<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765</id><updated>2012-01-14T21:21:01.058+08:00</updated><category term='Lil&apos; Album Collection'/><category term='Working Life in Qing Dao'/><category term='Working Life in Hainan'/><category term='Just Laugh'/><category term='Singalongsong'/><category term='Working Life'/><category term='Lil&apos; Story'/><category term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><category term='Travel around the world'/><category term='Fotografia'/><category term='Eat and Eat'/><category term='A night like this'/><category term='Working Life in Bangkok'/><category term='Omnia in action'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Little Room</title><subtitle type='html'>A little cozy place to spend some time writing and sharing part and parcel of my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-9166515036501991830</id><published>2010-02-02T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:11:21.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Into it, out of it...</title><content type='html'>Just told ay that sometimes we just let ourselves loose and immerse ourselves into a pool full of worries and problems, and after a while, we then decided, yea, we gotta get out of that pool and stay positive. So, into it, out of it, into it, out of it...and the story goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-9166515036501991830?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/9166515036501991830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=9166515036501991830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/9166515036501991830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/9166515036501991830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2010/02/into-it-out-of-it.html' title='Into it, out of it...'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-1796370304569144240</id><published>2009-11-25T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T01:11:59.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Got this title after seeing John's newest post. Yea, have gone MIA for a while. Have been busy lately, no time for writing. When I finally got a chance to visit my blog, I changed the template and blog name. Thanks to the author for the template, it makes me feel cozy and comfortable, and feel like getting myself a cup of coffee and enjoy the whole weekend and lazy morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is to be appreciated, time is to be grabbed hold on. Sometimes you might have forgotten the meaning of your life, and thought that you always have more time. And when the time comes, at the end of the day, you will then realize what you've been missing all these while. That's why people said, you'll never know what you have till it's gone. I guess that's what it means, that we're sucks in choosing priority in life as we always ignore our most important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and take a minute to think on what's worth losing and what's not. If possible, don't defy what makes you happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-1796370304569144240?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1796370304569144240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=1796370304569144240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1796370304569144240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1796370304569144240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-2667512733133400717</id><published>2009-11-08T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:05:29.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Deprivation</title><content type='html'>I'm in deprivation. Deprive of the small little things which is important in my life. 2 weeks of feeling nothing but only work is really not a great thing to do. I'm afraid  that it is about to reach the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small little things like watching movies, exercising, listening to music, house chores...are now occupied by work and OTs. Most importantly, spending quality time with people I love, my family, small little chit-chats, having dinner together, watching short drama together have got replaced too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't put myself at ease, even to get the big award when I've lost the time which shouldn't have been sacrificed. How the pressure has been inadequately propagated, leaving everyone with the feeling of restlessness, have left us with no interest of the big outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battery getting low, time to sign off for tomorrow's another day of OT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-2667512733133400717?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2667512733133400717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=2667512733133400717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/2667512733133400717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/2667512733133400717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/deprivation.html' title='Deprivation'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-6657792559444337083</id><published>2009-10-08T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:56:51.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>"1938"</title><content type='html'>My dad has been the biggest fan for the number "1938" since I bought my car. But the number has never shown itself up in the damacai, sports toto or the magnum 4d. When I first bought the car, me and my dad were the biggest fans for this number. After a few betting, I've decided to give up, but my dad is still betting. Most of the nights, he would be asking me to go to his favourite websites to check out the numbers and asking me whether I see 1938. It's actually quite exciting and funny when my dad and mum would be asking me or my sister to "open the number" (in hokkien). :D They'll then ask me to make the number bigger and then glancing through each numbers and recalling whether they have bought any of them. Nombor ekor...it seems to be the most popular hobby of many people of my parent's age. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1938, my dad hasn't given up on the number after so many months. I guess he must have faith to be able to strike at least some prize with 1938 one day. So I hope that 1938 will do me proud and wish my dad and mum good luck on their bettings! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-6657792559444337083?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6657792559444337083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=6657792559444337083' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6657792559444337083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6657792559444337083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/1938.html' title='&quot;1938&quot;'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-3634028379429266944</id><published>2009-08-29T01:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:08:58.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omnia in action'/><title type='text'>Back in Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SpgaltVMjrI/AAAAAAAABTQ/k0qsh6ejT_M/s1600-h/SNC00085_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SpgaltVMjrI/AAAAAAAABTQ/k0qsh6ejT_M/s400/SNC00085_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375075390392667826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part of the wall taken from Suvharnabumi Airport. H1N1 has most of the Asian wearing mask, but not "Farang" (guai lou) Prevention is better than cure, thus I follow suit too, wearing my mask when I'm at the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SpgalEV34KI/AAAAAAAABTI/P5dq9sSc2Xc/s1600-h/SNC00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SpgalEV34KI/AAAAAAAABTI/P5dq9sSc2Xc/s400/SNC00091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375075379389653154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Kafe Yan". Can you believe that this tall cup cost only 30 BHT?  I enjoy buying "Kafe Yan" at the little stalls which can be found around the city. They have latte, mocha, capucinno, you name it, they have it. I did get to ask the lady how much the coffee beans grinder cost. It's not cheap, around RM 1900. How I wish that we have little stalls like this in KL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-3634028379429266944?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3634028379429266944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=3634028379429266944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/3634028379429266944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/3634028379429266944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-in-bangkok.html' title='Back in Bangkok'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SpgaltVMjrI/AAAAAAAABTQ/k0qsh6ejT_M/s72-c/SNC00085_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-8442125826965987279</id><published>2009-08-23T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:57:56.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be</title><content type='html'>The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Stop me and steal my breath&lt;br /&gt;Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky&lt;br /&gt;Never revealing their depth&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated&lt;br /&gt;I'll hang from your lips&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your crying shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your love suicide&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain falls angry on the tin roof&lt;br /&gt;As we lie awake in my bed&lt;br /&gt;You're my survival, you're my living proof&lt;br /&gt;My love is alive not dead&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead&lt;br /&gt;Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be - Edwin Mccain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-8442125826965987279?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8442125826965987279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=8442125826965987279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8442125826965987279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8442125826965987279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-be.html' title='I&apos;ll be'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-2948268909749916203</id><published>2009-08-22T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:48:01.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Lost my voice</title><content type='html'>Have not been updating my blog for quite sometimes. Have been busy recently, phew...packed with activities, with work..this and that. Hope everyone has been fine and in the pink of health, coz I was not for the last few days. Lost my voice when I was on my working trip to Bangkok, luckily it was after meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing your voice is never good, as you really gotta rest your vocal cords and it's kind of hard when you can't really express yourself through speaking. Every morning I wake up to test my voice by speaking "Hello" to myself, and find that it's still coarse until today that it sounds better and at last...I can sing with a little harsh voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing...yes..I'm still singing...Glad to have my voice back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time if you ever lost your voice, get Honey and mix it with warm water. Drink it every few hours. It helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-2948268909749916203?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2948268909749916203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=2948268909749916203' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/2948268909749916203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/2948268909749916203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost-my-voice.html' title='Lost my voice'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-711668172763194838</id><published>2009-07-25T00:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:33:07.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Laugh'/><title type='text'>乱七八糟的语言</title><content type='html'>Want to learn some hokkien word? See some of the below :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;机炸 - cicak&lt;br /&gt;哈密 - hamik (what)&lt;br /&gt;波后球 - bo ho chio (not funny)&lt;br /&gt;金后球 - jin ho chio (very funny)&lt;br /&gt;鲁A小INK金碎 - lu eh xiao eng jin sui (your photo looks pretty)&lt;br /&gt;鲁躲加聊 - lu dua ziak liao (your gaining size)&lt;br /&gt;马纳物 - mana wu (don't think so)&lt;br /&gt;物色鸟气 - wu seh niao qi (have a little small mouse)&lt;br /&gt;思波? - si boh? (really?)&lt;br /&gt;哇地秋瓜 - wa di chiu gua (I'm singing)&lt;br /&gt;被大汗 - beh tahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想学英文？请看以下的翻译 ：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可累机 - crazy&lt;br /&gt;哦搜意思 - oh, so easy&lt;br /&gt;又试图逼, 哎都玩都毒都又 - Make a guess, what does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Teacher Auyong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-711668172763194838?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/711668172763194838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=711668172763194838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/711668172763194838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/711668172763194838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='乱七八糟的语言'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-5369004919231083</id><published>2009-07-22T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:06:30.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Lil' Encouragement</title><content type='html'>Life is not easy, we all know. Take your breath, move along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you may complain and grumble, go on and take your time. Just make sure you stop when it's time to stop. It's then time to solve problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free it, if keeping your emotion is killing inside and you're afraid that it will give you heart attack. Cry and sing aloud your favourite song. Until you feel better, say to yourself, "It's not that bad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep a good mindset. Look at the brighter side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patience. Don't say you can't before you even try it. Don't say you've tried before you even see yourself being patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong and be fit. Keeping in shape is constant daily workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always think how lucky you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may push yourself to the limit in everything you do, but do love yourself. Don't fall off the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all these, chillax. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-5369004919231083?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5369004919231083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=5369004919231083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/5369004919231083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/5369004919231083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/07/lil-encouragement.html' title='Lil&apos; Encouragement'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-2193759278127402784</id><published>2009-07-09T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:52:08.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Gone too soon</title><content type='html'>I was watching Micheal Jackson's tribute concert where his family and friends were giving their speeches. It's unbelievable how much his life has touched the people around him, with an enormous influence. Seeing now he's gone, just like that, it's hard to accept that a life can be so fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known only a few of his famous songs, until some of his old songs were brought up in the radio as well as this song "Gone Too Soon" which was sung by Usher in the concert. It was a touching and meaningful song. Most of the time we don't know what we have till it's gone. Yes, it's true. We always know it's true. Applying this to our life, we throw tantrums to the people closest to us, we show our disagreement disregarding how they feel, we sometimes ignored spending time with them as we thought we will always have them at our side. Remind this to ourselves always, our patience will always starts with the people closest to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ups and downs happened to everyone and he might have suffered pain and sorrows and struggled through the ridicule like how we normal people are going through, no exceptions. After all, what we can feel and know from this superstar, was that he's keeping his faith and always reaching for his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what one of his friend had said in his speech. I'm glad that I live in this era to be able to see Micheal Jackson, and how he has taken his effort and love in changing this world. What I'm affected the most is realizing time slips away before you even know it. Don't take things for granted, celebrate each and every moment that we have with the one we loved. We might not be able to influence like how Michael Jackson is capable of, but it's the least that we can do. No sentimental sense needed nor genius brain, love is what we all know and can give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-2193759278127402784?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2193759278127402784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=2193759278127402784' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/2193759278127402784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/2193759278127402784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/07/gone-too-soon.html' title='Gone too soon'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-4780117696896158828</id><published>2009-06-18T23:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:23:27.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Life'/><title type='text'>The Weekenders</title><content type='html'>I believe we all are weekenders, coz we all love weekends! I tend to squeeze all my personal activities to the 2-day weekend. Making myself occupied that I've forgotten to rest or maybe I don't want to rest, don't want to even take a nap, maybe it's too precious for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people love to take naps during weekends. Some people enjoy taking long breakfast. I'm one of them. I like to wake up early just to have breakfast, to feel the warmth of the morning sun, to enjoy eating and talking. That's really the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people go for a walk or jog with friends, some people enjoy sleeping till afternoon and go for lunch. Some just love shopping while some love watching series. It's great lying on the bed, watching series in whatever position you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some love to lazy around surfing net, then in the afternoon, they go for tea break or coffee break, or maybe cendol + rojak. Some stay up late at night to surf net and blogging till late midnight. This would be what hardcore bloggers do I guess during weekends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people who hardly get some rest during weekdays, weekend will be their resting day. For those people who work during weekends, please avoid and don't work too late if it's unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..it's Friday..have you had your plans made for the weekends? Whichever way you're spending your weekends, I do hope that you enjoy it to the max! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-4780117696896158828?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4780117696896158828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=4780117696896158828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/4780117696896158828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/4780117696896158828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekenders.html' title='The Weekenders'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-5930778799434314119</id><published>2009-06-10T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:00:07.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Meteor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars—points of light and reason… And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen, New Moon, Chapter 23, p.514&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always love quotes like this. It goes right into the heart, drench the soul with the exhilarating passion. It makes you believe the head over heels and the need of feeling whole again. Expressing love has never been beautiful. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-5930778799434314119?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5930778799434314119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=5930778799434314119' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/5930778799434314119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/5930778799434314119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/06/meteor.html' title='The Meteor'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-6014208287296256944</id><published>2009-06-04T22:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:40:52.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>My Workspace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sif2gqbNGNI/AAAAAAAABNM/WJoG-BLCfDw/s1600-h/myworkspace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sif2gqbNGNI/AAAAAAAABNM/WJoG-BLCfDw/s400/myworkspace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343510523903023314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through the photos folder, then saw this pic. It's a picture of my workspace in SCIB when I was working in Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First look, organization in mess. I put the whole stack of paper on my left table and all the little notes magnetted on the side of the CPU. Titbits as well, will be on my left. I love eating while working, mouth munching while 2 hands on the keyboard. On and off just to bring the food to my mouth. I sound "eat-a-lot" eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, I will clean up my workspace, as suggested by my ex-colleague. "Clean up your workspace if you're stucked doing programming, after clean, it will come naturally to you." Not sure whether it works, but I will do that once in a while when I'm stucked. For the sake of the program and myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that's basically the standard workspace look for all the programmers out there. Total mess or organized mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's your workspace look like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-6014208287296256944?