tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86325231117448923742012-02-15T08:18:07.458+08:00万千灯火燃深夜;天未拂晓，奈何情火早已熄灭, 一阵狂风黎明吹;地已觉醒，唯有枫香悠久依在.Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.comBlogger1331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-17509007666497463182011-01-08T23:36:00.002+08:002011-01-08T23:51:56.107+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">闭上眼睛</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">双手合十</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">祷告的时候</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">向我涌上来</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">无助</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">无奈</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">真相何时回来</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">这场梦境</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">这个路程</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">何时</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">会走到最后</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">上天</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">求求你</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">到了终站的时候</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">把我唤醒</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">我不要继续</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">沉睡在里面</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">小明</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-1750900766649746318?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-19265834371477264532010-11-28T23:59:00.000+08:002010-11-29T00:00:16.707+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">无月的夜<br />竟被沉默突袭<br />是谁在悲伤<br />是谁在忧郁<br />是时间 抛弃了我<br />还是我自己<br />已放弃了自己</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">小明</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-1926583437147726453?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-34068407939343254562010-09-21T21:43:00.003+08:002010-09-21T21:56:39.757+08:00哪怕窗外的阳光， <div>散在落寞的影子，</div><div>我只要抬头一望，</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>太阳，</div><div>白云，</div><div>鸟儿</div><div><br /></div><div> 都在微笑。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>哪怕今天我跌到，</div><div>我庆幸，</div><div>还能感受到</div><div>每一个呼吸</div><div>。。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>从Helen转载</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-3406840793934325456?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-67067405418731205622010-03-28T20:15:00.004+08:002010-03-28T20:32:12.375+08:00Never knew it would hit me so hard.<br /><br />" Hey XM, you are not you today. From the first minute I saw you this morning, I know you are not XM. What happened to you? Stressing out too much?"<br /><br /><br />I have to admit that it wasnt my day yesterday, I slept early and was energetic throughout the day, but I just can't focus properly on what I was doing. My mind was lost, somewhere in the middle of the wilderness.<br /><br />And on that night, experienced one of the most terrifying dreams in my life, I would say. I was constantly running, hiding, seeking for help and yelling out loud. I remember struggling helplessly and no one would ever hear me screaming. The dream was so nasty and disgusting that I nearly threw up in my bed.<br /><br />I'm putting an end to all these dramas. Go away the all the bad lucks, and please occupy me, Holy Spirit!<br /><br /><br />Xiao Ming<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-6706740541873120562?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-7796049632882555822010-03-26T20:15:00.003+08:002010-03-26T20:20:12.042+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/S6ymbf3Qo3I/AAAAAAAAARc/bMEgGqz91ow/s1600/mars.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/S6ymbf3Qo3I/AAAAAAAAARc/bMEgGqz91ow/s400/mars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452916240178783090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/S6ymD-u5XbI/AAAAAAAAARU/vhlpqqrpzZ8/s1600/Mars_atmosphere.jpg"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />天空<br />只有闪闪发亮<br />看似已冻结<br />凝固<br />的水晶<br /><br />在真空<br />的沙尘里<br />静坐<br />眺望到银河系<br />的核心点<br /><br />我想<br />你离开我<br />到底有多少个<br />光年<br />究竟有<br />多远？<br /><br /><br />不知曾在哪个<br />绿蓝 红紫<br />的星球上<br />和你相遇<br /><br />在这片阴森森<br />的红土地上<br /><br />你的身形<br />跟着那<br />结冰的流水<br />成了对比<br /><br />你的幻影<br />再次浮现<br />在这<br />无人的旷野里<br /><br />你<br />就是我在<br />火星<br />遇见的<br />第一个人类<br /><br /><br /><br />小明<br /></div><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-779604963288255582?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-42306354110227744672010-03-19T18:59:00.001+08:002010-03-19T19:01:12.339+08:00有些误会， 真的是跳进黄河洗不清。。唉。 :(<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-4230635411022774467?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-60650513772319268532010-03-14T14:13:00.003+08:002010-03-14T14:19:21.427+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">犹如在烘炉里<br />散发出的热气<br /><br />带着枯叶<br /><br />沙粒<br /><br />和从你手中<br />奏出的旋律<br /><br />再次瘫痪了<br />珀斯<br />和我的<br />心情。<br /><br /><br />xiao ming<br /></div><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-6065051377231926853?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-76119336218344333342010-03-03T20:36:00.002+08:002010-03-03T20:45:47.356+08:00我习惯了一个人<br />有时和朋友在一起<br />会觉得有一点点<br />不自在<br /><br />但是<br />今晚<br />我特别想念<br />你我相瞪<br />的那一刹。。。<br /><br />小明<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-7611933621834433334?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-43242765250891060452010-02-04T00:10:00.002+08:002010-02-04T00:39:30.851+08:001. Behave myself. Especially my bloody mouth. Talk less craps.<br /><br />2. Make more time for studies. Must obtain at least a pass for each unit!<br /><br />3. Reduce time spent on non-academic internet surfing to 30 minutes a day. Cannot blog more than once in one fortnight. - Holidays not included.<br /><br />4. Go beach jogging at least once a week.<br /><br />5. Okay. A more realistic goal than previous year. Need to slim down at least 8 kilos!