hence, I closed my eyes, and I counted my steps as I proceeded to walk towards home.<br /><br />1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. ... 9.. 10..seems like eternity...<br /><br />10 steps were my threshold when I started to falter, and almost stumbled.<br /><br />Although we know that the road ahead is straight and how it looks like, the moment we lost sight of our goal, we stumbled and we became our main obstacle, because we are afraid. We are afraid, because what is known, has become unknown.<br /><br />We need to cure ourselves of our insecurities.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-9085203215212718878?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-52414963592932552332008-08-03T03:26:00.001+08:002008-08-03T16:12:22.715+08:00These were photos taken weeks ago, courtesy of Jow's superb camera phone. Jow, Ah Chua and me were at Chinatown that day to scout for travel packages to go to Bangkok for holiday. In the end, we decided to book the air tickets and hotel separately.<br /><br />Lunch was imminent after we met and hence we went to one of the complex to settle our devilish cravings. We had our fill when Ah Chua decided to treat us to something <span style="font-style: italic;">cool</span> after I had <span style="font-style: italic;">coolly </span>taken on the challenge of eating Duck wings, heart and tongue. EEEKS.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIbDN2rw8lI/AAAAAAAAAdo/tKCmWPRjPyI/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIbDN2rw8lI/AAAAAAAAAdo/tKCmWPRjPyI/s320/DSC00102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226079060394832466" border="0" /></a><br />The one on the right with the tentacles is the tongue and the one that is skewered in a row are 3 duck hearts.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIbDOM8uYoI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Rc_I4Vu3LI8/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIbDOM8uYoI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Rc_I4Vu3LI8/s320/DSC00103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226079066371547778" border="0" /></a><br />I am smiling broadly with the duck heart at my mercy but seriously, I wasn't too amused at the thought of eating the heart. It has a rubbery texture and certainly does not whet my appetite.<br /><br />Rating: <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7675/1980/1600/star2.1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7675/1980/200/star2.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />~~~<br /><br />After that little misadventure, we went to <a href="http://blog.casualpoet.com/" target="_blank">Casualpoet</a>, a place which I have previously <a href="http://naisevol.blogspot.com/2008/07/tata-i-was-walking-along-busy-shop.html" target="">recommended</a>.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIbD2m72X4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Rz2cPbk_eNU/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIbD2m72X4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Rz2cPbk_eNU/s320/DSC00107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226079760541966210" border="0" /></a><br />Ah Chua looking very happy.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIbD20FOC1I/AAAAAAAAAeY/DIidFXbSLS4/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIbD20FOC1I/AAAAAAAAAeY/DIidFXbSLS4/s320/DSC00108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226079764070927186" border="0" /></a><br />Don't act shy la, Jow jow. We know u are big.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIbD3AaYpsI/AAAAAAAAAeg/6rycQyincYc/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIbD3AaYpsI/AAAAAAAAAeg/6rycQyincYc/s320/DSC00109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226079767380928194" border="0" /></a><br />Say Cheese~~~<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIbDOlsCkUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/KknQWpPFaqs/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIbDOlsCkUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/KknQWpPFaqs/s320/DSC00104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226079073012453698" border="0" /></a><br />Xiao Ye mao~~~<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIbDOzZNUxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/yTDOTewJZ6M/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIbDOzZNUxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/yTDOTewJZ6M/s320/DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226079076691563282" border="0" /></a><br />A picturesque view of the place.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIbDPCBZa1I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6iUlP8VO0TY/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIbDPCBZa1I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6iUlP8VO0TY/s320/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226079080618224466" border="0" /></a><br />lalala~<br /><br />Overall, <a href="http://blog.casualpoet.com/" target="_blank">Casualpoet</a> is a nice place to have a cup of coffee and talk with your friends while you laze through your entire afternoon. =))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5241496359293255233?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-64621141139346707132008-07-29T01:48:00.003+08:002008-08-03T03:22:58.875+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">"Will your answer to this question be no?"</span><br /><br />I saw this question appearing in a book that contains ridiculous questions and even more ridiculous answers today at Kinokuniya in Suntec City. The book was really amusing, and I had a good laugh at the contents.<br /><br />Anyway my answer is~~<br /><br />"No. My answer won't be no."<br /><br />Tata.<br /><br />I am going off. Ciao.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-6462114113934670713?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-45328008845929941772008-07-28T14:48:00.003+08:002008-07-28T15:11:28.592+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SI1sa1tW1tI/AAAAAAAAAew/TVd85WNo90k/s1600-h/10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SI1sa1tW1tI/AAAAAAAAAew/TVd85WNo90k/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227953950796732114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div class="mod"> <div class="mod_title">塔羅牌義</div> <div class="mod_details">命運之輪是不停轉動的，世事萬物也會同時出現變化。不論變化是好是壞，這都是注定的。同時，也只是一個循環。 人們沒辦法阻止命運，而人也不能回到過去，因此人們也應珍惜現在，並且參考過去。因為過去的，可能會再次重演。<br /><br /></div> </div> <div class="mod"> <div class="mod_title">愛情運勢</div> <div class="mod_details">你們倆人的緣分是天注定，這是一場一見鐘情的愛情。你可以理解成一個新的開始，這也是你告白、拍拖的好機會，適宜結婚。你會獲得長久圓滿的姻緣。<br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />今天还在想说，<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">人与人之间的相遇，一定有自己的道理。