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6014208287296256944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=6014208287296256944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6014208287296256944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6014208287296256944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-workspace.html' title='My Workspace'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sif2gqbNGNI/AAAAAAAABNM/WJoG-BLCfDw/s72-c/myworkspace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-9087030330161786772</id><published>2009-05-31T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:20:00.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Marley &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>Finished "Marley &amp; Me". Can't believe that my tears actually flow towards the end of the book. I'm not being sentimental, but I can feel the loss that the author had had towards Marley when he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading book always give the details. Pieces here and there that I get to understand dog's training, dog's life, understand what type of dog Marley is, and to know that dogs like Marley do exist around the world. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to keep dog as pet one day, when I got my own place :) "Chico" was my first pet dog, he had been my playmate for 2 years. As I'm not capable to take care of him, we had to send him away. I did miss him and still remember him always. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important part of this book would be the part where it makes us realize that, a dog has no use of fancy cars or big homes or designer clothes. Status symbols mean nothing to him. A dog judges others not by their color or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice book to read. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-9087030330161786772?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/9087030330161786772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=9087030330161786772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/9087030330161786772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/9087030330161786772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/marley-me.html' title='Marley &amp; Me'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-9039533552040725983</id><published>2009-05-22T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:48:32.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A night like this'/><title type='text'>Weekend Eve</title><content type='html'>On this weekend eve, I feel overwhelming. Yes, in terms of feeling, mind, thoughts, physically. And I'm trying to calm myself down now. No kidding. This type of overwhelming feeling has been coming on and off recently these years. And it's here again on this weekend eve. Seriously, sometimes I'm afraid that this is going to get me heart attack, coz I can sense adrenaline pumping and I'm in the state of anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, guess I've gotta slow down things here. Play some songs, yes. It really helps. Now sitting here chatting with my fellow friends. Suddenly it feels great on this friday night, that I feel calm, right at this moment, missing island, missing the sand, the sea, the wave...just can't explain how much you can feel away from all the complications, the routines, the anxieties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I've found comfort before going to sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Dream to all the dreamers. Good Night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-9039533552040725983?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/9039533552040725983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=9039533552040725983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/9039533552040725983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/9039533552040725983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-eve.html' title='Weekend Eve'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-8111815845319042482</id><published>2009-05-12T11:06:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:40:00.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Green Green Grass of Home - Sekinchan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sgwks6lv0sI/AAAAAAAABL4/1PUxAbi34ws/s1600-h/diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sgwks6lv0sI/AAAAAAAABL4/1PUxAbi34ws/s400/diamond.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680012587619010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SgwksnylnnI/AAAAAAAABLw/HxCMH--U6nU/s1600-h/theshadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SgwksnylnnI/AAAAAAAABLw/HxCMH--U6nU/s400/theshadows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680007541202546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SgwpMIzPi-I/AAAAAAAABMA/GbcG7OIMB9Q/s1600-h/enjoytime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SgwpMIzPi-I/AAAAAAAABMA/GbcG7OIMB9Q/s400/enjoytime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335684947024776162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SgwksoMfKnI/AAAAAAAABLo/Uf7EoOKHnrk/s1600-h/jumperjohn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SgwksoMfKnI/AAAAAAAABLo/Uf7EoOKHnrk/s400/jumperjohn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680007649831538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SgwgC0quo6I/AAAAAAAABLg/w12exBguqqQ/s1600-h/windflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 400px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SgwgC0quo6I/AAAAAAAABLg/w12exBguqqQ/s400/windflowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335674891396883362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SgwgCx3PSNI/AAAAAAAABLY/BRlVxJwld9A/s1600-h/john_bnw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SgwgCx3PSNI/AAAAAAAABLY/BRlVxJwld9A/s400/john_bnw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335674890644048082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sgwe1KrpAxI/AAAAAAAABLQ/iFip4hp3Qi0/s1600-h/unplugged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sgwe1KrpAxI/AAAAAAAABLQ/iFip4hp3Qi0/s400/unplugged.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335673557276492562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SgwdsCOeV_I/AAAAAAAABLI/7AIG_6gqvpQ/s1600-h/underthesun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SgwdsCOeV_I/AAAAAAAABLI/7AIG_6gqvpQ/s400/underthesun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335672300876224498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SgwtFoJ7SkI/AAAAAAAABMI/Qj8W1xPMqW0/s1600-h/DSC_9026a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SgwtFoJ7SkI/AAAAAAAABMI/Qj8W1xPMqW0/s400/DSC_9026a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335689233228843586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful photo shooting trip to Sekinchan. Thanks &lt;a href="http://johntim.blogspot.com"&gt;John&lt;/a&gt; for taking us to his Green Green Grass of Home and introduced us to the special cuisine - "Tiger Shark" :) Have had a great time with you guys, &lt;a href="http://auyongck.blogspot.com"&gt;Auyong&lt;/a&gt; and Stanley. :) Really a getaway and wonderful place with the blue sky and green paddy field! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-8111815845319042482?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8111815845319042482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=8111815845319042482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8111815845319042482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8111815845319042482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/green-green-grass-of-home-sekinchan.html' title='Green Green Grass of Home - Sekinchan'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sgwks6lv0sI/AAAAAAAABL4/1PUxAbi34ws/s72-c/diamond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-384825978530217893</id><published>2009-05-03T19:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:10:39.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Life in Hainan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Taking Time</title><content type='html'>Taking time to rest after a walking distance back to hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to be able to go back earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the window and it's a Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, taking photos, trying to capture what I always wanted to capture.&lt;br /&gt;A Lomo effect photo.&lt;br /&gt;Lazying on the couch, seeing the sunlight through the sheer curtains.&lt;br /&gt;Resting my feet, they are "worn-out". Perhaps I should get a pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;Resting on the couch, thinking what to eat for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Glad that it's an easy Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sf2yyV_Z-EI/AAAAAAAABLA/nDP-RYBEZSQ/s1600-h/foot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sf2yyV_Z-EI/AAAAAAAABLA/nDP-RYBEZSQ/s400/foot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331614111842826306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-384825978530217893?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/384825978530217893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=384825978530217893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/384825978530217893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/384825978530217893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/taking-time.html' title='Taking Time'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sf2yyV_Z-EI/AAAAAAAABLA/nDP-RYBEZSQ/s72-c/foot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-8023087398288539352</id><published>2009-05-01T17:23:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:39:47.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eat and Eat'/><title type='text'>To Eat</title><content type='html'>At this very moment. I am very hungry. Many different food that I want to eat. That's why I'm creating this list, the To-Eat-List, in case I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Nasi Lemak /&lt;br /&gt;2) Char Kuey Teow&lt;br /&gt;3) Kanna Curry House's Banana Leaf Rice&lt;br /&gt;4) Thai Food (Tom Yum Gong session) /&lt;br /&gt;5) Bak Kut Teh (PJ Old Town)&lt;br /&gt;6) Taman Bahagia's Fried Rice&lt;br /&gt;7) 干炒河 + 咸菜豆腐汤 /&lt;br /&gt;8) Nasi Sumatra /&lt;br /&gt;9) Kao Jam&lt;br /&gt;10) Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;11) Dim Sum /&lt;br /&gt;12) Bak Zhang&lt;br /&gt;13) Karipap&lt;br /&gt;14) 猪肠粉 /&lt;br /&gt;15) Wan Tan Min /&lt;br /&gt;16) Nasi Kukus (try to find)&lt;br /&gt;17) Roti Naan, Roti Telur /&lt;br /&gt;18) Nescafe O' Ais! /&lt;br /&gt;19) Maggie Goreng /&lt;br /&gt;20) 超级大鸡排&lt;br /&gt;21) Roti Bakar + Telur&lt;br /&gt;22) Umaiya&lt;br /&gt;23) Cheese Cake + Black Coffee&lt;br /&gt;24) Bumbu Bali&lt;br /&gt;25) Char Kuey Kak /&lt;br /&gt;26) Chicken Rice (Wai Sek Gai) /&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-8023087398288539352?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8023087398288539352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=8023087398288539352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8023087398288539352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8023087398288539352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-eat.html' title='To Eat'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-6481677236886662804</id><published>2009-04-25T11:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:06:20.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Life in Hainan'/><title type='text'>没有拉希了玛的日子</title><content type='html'>没有拉希了玛的日子&lt;br /&gt;我只能走到星空下&lt;br /&gt;想念他的又辣又香&lt;br /&gt;卡菲尔也一样&lt;br /&gt;和拉希了玛好朋友相隔一地&lt;br /&gt;变得静了许多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候康师傅会到来陪陪坐&lt;br /&gt;由其是雨天更不用说&lt;br /&gt;下午天晴相约卡菲尔&lt;br /&gt;度过咖啡时间&lt;br /&gt;也就认识了他的新朋友&lt;br /&gt;曹粉，还有扬州来的曹范&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;美国肯德基来的朋友&lt;br /&gt;也跟随我而来&lt;br /&gt;在这常住的还有要好的麦先生&lt;br /&gt;真不明白&lt;br /&gt;为何住的那么远&lt;br /&gt;只能有空再去参观他的汉堡吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说到底&lt;br /&gt;还是想念你，拉希了玛&lt;br /&gt;想念穿青衣的你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SfPBU_o2M3I/AAAAAAAABKY/cOFmesMmxxM/s1600-h/e1caa851aa65742143a75b7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SfPBU_o2M3I/AAAAAAAABKY/cOFmesMmxxM/s400/e1caa851aa65742143a75b7b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328815350533731186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-6481677236886662804?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6481677236886662804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=6481677236886662804' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6481677236886662804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6481677236886662804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='没有拉希了玛的日子'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SfPBU_o2M3I/AAAAAAAABKY/cOFmesMmxxM/s72-c/e1caa851aa65742143a75b7b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-7699526577987460225</id><published>2009-04-18T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:24:56.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Chess Set</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sen9gpSNrpI/AAAAAAAABJk/suYT3vn2Do4/s1600-h/yourmajesty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sen9gpSNrpI/AAAAAAAABJk/suYT3vn2Do4/s400/yourmajesty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326066771622211218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sen9gfEvHCI/AAAAAAAABJc/Tc4p2vpmM-Q/s1600-h/secondintherow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sen9gfEvHCI/AAAAAAAABJc/Tc4p2vpmM-Q/s400/secondintherow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326066768881327138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sen9gbiOG-I/AAAAAAAABJU/sDuZQw4qdcM/s1600-h/knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sen9gbiOG-I/AAAAAAAABJU/sDuZQw4qdcM/s400/knight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326066767931251682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sen9gHApN7I/AAAAAAAABJM/2ONqt-4bQWE/s1600-h/warbegins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sen9gHApN7I/AAAAAAAABJM/2ONqt-4bQWE/s400/warbegins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326066762421712818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this chess set 1 year ago. It was a love at first sight as I walked past a furniture shop and saw this unique chess set just beside the display window. It caught my eyes as it's a crafted wooden chess set, with 1 drawer and a special gold key that locks and unlocks the drawer. :) I weighted it, it's heavy enough to feel real enough, so I bought it. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-7699526577987460225?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7699526577987460225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=7699526577987460225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7699526577987460225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7699526577987460225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/chess-set.html' title='Chess Set'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sen9gpSNrpI/AAAAAAAABJk/suYT3vn2Do4/s72-c/yourmajesty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-8789898677604289717</id><published>2009-04-10T18:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:12:41.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Travelling...back home</title><content type='html'>So I'm back home again. Every time, I'm filled up with different feelings when I'm back to this familiar place, my home. This time I will be back for one week, and then off I go again to Haikou for another 3 weeks, it somehow feels like I'm back here for 1 week vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home, I miss this place, I miss the familiar faces, I miss the food and I miss jogging at the park and eat what I love to eat. I somehow miss staying at one place, to feel myself back on the ground again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, traveling for my job does make me friends from different places. Seeing things you might not see if you travel for leisure, get to bathe in the different culture and cultivating thoughts and curiosity for the places and the people. Somehow the frequent to and fro, would drain your energy, and you just wish you stay at one place and travel for vacation is sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is, I'm happy to be home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;Another sunny place&lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky I know&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I’ve got to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Michael Buble -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-8789898677604289717?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8789898677604289717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=8789898677604289717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8789898677604289717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8789898677604289717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/travellingback-home.html' title='Travelling...back home'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-6748790951508322177</id><published>2009-04-05T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:56:58.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Everyone's Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sdh_GWzjLLI/AAAAAAAABJE/IClNHZUzA6w/s1600-h/capture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sdh_GWzjLLI/AAAAAAAABJE/IClNHZUzA6w/s400/capture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321142706915978418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sdh_GBone1I/AAAAAAAABI8/W5A82YX-y7Y/s1600-h/she_waits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sdh_GBone1I/AAAAAAAABI8/W5A82YX-y7Y/s400/she_waits.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321142701232978770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sdh_F3iTjEI/AAAAAAAABI0/XG2EFek3xaI/s1600-h/wait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sdh_F3iTjEI/AAAAAAAABI0/XG2EFek3xaI/s400/wait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321142698522152002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-6748790951508322177?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6748790951508322177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=6748790951508322177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6748790951508322177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6748790951508322177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/everyones-waiting.html' title='Everyone&apos;s Waiting'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sdh_GWzjLLI/AAAAAAAABJE/IClNHZUzA6w/s72-c/capture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-5813881631323749674</id><published>2009-04-02T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:19:33.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil&apos; Story'/><title type='text'>Froggie in the shallow well</title><content type='html'>Well...&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;There lives a frog in a shallow well&lt;br /&gt;His world is only as big as the circle of the well&lt;br /&gt;No big wild thoughts, no big wild dreams&lt;br /&gt;Never know that birds can fly..and wonder why he cant&lt;br /&gt;Never know that snakes bite..and have to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Never know the million types of insects...and wanting to taste&lt;br /&gt;Being simple in his simplest world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;An encyclopedia drops into the well&lt;br /&gt;Not sure whether he's lucky that it doesn't smash on him&lt;br /&gt;As he survives to see what the worlds unfold&lt;br /&gt;Page by page he reads&lt;br /&gt;The encyclopedia exposes the wild wild world&lt;br /&gt;He decides that he should make the leap&lt;br /&gt;Slowly he climbs and leap out to the world&lt;br /&gt;And he sees what he wants to see, fear what he has to fear&lt;br /&gt;He's part of the outside world now&lt;br /&gt;There's no way going back to the well anymore&lt;br /&gt;Back to the simplest life&lt;br /&gt;to the simple thought&lt;br /&gt;in the shallow&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-5813881631323749674?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5813881631323749674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=5813881631323749674' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/5813881631323749674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/5813881631323749674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/froggie-in-shallow-well.html' title='Froggie in the shallow well'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-5657944663548280857</id><published>2009-03-26T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:29:04.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Reversing Regret</title><content type='html'>“What if today were my last day on earth? … the culture doesn’t encourage you to think about such things until you’re about to die. We’re so wrapped up with egotistical things, career, family, having enough money, meeting the mortgage, getting a new car, fixing the radiator when it breaks - we’re involved in trillions of little acts just to keep going. So we don’t get into the habit of standing back and looking at our lives and saying, Is this all? Is this all I want? Is something missing? … You need someone to probe you in that direction. It just won’t happen automatically.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tuesdays with Morrie"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-5657944663548280857?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5657944663548280857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=5657944663548280857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/5657944663548280857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/5657944663548280857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/reversing-regret.html' title='Reversing Regret'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-1585174609101919588</id><published>2009-03-14T23:38:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:57:52.