<br /><br />6. Quit cheap snacks in campus. Should be able to resist a 50% mark-down on the price tags of canteen foods.<br /><br />7. Speak proper English in all occasions. Hoping to reduce the excessive usage of -lah, -meh, or yakah..<br /><br />8. Spend more time watching online sermons, strengthening my faith in the midst of hardships.<br /><br />9. Get a second job before winter holiday starts.<br /><br />10. Fix the old guitar, learn some new songs.<br /><br /><br /><br />Friends, please remind me about these resolutions once a while and check if I'm doing the right thing! =] Thanks!<br /><br /><br />Wishing everyone a fantastic year of Tiger! rawrrr!<br /><br /><br /><br />Xiao Ming<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-4324276525089106045?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-41642737167406920102010-02-03T23:55:00.002+08:002010-02-04T00:10:03.989+08:00I set myself a list of new year resolutions last year, and its now the time to see IF I achieved anything, and creating a new list for the year of Tiger.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >In 2009.....</span><br /><br />1. Concentrate on my studies. Put full force in catching up lessons I've missed or forgotten.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A fairly relaxing first year at uni, for me. Didn't give 100% in my studies.</span><br /><br />2. Pass all papers, at least, a pass.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Passed all papers, not all HD's though.<br /><br /></span>3. Sleep early.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Slept too early. Wish to maintain this habit.</span><br /><br />4. Get rid my addiction towards MSN Messenger and internet. This is serious.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Became quite attached to FB and MSN before the major exam of the second semester.</span><br /><br />5. Exercise regularly. Even though I might not have enough time for that or I might be tired after uni lessons, I want to keep myself fit and alert all the time.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Managed to go for a run, probably once or twice every week.</span><br /><br />6. Put off weight > 15 KGs at least.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Not achieved.</span><br /><br />7. Pick up the local accent as soon as possible.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Get tongue-tied whenever I got nervous, Malaysian slang slowly fading away...but it still doesnt sound even a bit like the locals. </span><br /><br />8. Always hold onto my principle "Can see but no touch".</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Yeah!</span><br /><br />9. Always be in a state of "high-motivation". Reduce my taste for melancholic elements.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The busier I got, the less worries I had. Getting a little emo especially during holidays.</span><br /><br />10.Get a part time work and fit it in well into my schedule soon after my course starts.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Yep.</span><br /><br />11. Importing in an organ/keyboard into my room! This is a must!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Done.</span><br /><br /><br />Generally, I'm satisfied with my performance last year, but still there are still plenty of rooms for improvements!<br /><br /><br /><br />Xiao Ming<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-4164273716740692010?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-17906814267481528192010-01-19T02:48:00.006+08:002010-01-20T00:03:08.326+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/S1XNN6c8z2I/AAAAAAAAARM/ucxC1lggEYI/s1600-h/dragon+boat+tragedy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/S1XNN6c8z2I/AAAAAAAAARM/ucxC1lggEYI/s400/dragon+boat+tragedy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428470564777676642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">小明以沉重的心，把此稿献给在龙舟意外罹难的钟灵师生，他们的挚爱，亲朋戚友，还有，所有无法忘记这伤痛的人们。</span><br />This posting is dedicated to the victims of SMJK Chung Ling Penang Dragon Boat tragedy, their family, friends and of course everyone who mourns the loss of these young lives.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">波浪</span><br />有规律的向岸边<br />轻轻地<br />拍了又拍<br /><br />像妈妈<br />背着暖暖的阳光<br />温柔的<br />把你唤醒<br /><br />要你换上<br />那套在昨日<br />早已熨好的<br />校服<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">海风</span><br />尝试在沿海的<br />石缝<br />沙堆<br />吹奏令人鼻酸<br />的《祝福》<br /><br />犹如身边的<br />一草一木<br />还有<br />擦身而过<br />的人们<br /><br />弯背<br />俯首，<br />安静的祷告<br />只希望<br />世界会更美好<br />你我相会的时候<br />都会微笑<br /><br /><br />天亮之际<br />码头上的我<br />不停的向远处 挥手<br />仿佛又看见了 你们<br />还有<br />那已悄悄离去<br />的<span style="font-weight: bold;">背影</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />小明<br /></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-1790681426748152819?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-64134167058870902412010-01-14T20:29:00.001+08:002010-01-14T20:54:49.302+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/S08TzKGWVII/AAAAAAAAARE/2uYOw9l4zNE/s1600-h/eucalyptus-tree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/S08TzKGWVII/AAAAAAAAARE/2uYOw9l4zNE/s400/eucalyptus-tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426577845609976962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">在艳阳下<br />漫步<br />干而粗糙<br />的风<br /><br />带着桉树<br />那股淡香的亲吻<br />溜过<br />我的双颊<br /><br />我<br />闭上双眼<br />感受大自然<br />的耳语。。<br />。。。<br /><br />慢慢的<br />吸了口气<br />然后<br />。。。呼。。。。<br /><br />穿插<br />在天篷下<br />我不禁想紧紧地<br />熊抱着，你，<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >大树</span><br /><br />感谢你<br />罩着我的旅程<br />在那<br />树阴之间<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">小明<br /></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-6413416705887090241?