</span></span><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------<br /></div> </div><br /><br />I always remember a line from SAJC's proud lineage.<br /><br />"No one is here by chance."<br /><br />I made choices at junctions, crossroads, and no matter the outcome, I have been glad and satisfied with my life so far, save for a few regrets and disappointments along the way. I sometimes look back and wonder if my decision is correct, but ultimately, I laughed it off, and topped it up with a smile.<br /><br />I made great friends at different stages and though my life probably could have been better, it does not mean it is not good now too.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SI1wxT7KD4I/AAAAAAAAAe4/CNmGRybMn88/s1600-h/beda0f4460fe8a5f500ffe60.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SI1wxT7KD4I/AAAAAAAAAe4/CNmGRybMn88/s320/beda0f4460fe8a5f500ffe60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227958734911311746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" >all my friends</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-4532800884592994177?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-58277588475259774922008-07-26T07:08:00.003+08:002008-07-26T07:47:38.452+08:00A wonderful good morning to all~<br /><br />I woke up at 630am today, at my own accord. I am simply surprised at the wonders that sleeping early can do to my body- I am feeling like <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">SUPERMAN</span></span>.<br /><br />Actually, I forced myself to sleep early yesterday, mainly to sleep off the pain that I had inflicted voluntarily to my own body- Extraction of 2 wisdom tooth. The "sleep order" that I had issued to my body was read with contempt and laughed off at 10pm yesterday, because it was uncharacteristic for me to sleep so early.<br /><br />I managed to fall asleep only after 1230am. But that's enough for me to feel like.. superman~~<br /><br />I had to admit, yesterday was really an ordeal for me. Blood kept oozing out from the wounds, not withstanding the pain that I had to endure. I could not even say "ouch" because it was really hard to open my mouth. It was then that I realise that saying "ouch" is not a right, it is only a privilege. How many people in the world can raise their voices when they are unhappy about something? Not many. The vast majority can only whine in solitude, drowned by the voices of the society. They are only puppets in their making of their own destiny. But lets not digress too much. Back here.<br /><br />Today, now. THIS very moment. The pain now is only a niggling reminder of a greater physical sensation yesterday. No swelling, which means Tony Leung remained as Tony Leung, Andy Lau is still Andy Lau, and most importantly, I am still me. Of cause this sounds stupid, but I am.<br /><br />HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.. Anyway..<br /><br />"Hey, ain't I very powerful, feeling like superman!"<br /><br />I told myself, at the same time digging my nose with utmost ferocity and vigour.<br /><br />-_-<br /><br />OOps. I was just imagining the part about digging my nose, as I got this little piece of inspiration from <a href="http://giddens.twbbs.org/index1.htm" target="_blank"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">九把刀</span></a><br /><br />He's not just a normal author, but a fantastic storyteller. More about how this stories touched me next time, and not to mention his nose digging accounts.<br /><br />End it off here, because I am showing too much of my stupidity.<br /><br />Byebyee<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5827758847525977492?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-22760162608322362472008-07-25T23:24:00.005+08:002008-07-26T00:15:33.473+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Friday nite is the mood for love.<br /><br /><br /></span>Life.. goes on.. after a breakup.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>Not that it resumes normal immediately, because all wounds require time to heal. Just like a normal wound, it is always most painful at the start. The wound might even swell. But time, time heals it all.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>It is especially hard to renegotiate your new identity-single hood, and reassess entirely what love really is. However, love is not just about love between a couple. Love intertwines more than just 2 person's lives together. In fact, it encompasses a lot more.<span style="font-style: italic;">.<br /><br /></span>Love<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>is also.. being by a friend's side when he or she is down, and giving her the support and care she needs.<br /><br />Therefore, life goes on, because friends will always be there to provide you with tender loving care and ultimately, be a guiding light in this dark road ahead.<br /><br />Like what I wrote before in an sms, "朋友会陪你走出这彷徨的街。"<br /><br />....<br /><br />I just hope that Fish Leong's song, 《分手快乐》, will apply to every brokenhearted couple turned single.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">真的真的，分手后，其实还可以找到真正属于自己的快乐。<br /><br />毕竟，每片乌云过后，都是一道温暖着人心的彩虹。<br /><br />快乐。你行的。</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIn706V6SrI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qa90ZAHIRS0/s1600-h/4b58092a5429933fd52af141.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SIn706V6SrI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qa90ZAHIRS0/s320/4b58092a5429933fd52af141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226985728973097650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Friday nite is the mood for love.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-2276016260832236247?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-6617611422518203412008-07-25T17:14:00.004+08:002008-07-25T17:53:22.446+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">~I and my brother exhibited exemplary examples of difficult customers that customer service officers love to hate.</span>~<br /><br />I was at M1 customer service shop at paragon, to renew my student plan who has expired. I knew my brother was supposed to be present as my plan is under his. However, a service personnel whom I have spoken to earlier over the phone told me that a photocopy of my brother's IC would be enough for renewal of my plan. Therefore, armed with the necessary "ammo" for <span style="font-style: italic;">war</span> with the customer service officer, I appeared in front of the M1 personnel, poised and composed.<br /><br />He told me at the very least, he needed a confirmation from my brother. Hence he called him. I did not know what my brother told him over the line, but I am assured that he wasn't ready to be a pushover.