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Bukit Kiara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sb0rQrrQPJI/AAAAAAAABIU/kDjSdFJmJ-o/s1600-h/upwherewebelong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sb0rQrrQPJI/AAAAAAAABIU/kDjSdFJmJ-o/s400/upwherewebelong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313450700969098386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sb0rQibJoHI/AAAAAAAABIM/wXakVJSZgxE/s1600-h/perfectmetch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sb0rQibJoHI/AAAAAAAABIM/wXakVJSZgxE/s400/perfectmetch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313450698485637234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sbvkgq9gb1I/AAAAAAAABH8/e_XrT3okeqA/s1600-h/iamatbukitkiara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sbvkgq9gb1I/AAAAAAAABH8/e_XrT3okeqA/s400/iamatbukitkiara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313091435352846162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sbvgx6WuHgI/AAAAAAAABH0/2zwPWwzf8NI/s1600-h/survivingwild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sbvgx6WuHgI/AAAAAAAABH0/2zwPWwzf8NI/s400/survivingwild.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313087333496397314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SbvWdxY7T2I/AAAAAAAABHk/WHwxG-R8vfw/s1600-h/onetree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SbvWdxY7T2I/AAAAAAAABHk/WHwxG-R8vfw/s400/onetree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313075992376069986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SbvR-2peQVI/AAAAAAAABHc/9-eisiChtqY/s1600-h/Bukit+Kiara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SbvR-2peQVI/AAAAAAAABHc/9-eisiChtqY/s400/Bukit+Kiara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313071063165190482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SbvR-pfFV4I/AAAAAAAABHU/1ICtAQ6jvkE/s1600-h/survivingwild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SbvR9yiVFiI/AAAAAAAABHM/52AXycewH3s/s400/grass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313071044881618466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have always wanted to bring my camera here to take a few shots... :) Managed to come here with it and here they are...the photos..from Bukit Kiara.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-1585174609101919588?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1585174609101919588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=1585174609101919588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1585174609101919588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1585174609101919588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/bukit-kiara.html' title='Bukit Kiara'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Sb0rQrrQPJI/AAAAAAAABIU/kDjSdFJmJ-o/s72-c/upwherewebelong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-7127047400463435919</id><published>2009-02-21T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:23:29.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Comes from the heart...</title><content type='html'>"Do the kinds of things that come from the heart. When you do, you won’t be dissatisfied, you won’t be envious, you won’t be longing for somebody else’s things. On the contrary, you’ll be overwhelmed with what comes back.” - Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, your heart makes you stand in the middle of a crossroad by sending 2 voices to your mind. One voice is strictly affected by what people are telling you what to do, the environment as well as the culture. Another voice comes deep down from your heart, trying to ask you to make your own choice, a choice which is right for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is always about taking chances and learning from mistakes. People always say, start your journey from your heart. I guess that's what they mean by doing what you feel is right and comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're always in the situation of crosschecking ourselves. Doing comparison and chasing over something which someone else is chasing at, without knowing whether that's something that we want for ourselves. So, don't go chasing, but chase only what makes you feel good feel peace with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you're following closely to your heart and be happy with what you're doing. Listen to your heart when you feel lost, hope that it will guide you home. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-7127047400463435919?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7127047400463435919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=7127047400463435919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7127047400463435919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7127047400463435919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/comes-from-heart.html' title='Comes from the heart...'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-5156384619581872638</id><published>2009-02-14T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:09:59.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Romantic</title><content type='html'>I just happened to flip through the lyrics of the Fang Da Tong's CD which I've just bought and found out the page which writes about the title - Romantic. He wrote a list of things which he thought were romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are the things that are romantic to you?&lt;br /&gt;For me, it would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.Sunrise.Sunset.Sea.Jazz.Song.Lyrics.Bench.Park.Night.Moon.Stars.Smile.Candy.Sweet.Autumn.Stroll.Leaves.Breeze.Blue Sky.Clouds.Italy.Maldives.Beach.River.Perfume.Winter.Storybook.Piano.Ebony.Cake.Coffee.Field.Waves.Black&amp;White.Ivory.Vinyl.Musicbox.Feeling.Painting.Morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-5156384619581872638?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5156384619581872638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=5156384619581872638' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/5156384619581872638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/5156384619581872638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/romantic.html' title='Romantic'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-9082736375841028406</id><published>2009-02-09T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:45:08.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>身不由己</title><content type='html'>身不由己是，行动与心灵的不一致&lt;br /&gt;身不由己是，再累也得想，再苦也得撑&lt;br /&gt;身不由己是，对你的心声闭上耳朵&lt;br /&gt;身不由己是，时刻必须衡量重要性&lt;br /&gt;身不由己是，不理会你的感受&lt;br /&gt;身不由己是，忘了自私&lt;br /&gt;身不由己是，改变不了&lt;br /&gt;身不由己是，是不再为了自己&lt;br /&gt;身不由己是，累了也不能停下来&lt;br /&gt;身不由己是，身边人的紧迫&lt;br /&gt;身不由己是，顾虑别人，忘了自己&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-9082736375841028406?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/9082736375841028406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=9082736375841028406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/9082736375841028406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/9082736375841028406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='身不由己'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-8367036430945329697</id><published>2009-01-21T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:04:31.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Zombie</title><content type='html'>Do you clearly know what you want? Do you do what you need to do in order to get what you want? Risk taker doesn't care what it would be making the right or left turn, as they explore taking the chance and do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. Do you consider yourself as one of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, you're struggling to find your niche in this world. Everyday, you're telling yourself that you can't waste another day again without feeling you've done something today. You're stuffing all the concerns inside your small heart, and express your concerns to someone you trust, and then, it becomes a babble to that someone and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you feel tired of yourself and tired of the whole idea and culture. You start to accept that that's the reality and you concern no more. You move with the wave, just to make sure that you survive. The next thing, dreams and thoughts became a childish thing to you, coz you don't have the luxury to be talking about dreams. You ignore your needs, no longer express your thoughts, coz needs and thoughts make people hunger, and it will only add burden to you. Subsequently, you accept whatever that comes your way. In the end, numbness is what you felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's how people turned into zombie I guess. Stereotype life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-8367036430945329697?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8367036430945329697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=8367036430945329697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8367036430945329697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8367036430945329697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/zombie.html' title='Zombie'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-1490601866696281595</id><published>2009-01-20T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:12:15.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>All at Once</title><content type='html'>Lately, my life has been, "all at once". What I mean basically is, I'm getting so busy with the many things which come all at once. Never in my life I ever felt so occupied that I really don't have much time for myself. I've been wanting to be able to update my blogs once in a while, to get to write down what I always wanted to say in here. But all that I wanted to say, just stay on my mind, as I don't have the time to express them all out. So I'm going to take this time to write them out, all at once, in this blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a busy juggler recently, juggling time with family, friends, social life, workout, work, free time, house chores and online business. Late dinner, late bath, and doing house chores after work. Now only I realise that it is really not easy for a woman or a mother to manage everything at one time and still got the time to stay fit and attractive. Husbands always complain about wives getting old, no makeups, no fancy dresses, but they never thought about how tough a working woman or working mum is doing. Have to clean up the house, do laundry, cook, take care of the baby and work while able to look slim and sexy for you, with manicures and pedicures and nice high heels. Guys, have a thought about this, and think how would you be manage to do that if you were them. ;) It's part of your responsibility too that they stay good in shape and look healthy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I can slow down my pace, or maybe back to be a juggler who does not have to juggle her balls fast. I have been moving fast like crazy, afraid that I would waste the little time left for me after work. I know that time is what I need, but we all cant get more than 24 hours a day. I've been missing many of the nice movies that I wanted to watch in cinema, no extra time for my guitar and photo-taking and definitely no time for coffee-sipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is arranging to-do list on my notebook, arranging my work and time. Mult-tasking comes in eventually if you want to cope with what's on hands, then you will be stay out of focus, doing so many things at one time. In the end, you might stop and stare, what I've been doing all these while? Yeah, we're doing what we always do, chasing dreams, repeating the life routine until we're tired and in the end, we said, alright alright, at least I've done something while I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably, you would say, yeah, life's like that. That's what everybody is doing, why must you be the exceptional case? Alright, fine, we're pushed by our peers, our cultures, our urge to reach our own goals, one day we might be pushed to the edge yelling for help and showing the T sign...panting. Cool, I'm going to look for an alternative, shift and shift the position until it's all good. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish up my "All at Once" in one long post and one long breath. Syiok, whew! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-1490601866696281595?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1490601866696281595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=1490601866696281595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1490601866696281595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1490601866696281595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-at-once.html' title='All at Once'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-8296695284392548563</id><published>2009-01-15T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:15:02.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Moving it slow</title><content type='html'>After the movie with friends tonight, came back home and moving in a slow pace. Just as normal, boil water, clean the kitchen, but tonight, doing them all in slow pace. Just don't feel like making anything fast at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to grumble, but I'm really tired of thinking of so many things at one time, doing so many things at one time. The feeling's like you're in the middle of the sea, so tired of using all of your energy to swim, that you just can't stop, as you've been pushed by the waves all the time. You will drown if you stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List getting longer, tasks getting tougher, commitments getting bigger. Not trying to exaggerate, just that they are really the facts in life when you grow older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not been getting a real vacation yet. Wish to have one in the near future. Somewhere that I can get away and rejuvenate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-8296695284392548563?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8296695284392548563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=8296695284392548563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8296695284392548563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8296695284392548563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving-it-slow.html' title='Moving it slow'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-7302748974439198439</id><published>2009-01-04T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:28:40.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>One of these days...i'm so tired</title><content type='html'>I'm tired. Mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I worry too much. Maybe I can just close one eye.&lt;br /&gt;Taking a short break has already become a to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired. tired. tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-7302748974439198439?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7302748974439198439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=7302748974439198439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7302748974439198439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7302748974439198439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-of-these-daysim-so-tired.html' title='One of these days...i&apos;m so tired'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-7309305183026078274</id><published>2008-12-31T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:21:36.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>New Year New Resolution</title><content type='html'>Another year has gone. Past few years, never really write down a list of new year resolution, thinking of doing one for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the main things would be :&lt;br /&gt;1. No procrastination&lt;br /&gt;2. Adhere to Punctuality Rules&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep Early&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat Healthy&lt;br /&gt;5. Fighter Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that would be the main list.&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance, make a change.&lt;br /&gt;May it all be well in this new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-7309305183026078274?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7309305183026078274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=7309305183026078274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7309305183026078274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7309305183026078274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-new-resolution.html' title='New Year New Resolution'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-3311657663043326548</id><published>2008-12-30T21:45:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:20:12.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eat and Eat'/><title type='text'>Looking for a new place to eat and hang out?</title><content type='html'>I love to eat..haha..like anyone of you maybe. :P Hopefully this little post will promote this little place to the minority who happens to read my blog and pass the "let's try it out" message to all the eaters out there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new place is Kelana Jaya Plaza.. Kelana Jaya Plaza is new and it is really really a nice place. And it's such as shame that during my dinner there, I didn't bring my camera that I'm not able to post any of the photos here. The place is very breezy at night as beside of it is the lake and erm, as it is still very new that there're not enough crowd yet even though there're a few restaurants and pubs have been opened there. It is no doubt a great place to hang out with your friends by the lake, enjoying the environment and drinks. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first restaurant that I would like to recommend is Blue Dragon. It has one restaurant in Cheras and now it has opened another branch in Kelana Jaya Plaza. Blue Dragon has got very authenthic thai cuisine, nice tomyum, nice fried rice and dishes to be UATed by you guys and promote to more and more people to bring the crowd to the place. And and and...Louisiana, western cuisine restaurant. The western cuisine is wow (by the look of the menu, haven't tried it out yet) It has appealing ambience, music and environment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining is left for you to explore and UAT. :P So what i'm doing here is, hoping that it will bring more crowd to this nice-setup plaza which will add as another hang out place to all of us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Not holding any shares in Blue Dragon or Louisiana :D Promoting it coz I love to enjoy nice food so much, that I hope that they can maintain so that I can go back to eat again! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SVoqlUuFWlI/AAAAAAAABGE/mMTQuIR3CqE/s1600-h/kj17ma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SVoqlUuFWlI/AAAAAAAABGE/mMTQuIR3CqE/s400/kj17ma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285583933378222674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-3311657663043326548?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3311657663043326548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=3311657663043326548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/3311657663043326548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/3311657663043326548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-for-new-place-to-eat-and-hang.html' title='Looking for a new place to eat and hang out?'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SVoqlUuFWlI/AAAAAAAABGE/mMTQuIR3CqE/s72-c/kj17ma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-3547472152682842687</id><published>2008-12-25T17:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:09:40.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Free Time Out of Bound</title><content type='html'>I have been very busy and occupied for the last couple of weeks. Suddenly in my life, I feel very exhausted, that I can't find a time to sit down and relax and to keep on feeling that there're still a lot of things listed in my to-do list, that I can't just stop but keep on rushing for the tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy and busy and busy, and realised that you didn't have much of the time for yourself. Doing something good for yourself, go on a trip, pamper yourself with good spa maybe...sit down and enjoy a cuppa coffee without having to rush to your next destination. What each of us is having now is called, busy city life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily activities makes you swerve to the left and right that you might suddenly forgotten which way you're actually heading to. From time to time, make a stop at the pit stop to review and recheck, make sure you're still on the track, and then there you go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone, may everyone of us have a good year ahead. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-3547472152682842687?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3547472152682842687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=3547472152682842687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/3547472152682842687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/3547472152682842687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/free-time-out-of-bound.html' title='Free Time Out of Bound'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-4358389607478439247</id><published>2008-12-17T23:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:50:04.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>It feels like it has been ages since I last posted in my blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;Recently have been so busy, and I have always wanted to post something here from the time that I went back to my hometown, there're so many things that I wanted to jot down in here. All of the things that I wanted to share and write, I've been keeping inside my heart. Wanted to put in my experience driving back to my hometown the first time, the flood in kelantan, the food I had in kelantan...so much more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad that I'm able to sit down and write this blog, expressing myself here. I always thought about putting what I felt, what I saw and experienced here throughout my daily life, hoping that one day, my children would be able to come around here and spend some time reading them. In case I might have forgotten what I wanted to tell them or maybe something which I can't easily express it verbally. :) So that some important stories or lesson that I've learned would not be left untold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generation by generation. I believe that there're many stories which were not told or might have been forgotten by my grandparents and parents. My grandmum managed to tell me some part of her and grandpa's love story before she past away. If they started blogging at that time, then I would be reading a lot about their stories. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep on blogging, keep on writing, keep on recording, be the author of your own story. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-4358389607478439247?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4358389607478439247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=4358389607478439247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/4358389607478439247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/4358389607478439247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-3725242778883108860</id><published>2008-11-05T18:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:10:38.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>Back at home at last. :) Glad to be home, but I "kit teung" what is to be missed in bkk. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of stuffs to be done. Bills and bills, house chores... :) Going off for 1 month, back to attend to the many things. Kind of having many i/o last few weeks and the weeks before, starting to get thirsty for a cuppa "breakfree".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's end of the year, I think most of us are getting annual leave to be somewhere in the world. So enjoy and enjoy and enjoy! :D (think i'm going crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, for those who's still around here, no plans of taking leaves yet, let's have a little fun with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SRGAvN2gMcI/AAAAAAAAA64/xSp-QeQVCX4/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_d9e4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SRGAvN2gMcI/AAAAAAAAA64/xSp-QeQVCX4/s400/PhotoFunia_d9e4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265130988033290690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.photofunia.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-3725242778883108860?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3725242778883108860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=3725242778883108860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/3725242778883108860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/3725242778883108860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SRGAvN2gMcI/AAAAAAAAA64/xSp-QeQVCX4/s72-c/PhotoFunia_d9e4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-7588975481515069651</id><published>2008-11-04T01:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:26:40.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Life in Bangkok'/><title type='text'>Working Life in Bangkok - Next Plane Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SQ9BU2s3QdI/AAAAAAAAA6o/JT9N8C38N0I/s1600-h/DSC_0035_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SQ9BU2s3QdI/AAAAAAAAA6o/JT9N8C38N0I/s400/DSC_0035_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264498315956273618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month being in Bangkok, have been the fullest after so long. :) Have been bz with work activities, bringing colleagues around bkk. :) I would be on the next plane home tomorrow and I'm surely going to miss this place like I always do.&lt;br /&gt;I went around places that I have used to go, visited the familiar food stalls and shops, eating food that I miss a lot, meeting people whom I'm familiar with, no doubt it's indeed like a second home here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to banana fm, thai radio station. They play the hottest thai songs. :) I'm going to miss Centre Point, Guai Lou's fried rice, Yu Fah's Som Tum, Khao Phat Poo, Cha Keow + Nes, Sirocco, Noodle Soup, Chatuchak, Duck Noodles, Coffee Beans's cheese cake...seems like uncountables, and I'm going to miss Loy Kra Thong. Ok, I'm going to miss a lot of the things I like here. I'm coming back, coming back to travel surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you again bkk, will be seeing you again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-7588975481515069651?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7588975481515069651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=7588975481515069651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7588975481515069651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7588975481515069651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/working-life-in-bangkok-next-plane-home.html' title='Working Life in Bangkok - Next Plane Home'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SQ9BU2s3QdI/AAAAAAAAA6o/JT9N8C38N0I/s72-c/DSC_0035_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-2234609445544640874</id><published>2008-10-23T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:17:03.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Life in Bangkok'/><title type='text'>Working Life in Bangkok - I Miss K</title><content type='html'>Yeah..I miss K..Singing K. :D And now I'm singing along with the MTV over the TV, hopefully my roomate don't feel annoying. haha...It's good you know when you sing K, coz you can express all of your feelings along with the song, let it flow..let it flow..&lt;br /&gt;and the mtv is playing all those famous old pop songs..oh my god..here i go...i'm going to sing K when I'm back to KL...There're K lounge here in bkk, but then of course mostly thai songs..just manage to "pian zhiak" sing a few thai songs..so..cannot go..&lt;br /&gt;So I sing along with MTV during the nights when I miss K...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-2234609445544640874?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2234609445544640874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=2234609445544640874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/2234609445544640874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/2234609445544640874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/working-life-in-bangkok-i-miss-k.html' title='Working Life in Bangkok - I Miss K'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-7755650323470376081</id><published>2008-10-18T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:10:43.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Life in Bangkok'/><title type='text'>Working Life in Bangkok - It's State Tower :)</title><content type='html'>I always like this place. Like it a lot. :) Brought my colleagues up to state tower 2 days ago, glad that they enjoyed hanging out there. With the nice martinis, nice Bangkok view from 64th floor, nice ambience and nice music. Anything that you can ask for to feel nice and easy to hang out with friends. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're sofas for you to sit around comfortably, but most of the time they would be occupied, that's why we had to stand and waited for our drinks before we brought our drinks to the skybar. The skybar's a little bit extended out where we could take sips from our drinks while enjoying the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz..yes, they have jazz music playing. Jazz band. :) I like it when the jazz singer started to sing, it somehow turns on the romantic ambience..nicee.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to take photos, but do check out Auyong's blog for the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://auyongck.blogspot.com"&gt;Siu Keong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little photo of state tower which I've taken long time ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SPjUER9R30I/AAAAAAAAAyk/3LspzF7B0Co/s1600-h/statetower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SPjUER9R30I/AAAAAAAAAyk/3LspzF7B0Co/s400/statetower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258185734960045890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-7755650323470376081?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7755650323470376081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=7755650323470376081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7755650323470376081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7755650323470376081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/working-life-in-bangkok-were-at-state.html' title='Working Life in Bangkok - It&apos;s State Tower :)'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SPjUER9R30I/AAAAAAAAAyk/3LspzF7B0Co/s72-c/statetower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-1582357041885444976</id><published>2008-10-11T00:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T01:39:39.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Life in Bangkok'/><title type='text'>Working Life in Bangkok - Renovated</title><content type='html'>Centre Point is fully renovated. :) When I left a year ago, the lobby was just renovated and they're just starting renovating the room. I came into the room..and whow, it's nice, especially the lighting. The right lighting always makes people feel warm and welcomed. :) Take a look at the renovated room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SO-P01a4W_I/AAAAAAAAAxw/ZArv4c_PcOo/s1600-h/DSC_1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SO-P01a4W_I/AAAAAAAAAxw/ZArv4c_PcOo/s400/DSC_1194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255577428020452338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SO-P010w7nI/AAAAAAAAAx4/HxdonvdlfAI/s1600-h/DSC_1203_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SO-P010w7nI/AAAAAAAAAx4/HxdonvdlfAI/s400/DSC_1203_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255577428129017458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SO-P1I1gB4I/AAAAAAAAAyA/vPEB8MaUVmU/s1600-h/DSC_1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SO-P1I1gB4I/AAAAAAAAAyA/vPEB8MaUVmU/s400/DSC_1191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255577433232377730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-1582357041885444976?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1582357041885444976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=1582357041885444976' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1582357041885444976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1582357041885444976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/working-life-in-bangkok-renovated.html' title='Working Life in Bangkok - Renovated'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SO-P01a4W_I/AAAAAAAAAxw/ZArv4c_PcOo/s72-c/DSC_1194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-7302871495646697270</id><published>2008-10-10T00:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:24:24.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Life in Bangkok'/><title type='text'>Working Life in Bangkok - Back Late Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SO49aNjVU6I/AAAAAAAAAxo/vp6v7T5kY_4/s1600-h/DSC_0029_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SO49aNjVU6I/AAAAAAAAAxo/vp6v7T5kY_4/s400/DSC_0029_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255205335711699874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the photos that I've taken last year. It's Mc D in Bangrak. Behind, it's the State Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still full, can't go to sleep yet. Came back late today, didn't know what to eat, so I walked to Mc D to get the nuggets. Mc D and KFC always be the options in Bangkok when I don't know what to eat, cause they're just next to my apartment. Actually, I don't feel hungry, just that, if I don't eat, my head will keep on telling me that I'm hungry, that I should be eating something, end up eating even more. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In and out of apartment these few days, I have managed to meet some "old friends". Haha. I'm glad that the hotel staffs, they still remember me. They saw me and would be greeting, "Sawasdee kap", "Se Bai Dee Mai?", "Kap ma tam ngan lor?" I have not been meeting them for 1 and a half year. And they're still with Centrepoint, and I'm still with Silverlake. :P Anyway, I'm very glad to see them around. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gotta be going to bed now. Ready for a busy day tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-7302871495646697270?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7302871495646697270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=7302871495646697270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7302871495646697270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7302871495646697270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/working-life-in-bangkok-back-late-today.html' title='Working Life in Bangkok - Back Late Today'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SO49aNjVU6I/AAAAAAAAAxo/vp6v7T5kY_4/s72-c/DSC_0029_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-8050114701235976331</id><published>2008-10-08T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:25:20.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Life in Bangkok'/><title type='text'>Working Life in Bangkok - Back to Bkk</title><content type='html'>At last, I'm able to online! Whew..the connection in Centrepoint has been changed to wireless connection. Have been trying to connect to the network since 9 till now. It is still not so stable yet, on and off, my roomate's wireless signal is ok, maybe my wireless reception is not that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Bkk now. When I just got reached, then I started to see the familiar faces, the familiar language and the familiar weather. Everything is the same, just that the place to take the taxi in airport has changed. The toll has gone up and so as the meter rate. I came to Centrepoint and checked into my room. Wow, they have already renovated the room. It was in the nicest colour, white. Nicee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangrak, the place that I stay at is still the same, traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SOuX0vEsqCI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Rv7ZhQ8nKqY/s1600-h/Bangrak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SOuX0vEsqCI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Rv7ZhQ8nKqY/s400/Bangrak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254460322502977570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-8050114701235976331?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8050114701235976331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=8050114701235976331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8050114701235976331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8050114701235976331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/working-life-in-bangkok-back-to-bkk.html' title='Working Life in Bangkok - Back to Bkk'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SOuX0vEsqCI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Rv7ZhQ8nKqY/s72-c/Bangrak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-1178078637492771219</id><published>2008-10-07T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T01:01:18.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>期待回来</title><content type='html'>明天就要走了。又是另外一个working trip to Bangkok. 对这地方，都算是蛮熟悉了。大家都说是“天堂“。嗯，应该说是去旅游真的是很好，我在那里都工作了2年多了，没什么感觉了. :)&lt;br /&gt;Working Travel了差不多4年，感觉都有点累了。就是缺少了那种归属感吧。倒是希望可以留下来，在这里的感觉好很多。 :) 也许人老了，priority 不同了，想法也不同了，没什么时间可浪费，就是希望可以停留在一个地方，有时间，可到处旅游，和家人，亲人，朋友在一起，过正常些的life, 做自己想做的事情。这样的想法，从1年前开始，慢慢的变得更加强烈了。&lt;br /&gt;这样游子的生活，是时候放弃了。:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在Bangkok,工作的时间应该都有2年多。都没有记载过我的Working Life In Bangkok. 这次might be最后一次，到Bangkok工作，当游子，所以应该会在这个trip记载一些些关于在这里的生活吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会好想，好想，好想，好想在Malaysia的一切。 :) 期待回来的心情。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-1178078637492771219?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1178078637492771219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=1178078637492771219' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1178078637492771219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1178078637492771219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='期待回来'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-3460724162213848005</id><published>2008-09-23T00:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:11:00.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Potraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SNfLGqXSqWI/AAAAAAAAAxY/QguBTzBFg7g/s1600-h/DSC_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SNfLGqXSqWI/AAAAAAAAAxY/QguBTzBFg7g/s200/DSC_0320.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248887206035237218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SNfLGatcknI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/swEkDcQGGIg/s1600-h/DSC_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SNfLGatcknI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/swEkDcQGGIg/s200/DSC_0301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248887201833194098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never got a chance to take potrait of my own. Then I asked my sisters to help me to take using my camera. I had to bring out a mirror and check and ask my sister to half press, focus...haha....quite expensive for photographer and studio..so tried my own camera..but not using potrait lense..and without tripod..that's why a bit blur :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-3460724162213848005?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3460724162213848005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=3460724162213848005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/3460724162213848005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/3460724162213848005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/potraits.html' title='Potraits'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SNfLGqXSqWI/AAAAAAAAAxY/QguBTzBFg7g/s72-c/DSC_0320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-1022401495580134988</id><published>2008-09-14T17:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:11:13.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Rain rain go away...</title><content type='html'>It's raining again. So as the mood. Helplessly I, got emotional when it rains. Many thoughts come running in my mind. Can't stop..so I'm waiting for the sun to come out again.&lt;br /&gt;Glad that I have my guitar. It has been accompanying me when I was sick and through some unhappy and happy time. So it does during rainy days. :)&lt;br /&gt;Since it's raining, I played the little "voodoo" song called Rain Rain Go Away. Whenever it rains, I thought of this song, then I sing in my heart, hoping that the rain will go away soon...&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for trying to bring away your cozy cooling rainy day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain go away&lt;br /&gt;Come again some other day&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain go away&lt;br /&gt;Bring my love a sunny day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-1022401495580134988?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1022401495580134988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=1022401495580134988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1022401495580134988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1022401495580134988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain rain go away...'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-882121558856439974</id><published>2008-09-13T14:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:00:45.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Body is a Wonderland</title><content type='html'>Title may sound absurd, but it's guitar that I'm referring to. :) Have been having the thoughts of taking the photo of my guitar at home for quite sometime, until that day, I managed to pick up the cam and take a few shots. I've set up a small photoblog inside the glass house, thrashing my photos in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://glasshouze.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Glass House&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-882121558856439974?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/882121558856439974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=882121558856439974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/882121558856439974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/882121558856439974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/your-body-is-wonderland.html' title='Your Body is a Wonderland'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-6138845089409708496</id><published>2008-08-18T22:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:11:32.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Life, oh life</title><content type='html'>"Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted. A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle"&lt;br /&gt;Morrie Schwartz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're sometimes in the confusion of our age. What we are doing might not be what we wanted all the time. We might tend to ask many questions, over think about it that we're so obsessed with all the doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're standing in the middle, thinking which sides will win.&lt;br /&gt;Morrie said, love wins. Love will always wins.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that by thinking this way, it somehow will lift up your spirit, accept it and keep on fighting. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-6138845089409708496?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6138845089409708496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=6138845089409708496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6138845089409708496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6138845089409708496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-keep-on-fighting-till-end.html' title='Life, oh life'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-8932623332829476622</id><published>2008-08-18T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:11:59.