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-5469213653565657502010-01-04T10:52:00.008+08:002010-01-04T11:38:58.890+08:00To be honest with you all, I'm not a fan of Twilight saga. I remember when the first movie of the series was screened for the first time, Edward instantly became the most admirable fair-skinned(or pale looking) creature on earth. That's a time when pictures of Edward and Bella were seen almost everywhere. Facebook, Friendster, and even on friends' lappy wallpaper."He is.... Hot", sexy", cute", charming", juicy", you name it; over-praising Edward had almost become a daily ritual for girls. ( I'm not jealous-lah) :P<br /><br />But even before I can fathom this absurdly abnormal phenomenon, Jacob appeared and replaced Edward's status as the sexiest figure in the story. Poor Ed, you rose at first, and then fell because you are obviously lacking something which Jacob possesses - the firm,bronze/tanned and six-packed abs.<br /><br />Girls are mean, that's a fact I've learned from past experience. Girls fantasize good looking men. And girls love abs and "big guns" too, just look at what happened to Edward and you'll know why.<br /><br /><br />I'm not crapping here, I'm telling the truth.<br />I've even found a comment left by <span style="font-weight: bold;">a girl of conscience</span> in YouTube to support the 'craps' i wrote here.<br /><br />>>><br />>>>><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/S0FhZ1KBJZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9tKJM8c1AjU/s1600-h/twilight+edited+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/S0FhZ1KBJZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9tKJM8c1AjU/s400/twilight+edited+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422722522724509074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />LOL<br /><br /><br />Xiao Ming<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-546921365356565750?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-31826729065139719292009-12-30T00:34:00.002+08:002009-12-30T00:54:25.097+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">走到河边<br />我第一次<br />绝望<br /><br />握着的枫叶<br />已经干枯了<br />萎缩了<br />好比我的心<br /><br />根本想不出<br />任何理由<br />找不到<br />任何借口<br /><br />来欺骗自己<br />告诉自己<br />我还能够<br />感受<br /><br />我<br />真的还懂得<br />怎么去爱吗？<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">小明<br /></div><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-3182672906513971929?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-64607701259280139782009-12-25T03:04:00.002+08:002009-12-25T03:13:25.649+08:00I would like to wish everyone a really awesome Christmas, and friends, spread the joy to people around you. Christmas celebration here in this place is hopeless.<br /><br />Where is everyone?<br />Surrounded by wonderful people in my life and yet feeling extremely lonely and tired. Feeling like the whole world have dumped me aside and care me no more.<br />Seriously looking forward to going back home. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bah.... Nonsense!<br /><br />Merry Christmas anyway. :)<br /><br /><br />Xiao Ming<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-6460770125928013978?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-17207645527147290842009-12-15T12:45:00.005+08:002009-12-15T13:19:43.853+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SycapBg193I/AAAAAAAAAQk/kCKqu0okRsk/s1600-h/lonely+diddy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SycapBg193I/AAAAAAAAAQk/kCKqu0okRsk/s320/lonely+diddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415326369019459442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">When joy,<br />cheering,<br />and happy tears<br /><br />are merely<br />a Veil,<br />wrapping up<br />hatred,<br />wrath,<br />and sins.<br /><br /><br />When hugs,<br />kisses,<br />and Vows<br /><br />are creating bruises<br /><br />and<br />breaking hearts<br /><br />leaving behind<br />permanent scars<br /><br />And a battered soul<br />that never<br />heal<br /><br /><br />When a wait<br />to see promises<br /><br />germinating<br /><br />has been too long<br /><br /><br />or perhaps<br />I became a little<br />too lonely<br /><br /><br />That's when I was left<br />wandering<br />without company<br />in the streets of<br />Philadelphia<br /><br />Xiao Ming<br /></div><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-1720764552714729084?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-25063891017622092162009-12-11T20:31:00.005+08:002009-12-11T23:34:10.825+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SyJmUrrwVBI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ucva5jPDA7E/s1600-h/eyes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SyJmUrrwVBI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ucva5jPDA7E/s320/eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414002207562421266" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />没有笑容<br />紧绷<br />的嘴角<br /><br />讨人怜爱<br />弯弯<br />的眉毛<br /><br />不知如何<br />我被<br />散发着 幸福<br />的凝视<br />俘虏<br /><br />慌张<br />挣扎<br /><br />你我尝试<br />来一段<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> 无声</span><br />深邃<br />的对话<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />小明<br /></div><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-2506389101762209216?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-59117436813148573222009-12-04T13:44:00.002+08:002009-12-04T14:19:02.263+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SxipfU6wF7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/giTWBwI22Y0/s1600-h/clouds-screensave-by-stephen-brooks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SxipfU6wF7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/giTWBwI22Y0/s320/clouds-screensave-by-stephen-brooks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411261307941820338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">随着<br />内陆的流风<br />和蒸汽<br />你<br />缓缓地流浪<br />在晴天<br /><br />点缀了<br />空寂的 夏日<br />但却<br />苍白了<br />本已忧郁<br />的蓝空<br /><br />就好象<br />对着你<br />不知该是喜悦<br />还是愁<br /><br />或是执著<br />还是放手<br /><br /><br />朝云啊<br />朝云<br />你来也匆匆<br />不在旧地多留<br /><br />你去也匆匆<br />就如春梦<br />的行迹<br /><br />来，不多时<br />去则无寻处<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">小明<br /></div><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-5911743681314857322?