<br /><br />In a few seconds, the M1 personnel was "pushed". Over. Game over..<br /><br />I had a favourable response.<br /><br />Then I told him of a need to change the existing plan too, to which he said he have to call my brother again.<br /><br />"Ring".<br /><br />Over in 10seconds.<br /><br />I had a favourable response.<br /><br />I felt sorry for the M1 personnel almost immediately.<br /><br />"Nothing personal ok."<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />Later in the evening, just 30minutes earlier, I showed exactly why a coin has 2 sides.<br /><br />I am really not a good guy. I insist. And I showed why to another service personnel,<br />a Sony Ericsson Call Centre service personnel. I blasted "shots" of fury at him, because I was pretty appalled at the quality of service that I am getting from SE.<br /><br />My beloved W960I has been rather naughty. Or it might have been truly sick. Its touch screen works when it feels like it. I suppose it takes after a character trait that I possess. I call it a volatile streak.<br /><br />Anyway, I went down to Wisma SE Repair Centre 2 weeks ago but I was told that there weren't any spare parts left to repair my phone. However, the cs officer told me that she will give me a call 2 weeks when the parts come in.<br /><br />Since I did not hear from them, I decided to call the Call Centre myself. Great. They actually have parts now. But trouble brews. The parts were only avaiable on a first come first serve basis. And their policy is that they cannot reserve parts for customers.<br /><br />...Muffled %$&amp;@*$...<br /><br />Never mind what I did, or said.<br /><br />Let just say the service personnel did not enjoy it.<br /><br />And I got my way. But reservation for only 2 days.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-661761142251820341?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-87494298210413798182008-07-20T23:36:00.009+08:002008-07-21T00:31:28.430+08:00I popped the below line out like popping popcorn yesterday after proj can. I got the inspiration from Chua, and blueberry.<br /><br />“三秒钟的沉默，<br />眼神却交换了千言万语。”<br /><br />..It is those sort of lines that some people like to put in MSN as their nick. Totally ridiculous.<br />~~~~~~<br /><br />Well, I can't really remember what I did in Project Can, because there wasn't much can collection on Saturday. IT was so much like MSN.<br /><br />Most houses that we went to are in "<span style="font-weight: bold;">away</span>" mode, where no one is around. Some probably is in "<span style="font-weight: bold;">out to lunch</span>" mode.<br /><br />Then some are practically on "<span style="font-weight: bold;">busy</span>" mode. Nudging wasn't even of help.<br /><br />There was this unit which was blasting some Chinese Oldies. I pressed the door bell a few times, until I heard someone scowling in the house and saying something which I could not make out. But I presumed what is said was pretty unkind.<br /><br />There was another unit where the owner who seemed to be in her 30s told me she would go and ask her mum if there was any canned food. Then she closed the door. (<span style="font-weight: bold;">Be right back</span> mode)<br /><br />Therefore I waited behind the door. Waited. I waited. I waited till all the cows practically came home. I figured something smell fishy. Therefore, I pressed the doorbell several times, but *poof. You might have thought that person who opened the door at first wasn't real. She went to "<span style="font-weight: bold;">offline</span>" mode.<br /><br />HOWEVER, there are some "<span style="font-weight: bold;">ONLINE</span>" ones who gave generously too. Donated stuff like Canned abalones, buddha jumps over the walls are awesome. Other stuff like condensed milk, which might be cheaper tenfold, but they speak of sincerity.<br /><br />Awwws.. Anyway, I am gg "<span style="font-weight: bold;">sign ou</span>t" real soon.<br /><br />Goodnight guys and girls. Enjoy the photos uploaded by Chua and pp in facebook. Follow the link below. Accept my apologies for not uploading themselves here.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=43135&id=528626782" target="_blank">Proj Can photos by Ah Chua</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=58568&id=646340812" target="_blank">Proj Can photos by pp</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-8749429821041379818?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-60841314555544012462008-07-20T23:10:00.004+08:002008-07-21T00:31:35.984+08:00~<br />[“呵。。<br /><br />我只是暂时把我的爱寄放在你那里而已。<br /><br />如果有一天我收够了利息，<br /><br />我会把它取回来的。”<br /><br />我其实想说我这一辈子都只能做亏本生意了。<br /><br /><br />““靠。你这笑话不好笑。””<br /><br />。_。<br /><br />这就是我说了这么感人的话后，你唯一的回应吗？<br /><br />我才靠嘞！]<br /><br />Unable to find any momentum to blog, nor overcome the inertia to write something sensible, so chinese bla bla again..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-6084131455554401246?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-59630957961025112892008-07-12T03:01:00.005+08:002008-07-12T03:20:44.063+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">我明明知道你想走进我的拥抱，<br />可是我却只能<br />让你迷失在我的衣角．<br /><br />我任性的以为，<br />那一定是拥抱．．<br /><br />也许我找不到更好的理由，<br />所以我假装不知道．<br /><br />很抱歉，<br />我的爱情，好像没有你．<br /><br />．．<br /><br />唉，爱．<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">by</span> 小峰</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5963095796102511289?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-72751103782600605592008-07-12T02:11:00.008+08:002008-07-12T03:01:34.000+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Friday nite is the mood for love.</span><br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />失而复得。。并不容易。<br /><br />人都有一个怪毛病。<br /><br />他们只有在失去，<br />才会了解到拥有的可贵。<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />I have to concede that I am a lucky chap. I lost my wallet twice in the toilet before and yet I always find it lying where I left it in the first place. It was folly but I was lucky.<br /><br />Today, at the mrt, I almost lost 2 library books, "不能说的秘密 and "幸福，不见不散". I was taking the last train home from lakeside after talking ~rubbish~ with da bian. I thought I was very alert to make sure da bian took back her 2 books but I clean forgot about mine and I left it on the station seat.<br /><br />I only realised my carelessness after I reached jurong east mrt. Despite knowing I have no more pasir ris bound train left, I alighted and took the boon lay bound train with the hope that I can find the 2 books. Lady luck was smiling. They were still lying there when I got back to lakeside.<br /><br />At least, 幸福，不见不散..