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Sharing</title><content type='html'>You can't find the answers for the many things in life from the book. Things in life are complicated, I never realised about that before working life. Blogging has in fact turned out to be helpful, when you've got noone to speak to, or you just need a place, a space for you to express what is choked inside your lung or heart. Eventually, it turned out to be a place where I wanted to share things with all of you, and maybe my children next time, in case, I just couldn't remember to tell them everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, wanted to share with you "Tuesdays with Morrie". It's this little book by Mitch Albom. Stated on the cover - An old man, a young man, and life's greatest lesson. I believe that when you see this sentence, you might think, well, another philosopher type of book, then might just toss it away. Not sure whether sharing quote and information in this book is illegal, but em, the book is not made of very good quality paper, it might have been eaten by silverfish after a few years. So I would take the risk. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to spend the time writing it down in the next blog. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-8932623332829476622?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8932623332829476622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=8932623332829476622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8932623332829476622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8932623332829476622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/sharing.html' title='Sharing'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-8050915504121565661</id><published>2008-08-14T22:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:13:30.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singalongsong'/><title type='text'>Runaway..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SKRegrA655I/AAAAAAAAAvI/u0cDCJncyLk/s1600-h/60846979.DSC_7925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SKRegrA655I/AAAAAAAAAvI/u0cDCJncyLk/s320/60846979.DSC_7925.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234412582306768786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无名的怒火 有说不出的无力想敲打我自己&lt;br /&gt;麻木的神经 感觉自己像个机器快不能呼吸&lt;br /&gt;火辣的太阳 永远在前方 无尽的公路 无尽的追求&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像困在雾里 焦躁的想从茫然的现实中逃离&lt;br /&gt;淡掉的感情 还坚持下去又有什么意义&lt;br /&gt;风吹乱头发 黑暗星空下 无尽的公路 无尽的自由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我需要 run away run away 不想再怀疑自己对不对&lt;br /&gt;甩开一切无所谓 就快去 run away run away&lt;br /&gt;我可以 run away run away 不想再怀疑自己对不对&lt;br /&gt;是为自己不为谁 不在乎的 run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多人再说 不断的一直说 必须这样子做 不能够那样做&lt;br /&gt;却又没有办法在自己的生命中突破&lt;br /&gt;如果再不走 就永远不会走 别让自己再回头 没挣扎怎能够有自由 快走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在就 run away run away 不想再怀疑自己对不对&lt;br /&gt;甩开一切无所谓 run away run away&lt;br /&gt;快点去 run away run away 不想再怀疑自己对不对&lt;br /&gt;是为自己不为谁 不在乎的 run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;像他说的潇洒，生命中应该很少吧？&lt;br /&gt;有多少人不犹豫，多少人不害怕失去？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愿你我都有勇气面对一切。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-8050915504121565661?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8050915504121565661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=8050915504121565661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8050915504121565661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8050915504121565661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/runaway.html' title='Runaway..'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SKRegrA655I/AAAAAAAAAvI/u0cDCJncyLk/s72-c/60846979.DSC_7925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-6436753926036544369</id><published>2008-08-11T22:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:14:44.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil&apos; Album Collection'/><title type='text'>Got myself a love song compilation CD :)</title><content type='html'>After work today, I went to One U, planning to look for John Mayer's new album. The sales person told me that it's not out yet. End up, I was listening to Stevie Wonder's album and found the song 'My Cherie Amour', which I've been looking around. Then I saw another album with this song, but it's with other love songs. Very seldom I would be getting myself a love song compilation cd :) But then at last, I bought it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 CDs with all the familiar love songs. Quite a nice compilation. Soothing love song, for you to play at home and then sing along while you're ironing your clothes or doing your laundry. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-6436753926036544369?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6436753926036544369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=6436753926036544369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6436753926036544369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6436753926036544369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/got-myself-love-song-compilation-cd.html' title='Got myself a love song compilation CD :)'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-2087039964885340330</id><published>2008-08-09T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:14:57.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>It's 8 August, 2008</title><content type='html'>080808. an auspicious date for us, Chinese, and also a date to be remembered by everyone who has lived through this day. Needless to say, it's the Olympics 2008 at Beijing, China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember the opening ceremony as the astounding one, full with surprises and chinese culture, and beautifully prepared, especially the most anticipated part, how the torch was lit up, really cool..In whichever way, it really does show Chinese can do it. :) I was in Hainan watching the Olympics over the tv, and kept on "wow wow wow..". Can't imagine if I ever get the chance to watch Olympics opening ceremony live at the stadium. Maybe, the next Olympic, which will be held at London. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that all of us are able to see this event. :)&lt;br /&gt;Let's celebrate this moment, go go olympics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-2087039964885340330?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2087039964885340330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=2087039964885340330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/2087039964885340330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/2087039964885340330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-8-august-2008.html' title='It&apos;s 8 August, 2008'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-1743334675581173106</id><published>2008-08-01T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:15:30.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Night like this</title><content type='html'>11 something and yet, don't feel like sleeping. I don't like sleeping too early, always thought that it's a waste of time...funny though..Always wait till I get tired or sleepy, then I will be willing to climb up the bed and Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, don't have mood for nothing. Suddenly, "Everytime I Close My Eyes" comes into my mind. I think it surely is an all time favourite love song to many people. Babyface has got his own unique song and this song has got it's own calming effect. Always hoping for a good hi-fi system, playing all kinds of songs, in my favourite room. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice would it be if I can have my speaker now with me, then I would be able to fill this whole room with the song, clear voice, and sharp saxaphone. It would be so so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your night? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-1743334675581173106?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1743334675581173106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=1743334675581173106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1743334675581173106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1743334675581173106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/night-like-this.html' title='Night like this'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-1568719548333784545</id><published>2008-07-13T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:15:45.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>The Bucket List</title><content type='html'>In the movie, it was said that old time Egyptians believe that at the entrance to heaven, they will be asked 2 questions. These 2 questions will determine whether they are allowed to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you find joy in your life?"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you bring joy to anyone in your life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be your answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living your life with what you want, getting what you want. We're flowing with the stream, adapting to changes, changing ourselves according to what most people need, and what the society is responding to. The peer pressure, the fear of being left behind. Is this what we care about? Or we have no choice, and that's what we should care about? Are we just the fishes, following the stream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most people won't choose to know when they will die if given the chance. Do you? Maybe I will try to write myself a bucket list, (influenced by this movie) and see what I will get in the list and how long will it be :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-1568719548333784545?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1568719548333784545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=1568719548333784545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1568719548333784545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1568719548333784545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/07/bucket-list.html' title='The Bucket List'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-8743497575425596247</id><published>2008-07-10T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:57:22.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite a useful trick</title><content type='html'>Read about this. Not sure how true is it, as never tried :P We can use our body to boost signal. For example, we can use our hand on radio to boost or clarify the signal. Another thing which will help us is, when trying to locate our car at the carpark. Normally, we would tend to stretch your arm and press the alarm. To amplify your alarm signal, you can use body-as-extended-antenna trick by putting it under your chin and press the button. It is said to be able to boost the alarm signal and locate your car. Try it out. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-8743497575425596247?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8743497575425596247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=8743497575425596247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8743497575425596247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8743497575425596247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/07/quite-useful-trick.html' title='Quite a useful trick'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-6953888144941820675</id><published>2008-06-19T19:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:16:09.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Last Lecture from Randy Pausch</title><content type='html'>I've finished reading this book. And I would really recommend it to everybody. The word used is simple and easy to understand. Easily you will be going through a few chapters without knowing. Randy Pausch really keep it simple for the readers. The most important thing is, what he shared with the readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a professor in Carnegie Mellon Uni and is diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. His doctor told him that he would have 6 healthy months if he's lucky. This would be the saddest thing to accept and yet he took the chance to hold this presentation - The Last Lecture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about his childhood dreams, doubts that anyone of us would have faced, the life and the right attitude towards anything in life. I think I would not be able to describe how inspiring and how I've changed my thoughts over certain things, but one thing for sure, it has affected me in such a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short that you might not even realised that you did not appreciate the gift, which is time. "Stupidly", I always reminded myself yet I admit that you and I do sometimes let it slips away too, right? But the most important thing is, we have the courage to take the effort to make things better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To myself and everyone that I care about,&lt;br /&gt;Take away the ego, cause it's not going to do any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate life, cause that's what we have at the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel your life has no meaning, think about people who struggles to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're giving up yourself, think about the people who never give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take away the negative thoughts, cause it's not going to do any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself, cause that's how you pass the love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel troubled, put the trouble in the trouble bucket. Cause it will only pulls you down. Switch your attention to something you like. Only conquer it when your mood bar has gone green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy, cause that's what makes the world beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thelastlecture.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-6953888144941820675?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6953888144941820675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=6953888144941820675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6953888144941820675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6953888144941820675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-lecture-from-randy-pausch.html' title='The Last Lecture from Randy Pausch'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-6112030234764958793</id><published>2008-06-15T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:16:25.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>I guess I would consider myself a little bit nostalgic. Are you? Sometimes you just heard a song, read a book, saw a photo and suddenly it seemed to have taken you back to some place, some time or some moments. It might be something that make you laugh, make you feel sad, or make you feel so happy that you wish that you can go back once again. But what we can do is, sharing the happiness, the story with someone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai songs, they got me nostalgic. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry if you get nostalgic over something. At least it proves something. You're still remembering things.&lt;br /&gt;You have been through time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SFTsK5aQLlI/AAAAAAAAApE/0e2p4_HqP_Y/s1600-h/Bangrak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SFTsK5aQLlI/AAAAAAAAApE/0e2p4_HqP_Y/s320/Bangrak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212050340728286802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-6112030234764958793?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6112030234764958793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=6112030234764958793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6112030234764958793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6112030234764958793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/06/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SFTsK5aQLlI/AAAAAAAAApE/0e2p4_HqP_Y/s72-c/Bangrak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-6673939055197892077</id><published>2008-06-09T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:16:45.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>不一定</title><content type='html'>昨天吃午饭的时候，朋友说到“一定”这个话题。之后我们就说到“世事无绝对”。&lt;br /&gt;还记得还在读书的时候，有好多时候，都会用到“一定”这字眼。&lt;br /&gt;出来工作了，发现原来好多事情，是不一定的呢。有好多事情，都谈不上 Absolute. &lt;br /&gt;在这里，我指的不是挑战法律的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;出来工作的也谈不上长，但是也看过及体会过一些事。有时候，并不是你不想让它变得“不一定”，而你在不同的阶段，不同的情况，身在其中的你会对某些事做适当的调整。&lt;br /&gt;不是说你失去坚持，而是时代的改变，年龄的增长，经过的每件事，让你对某些事也可能会改观。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不一定每件事都要一个解释&lt;br /&gt;不一定天堂里住着一位天使&lt;br /&gt;不一定要大哭才能诉说心事&lt;br /&gt;不一定小心翼翼就不会走失&lt;br /&gt;不一定某件事都有某个方式&lt;br /&gt;不一定他就是你的白马王子&lt;br /&gt;不一定要无聊才一直看电视&lt;br /&gt;（戴佩妮 - 不一定）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-6673939055197892077?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6673939055197892077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=6673939055197892077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6673939055197892077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6673939055197892077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='不一定'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-1420169440197791943</id><published>2008-06-08T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:16:56.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Orangie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SEu968_YseI/AAAAAAAAAo0/xqyzsyJGXRk/s1600-h/DSC_0766_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SEu968_YseI/AAAAAAAAAo0/xqyzsyJGXRk/s320/DSC_0766_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209466214486159842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SEu-FlF0l6I/AAAAAAAAAo8/iyrxYHTlTpk/s1600-h/DSC_0769_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SEu-FlF0l6I/AAAAAAAAAo8/iyrxYHTlTpk/s320/DSC_0769_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209466397049264034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three little kittens. Orangie, Blackie, Stripie. They were the newborns of my neighbour's cat. Have been waiting for the moments to be able to take some close up pictures of them. They have grown up so fast. These are the moments to be able to play around with them. Wait till they are big, they will no longer that active. Just managed to capture photos of orangie, as it seems to be more active than the other two. The look that he gave was so cool, as if he knew how to pose like the models.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-1420169440197791943?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1420169440197791943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=1420169440197791943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1420169440197791943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1420169440197791943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/06/orangie.html' title='Orangie'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SEu968_YseI/AAAAAAAAAo0/xqyzsyJGXRk/s72-c/DSC_0766_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-773336592754744126</id><published>2008-05-21T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:01:43.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 5 12 1428</title><content type='html'>These 3 days were declared as National Mourning Day. Most of the main websites in China have changed their websites to black and white. TV showing most updated news from the earthquake sites. I think I couldn't express how bad and sad the incident is as it must have affected us deep down, when looking at the news and pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see "Blood thicker than water". Everyone is saddened, everyone is trying their best to help, everyone is supportive to everybody, everyone is encouraging each other, everyone is praying to relieve the pain from the affected and wish that the difficulties will end very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about how some other people in this world, trying their best to create havoc, trying their best to cause pain to people around them, trying their best to create war and still never stop. In this disaster we see how people unite while there're people in this world who tried to seperate its own people. Is it because they are lucky not to have disasters to worry about? That they have the extra time to express their ego, express their dissatisfaction and their power? As the chinese saying, 唯恐天下不乱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever we are, we should learn to appreciate. Appreciate that we have the heart, the salvation and the hands which can help and build. Appreciate the life and time that we have. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-773336592754744126?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/773336592754744126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=773336592754744126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/773336592754744126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/773336592754744126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/05/2008-5-12-1428.html' title='2008 5 12 1428'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-268225879953154738</id><published>2008-05-18T20:58:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:17:17.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Life in Bangkok'/><title type='text'>In one of those nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SEuLRwBdidI/AAAAAAAAAos/10_IQOEz8yE/s1600-h/statetower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SEuLRwBdidI/AAAAAAAAAos/10_IQOEz8yE/s400/statetower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209410531049179602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken one year ago. One of the photos that I've managed to take of this special building. The view up here looks so quiet where the market down the State Tower is very much a busy place in Bangkok. It reminded me of the quiet nights where I can simply see this building from my room. It reminded me of the ambience that I love, with the jazz and the winds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-268225879953154738?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/268225879953154738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=268225879953154738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/268225879953154738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/268225879953154738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-one-of-those-nights.html' title='In one of those nights'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SEuLRwBdidI/AAAAAAAAAos/10_IQOEz8yE/s72-c/statetower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-6949426402988842620</id><published>2008-05-08T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:17:28.