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-3608871519936965222009-11-18T20:31:00.006+08:002009-11-26T12:20:23.968+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sw4B8U9cYmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PDlA9fRbKuE/s1600/sad_man.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sw4B8U9cYmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PDlA9fRbKuE/s320/sad_man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408262338448745058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">It's the leaves<br />dancing<br />in the sea breeze<br /><br />making that gentle,<br />yet shattering<br />noise<br />of hopelessness<br />and despair<br /><br />Where can I seek refuge<br />from the reality<br />and its cruelty?<br /><br />Under the star-studded<br />sky<br />Lost, and crippled,<br />I can't help but to wonder<br /><br />why am I still here<br />struggling<br />to break free<br /><br />why can't I let go<br />things that weren't even mine<br />in the first place<br /><br />why....<br /><br />why...<br /><br />Perhaps,<br />I may never know<br />the answers<br /><br />that lie beneath<br />the shadows of<br />ignorance,<br /><br />and self-deceit.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">xiao ming</span><br /></div><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-360887151993696522?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-91650076141588126762009-10-31T12:02:00.004+08:002009-10-31T12:16:54.415+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Suu6DjilbOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gvIVgMYC17Y/s1600-h/night+sky.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Suu6DjilbOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gvIVgMYC17Y/s320/night+sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398613148576345314" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />In the dark, sacred moment<br /><br />I found peace<br /><br />I relinquished<br /><br />everything and anything<br /><br />in my life<br /><br /><br /><br />I slept like never before<br /><br />sound , and tight<br /><br /><br />I wrestled through<br /><br />million thoughts of mine<br /><br /><br />Love, Anger, Frustration and Hope<br /><br />Sadness, Freedom, Lust, and Joy<br /><br />..uncountable...<br /><br />like the twinkling diamonds in the sky<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">oh, talk to someone, my dear</span>"<br /><br />I heard the the Creator<br />whispering to me, tenderly<br /><br />" <span style="font-style: italic;">there you go my boy</span>,<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">now, you are free..</span>"<br /><br /><br /><br />Xiao Ming<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-9165007614158812676?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com54tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-61786164201186595562009-10-26T19:58:00.005+08:002009-10-26T20:19:41.156+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SuWTdaah8uI/AAAAAAAAAP8/b_uzAx-7snU/s1600-h/darkness.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SuWTdaah8uI/AAAAAAAAAP8/b_uzAx-7snU/s320/darkness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396881861989495522" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />I heard<br /><br />the screams<br />warning me of the unseen<br />and the unforeseen<br /><br />the awful cries<br />that awakened me<br />from my sleep<br />and also the ignorance inside<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Where is the sunrise</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">that has long been absent</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">in my heart?</span><br /><br />Down here<br />its cold,<br />its dark;<br />and it has been<br />a starless night<br />that I can see no one.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Xiao Ming<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"></div><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-6178616420118659556?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-87469911700093029162009-09-28T11:15:00.004+08:002009-09-28T12:09:59.545+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SsA2mdj2ayI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yuSem0n4pb8/s1600-h/Yellow-Flowers2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SsA2mdj2ayI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yuSem0n4pb8/s320/Yellow-Flowers2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386365188733037346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">还记得<br />你最后一次<br />向我叮咛<br /><br />要我好<br />要我离开<br />不要惦记<br /><br />就让过去<br />像春天盛开的黄花一样<br />在炎夏<br />无奈的挥别<br />一望无际的山丘<br /><br /><br />足足五年<br />我痴傻的等待<br />连心思<br />都已完全<br />寄生在想你的画面<br /><br />在我相信永恒<br />的时候<br />你却<br />把我的梦想<br />没收<br /><br />在我无法自拔的时候<br />就这样<br />转身就走<br /><br />还记得<br />我最后一次<br />向你承诺<br /><br />我会学习放下<br />和忘记<br /><br />我会永远 永远<br />不再执著<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">小明</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-8746991170009302916?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-56273196264121591892009-09-18T21:32:00.002+08:002009-09-18T21:43:06.603+08:00这几天，<br />每一样事情都逆着我走<br />很多事情都不顺利。。<br /><br />从正经的事<br />到不正经的<br /><br />统统都好象给我欠了一百万这样。。<br /><br />讨工讨不到， <br />讨到了又没钱拿<br /><br />想年尾回家<br />想到头都爆了<br />却看不到什么希望<br /><br />就连要朋友Link 一下我两个部落格，<br />都被酸了几句。。。<br />“ I'm not interested in your politics and poems,so why should I link you?"<br />想赚NUFFNANG 的几分钱，要求朋友的一点方便，原来也要受这样的冷落。。。<br /><br /><br />今天踢完球了。。。<br />我又好像脱壳了这样<br /><br />好像吃了兴奋剂这样<br /><br />好像忘了<br /><br />还有很多事情等着我去办。。。<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-5627319626412159189?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-11328715265183043982009-09-11T21:25:00.001+08:002009-09-11T21:28:22.558+08:00啊！！！！！！！！！！！！！！<br /><br />很想就这样<br />把委屈<br />呐喊出来。。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-1132871526518304398?