<br /><br />You only feel regret when someone or something passed u by after it has first said hello to you.<br />I hope we seldom say, 幸福，我慢了半拍．<br /><br />Therefore, always treasure what you have and the people around you. Never take things for granted because things can change in a split second. No one can turn back clock.<br /><br />.....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SHetx0klVnI/AAAAAAAAAdg/-wBZG3PYAM8/s1600-h/time+n+seconds.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SHetx0klVnI/AAAAAAAAAdg/-wBZG3PYAM8/s320/time+n+seconds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221833364396660338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Friday nite is the mood for love.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-7275110378260060559?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-11334942790364289242008-07-11T01:10:00.008+08:002008-08-03T16:00:36.120+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SHZCh7c1-yI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4An80bOZqME/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SHZCh7c1-yI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4An80bOZqME/s320/DSC00115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221433968644455202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Tata!!~~<br /><br />I was walking along the busy shop houses of Chinatown in the hot afternoon a few weeks ago when something, at an inconspicuous corner, caught my dizzy attention.<br /><br />Placed on the wall on the right just in front of a sleazy looking flight of stairs was the poster shown on top.<br /><br />I have always been a fan and probably a slave to the word creativity. Hence, the curious mind willed the legs to take myself up that sleepy flight of stairs amidst the bustling streets of Chinatown.<br /><br />What greeted me was the bewildered shop owners - 2 sisters and the boyfriend of the younger sis.<br />And not to mention another 2 curious guys who saw the poster.<br /><br />The place was messy, due to the renovation works that were still undergoing but I believe the place will be tastefully done up, judging from that 50% completed work.<br /><br />Anyway, I enjoyed a small talk with the shop owner but time was pressing me to move on as I had another appointment.<br /><br />However, I will be back there soon.<br /><br />The link is http://blog.casualpoet.com instead of the one that is stated on the poster.<br /><br />Do visit if you are interested. I am not paid to do this. No worries.I just want to promote what I like!! =)<br /><br />Click on the quick link below. Easier.<br /><br /><a href="http://blog.casualpoet.com/" target="_blank">Casualpoet</a><br /><br />oh oh. they have a chinese blog too. this casualpoet really suits my taste la.!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-1133494279036428924?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-55751120658548784962008-07-10T23:44:00.005+08:002008-07-11T01:34:17.272+08:00Nothing spectacular today.<br /><br />It is an ordinary day; mundane.<br /><br />I went to teach tuition in the afternoon and I immediately rushed off for fico soccer the moment I stepped home, stuffing dinner in my mouth.<br /><br />Full stop..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >HOWEVER..</span><br /><br />I need to make a point after 6 uninteresting lines into this weary post.<br /><br />Every tuition session without fail, my tuition kid would always coerce me to get a girlfriend, his motive I have no answer to.<br /><br />Today is ridiculous. He wanted me to get one by November, a deadline he set for me without my consent.<br /><br />Hmmm. Ok. I am open for relationship talks. Please take a queue number.<br /><br />LOL.<br /><br />ok.<br /><br />ok.<br /><br />I know that isn't funny.<br /><br />I need to have the right "feeling", so it isn't any normal baozi that I want. It must be the correct bao. (feeling = filling), and no mantou because they have no feeling.<br /><br /><br />Yeah. orh. so only baos need apply. (*bishhhhhhh)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5575112065854878496?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-58531209594079071632008-07-09T02:32:00.002+08:002008-07-09T02:37:30.853+08:00HEEYYY!~~!!<br /><br />Let me kill one more monster before I leave this game.<br /><br />Oh dear oh dear. His level is freakishly high. Level 1000.<br /><br />In the end, I am left with HP: 0.<br /><br />I am killed by the zzz monster.<br /><br />I guess no one really beats the zzz monster forever. The only reward is panda eyes even if u KO-ed him for a while.<br /><br />Which makes me wonder why I am still here.<br /><br />I am leaving this game now.<br /><br />This game, I called it reality.<br /><br />I am playing "Sweet Dreams" next.<br /><br />Goodnight.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5853120959407907163?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-76959150108034358832008-07-08T18:27:00.004+08:002008-07-08T18:46:54.218+08:00Gullible. Yes, that word.<br /><br />I realise how kids can be so gullible. I was young once, and that word fits me like a key to its lock. It struck me when I received a small box of cereals, complimentary with 2 packets of 1 L Marigold milk.<br /><br />I wanted to eat cereals at night when I was young, but my mum won't allow it. Therefore, she intimidated me by telling me that I will become a monster if I eat it at night because it is supposed to be for breakfast. Nah, I am pretty terrified of monsters and I certainly do not want to scare myself when I look into the mirror.<br /><br />A few years on, I used that on my cousin, Vanessa, who came over to stay for a few years because her parents sought help from my mum to take care of her. I was 8 years her senior. She was only around 6 that time and me 14?<br /><br />Ahhh, she has a penchant for meat. Sometimes, I wonder if she is more of a carnivore than an omnivore. One fateful night, in order to stop her from eating too much duck, I resorted to using a similar technique too.<br /><br />I scared her off simply by saying that the duck monster, Yi Bi Ya Ya (it came from a song, wonders if you know, lol.), will come and take revenge if she keeps on eating. Then I passed her a green ring made of plastic with a V letter embedded on it. I told her this ring will help her ward off any evil, but if she were naughty, I will take the ring away from her.<br /><br />haaa...<br /><br />She still remembers Yi Bi Ya Ya.<br /><br /><br />ps: If you wanna read what I blogged for Ethelonter 5, please click on the link below.<br /><a href="http://simplyourstories.blogspot.com/2008/07/ethelonter-5.html">Ethelonter 5 link</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-7695915010803435883?