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Paradox</title><content type='html'>Dad passed me a photostated paper when I was at home that day. On top, it's written, "The Paradox of Our Time". He said that the paper was by his colleague, who had photostated a few copies and distributed around. He asked me to read it. Since it's highly recommended to be read by this uncle who take the effort to distribute it around, I think there must be something in the text that he somehow agrees with. So, I read... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradox. Kind of complicated it maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here it is, if you're interested. :P&lt;br /&gt;http://garywolff.com/paradox.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-6949426402988842620?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6949426402988842620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=6949426402988842620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6949426402988842620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6949426402988842620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/05/paradox.html' title='Paradox'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-8718486826224659443</id><published>2008-04-27T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:17:46.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singalongsong'/><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>It has been raining recently. The road is quite dirty which makes it hard to walk. It was gloomy just now, and the sun has just come out to "energize" the people on the road. I always like sunny day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Jack Johnson. It goes very well with this lazy sunday.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/jackjohnsonmusic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-8718486826224659443?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8718486826224659443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=8718486826224659443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8718486826224659443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8718486826224659443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/04/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-1006960247620550485</id><published>2008-04-16T23:12:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:18:05.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Now Everyone Can Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SAYgOzmsH8I/AAAAAAAAAmw/wRxggtM_FbQ/s1600-h/DSC_0196+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SAYgOzmsH8I/AAAAAAAAAmw/wRxggtM_FbQ/s400/DSC_0196+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189871059333816258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SAYhgjmsH9I/AAAAAAAAAm4/UebggiIf-F4/s1600-h/DSC_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SAYhgjmsH9I/AAAAAAAAAm4/UebggiIf-F4/s400/DSC_0193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189872463788122066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaring across the land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SAYhhDmsH-I/AAAAAAAAAnA/mBPMAXci8vs/s1600-h/DSC_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SAYhhDmsH-I/AAAAAAAAAnA/mBPMAXci8vs/s400/DSC_0200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189872472378056674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the clouds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SAYhhjmsH_I/AAAAAAAAAnI/j5WfHm6Hakw/s1600-h/DSC_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SAYhhjmsH_I/AAAAAAAAAnI/j5WfHm6Hakw/s400/DSC_0201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189872480967991282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of Turbulence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SAYhiDmsIAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/kUYanlbfOCY/s1600-h/DSC_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SAYhiDmsIAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/kUYanlbfOCY/s400/DSC_0202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189872489557925890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the clouds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SAYhijmsIBI/AAAAAAAAAnY/9ygPWSxM0TU/s1600-h/DSC_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SAYhijmsIBI/AAAAAAAAAnY/9ygPWSxM0TU/s400/DSC_0204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189872498147860498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite glad that they sky is quite blue that I'm able to take these photos. Blue sky, white clouds, nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-1006960247620550485?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1006960247620550485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=1006960247620550485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1006960247620550485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/1006960247620550485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-everyone-can-fly.html' title='Now Everyone Can Fly'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SAYgOzmsH8I/AAAAAAAAAmw/wRxggtM_FbQ/s72-c/DSC_0196+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-3993047579962925942</id><published>2008-03-28T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:18:20.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>What do you say?</title><content type='html'>同样的瓶子，你为什么要装毒药呢？同样的心理，你为什么要充满烦恼呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人把每件事情都想得很简单，有些人却把每件事情都想得彻底，想得复杂。烦恼的占据力量也许很大，可是也不能让它扩展，对吗？当你为一件事开始在烦恼着，固执的心态只会让你没完没了，抱着它不放手。不知不觉的你将会开始感叹，想着为何又那么多烦恼，一直想不开，心就越窄，整个人也都开心不起来了。我们的生活，总是有这些事情。把它看成烦恼，你将会头疼,一直就走不出来，反而却越走越深。若你能退一步，望一望天空，天空确实是很辽阔，狭窄的应该是我们的心灵，我们的执着。是你的心态或想法把你绑得紧紧的，让你透不过气来。若是这样的话，为何不放松自己呢？心灵不值得为这些烦恼捆绑着。是吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-3993047579962925942?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3993047579962925942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=3993047579962925942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/3993047579962925942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/3993047579962925942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-do-you-say.html' title='What do you say?'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-4548437635502429062</id><published>2008-03-22T14:26:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:18:35.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Life in Hainan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>海口</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-Sq2KiPOgI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/kZjGUDxrVhQ/s1600-h/People4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-Sq2KiPOgI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/kZjGUDxrVhQ/s320/People4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180453318900529666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-SqkKiPOfI/AAAAAAAAAlI/JVgRauzpjH4/s1600-h/People3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-SqkKiPOfI/AAAAAAAAAlI/JVgRauzpjH4/s320/People3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180453009662884338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-SqE6iPOeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/sFHeeWyXws4/s1600-h/Kite1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-SqE6iPOeI/AAAAAAAAAlA/sFHeeWyXws4/s320/Kite1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180452472791972322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-SpzaiPOdI/AAAAAAAAAk4/P04u6v6_jOA/s1600-h/Tian+Qiao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-SpzaiPOdI/AAAAAAAAAk4/P04u6v6_jOA/s320/Tian+Qiao.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180452172144261586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-Spj6iPOcI/AAAAAAAAAkw/dthdxJtflk0/s1600-h/People2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-Spj6iPOcI/AAAAAAAAAkw/dthdxJtflk0/s320/People2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180451905856289218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-SpKKiPObI/AAAAAAAAAko/L-6pp6VpxJ8/s1600-h/People1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-SpKKiPObI/AAAAAAAAAko/L-6pp6VpxJ8/s320/People1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180451463474657714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-So86iPOaI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ENT4nl4jIeM/s1600-h/Shoplots2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-So86iPOaI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ENT4nl4jIeM/s320/Shoplots2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180451235841391010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-SoraiPOZI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AAvIDjuMVts/s1600-h/Shoplots1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-SoraiPOZI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AAvIDjuMVts/s320/Shoplots1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180450935193680274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-SoUqiPOYI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yp0hp3LgCVc/s1600-h/Cinema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-SoUqiPOYI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yp0hp3LgCVc/s320/Cinema.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180450544351656322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-SnkqiPOXI/AAAAAAAAAkI/txYMSxakc9o/s1600-h/Street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-SnkqiPOXI/AAAAAAAAAkI/txYMSxakc9o/s320/Street.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180449719717935474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-SnRqiPOWI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y6iodQluRRs/s1600-h/Haikou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-SnRqiPOWI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y6iodQluRRs/s320/Haikou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180449393300420962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是海口，海南。&lt;br /&gt;这都是一集在这里拍的照片。在这里可以看到好多椰树,所以特产都有椰子糖果,椰子咖啡等等.海南位于中国的最南部,所以出产的水果啊或气候,和马来西亚蛮相同的,都有好吃的芒果,菠萝蜜,木瓜.只是size就有点迷你.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这里都常听到人家说海南话,可是不会听.只是认识2,3个词汇,还是不确定音准不准确.因为都是以前外婆教过的那几句.在这里,也有好多由海南省外的到来这里工作.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;住在这比较繁忙的市区,一直看见人来人往,好多车.在这里过马路,真的是要望前后左右,肯定了才好过.要有胆量和技巧才能过.应该是由于这样，在这里可以随时随地看见天桥，而这里的天桥都是“四通八达"的。讲到车,在这里总是会看到好多豪华汽车.:P 就像Audi,BMW,Merz。之前从未看过的气车都有。和 Malaysia 不同，在这里泊着的一行车子中，repeat 的牌子很多。:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这里的食物还好，在这里通常都吃餐馆或炒饭。这里附近的一个小广场有一些小档口，经常都会闻到臭豆腐的味道。 :D 说到食物，还是非常想念马来西亚的食物。Roti Canai, Nasi Lemak, Bak Kut Teh, Kari Puff, ABC...想到都流口水。 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这就是我对海口的小小印象。&lt;br /&gt;对了，海口也叫椰城，可是到现在还未试过她的椰子。:P 有机会再试一试。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-4548437635502429062?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4548437635502429062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=4548437635502429062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/4548437635502429062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/4548437635502429062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='海口'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/R-Sq2KiPOgI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/kZjGUDxrVhQ/s72-c/People4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-381395318187447213</id><published>2008-02-24T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:18:46.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>活着就是幸福</title><content type='html'>有位朋友买了一本书。书名叫"活着就是幸福".那书名吸引了我，于是就拿起来翻了一下，看看内容。书后面是这样写着：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每天早晨醒来，看见第一缕阳光，确定自己的眼睛还能看见这个世界，这就是幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走在撒满落日余晖的小路上，听得见欢快的鸟叫声，确定自己的耳朵还能听见凡间的任何声音，这就是幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;穿过一条小径，闻得见扑鼻的花香，确定自己的鼻子还能闻得见任何一种美妙的气味，这就是幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看见喜欢的人，能和他说几句真心的话，确定自己的嘴巴还能吐出动听的话语，这就是幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;张开双臂，能够拥抱自己想拥抱的人，确定自己的双臂还能拥抱这个世界，这就是幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;迈开双腿，能轻快的走起来，飞快的跑起来，确定自己的双腿还能听话的行走和奔跑，这就是幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每天早晨醒来，发现自己还能健全的存在着，确定自己真实的存在着，这就是幸福。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-381395318187447213?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/381395318187447213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=381395318187447213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/381395318187447213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/381395318187447213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='活着就是幸福'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-3494120243708252644</id><published>2008-02-22T00:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:18:58.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Here I go again, contemplating life. Seeking for something, reaching out for an answer. Is life about seeking for more, seeking for satisfaction? If that so, what kind of satisfaction you're looking for? In this "realistic" world that we're in, it seems like we can't keep "materialistic" out of our life. For the things that we consider, most of them go around the dollar sign. From better job to better pay, to better car and better house, then to the better of living standard and then to the better life. Is this the "domino effect" type of achievement that everyone is focusing on? I'm not sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say being free is living life. Some say settle down to go through the stages of life. In the end, it's the no-definition that define's people's pondering. There can be no exact answer, I know. It all depends on each individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, should we be seeking for our own answers by asking, what matters the most? And from there, setting our tracks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-3494120243708252644?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3494120243708252644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=3494120243708252644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/3494120243708252644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/3494120243708252644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/02/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep Thoughts'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-7756646447090415787</id><published>2008-01-13T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:19:06.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>新年快到了</title><content type='html'>对了，新年快到了。小时候的新年，总是好热闹，好兴奋，还记得那种等待的感觉。妈妈都非常的忙，初一，亲戚们都会一起聚会，大吃一餐，多么的热闹。现在，外公外婆都不在了，渐渐的新年的那种意识，似乎从大家的脑中消失了。今年的新年，亲戚们纷纷都会去旅行。或许该说我老了，思想老土，感觉到年轻的一辈，若失去了那种对过年的意识，会好可惜。其实别说年轻的一辈，连前一辈的可能也失去了那种想继续保留那意识的观念。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现代的人都觉得，新年还不是一样，有没有回家，有没有一家人吃团圆饭，也没有什么所谓。渐渐的，住在远地方的，大家都少见面了。父母亲，开始觉得孩子们都长大了，大家都有自己的生活方式，过年，就一年比一年冷清了。那种热闹，那种开心的气氛，就这样消失了。好像让大家都了解，让大家都明白，那种大家都聚在一块的意义，一起过年的欢闹。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还记得外公常说，“树倒，猴子散 ”。我想这句话，倒是真的。就只有那么一年一次的聚会，就这么一丁点的华人传统文化，难道真的有那么难吗？若能聚在一起没什么意义的话，那一家人的意识中，什么才算是有意义的呢？我倒想了解。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-7756646447090415787?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7756646447090415787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=7756646447090415787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7756646447090415787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7756646447090415787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='新年快到了'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-700531504289379951</id><published>2007-11-16T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:19:19.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>A Glimpse of Curiosity</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Rz28G7f8hUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/JnSlv1WmK2U/s1600-h/kitten1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Rz28G7f8hUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/JnSlv1WmK2U/s320/kitten1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133465977509152066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he was. Looking at me, wondering what was the thing that was pointing at him. He was one of the three newly borns of my neighbour's cat. They run around, hide in the drain, catching each other's tails. So free, without worries, born with curiousity to try everything that catches attention in this wild world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-700531504289379951?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/700531504289379951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=700531504289379951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/700531504289379951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/700531504289379951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2007/11/glimpse-of-innocence.html' title='A Glimpse of Curiosity'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/Rz28G7f8hUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/JnSlv1WmK2U/s72-c/kitten1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-6391474674806169561</id><published>2007-10-27T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:19:30.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singalongsong'/><title type='text'>Yesterday Once More</title><content type='html'>When I was young&lt;br /&gt;I'd listened to the radio&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;Waiting they played Id sing along&lt;br /&gt;It made me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were such happy times&lt;br /&gt;And not so long ago&lt;br /&gt;How I wondered where theyd gone&lt;br /&gt;But theyre back again&lt;br /&gt;Just like a long lost friend&lt;br /&gt;All the songs I loved so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every sha-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Every wo-wo-wo&lt;br /&gt;Still shines&lt;br /&gt;Every shing-a-ling-a-ling&lt;br /&gt;That they're starting to sing&lt;br /&gt;So fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they get to the part&lt;br /&gt;Where hes breaking her heart&lt;br /&gt;It can really make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Just like before&lt;br /&gt;Its yesterday once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on how it was&lt;br /&gt;In years gone by&lt;br /&gt;And the good times that I had&lt;br /&gt;Makes today seem rather sad&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was songs of love that&lt;br /&gt;I would sing to then&lt;br /&gt;And I'd memorized each word&lt;br /&gt;Those old melodies&lt;br /&gt;Still sound so good to me&lt;br /&gt;As they melt the years away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my best memories&lt;br /&gt;Come back clearly to me&lt;br /&gt;Some can even make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Just like before&lt;br /&gt;It's yesterday once more&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;The Carpenters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this song and I think many people do. I remember watching the concert of the carpenters which was recorded by my dad in the video tape. Karen Carpenters singing with her brother playing the piano. It's a very simple song with simple lyrics, and yet which is so true that I think it touches many hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People wish for a yesterday-once-more, and I believe those old songs that we've listened in the past, easily they would bring us back to those days, and once again, we engulf ourselves in the memories. So many songs that we've sung and so many yesterdays. Eventually, as we grow older, these songs became the marker that marks our generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciated each and every songs which bring me back to the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's yesterday once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-6391474674806169561?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6391474674806169561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=6391474674806169561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6391474674806169561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6391474674806169561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-once-more.html' title='Yesterday Once More'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-7979334533599371636</id><published>2007-09-16T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:19:42.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Tumbler</title><content type='html'>I tasted the sudden sense of giving up. Mind blocked from finding reasons not to support "you are who you're born to be". I always deny and, wanted to deny. The ought to be that's in mind, suddenly seems so far. Have been holding the fort of mind, don't want to give up on the belief of you can go further, and like what people said, the sky is the limit. Sometimes, you just don't know, whether you've been pushing yourself too far that you tend to disappoint yourself. Perfections? You ask yourself. Maybe that's the reason that sometimes you struggle. &lt;br /&gt;Tumbler falls and bounce up back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-7979334533599371636?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7979334533599371636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=7979334533599371636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7979334533599371636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/7979334533599371636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2007/09/tumbler.html' title='Tumbler'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-5647568503629658447</id><published>2007-08-12T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:19:52.