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live 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style="font-family:SimSun;">多么寂静的午夜</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">流风吹在胶木上</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">摩擦出</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">一道道</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">流血的痕疤</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"> <br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">凝固在杆上的</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">叫做思念的痕迹</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">来不及躲避</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">夜</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">的突袭 <br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">我受伤了</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">伤透了</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"> <br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">就连下弦月</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">也按耐不住</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">这独角戏</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">拉下了乌云，那扇布帘</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">已悄悄的</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">退席</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">小明 <br /></span></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-4863207873969098464?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-70703727915957708322009-09-03T19:36:00.002+08:002009-09-03T19:50:10.998+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sp-tNZ2s2sI/AAAAAAAAAPk/FxlfkiNxN38/s1600-h/maths.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sp-tNZ2s2sI/AAAAAAAAAPk/FxlfkiNxN38/s320/maths.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377206925893884610" border="0" /></a><br />今天接到了一题数学题<br />是 inequalities 的<br /><br />一眼看过去<br />应该是很简单的<br />就算Form 6 最容易的，<br />都难过着一个<br /><br />但是，<br />我真的，<br />我真的不会做算数了<br /><br />以前两年时间练出来<br />的数学真金功夫<br />竟然在两年后<br />差不多给忘光了<br /><br />超级难过。。 T.T<br /><br />T.T!!!<br /><br />还好我念的这一门，<br />用到的算数只不过好像1+1 罢了<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /><br /><br />要自强！ 要上进！不要像烂泥般爬不上墙！</span><br /><br /><br /><br />xiaoming<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-7070372791595770832?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-57573000134352225972009-09-01T21:10:00.000+08:002009-09-01T21:12:02.573+08:00一时糊涂把label粘错瓶子，<br />我把Lab 的第一个“O”鸡蛋带回家了<br /><br />无奈。。。<br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-5757300013435222597?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-62133194877799441312009-08-28T09:47:00.002+08:002009-08-28T09:49:51.432+08:00我什么都不要。。。<br />只要回<br />我失去的 <br />方向。。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-6213319487779944131?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-67881554418073341022009-08-26T20:01:00.002+08:002009-08-26T20:09:26.116+08:00Home, is the place where we've grown,<br />played, cried and laughed,<br />and been loved.<br /><br />That's home....<br />That's home...<br /><br />Home, is the feeling, of joy and hope,<br /> its the feeling of being protected and cared for.<br /><br />The scent, the feel,<br /> the lighting, the atmosphere....<br />It's the everything,<br />that made HOME so special, so irreplaceable..<br /><br /><br /><br />xiaoming<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-6788155441807334102?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-3383521899693832132009-08-25T21:26:00.004+08:002009-08-25T21:43:56.389+08:00昼夜虫鸣窗外起<br />咸水滴湿纸和笔<br />有夜无眠灯火明<br />寄人篱下愁不去<br /><br />把酒问天何时逢<br />娥眉嘲讽浪子穷<br />心枯情萎来又走<br />水打江岸沙更流<br /><br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-338352189969383213?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-69103632686739506362009-08-07T21:11:00.005+08:002009-08-07T21:23:27.333+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">草于7月21日2009年</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SnwpVMhekJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2Sk3Z82jFrk/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SnwpVMhekJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2Sk3Z82jFrk/s320/lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367210300034420882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">黄昏<br />那一阵<br />东北风<br /><br />把枯落的枫<br />卷成参差的音符<br />奏出来的<br />是什么旋律<br /><br />是伤感 还是 悲戚<br /><br /><br /><br />久未平复的心灵<br />摸不着<br />那单路线<br />向左，<br />向右。。。<br />。。。。<br />我可否<br />向后退？<br /><br /><br />哭泣<br />究竟是什么把戏<br />泪水<br />兑换回的<br />除了那一点儿<br />痛快<br /><br />难道也能熄灭<br />想要失控<br />放声<br />呐喊<br />的欲望<br />和行为？<br /><br /><br />徘徊<br />在空荡的<br />心情交界处<br /><br />我的焦虑<br />一不小心<br />被冷汗拆穿了<br /><br />掩饰不了<br />倘有一大半的<br />孤单<br />和无助感<br /><br /><br /><br />我累了<br />喘了<br />此刻只想随着<br />池塘里的那一对<br />鸳鸯<br />拍翅 而去<br /><br />到另一个<br />没有爱<br />没感情 的世界<br />活着<br />直到<br />下一个世纪<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />小明<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-6910363268673950636?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-62632332449793755252009-07-27T21:11:00.003+08:002009-07-27T21:15:26.614+08:00只能深深的叹一口气。。。<br />然后又向隔天清晨的<br />那条无人小径<br />起程去。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-6263233244979375525?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-48974034658425318452009-07-25T22:31:00.003+08:002009-07-25T22:47:12.310+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SmsZfx9E78I/AAAAAAAAAPU/yrkJwSXVFU4/s1600-h/Draft+Print+screen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SmsZfx9E78I/AAAAAAAAAPU/yrkJwSXVFU4/s320/Draft+Print+screen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362407815090859970" border="0" /></a>我不POST， 不是没灵感。。<br />而是没有那种心情。<br />有些东西写了给自己读还是比较好<br /><br />要开学了。。 开始忙了。。 暂时告别blogspot一阵子。。。<br />I promise, 我还会继续写下去。。<br />或许有点空闲的时候，就慢慢release在draft 里面的东西。。<br /><br />祝大家开开心心过日子，念书念好来，身强体壮. :)<br /><br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-4897403465842531845?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-33831168190294265252009-07-16T11:21:00.003+08:002009-07-16T13:18:34.548+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sl63xIjJDCI/AAAAAAAAAPM/d-Wv4jI8R_M/s1600-h/blurred+vision.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sl63xIjJDCI/AAAAAAAAAPM/d-Wv4jI8R_M/s320/blurred+vision.