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-1729538889889092712008-07-08T17:30:00.005+08:002008-07-08T18:26:28.656+08:00Yeah It's all chinese again. Just skip it. LOL. and for those who read it, no, I am not talking about my love. Just chinese writes. =)<br /><br />如果用时间来计算爱情的话，<br />一年的时间，不长也不短。<br />但是，<br />一切都在那天的10点15分35秒结束了。。<br /><br />可以说，<br />爱情跟小说一样。<br />一定会从哪里开始，<br />但也一定会有结束的那一天。<br /><br />差很多的是，<br />一个扣人心弦的小说，<br />可以翻回页数，<br />来重温主角们甜甜的一刻。<br />但是，<br />我们的爱情却无法像逆时钟<br />往回走。<br /><br />是的，<br />你曾经住在我心里。<br /><br />可是现在，<br />我的爱情，<br />只剩下你的背影。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-172953888988909271?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-53634133738842755162008-06-11T02:55:00.001+08:002008-06-11T02:55:37.731+08:00...<br /><br />ooh.<br /><br />oh yes.<br /><br />I am tired.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5363413373884275516?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-81474916539301584432008-05-24T00:21:00.006+08:002008-05-24T01:09:58.149+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Friday Nite is the mood for love.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">“对的人，<br />在错误的时刻出现，<br />只是遗憾。”</span><br /><br />。。。。<br /><br /><br />丘比特的箭<br />应该是尾随着风的祝福，<br />在天空划出美丽的弧线，<br />带给人们无比的幸福。<br /><br />但是，<br />有些人终年埋怨，<br />为什么爱神丘比特的箭，<br />总是射不中他们，<br />要不然就是偏了。<br /><br /><br />所以，<br />他们常说自己都无法遇到对的人。<br /><br />或许，<br />他们遇到了。<br /><br />只是，<br />对的人，<br />在错误的时刻出现，<br />带来的只是遗憾。。<br /><br />因为爱情像一朵美丽的花。<br />如果它来得太早，<br />看到的只是未萌芽的花蕾，<br />而来得太迟的话，<br />得到的也只是凋零的花。<br /><br />只有在对的时刻，<br />才能看到它毫不吝啬<br />的绽放那瞬间的美。<br /><br />If you believe in love, you deserve to love, and deserved to be loved.<br /><br />However, the person whom you love dearly might appear at the wrong stage of your life.<br /><br />Tears are preciously sad moments of life.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Friday Nite is the mood for love.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-8147491653930158443?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-749220764547476682008-05-22T13:35:00.003+08:002008-05-22T13:50:15.316+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">最近又习惯性的用华文来抒写自己的情绪。<br /><br />我必须坦言，<br />我华文上的造诣并非比英文高出多少阶，<br />但是却多出了一层亲切感和宠溺自己的感性。<br />这要死的一层促使我喜欢以笔画繁多的华文字来表达我<br />内心深处的芥蒂。。<br /><br />和美好的事物。<br /><br /><br /><br />或许我逃不掉抄袭的嫌疑。<br />毕竟，<br />也是相当不凑巧的，<br />一些人都用相同的方式来跟世界说话。<br /><br />我只希望，<br />纵然是相同的方式，<br />你们还是能分得出是我。<br /><br />你们也还是能听出我的心声。<br /><br />请听。。<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-74922076454747668?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-79709576816073227462008-05-21T00:19:00.003+08:002008-05-21T00:43:46.939+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">灵感不只靠眼睛吧。。<br /><br />所以，<br />我竖起了耳朵。。<br /><br />起初听到的<br />只是自己在夜里<br />拖着沙沙的脚步声，<br />参杂着路上<br />来来往往的车子<br />的行驶声。<br /><br />好像没有了。。。<br />难道灵感不再眷顾我了？<br /><br /><br />呃．<br /><br />慢着。。<br /><br />我听到了。　＝）<br /><br />树上的绿叶<br />在夜里彼此摩擦着，<br />好像是尾随着风的鼓动，<br />跳着曼妙的舞姿。<br /><br />树上的精灵<br />不甘示弱，<br />好像窃窃私语着．<br /><br />可是仔细听的话，<br />她们是用着清脆和动人的声音<br />唱着首首陌生<br />却扣人心弦的歌．<br /><br />原来，<br />感官是如此的重要啊．<br />每个它都可以窥探大地之心．<br /><br />倾听，<br />就能听到心灵物语．<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-7970957681607322746?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-33573763651424854142008-05-20T23:56:00.003+08:002008-05-21T00:14:48.613+08:00I have been watching a drama serial “这里发现爱。” The male lead in the show is a writer and he has lost his inspiration in writing, but in an accident, he realised he will get inspiration when he held the female lead's hand. Whoo la la. Something like that.<br /><br />The below lines are supposedly written by the male lead.<br /><br />天气预报说，<br />今日天气晴。。<br /><br />因为你只留给我背影，<br />所以。。。<br /><br />在我的眼里，<br />下了场大雨。<br /><br />..Where is the rain??<br /><br />Ahh.. Actually I feel I have lost quite a bit of inspiration in writing. ..<br /><br />灵感,<br />我转了个湾，<br />你却遗失在某个转角。<br /><br />该是时候撤退了。<br /><br />也许，<br />单单用眼睛来看着世界是不够的。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-3357376365142485414?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-84230183495105049802008-05-13T23:15:00.003+08:002008-05-13T23:29:05.176+08:00Boo~~<br /><br />I did not manage to find an internship this holidays. Though, it is hard to conclude that I will not be having one, as I have one last chance. This be kept secret for now since it is uncertain.<br /><br />That means.. I have officially been a slacker for one week. Been keeping to my exercise regimes, settling miscellaneous stuff and other inconspicuous tasks.<br /><br />One thing worth mentioning is that I signed for singing lessons. Lo and Behold!! You might be reading a blog from a star singer in the future!!..<br /><br />-_-<br /><br />That is probably the face you are giving now, I presume. Especially when I just had my first lesson one week ago.<br /><br />Anyway, it is just for fun. And my other classmate is Candice! GOSH! It is quaint that I am singing alongside her now. She concluded that I was a stalker for 2 years close to 2 years back. Well, all's well ends well. Hmm.. still too early to tell.<br /><br />Do re mi fa so la ti do~~~ la la la. Haha.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-8423018349510504980?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-34447735329147906842008-05-13T22:56:00.003+08:002008-05-13T23:15:13.302+08:00One of the unimportant things was to make a jersey for ME PeePs because we have been playing soccer regularly every Tuesday afternoon during semester time. We planned to take the black one..<br /><br />However, the plan was shelved till this july because there is no stock available and the next stock only comes in on july.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SCmuv2G2OaI/AAAAAAAAAbM/VyQXFRtK9vs/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SCmuv2G2OaI/AAAAAAAAAbM/VyQXFRtK9vs/s320/DSC00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199879381777267106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SCmuwWG2ObI/AAAAAAAAAbU/iDj6HV4kjj8/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SCmuwWG2ObI/AAAAAAAAAbU/iDj6HV4kjj8/s320/DSC00071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199879390367201714" border="0" /></a><br />M sized<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SCmuwmG2OcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/p-5op3J2jiM/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SCmuwmG2OcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/p-5op3J2jiM/s320/DSC00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199879394662169026" border="0" /></a><br />XS~~<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SCmuxGG2OdI/AAAAAAAAAbk/jl7KsSAiY1I/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/SCmuxGG2OdI/AAAAAAAAAbk/jl7KsSAiY1I/s320/DSC00073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199879403252103634" border="0" /></a><br />Hoho.