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>It's going to rain again. It had just rain this morning, but it's coming back again. I feel the same raining ambience. I've just got my speaker installed, it's just the right time for some "Noon's songs". Many people I know like raining. They like the cooling feel, cloudy sky, which is just so nice for a nap. Yes, it is indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I would say, I don't really prefer raining. But if it comes during a lazy afternoon, with a collection of songs playing. It's a splendid moment to be in. Which is why I like it now. The rain hasn't pouring down yet and it's gloomy. No little children playing, it's so quiet outside, not even cars passing by. I see my neighbours' cat lying lazily outside, at the car porch. Looking out, as if he's enjoying the gloomy view as well and waiting for the first drop of rain to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still hasn't rained yet and I'm still waiting. &lt;br /&gt;Or is it holding back, for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the moment the thought stops, I heard the rain tapping on the roof. It is finally here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-5647568503629658447?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5647568503629658447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=5647568503629658447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/5647568503629658447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/5647568503629658447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2007/08/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-8823723870884979622</id><published>2007-08-11T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:20:05.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>"Life's Tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late."</title><content type='html'>-Benjamin Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this in a local magazine. If it doesn't make sense to you in any way, then you should be glad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-8823723870884979622?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8823723870884979622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=8823723870884979622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8823723870884979622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8823723870884979622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2007/08/lifes-tragedy-is-that-we-get-old-to.html' title='&quot;Life&apos;s Tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late.&quot;'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-8854495556805884649</id><published>2007-08-04T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:20:20.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>A life of happiness or a life with meaning.</title><content type='html'>There comes a time, when a man has to ask himself, whether he wants a life of happiness or a life with meaning.&lt;br /&gt;They are two very different paths. To be truly happy, a man has to live absolutely in the present. No thoughts of what's gone before, no thoughts of what lies ahead. But life with meaning, a man is condemned to wallowing the past and obsessed about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you living the life of present or are you obsessed about your future?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-8854495556805884649?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8854495556805884649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=8854495556805884649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8854495556805884649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8854495556805884649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-of-happiness-or-life-with-meaning.html' title='A life of happiness or a life with meaning.'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-3096320550746817205</id><published>2007-08-04T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:22:11.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel around the world'/><title type='text'>Bali Ha'i</title><content type='html'>Listening to Bali Ha'i, thinking about the sky meeting the sea in Bali. Spending 6 days in this special island, bringing back the perspective about this place, the people and the culture derived from the experience. Kuta Beach, considered the hottest spot, with happening streets of pubs and bistros and sea that becomes surfers' heaven. Hotels, cafes and restaurants are almost everywhere. By just walking in your flip-flops, you can explore the places around. Anytime you're tired, you can just wave for a horse cart, get on it, and there you go, exploring the place in constant speed without being sun-kissed. With 93% hindus, temples are what you will see everywhere you go. The temples look mysterious and ancient in which ever way. The architecture of the temples seems to be well-reserved, with unspeakable mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babi Guling", which means roasted pork, is one of it's famous cuisine, that must not be missed. The way that your dish will be served is, "Babi Guling" along with other dishes, well-arranged in a small basket. And there will be rice too. Good restaurants, especially western cuisine restaurants are everywhere, which might be a little extravagant for 6 days. Mc D which is nearby the beach, in and out you may see pretty ladies in bikinis or hot guys with bare tops and only beach pants, and bare-footed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balinese are friendly and soft. If you looked like you're lost, there will be balinese come to your aid, showing you the way to your destination, without having any intentions which you might have encountered as travellers at some unfamiliar places. Warm smiles at many of the places you visit. In Bali, you will enjoy the hospitalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different kinds of souvenirs are sold at the tourists spots. By the beach, there's women and men sitting under the shady trees, or even walking around, selling sarungs, shirts, providing manicures or tattoo. Had a stroll by the beach and there's an old grandma, asking me whether I would like to have a massage. She just put her hands on my shoulder, and was giving a small pressure while persuading me. I said no, thanks, and she asked me to look for her, if I changed my mind. Wondering how much they earn each day. Will there be any days, which they don't have any customers? Felt bad that I have to turn down their offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really appreciate the tour guide's accompany, little thoughts sharing and his appreciation to tourist who visit Bali which helps Bali's economy. Bali, the beautiful island, deserves the recognition as the world's top, as well as the peacefulness which the people have regained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-3096320550746817205?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3096320550746817205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=3096320550746817205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/3096320550746817205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/3096320550746817205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2007/08/bali-hai.html' title='Bali Ha&apos;i'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-587446055822324177</id><published>2007-04-03T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:22:23.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singalongsong'/><title type='text'>Stop This Train</title><content type='html'>No I'm not colour blind&lt;br /&gt;I know the world is black and white&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep an open mind&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't sleep on this tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop this train&lt;br /&gt;I want to get off&lt;br /&gt;And go home again&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the speed it's moving in&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, won't someone stop this train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how else to say it&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see my parents go&lt;br /&gt;One generation's length away&lt;br /&gt;From fighting life out on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop this train&lt;br /&gt;I want to get off&lt;br /&gt;And go home again&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the speed it's moving in&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, won't someone stop this train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So scared of getting older&lt;br /&gt;I'm only good at being young&lt;br /&gt;So I play the numbers game&lt;br /&gt;To find a way to stay that life has just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a talk with my old man&lt;br /&gt;Said "help me understand"&lt;br /&gt;He said "turn sixty-eight"&lt;br /&gt;"You'll renegotiate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stop this train&lt;br /&gt;Don't for a minute change the place you're in&lt;br /&gt;And don't think I couldn't ever understand&lt;br /&gt;I tried my hand&lt;br /&gt;Honestly we'll never stop this train"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while&lt;br /&gt;When it's good&lt;br /&gt;It will feel like it should&lt;br /&gt;And they all still around&lt;br /&gt;And you're still safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;And you don't miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Till you cry when you're driving away in the dark&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of the running time. The more you're chasing at it, the faster it is running away. I feel that I'm not able to catch up with it. Getting older and one thing I realise is, the unit of measurement of time changes from a small scale to a larger scale. Instead of counting by hours, it is now counting by weeks, going towards months. Is that what my elders have been trying to make me understand all these while? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember there's once, when my father brought grandma to meet one of her old friends. Whom she had not been meeting since 40 years ago. After 40 years, they're both in their 70's and 80's. At that time, grandma's eyesight were not that good, and I remember the aunty was not able to walk, sitting in a wheel chair. I was quite young that time, but I can still remember, they had so many things to chat about, and when it's time to leave, I remember both of them holding each other's hands hard, weeping and saying, "Maybe this is the last time we see each other." I wasn't able to understand it, just thought about telling grandma and aunty, please don't say that, it's not good to say like this. When come to think about it now, I realise, how much pain it was, to knowing the truth of life, to not be able to buy back time when there's not much time to be spent. There're times, when we're straining ourselves, try to fight back the reality, asking why. Maybe it's true, as the lyrics said, "turn sixty-eight, and you'll renegotiate". You will not be that stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, try to fully utilise the time for the favourite things. Not willing to sleep until I'm tired. Well, guess I should now, after getting down with the writing down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-587446055822324177?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/587446055822324177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=587446055822324177' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/587446055822324177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/587446055822324177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2007/04/stop-this-train.html' title='Stop This Train'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-4149150791544684617</id><published>2007-03-11T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:22:44.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Life in Bangkok'/><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/RhPTThtOWiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8wYWVBdVvGw/s1600-h/DSC_0046_morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/RhPTThtOWiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8wYWVBdVvGw/s400/DSC_0046_morning.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049611939631487522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning has broken. Like the first morning. &lt;br /&gt;The closed curtain. I was about to reveal the whole new morning. Anticipate for a bright morning, I pull the curtain. Grab a grasp of breath. The world outside the window is still the same. I'm glad. Glad to see the life outside. The running clouds, the flowing river, and walking men and women. The sunlight coming in, a beautiful start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-4149150791544684617?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4149150791544684617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=4149150791544684617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/4149150791544684617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/4149150791544684617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2007/03/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/RhPTThtOWiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8wYWVBdVvGw/s72-c/DSC_0046_morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-6087850691276630635</id><published>2007-03-11T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:22:52.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Everyday</title><content type='html'>Feel drained. Drained of all strength. Feel tired, mentally tired that you just don't wish to think just about anything. For you know, it is...the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is about not willing to get up from the bed, an extra 5 minutes of being tucked in the bed means a lot to you. The alarm goes on and off, from 1 snooze to another. Then, it's time to get up. Looking outside the window, somehow feel grateful to get to see another day. Everyday is earning a living, repeating work, repeating cycles and sometimes, repeating grumbles. Looking at the people around, nobody is not. It is the life that everyone's trying to maintain, gulping in the pressures everyday, hoping to earn a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch will then be the half a day break. Everybody is heading for lunch, while sometimes you wait and wait to conclude one episode of your work. Work is like a never ending story, you know that you can keep on working and working forever if you're going to. When you're stacked under the pile of works, then you started to question why. Does your life have to be this way, does your everyday have to be spent like this? It's the norm that everybody has to be in the rat race, pursuing dreams, enjoying once in a while. Break away is what you need. Skipping the routine is what you wish to do after so many..everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee break? Need caffeine cause you feel sleepy? No, most of the time, that's not the case. It's just that, you're addicted. Or, maybe, coffee soothes you a little from all of the non-stop thinking. It just help you to slow down the pace, that you may refresh for a while before getting back to work. It's either coffee or tea. They're our life support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already sunset, you see the clock showing at the small little corner of your screen. Take a look around, some preparing to leave, some are still in deep thoughts. Then you think, how about you. Everyday is no difference, counting days, realising time passing by, gaining experience, finish one and work on another...&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It's the end of the day. It's your everyday which you still appreciate. And that's what matters the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, you will still be humming...&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a day made, 24 little hours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-6087850691276630635?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6087850691276630635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=6087850691276630635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6087850691276630635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/6087850691276630635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2007/03/everyday.html' title='Everyday'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-4992176116618239424</id><published>2006-12-25T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:23:02.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;t's Christmas Eve. Christmas always gives me the warm feeling. It makes me think about carol singing, christmas songs, and the Jesus's Born in Bethlehem short play that I've watched before. I remember the time when I used to go to the church on christmas eve with my aunty. Having to see everybody nicely dressed up, reached the church on time, prepare for the prayers and celebrations, was indeed a wonderful thing to do on this special day. When the carol started singing the familiar christmas songs, then everybody sang along, the atmosphere was filled with joy. Then everybody shaked each other's hands, wishing "Merry Christmas" with their warmest smiles, that was what made me felt delighted the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether your christmas is a white one, silent and warm one, or celebrations followed by count down, may it full of joy and wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone a wonderful christmas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-4992176116618239424?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4992176116618239424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=4992176116618239424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/4992176116618239424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/4992176116618239424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-957865170574607074</id><published>2006-12-18T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:23:20.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Life in Bangkok'/><title type='text'>Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;he weather in Bangkok has got cooler. I can say that everybody is waiting for this time. Every year, around this time in dec, the weather is the best in the year. It was so hot recently, and everyone was wondering why the desired weather isn't here yet. I was thinking that the world weather has changed and then on that morning I felt the familiar cool breeze. Immediately, you will greet the day with a smile. Everyone welcomes this weather after having to sweat a lot under the sun, even the taxi driver was so happy that he kept on saying it is colder now. Hope that it will last until Christmas, then it will be a cool breezy christmas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok's yearly best weather has come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-957865170574607074?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/957865170574607074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=957865170574607074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/957865170574607074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/957865170574607074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2006/12/weather.html' title='Weather'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-8179823702599159182</id><published>2006-12-14T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:23:29.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tv has been showing an advertisement of David Tao recently, which he expressed what he thinks about time. He said, some people think time as very abstract, whereas he thinks that time has the faces of our youth, and people don't realise what is time until they see the limit of their lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realise time until the time when I started working, travelling around, looking at the reality. Before this, time to me is mostly about waiting and repeating. But it's never like this. The truth is time is never repeating, whereby a second today will never come by, never. If given the chance to turn back time, which part of lifetime would you wish to go back to? If not mistaken, it should be the time when you start to understand, what moment means. The time when you start to feel things, start to realise the never returning of the many things in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you think about many things to do in your life. And as time passes by, you realise, more and more IF appears in your mind. If I have had the time, I would have...similar kind of sentences running around in your thoughts. Most of the time, you would say, I don't have enough time that's why I can't do this and that, blaming on the time, thinking that it will stop for you...so that you can stop your grumbling and blaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each passing minute, marks the never returns. Each passing seconds, you can see it as counting down, or accumulating to the minutes of time. Whatever perspective you have on time, always make sure that, you appreciate it, whether is it spending with your family, your friends, your loved ones and doing every little thing. History might repeat itself, but never time. I will keep that in mind always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-8179823702599159182?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8179823702599159182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=8179823702599159182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8179823702599159182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/8179823702599159182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2006/12/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-116110723044216101</id><published>2006-10-18T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:23:40.