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358922661353819170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">你是否<br />发现<br />当你的嘴角<br />稍微翘起的时候<br />我的魂魄<br />早已凌乱<br /><br />暗爽<br />今天又能<br />见到你。。<br /><br />。。不。。！<br />那不是<br />昨天吗？<br />..还是前天。。？?<br /><br /><br /><br />那张脸<br />很熟悉。。<br />但是<br />我记不起<br />是梦里的<br />哪个仙女<br /><br />怎么形容<br />你的美。。<br />要用什么词汇。。<br /><br />我真的不会<br /><br />因为我的确<br />忘记了<br />是什么样的<br />脸蛋 眼神<br />和 气质<br /><br />能激发<br />我这股无名的<br />兴奋<br />还有<br />掠夺了<br />我整夜睡眠<br />的肾上腺素<br /><br />卧在床边<br />的时候<br />双手<br />抱在胸膛<br />取暖<br /><br />和天花板<br />对立的当儿<br />我不禁问道：<br /><br />咦。。。<br />那是<br />谁家的女孩？<br /><br /><br /><br />小明<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-3383116819029426525?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-85543016611661282762009-07-13T19:10:00.005+08:002009-07-14T19:43:08.552+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SlxvKGPc3KI/AAAAAAAAAPE/BuXu6M6-8ao/s1600-h/beach+and+moss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SlxvKGPc3KI/AAAAAAAAAPE/BuXu6M6-8ao/s320/beach+and+moss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358279875928841378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">扑通。。。<br />沙。。。。。。<br />扑通。。，<br />沙。。。。。。</span><br /><br />从远处<br />我看见浪潮<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />扑通。。。<br />沙。。。。。。<br />扑通。。。<br />沙。。。。。。</span><br /><br />浪水<br />打上岸来<br />的那一片刻<br /><br />把记忆摊开<br />在黄金色的呦沙上<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />扑通。。。<br />沙。。。。。。<br />扑通。。。<br />沙。。。。。。</span><br /><br />潮水<br />统统被印度洋<br />收回的时候<br /><br />遍布在斯卡布罗<br />海岸线上的<br /><br />陈年旧事<br />也被一一刮走<br />散去<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">扑通。。。<br />沙。。。。。。<br />扑通。。。<br />沙。。。。。。</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">扑通。。。</span><br />我此时此刻<br />只想坐在这里<br />被浪潮的乐曲<br />宠溺<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">沙。。。。</span><br />如果你是海浪的化生<br />我愿意<br />成为礁石上的青苔<br /><br />在不眠的沙滩上<br />陪你，和海风<br />刮呀刮<br /><br />打在我的身躯上<br />直到<br />第二天的<br />黎明<br /><br /><br />扑通。。。。。<br />沙。。。<br /><br /><br /><br />小明<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-8554301661166128276?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-56494242323241956962009-07-08T23:57:00.004+08:002009-07-09T00:54:36.263+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SlTPE6IWIaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZcsVhqzOnB4/s1600-h/busy-sidewalk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SlTPE6IWIaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZcsVhqzOnB4/s320/busy-sidewalk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356133540081050018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">人行接踵而来<br />也如烟似的<br />快快散去<br /><br />急凑<br />边沿化了<br />毛毛雨<br /><br /><br />你低头<br />我撑伞<br />滑翔在各自的<br />世界里<br /><br />我曾经迷恋的<br />热闹人群<br />何时变得<br />如此冰冷，无情？<br />世界变了吗？<br />还是<br />人们都变了？<br /><br />独自在栏杆上<br />摇晃<br />探测<br />许久没动静，<br />但依然在操作的<br />现实<br /><br />我才发觉到<br />曾经在脸上<br />给我讲故事的<br /><br />哥哥 小姐<br /> 叔叔 和安娣<br /><br />如今只不过是<br />擦肩而过的<br />路人乙。<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">小明<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-5649424232324195696?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-52230924472263278102009-07-05T22:50:00.002+08:002009-07-05T22:57:58.833+08:00输了，会要人命吗？<br />就算输掉了江山，人，真的会变得那么难看吗？<br /><br />想了好久，发现到，<br />其实人最丑陋的不是 输<br />而是“怕输”<br /><br />因为怕输而把别人踩在脚底<br />即使是赢了，会是有什么好风光的吗？<br /><br />有些东西我好久好久都想不通<br />但今天，我看清了，<br />当人怕输的时候，<br />的所作所为，<br />是可以这么难看的。。。<br /><br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-5223092447226327810?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-65389204640346857732009-07-02T11:33:00.005+08:002009-07-02T12:34:15.785+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Skw3SmBY1xI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Y8EcJCrtYAM/s1600-h/lying+on+car.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Skw3SmBY1xI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Y8EcJCrtYAM/s320/lying+on+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353714849620219666" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />如果我在<br />殖民老店旁<br />的小巷<br />与 马车 和 时间<br />一起串行<br />流逝而去<br /><br /><br />假使我是<br />蔚蓝天空里<br />冷面无情的朝云<br />随风散去<br />一去<br />就不再回头<br /><br /><br />要是我被<br />自己的影子<br />自己的过去<br />击败<br />然后退缩<br />无法再前进<br />只能流浪在<br />无底的深渊<br /><br /><br />倘使我有<br />心<br />和感受<br />却无法摆脱<br />被冷漠捆绑<br /><br />忘不了<br />那一片刻的美<br />却知道<br />它已远离<br /><br /><br />假若<br />我双手托着后脑<br />躺在<br />那一辆甲虫车<br />的车盖上<br /><br />等待<br /><br />梦想<br /><br />你会不会<br />依偎的睡着<br />在我身旁<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />小明<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-6538920464034685773?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-27982240205546475052009-06-28T13:36:00.009+08:002009-06-28T22:51:07.895+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SkcOHC3Ru0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/hzSWjG37BhY/s1600-h/michael-jackson-000000.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SkcOHC3Ru0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/hzSWjG37BhY/s320/michael-jackson-000000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352262196343716674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">In Memory of Michael Jackson<br />The King of All Music<br />1958-2009<br /><br /><br />你何时能够回来？<br /><br />全世界的<br />男， 女， 老， 少<br />自你陷入低潮<br />的那一天<br />直到现在<br />都在等待<br />你的归来<br /><br /><br />你这么挥袖一走<br />谁也想不到<br />也没预料到<br />我曾尝试模仿的<br />月球漫步<br />已经绝迹<br /><br />从旧卡带里奏出的<br />Black or White<br /><br />成了绝响<br /><br /><br />世人的眼中<br />你是恋童的成人<br />但无所谓啊。。<br />你还是<br />上帝 的小孩<br /><br />世人亏待了你<br />勒索你<br />践踏你<br />甚至有些<br />恨你<br /><br />恨你有本事<br />作慈善<br />嫉妒你有勇气<br />表现自己<br />不过这也无所谓嘛。。<br />法庭已为你<br />主持公道<br /><br />良心<br />也给了你 力量<br />准备那最后一次<br />在伦敦的复出<span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">MJ，</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">你何时能够回来</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />唱出<br />无双的 曲调<br />再次为大家跳出</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">轻盈的舞步？