<br /><br />Cool man. I will be taking no. 7.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-3444773532914790684?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-76196883838229442202008-05-13T22:29:00.005+08:002008-05-13T22:54:18.789+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">咖啡不加糖的话，是永远不会甜的。<br /><br />这或许不是问题吧。可是，当我集合了许多人的意见时，得到了四个具有代表性的答案。<br /><br />我早在一个月前，就想把这些都写下来了。一个月后，我终于做到。<br /><br />1。 不加糖的话，就加奶咯。<br />2。 苦涩的香味也不错啊。<br />3。 不喝咖啡的话，就喝茶吧。<br />4。 不试试看的话，又怎么知道咖啡一定是苦的呢？<br /><br />你的答案是什么？<br /><br /><br />In order to make it easier for the others to read, I decided to continue in English instead. I came out with an analysis on the 4 answers and it might not be accurate. Therefore, just read it with a pinch of salt.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">1。 不加糖的话，就加奶咯。(Earth, Fire)<br /><br />For the 1st answer, You are a person who takes a very firm and direct approach on the road you have chosen for yourself. However, you tend to be stubborn and inflexible to changes and want to stick to your original decision.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">2。 苦涩的香味也不错啊。(Water, Air)<br /><br />You are a person who enjoys the road least taken. You tend to be creative, and has an imaginative mind. However, it makes it hard for people to read your mind, and understand you. You are just like the water. Unfathomable.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">3。 不喝咖啡的话，就喝茶吧。(Earth, Air)<br /><br />You are a person who are flexible and often tries different approaches. However, you tend to be indecisive because everything goes. You find it hard to keep to a decision and may often stop half way in your pursuits if the going gets too tough. Remember, you do not always have the chance to change what you want.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">4。 不试试看的话，又怎么知道咖啡一定是苦的呢? (Fire, Water)<br /><br />Congratulations! You are a strangely optimistic person. The world is full of roses to you and everyone loves you. However, you may be often labelled as an unrealistic person. You often get hurt along the way, but you will get over it very soon too.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hmmm, accurate?? Some yes, some ermmm?? Tell me what is your choice?? :))<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-7619688383822944220?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-78194638503614088332008-05-13T21:25:00.003+08:002008-05-13T22:18:54.819+08:00Hi people!!! My blog hasn't seen the daylights for a month. It has been hiding in deep shadows, under the slumps, living with rats amidst the skewers. But all this is about to change.<br /><br />I am back!!<br /><br />LOL.<br /><br />Been busy with exams the last month, but another reason is <a href="http://apps.facebook.com/fluff/fluffbook.php?id=861410219">fluff friends</a>. I was playing with it during the entire exam and if I have put in more effort for exams rather than using facebook, perhaps I will do better for my exams. Of cause I do not know the results yet, however opportunity cost remains a fact. Scarcity of time is always something everyone have to learn to deal with.<br /><br />I was in half a mind to blog every time and I have many things that I wanted to update, but time was a cruel foe. It signed an alliance with <a href="http://apps.facebook.com/fluff/fluffbook.php?id=861410219">fluff friends</a> instead. Now I should blog bit by bit all the little updates I wanted to make, post by post, starting with the unimportant ones.<br /><br />HOoray~~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-7819463850361408833?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-28343202894975156562008-04-12T00:09:00.004+08:002008-04-12T00:43:39.125+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Friday night is the mood for love.<br /><br /></span>Before I start writing, I guess I need a broom. A broom to sweep off the dust on this blog, a broom to sweep the cobwebs off all my untouched notes lying somewhere around the corner... and a broom to sweep off the messes lying beneath my dormant emotions.<br /><br />Sigh..<br /><br />Sometimes, someone..<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">幸福，这个东西啊，<br />不只是光靠嘴巴念着就能得到的。<br /><br />真正的幸福，<br />只有真正努力过，<br />付出过，<br />才能尝到它甜甜的果实。<br /><br />如果你沉浸在幸福的当中，<br />一定要小心翼翼地握着。<br /><br />别辜负幸福哦。</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>I got a feeling I blogged something similar. Well, no matter how similar it may be to any previous post, a fact always remains as one. The harder it is to achieve or get something you want, the sweeter and more satisfactory it will be. Only through hard work and effort, will the person realise the significance of the reward that he reaps.<br /><br />It might not always be true, and putting in effort might not always translate to results,<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">咖啡就是咖啡。<br />不管你如何努力，<br />咖啡是不会变成茶的。<br /><br /></span> but if you do not put in effort, you will never get what you want.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">如果你的咖啡不加糖的话，<br />它是永远不会甜的。<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Hope you get what I mean. ..</span><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Friday night is the mood for love.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-2834320289497515656?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-11725078363580715732008-04-04T00:40:00.003+08:002008-04-04T01:52:04.824+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">寻找幸福的人们啊。。<br />你们是否在这耀眼的城市里，<br />搞得晕头转向，<br />步伐凌乱，<br />渐渐迷失了自己？？<br /><br /><br />唉。。<br /><br />城市的灯光的确有点。。耀眼。<br /><br />我。。 。<br /><br />我。。<br /><br />我。<br /><br />好像忘了自己的目的。<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">嗯。<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">我在夜空下，<br />跟着一股莫名忧伤的节奏，<br />不知觉得跳起舞来。<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">其实，<br /><br />我想自己毕竟是幸福的。</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-1172507836358071573?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-85198477985720735842008-03-24T02:21:00.005+08:002008-03-24T02:35:39.173+08:00A fisherman worries at the end of a bad harvest and wonders when he is going to catch his fish.<br /><br />A policeman worries at the end of a failed arrest and wonders when he is going to catch his thief.<br /><br />Well..<br /><br />A student worries at the end of a bad bad day and wonders.. when he is going to catch his sleep.