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Venus</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;irls are from Venus, they say. A very far away land that is hard to reach that makes them different and hard to understand. You must have heard so much about guys asking, why can't they be more straight forward? Like us, do what we want to do and say what we want to say. But girls will think that, when everything is expressed straight to the point, some will lost their meanings some way, somehow. So, some say girls are complicated formations, so complicated that they don't bother to understand. While surprisingly some think that knowing them adds up to their knowledge. So, when girls gather up and have some girls talk, thiswill be one of the topic that they will discuss. Why guys don't understand girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, girls tell you things opposite to what they think. In an argument usually, they would say things opposite to their mind, and yet, they hope that you can see that's not what they actually mean. Hoping that you can figure out yourself. If you can't, then they would get mad which make you wonder why. So, when you are not sure what they really mean, maybe you can find the answer in the tone or the signs they show. With that, maybe you would be able to get the real answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are sensitive. Well, I would say most girls are. They can sense small little things, whether you have not been paying attention to what they said or don't mean what you said. Sometimes it affects them so much, what you said. If you were to give them comments, just make sure that correct words are used. Just make sure that you don't hurt their feelings. If you care about them, they will feel it and they will appreciate that, they really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green-eyed monters. Yes, they are, sometimes, especially when you have made such a strong stand in their territory. Of course girls get jealous, sometimes those which you can't understand at any points why they are. One of the reasons, by the time you're watching their territory, they are guarding yours too, thus a little wind blows sometimes can be treated as a, small hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say that girls are like maze, that you keep on looking for the correct path but got it wrong sometimes. When they change mood, or get emotional, don't scratch your head wondering why, as they are full of surprises. Just a change of perspective and a little understanding, will makes things easier.  After knowing about the small little information, Venus is not unreachable, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-116110723044216101?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/116110723044216101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=116110723044216101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/116110723044216101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/116110723044216101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2006/10/venus.html' title='Venus'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-114997011318467942</id><published>2006-06-11T04:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:23:52.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>La Vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hort, life is short. That's what many people say. Each day passes by so fast, that you don't even get to realise that it's already one year gone. During high school, spending moments with friends, at one time, hoping that these days will never end while hoping that will get out of school, and start the university life. And then till the end of the university life, have some thoughts over the years-have-been-gone stuffs, it's time for the next stage. What have we got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life gets busy, then you tend to forget about realising how fast pace the time goes. And then you stop for a while, then think about, what I have been doing all these while? Did I live my life full? Some people said that, life is never short. If we're going to live till 70, 80 years old, then from where we stand, there are many more years to go, it's actually, not short. Some people, reminding themselves everyday, that they will not waste every minute, as they said, we will never know what if tomorrow never comes? Making sure that they will make their life worth-living. I believe that, most of us will hope that, till the end of our life, we would love to look back, and see a paper full of colours, instead of a white blank paper. It maybe nostalgic, bittersweet, but that's the proof of trails that you have left in this world. Life not to be forgotten, by your children, friends, at least, not by ourselves. Imagining, telling the story of your life, which takes endless days and nights to finish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to do something with their life. All of us, we live only once in our life. There must be something, which you have been wanting to do. If it is a full long list, congratulations. Make them happen. That's how you make life beautiful. La vie, it may sound so abstract, may sound so wide, but only you yourself get the feel out of your life. Only you yourself, know how you want your life to be. We maybe lost sometimes that we ask, am I living my life as what I want it to be? Identify the essence of your life. Is it your work that excites you? Running your fingers over the piano keyboard that obsess you? Or travelling around the world that fills you up? Don't forget the people around you, which have rooms in your life, as they too, make up your wonderful life. These elements which you can't tear them away, actually complete your life. We're like the artists, painting a canvas of our life. Always feel free to keep on painting, let it goes beyond imagination, who knows what you can paint out on the canvas? Let's hope that everyone will be satisfied with the canvas that we paint, as nobody is going to evaluate our fine piece of art, as nobody understands more than we do, on how each strokes complete the art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life to the fullest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-114997011318467942?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114997011318467942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=114997011318467942' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/114997011318467942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/114997011318467942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2006/06/la-vie.html' title='La Vie'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-114372157161242035</id><published>2006-03-30T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:24:03.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;long the path we walk, there are so many moments, that we have been through. Moment lingers and gone, we are the human who are vulnerable to request for those moments to stay forever, but enchanted with those special magical moments, which are sprinkled as stardust into our memories. If it is the "moments" of your life, it will stay as an unremovable mark, which never fade away. Special moments are like unedited short videos, a sudden thought may remind you of it, then you start to rewind your memories, again and again, reminiscing the happiness, having a taste of your moments. Some of them maybe vaguely projected, but all you know is, that's what you have been through, at that time, you were indeed having the time of your life, enjoying each and every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments don't stay, don't remain where they are. Unlike the wall that we lean on, the ground that we stand on. They are like the clouds in the sky, ever-changing shape, at this moment, it resembles the bird, and the next minute, you can never find the same bird shape clouds again. Human likes things they can hold, touch and see. Cameras came in to turn abstract moments into physical piece of paper. A piece of paper which worth so much, that it brings the smile to everyone's face. It is wonderful that in that piece of paper, it's moment that they have captured. &lt;br /&gt;Earth never stop turning that makes beautiful moments so precious. It's the feeling of helplessness when you realise that's the moment of your life that is slipping away, that you try to feel each and every bit of it, making sure that you really have appreciated it till the time when it is gone. Sudden silly thoughts of wishing time will stop, thinking of how nice it will be to be able to stay like this forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipping through the albums of memories, proud moments, exciting moments, adventurous moments, name it..I guess, you must have had it all. Moments are great, when they are shared. They reminded you of the laughter of your loved ones, how they enjoyed it having your accompany and the magical bonding that is created among you when each of you talk about it. Moments may make you long for more, or they may teach you how to appreciate. Whatever it does, it surely touches your heart and soul that makes you keep it. It is the appreciation that is meaningful; it is having the time of your life that matters. Breathe each moments so that you will remember it for the rest of your life, embrace it so that you will show not only the pictures, but the excitement and wonders of that lie beneath. Let's cherish the moments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-114372157161242035?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114372157161242035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=114372157161242035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/114372157161242035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/114372157161242035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2006/03/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-114372147385141593</id><published>2006-03-30T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:24:30.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Life in Qing Dao'/><title type='text'>Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/856/1600/fullmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1892/856/200/fullmoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;n which ever way you look at the moon, it is always beautiful. The way it shines, the way it stands out from the dark background, magnificient, I would say. Moon touches the soul. You may get stoned, looking at the details; or get so obsessed by its beauty that you stare. It is amazing how it carries so many people away that people wrote poems expressing their feelings, that somebody wrote the song "Fly me to the moon" to express his love. And even, became the first man to fly to the moon. It became the untouchable or the unreachable that remained so mysterious in our heart, with so many spaces of imagination, beliefs and thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full moon is astounding. Let it be hanging over the dark sky above the quiet sea, let it be hanging over the dark sky above the paddy fields, where the horizon defines it's existence. If it happens to be you, who's in one of the pictures, take your time, gaze upon the sky, feel the moonlight brushes your skin, then you'll know that it not only shines, it also whispers. Listen, when your heart starts to play the music. Listen, when it asks you to free your mind and let your feelings flow. Make sure that you will remember the wonders that it had had on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I hate to relate the moon phases to the come and go of people in our lives and how I hate to relate it to the imperfections in this world, even though we have to accept that, that's life. I would choose to express its beauty, imagine all the goods, commented that it's one of the perfect glow in the dark paintings in this universe. It carried me away, when looking at it, beautifully posed in the picture marked "taken at the night of Valentine's Day". I'm sure it must have casted a spell that the picture is taken. A three dimension moon in the picture. Remarkably amazed, I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-114372147385141593?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114372147385141593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=114372147385141593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/114372147385141593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/114372147385141593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2006/03/moon.html' title='Moon'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-112990986075031988</id><published>2005-10-21T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:24:43.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ondering how many people around us, actually wakes up everyday finding himself feeling so energetic, to face the daily challenges of his everyday life, his routine. I believe that routine will be the practical word to be used, describing everyone's 5 days a week, and the remaining 2 days of the week. Routine doesn't mean boring, and doesn't even mean meaningless. Some people's routine is full of excitement, just that, it is bound to the working hours, lunch hours. Day and day, is like a new exploration, hearts pounding at different pace just to keep up with the hours of exploration. I've always thought, how happy, how great would it be, to wake up everyday to enjoy the the feel of excitement, the feel of satisfaction and the pushing energy of wanting to carry out the routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routine will still be routine, it is still bounded by time, deadlines, factors which build up the walls. The most important thing is, the spaces between those walls, the steps that you can move around. Whether you enjoy the jumping or the running around. Are you happy? Or it is just, doing what everybody's doing, doing what you should do? No feeling at all towards what you're doing? Maybe, try to ask around, how do they find themselves, their lives after doing the same routine for 1 year or 2 year maybe. How many will answer, Great! Fantastic! ? That's why they said that, doing what you like, doing what you enjoy, while able to earn from the interest, is the greatest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many people, the routine, is just earning a living, facing some challenges, brushing up the skills, moving forward towards another routine. People said, good or bad your working life is, actually determines your life. Life's like that, they said. Keep on finding the routine that you want, if you can't find the best, then people opt for the second best while waiting for the best chance to appear. Somebody said that, don't go for the second best if you can't find the best for your own, as it is considered as a big mistake. How true this statement is, how feasible is it to your life, only you will know.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's not get too worry, if you don't feel the excitement from your routine, yet. :) A change of attitude or a change of opinions, might change the tune. Make your life worthwhile, hope your routines excites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-112990986075031988?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/112990986075031988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=112990986075031988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/112990986075031988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/112990986075031988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2005/10/routine.html' title='Routine'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-111704022996008142</id><published>2005-05-26T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:24:51.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ust watched the movie called "Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind"...it says at the cover, "A film for anyone with a past...they'd rather forget." Everyone has his own past, which they will keep for their whole lives, and past which they wish they had never had. This movie, talks about, people &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;suffering&lt;/span&gt; with memories that they rather forget and someone there to help erasing the memories, or more specifically, erasing someone from their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should be glad, that there's no such technology yet. Part and parcel of our lives, are built up with all those memories, they are all valuable ones. Everything you feel, everything you touch, everyone you met, turn out to be memories stored deep inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain memories..they taught us how to be strong, how to face them, how to handle them. They are like the orange pulps, being left at the bottom of a glass of orange juice, stir it, to bring the memories on to the surface of your mind, and feel the sourness...Sweet memories...you will feel it with your heart, and you will never give it away. You'll smile just when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our whole life, we taste the bitterness and sweetness. You cannot forget that particular memory, cause it somehow affects you, became part of you, and the one who you are today. So why tearing a piece of you away? And make yourself incomplete?&lt;br /&gt;They said that, thinking about how to forget it, actually makes you remember it more, I think it's true. So, why forget, while you have the ability to remember...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-111704022996008142?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/111704022996008142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=111704022996008142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/111704022996008142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/111704022996008142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2005/05/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-111168230742862138</id><published>2005-04-15T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:25:01.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Independance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;iss Independant, do guys like miss independant? Girls nowadays tend to be independant, as they say, they don't want to depend on anyone else, especially guys, cause...guys just can't be trusted.. :)) that's what some girls think. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss&lt;/span&gt; independant...hmm, they are for me someone who doesn't need any guy's shoulder to cry on, rest on, don't even need guys to do all those hard chores. They can do anything by themselves, can live on a no-man-island. :) Guys..does someone like that mean no troubles to you, no-fuss, no commitment to take when you're with them, as they can protect themselves and even moving the big rock which blocking her road...? then it will be-&gt;Supergirl! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been instilled in the mind, it's the nature and the norm, that guys are the one who should be the one that stand up for girls, fulfill girls requests. Girls or woman are the gentle formations, and it's the nature and the norm, that girls want to be cared and be treated kind by guys. :P That's one of the many differences between girls and guys and I see that, as a trustworthiness.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that every girls has her strongest side, but they appear to be weak when there's someone to grab hold on to, someone whom they can hang on to. That would be the guys whom they think are protective enough but still caring enough, which is unlike bodyguard type of protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for guys...guys don't like girls who are too independant. They would want to care and it is that something, the kind of feeling of able to take care of someone that should exist when being around with girls. Not the same when being with a bunch of guys. But too much of dependancies will mean troubles to them. And they dislike these as much as the too-independant cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So girls, do take note that, too much of relies make a man frown. Guys, your caring means a lot and it does contribute to the definition of "gentleman" in her dictionary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-111168230742862138?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/111168230742862138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=111168230742862138' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/111168230742862138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/111168230742862138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2005/04/independance.html' title='Independance'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844765.post-110978139503307102</id><published>2005-03-02T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:25:16.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est La Vie'/><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ow does your confidence like? Is it like the dominoes lying side by side, with just one single touch on any of the pieces, all the others will collapse? Or is it like a strongly built concrete bridge that never minds the wind blows? I would wish that yours would be the second one. Never in a shaky state and never ever question your confidence. People are born with abilities, but are they born with confidence? Talking about confidence with abilities, I think it is built upon abilities. When a person grows up, along the way, they "realise" the abilities that they have. That they can draw amazingly well, they can sing very well and they are good with maths, and the confidence grows along as they keep on doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think that it will be very good if there's a big boost in your confidence. I would like to say, just remember not to let it take over you, as it might have exceed certain level, inevitably leads to ego. You would not want it to become your enemy, where people feel irritated by your ego, initiated by your "top of the world" confidence, right? Confidence should be helping you to perform well, become the energy that drives you towards your goal, but never ever should be turned into the master of ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the confidence relies strongly on a person's persistence and determination. Imagine somebody who does so well in something whereby he gain the confidence as he goes. And then one day, he fails in doing things which he has so much confidence in. The confidence level may plunge to zero just like that, and he feels so despair. But someone with strong persistency will still remain his confidence level and continue doing it with full confidence, never mind the fails. If it happens, don't worry, cause you have your determination and abilities - your driving forces. Renew the confidence right away, refresh yourself, and keep on moving, cause it's not the end yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844765-110978139503307102?l=lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/110978139503307102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844765&amp;postID=110978139503307102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/110978139503307102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844765/posts/default/110978139503307102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilianmyblogs.blogspot.com/2005/03/confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355276077584322397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sj_GpLzmucs/SiPkXHmJh-I/AAAAAAAABMs/SW6ASLAZajU/S220/DSC_9006a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