</span><br /><br />我想 你已经<br />投入天父的怀抱<br /><br />和天使打成一片<br /><br />在你永恒的<br />梦幻仙岛<br />笑看<br />凡夫们的丑陋<br /><br />还有你 那仍在<br />闪亮<br />的过去<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Rest in Peace MJ,<br />we will miss you dearly</span><br /><br />小明<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-2798224020554647505?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-74659421441614869482009-06-26T11:58:00.003+08:002009-06-26T12:09:00.227+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SkRJpkWiY2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/iQSIoV0AfLY/s1600-h/michael-jackson1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SkRJpkWiY2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/iQSIoV0AfLY/s320/michael-jackson1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351483235704660834" border="0" /></a>Dies at 50.<br />You'll be remembered, by the world.<br /></div><br /><br />Michael Jackson is my all time favorite. He was a man who endured so much, in fact, too much, even for a pop star.<br /><br />Being accused of molesting children was the most severe blow to his career few years ago, but cleared his name eventually. I still firmly believe he had been wrongfully accused.<br /><br />"Black or White" by MJ is a song that I grew up listening to, with other songs like Earth Song, Beat It, as my top favorite.<br /><br />Nothing much I want to say here, except, rest in peace Michael Jackson, you're forever the King of Pop.<br /><br />Xiao Ming<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-7465942144161486948?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-32393140390387407552009-06-24T21:12:00.002+08:002009-06-24T22:23:32.252+08:00别怀疑，我飘移在这里的道路上。<br /><br />。<br /><br />好啦，不骗你们了。其实昨晚看了 TOKYO　ＤＲＩＦＴ，　觉得这部电影很不错。。我喜欢。不仅是剧情很好，而且飘移的镜头都让我看傻了眼。<br /><br />就让我来吟一吟飘移诗吧。。<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />在飘雨中飘移<br />向着漆黑的马路<br />刮出一道刺鼻塑胶味<br />的轮胎痕迹<br />就像人生的高潮点<br />留下了惦记<br />然后再随着时间<br />和无情<br />淡了过去<br /><br />甩车尾<br />抛车身<br />Ｍｉｔｓｕｂｉｓｈｉ１９７７款式<br />飞跃在半空<br />然后再降地转圈圈<br />在另一个时代的东京<br />又复燃了<br />已久失的威水<br />雄风<br /><br /><br />一代接一代<br />飘移王<br />一个换一个<br />不同的款式<br />和风范<br /><br />谁能甩车尾<br />谁能和光速搏斗<br />并且超越凡人的时空<br /><br />就是某个时代<br />在没有时速限制<br />的螺状山腰上<br />称霸的<br />飘移王<br /></div><br /><br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-3239314039038740755?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-13951399059049479302009-06-22T20:47:00.002+08:002009-06-22T20:56:11.095+08:00Although I'm a boy, I've always loved chocolate.<br /><br />I do not particularly like sweet taste, but the sweetness of both chocolate and honey can really melt me down.<br /><br />Jerk was the one who triggered the long-suppressed-chocolate-activating-gene in me by giving me a bar of Toblerone. It costs him $2 dollars because it was on a sale and he grabbed one for me.<br /><br />Then, within a month, I bought one big bar of 40% dark chocolate (Cadbury) for $3.00.<br /><br />Then, bought another bar of dark chocolate 70% at Frementle..<br /><br />and...<br /><br /><br />today....<br /><br /><br />I BOUGHT ANOTHER BIG BIG BAR OF DARK CHOCOLATE 70% from Broadway!<br /><br />All within 1 month!<br /><br /><br /><br />When and how can I stopped this? I still have a pile of Easter Chocolate left at home!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />xiaoming<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-1395139905904947930?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-41037108938403001392009-06-19T10:02:00.002+08:002009-06-19T10:23:03.630+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sjry4pnIgbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/QSaGOwEHI60/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sjry4pnIgbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/QSaGOwEHI60/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348854562512470450" border="0" /></a><br />Well, Jerk went out with me for the movie MYWS yesterday... The trip was good, because we went to Frementle Essex Cinema.. The cinema itself is perhaps the smallest cinema in Frementle, and the show....... we'll talk about the show later...<br /><br /><br />The best part of the Frementle trip is that we get to walk around the small yet cultural town, and had our lunch at Cecerello's fish n chips.. My main mission to Frementle is actually to raid the chocolate factory, and yea, I did... Plundered the only choco factory and almost eat up all their free chocolate samples.. Muahaha... At last, and at least, I bought a 60% Dark Chocolate bar from them.<br /><br />Then, its time to talk about the movie itself. My Year Without Sex is probably an amateur local Australian film. 5 Minutes before the screening time, there were only me and Jerk sitting in the cinema. Then, 3 locals walked in. Gee... Thank goodness we were not alone. LoL<br /><br />My Year Without Sex generally depicts how an average income australian family tries to make ends meet, after being hit with unexpected tragedy. Halfway during the screening, I started to feel suffocated from the lack of oxygen in that cinema... Conclusion, its not a nice film. Lousy plot. I believe another local film " Australia" and " Sunshine Cleaning" would be more interesting than MYWS.<br /><br />Anyhow , still have to thank Nuffnang Australia for that free tix! Nuffnang, give away silver screen movie pass next time k? I'll surely support Nuffnang! Haha<br /><br />By the way, please put up advertisement for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 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class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">我掠了你的幻影一把</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">一起停留在那个时空 <br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">你，不在意吧？