<br /><br />And the love struck guy wonders when he is going to catch his breath again, because it was taken away.<br /><br />Everyone has his worries, but yet there will be wonders amidst the worries.<br /><br />Perhaps just like the silver lining behind dark clouds.<br /><br />Ok. No link. Just random rambling randomness.<br /><br />Night. I am going to catch my sleep now.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ps: Wonder woman. I am wonder man then. Because I wonder why, I wonder how. Haha.<br /><img src="http://michaelmay.us/07blog/images/0514_wonderwoman.jpg" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-8519847798572073584?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-82732763034114162962008-03-23T19:55:00.005+08:002008-03-23T20:29:24.070+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">握手和牵手的本质是不同的。。<br /><br />握手的人面对着面，然后举起同样的右手，以肯定的笑容和稳重的力度，双手互握。<br /><br />但是牵手呢。牵手的人肩并着肩，一个人的左手紧紧地拉着另一个人的右手。<br /><br /><br />。。她已习惯了他。他庞大的身影，似乎永远都会站在她的右边，呵护着她。<br /><br />一只纤细的右手， 已习惯一只雄厚的右手。<br /><br />但是，她却不知道，男生右边的手握着什么东西，右边隐藏了什么秘密。<br /><br />她永远不会知道他右边的忧伤。<br /><br />。。。<br /><br />这是习惯的忧伤。<br /><br />持续..<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-8273276303411416296?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-77025329312598197002008-03-22T22:57:00.003+08:002008-03-22T23:38:14.247+08:00I am so used to being alone now that it startles me. I have never been an antisocial freak or a hermit but circumstances state otherwise sometimes.<br /><br />Alone at home with no one to speak to. I could have played with echoes but I weren't that bored. Perhaps I should shout to the 4 walls " Hey, you are handsome" and wait for the honest return.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R-UmaAeXTzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/upKl64GhybA/s1600-h/italktomyself.png"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R-UmaAeXTzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/upKl64GhybA/s320/italktomyself.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180589174605434674" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hehe Ｉ enjoy solitude.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-7702532931259819700?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-88322709123532534682008-03-15T01:59:00.002+08:002008-03-15T02:31:27.306+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Friday nite is the mood for love.<br /><br /><br /></span>Love is a dish full of unexpected surprises, served with both familiar and distinct flavours.<br /><br />Sometimes, we simply adore one dish at a particular instance, yet we can abhor the same dish at another point of time.<br /><br />I just cannot come up with any reasonable explanations..<br /><br />Anyway, I have sweet dreams recently. Really sweet ones. One included Felicia Chin. She gave me her contact number. I woke up exhililarated and wondering if it happened. I checked my contacts and realised that afterall, it was still a dream..<br /><br />Arghhh..<br /><br /><br />Being so totally random today, I decided to end this post with a pretty chinese line.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />当你每天想把一件简单的事做得好时， 它就变得不简单了。</span><br /><br />Same thing applies to love. It is not easy doing the same old mundane stuff which seems easy, for years, for someone.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Friday nite is the mood for love.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-8832270912353253468?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-56722636262031231862008-03-04T01:48:00.002+08:002008-03-04T01:51:10.612+08:00Here comes Ah Bui. Ah Bui says Hi.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8w3AfKnJKI/AAAAAAAAAac/inowd6WpTtc/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8w3AfKnJKI/AAAAAAAAAac/inowd6WpTtc/s320/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173570553447392418" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ah Bui's eyes were tired from crossing in his line of sight too much after studying a bit of econs, and thus requires some eye massage!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8w5kvKnJNI/AAAAAAAAAa0/1NmAzszsFkA/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8w5kvKnJNI/AAAAAAAAAa0/1NmAzszsFkA/s320/DSC00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173573375240905938" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He is feeling a bit sleepy after all that cramping.<br /><br />And Goodnight Beni, he says. Goodnight everyone, I say.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5672263626203123186?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-89568828106593184232008-03-04T01:32:00.005+08:002008-03-04T01:48:50.852+08:00I got a new handphone recently. And of course I must take some photos with a new handphone given my itchy hands.<br /><br />Yeah!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8w3BfKnJLI/AAAAAAAAAak/TtMFBIX6OR0/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8w3BfKnJLI/AAAAAAAAAak/TtMFBIX6OR0/s320/DSC00019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173570570627261618" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I was standing in front of a mirror and taking its reflection. This camera is unlike my previous nokia 3250 phone, which I can twist convieniently to see my own image.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8w2__KnJII/AAAAAAAAAaM/icwefMGKV_E/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8w2__KnJII/AAAAAAAAAaM/icwefMGKV_E/s320/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173570544857457794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Well.. Playing with frames! Interesting hee.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8w3AfKnJJI/AAAAAAAAAaU/x-TRxMuiF_c/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8w3AfKnJJI/AAAAAAAAAaU/x-TRxMuiF_c/s320/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173570553447392402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />LAAAAaaaA~~~<br /><br /><br />That's all for now!! HOho.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-8956882810659318423?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-55364456928187619112008-03-04T01:20:00.003+08:002008-03-04T01:32:13.266+08:00Who wants to eat hand chicken??<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8wzf_KnJHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/LHI0vhssXc8/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8wzf_KnJHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/LHI0vhssXc8/s320/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173566696566760562" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This was spotted at my nearby hawker centre at Margaret Drive Blk 40. If you do not know Chinese, the chinese words for handphone, "手机" was written wrongly as "手鸡". 鸡 means chicken. Haha. Perhaps that was to cater to the pretty famous chicken rice stall at the hawker centre. It was not hard to guess I had chicken rice for lunch that day too.<br /><br /><img src="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/5e722139-71e8-47fe-9b2b-177e81d3c678" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5536445692818761911?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-32383471494015749592008-03-04T00:39:00.007+08:002008-03-04T01:19:17.857+08:00What makes a heart beat?<br /><br />72 times a min.<br /><br />4320 times a hour.<br /><br />103680 times a day.<br /><br />37843200 times in a normal year.<br /><br />.<br /><br /><br />No wonder it can never keep on beating.<br /><br />Hmm, but some people just have the magic to make your heart skip a beat, or accelerate it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8wxvvKnJGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/XKSgdyjj7Bw/s1600-h/kiss131822.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8wxvvKnJGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/XKSgdyjj7Bw/s200/kiss131822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173564768126444642" border="0" /></a><br /><br />..<br /><br />But if you think your heart is incomplete, and you have been searching till the ends of the world for that one to fill the little portion..<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://www.sjjia.com/shoujizhuti/sltimageq/qrw/ef7daaf00rwyyf.jpg"><br /><br />I guess.. What is most important is to really open your heart to new possiblities if there is nothing coming. Move on. Get a life. Let your heart be strong and in the end,<br /><br />You will find the right one.<br /><br />Be Happy. Open Heart Open Heart.<br /><br />And that means <span style="font-size:130%;">开心开心.</span><br /><br /><img src="http://www.517eshop.com/diz/attachments/day_070912/VVP4_1189536520.png"><br /><br />Heart~felt. Really.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-3238347149401574959?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-79458103258836003902008-02-27T13:36:00.007+08:002008-02-27T13:50:35.073+08:00La La is quite a frequent character who appears in this blog. As everyone starts to rev their engine for the upcoming project deadlines and tests, I got La La to try to motivate everyone!!<br /><br />Presenting to you the 拉拉队！<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/6609da88-779d-4d72-a6bf-374d85993ef4" /><img src="http://www.esnips.com/nsdoc/6609da88-779d-4d72-a6bf-374d85993ef4" /><span style="font-size:180%;">'s POM POM TEAM</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-7945810325883600390?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-54956468168046355782008-02-27T13:08:00.005+08:002008-02-27T13:51:11.850+08:00I've learned that things change, and people change.. Time and time again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8TzRP6K2YI/AAAAAAAAAZk/d_HitXlvv-Q/s1600-h/Comic___Be_My_Penguin_by_Rimfrost.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8TzRP6K2YI/AAAAAAAAAZk/d_HitXlvv-Q/s400/Comic___Be_My_Penguin_by_Rimfrost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171525749782010242" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But some things remain the same.<br /><br />Anyway, do you know why penguins' front body are white and their backs are black?<br /><br /><br />When they bathe, their fins are too short to reach their backs.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-5495646816804635578?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-65776862756928035212008-02-25T22:18:00.004+08:002008-02-25T22:28:46.209+08:00<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8LOlf6K2VI/AAAAAAAAAZM/hkcr6L93wIE/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8LOlf6K2VI/AAAAAAAAAZM/hkcr6L93wIE/s320/DSC00001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170922465790712146" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wondering what this photo means?<br /><br />Well. Nothing much. This is my usual training set up at home. I dribble a soccer ball in zig-zag motion around the cuddly soft toys. If I knock one over, I normally do some push ups as punishment.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8LQLf6K2WI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jfk1N7SehvU/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVadvZubG-k/R8LQLf6K2WI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jfk1N7SehvU/s320/DSC00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170924218137368930" border="0" /></a><br /><br />1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10...<br /><br />Lala hurts, and my arm hurts too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-6577686275692803521?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-83438539457170955722008-02-23T00:45:00.002+08:002008-02-23T01:09:05.560+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Friday Nite is the mood for love.</span><br /><br />Treasure what you have, and you will live with lesser regrets. Things are too uncertain; the next moment is not for us to see. Yet, some things are certain. You cannot turn the clock back, nor can you avoid death.<br /><br />Therefore, I try to live a life that is either less painless, or face the world with a smile. Perhaps, everyone can start treasuring things more from now. We can be kinder to animals, more respectful towards elders, more friendly towards strangers, more dedicated towards work, more helpful towards the needy, more grateful towards your family, more loyal towards friends, and more loving towards your other half.<br /><br />It just takes just only a little bit, yet it brings so much more to others' life.<br /><br />....<br /><br />..<br /><br />珍惜你眼前的笑,<br />别让她溜走.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Friday Nite is the mood for love.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-8343853945717095572?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20431142.post-26800846151282884052008-02-23T00:23:00.002+08:002008-02-23T00:44:46.830+08:00这一季的阳光，<br />穿过了遥远的宇宙旅程，<br />透过了地球的大气层，<br />照亮了我们的世界。<br /><br />大自然的绿色，<br />周围的五彩缤纷，<br />带给了我们那么多的感动。<br /><br />即使在夜深人静的大都市里，<br />只要知道明天，<br />太阳还是会出现，<br />仿佛是对我们说声“早安”，<br />我的心就感到一阵暖暖。<br /><br />。。。。<br /><br /><br />啊，朋友。。。<br />你就像是我生命里的阳光。<br />其实，<br />你们真的很好。<br />我存在， 因为你们存在。<br /><br /><br />不是吗？<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20431142-2680084615128288405?l=naisevol.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Xiao Fenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02268290109258601301noreply@blogger.com0