</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"> <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">抬头瞄一瞄</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">偷窥你在亿年前</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">对这荒野的地球</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: 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center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">我又在地球的某个角落</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">空虚的 独自 <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">仰慕着你</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">还有那荒野外</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">的星群</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">小明 <br /></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-1488457224998420838?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-86804483475862005872009-05-27T20:20:00.004+08:002009-05-27T20:29:37.656+08:00Someone please tell me how to LOOK and SOUND younger. Not asking for advice on how to become more childish, but how to be YOUNGER.<br /><br />My physical appearance? My speech? My actions? My facial expression? My wearing? What else? And How?<br /><br />FAST FAST gimme suggestions on how to become a YOUNGER-21-year-old. Fast lar! Haiyo..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-8680448347586200587?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-34232897100175208382009-05-26T19:43:00.010+08:002009-05-27T19:38:54.545+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />万千灯火燃深夜;天未拂晓，奈何情火早已熄灭,<br />一阵狂风黎明吹;地已觉醒，唯有枫香悠久依在.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br />上半句为小明之作，下半句为家盛友人配的下联</span><br /><br /><br />Now I understand why,<br />my feeling is just not right.<br /><br />It's hard to explain to you,<br />why I have to be a clown forever<br />and why I can never be your twilight<br /><br />And I have just realized,<br />you have had too much joy, love and fun,<br />which I can promise you none,<br />and in fact, I fear I can never ever give you one.<br /><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Like in the case that,<br />I'm a self-proclaim Christian;<br />superficial faith is not in sight,<br />not even one tiny single bit;<br />but deep inside my heart,<br />Christ is my savior and my guide.<br />Perhaps I should just forget it<br />turn around and walk away<br />as if I've never came across your smile<br />and demeanor;<br /></span></em><br />but far beyond my self-control,<br />there is one thing,<br />and only one-<br />which is my <span style="font-weight: bold;">Feeling</span>,<br />-that will never sway an inch away from you,<br />since the very beginning of time.<br /><br /><br />Xiao Ming</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-3423289710017520838?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-78638905037070113612009-05-25T19:37:00.000+08:002009-05-25T19:45:06.911+08:00无限的想象，要是我活在巴洛克时代。。。<br />I'm in love with J.S Bach.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-7863890503707011361?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-19131735613065074262009-05-21T19:30:00.004+08:002009-05-21T20:37:32.306+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/ShVKYzdIRaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wmvtwlZLCLY/s1600-h/night+rain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/ShVKYzdIRaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wmvtwlZLCLY/s400/night+rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338254723307292066" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">海风强力一刮<br /><br />呼*呼*呼<br /><br />打在这四面围墙<br />乘着顺风车的雨点<br />也不经意的<br />泼在无眠的玻璃窗<br /><br />来吧一串串的水珠<br />为我串出黑白幻灯片<br />把小时候<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">被雨声盖过的抽泣</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">或是</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">在沟渠旁折纸船的欢笑</span><br />暂时还给我<br />就这一夜吧<br /><br />儿时在屋檐旁<br />望着漆黑的下雨<br />闪电 雷声 此起彼落<br />我在发呆着<br />听着 青蛙 和下雨<br />在不断的对唱<br /><br />而我当今<br />依然在寻觅<br />那些年 的天真<br />无顾虑的 优哉<br /><br />不知北部沙滩<br />的海水<br />是不是在咆哮<br /><br />呼*呼*呼<br /><br />狂风夜雨 围堵了<br />西海岸<br />和我沉思的 漫漫长路<br /><br /><br />小明<br /></div><br />(End of the dry spell in WA :-) )<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-1913173561306507426?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-34112205365365132592009-05-16T20:50:00.005+08:002009-05-16T20:57:14.936+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sg620gvYC0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/WifLj7-zai4/s1600-h/ist2_523014-miss-you-again.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sg620gvYC0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/WifLj7-zai4/s400/ist2_523014-miss-you-again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336403621738711874" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">好久没有时间去想你了，但是大考要到了，有点乱了阵脚；心，慌了，乱了，又忆起你的婀娜，又坠入了你的无底的陷阱。<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">有时候<br />翻一翻你<br />的网上相簿<br /><br />发现到 你<br />长得越来越 漂亮<br />成熟<br />我悄悄地，对着你<br />微笑了<br /><br />离开你越远<br />你的世界<br />似乎变得更完整<br />完美<br /><br />但，我的<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">心</span></span><br />偶尔还是会<br />隐隐作痛<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />思</span></span><br />还是一样<br />伤神难受<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />念</span></span><br />只有一个<br />你天使般<br />的那张脸孔<br /><br /><br /><br />小明</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-3411220536536513259?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-34030074537381061012009-05-15T20:47:00.007+08:002009-05-15T21:10:31.436+08:00Tagged by <a href="http://ngyinying.blogspot.com/">Dowie Ying</a> , on 'your three favorite albums'.<br />Have no idea who to tag, so I wont be taggin' anyone today.. hehe<br />I will start this tag with Kitaro...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sg1lb0go2mI/AAAAAAAAANc/NtNgogGJ_PY/s1600-h/kitaro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sg1lb0go2mI/AAAAAAAAANc/NtNgogGJ_PY/s400/kitaro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336032662130317922" border="0" /></a>This is the first album my dad bought me when i was in standard 5 primary school. Kitaro's musics are the sound from heaven, my dad said. However, during the music lesson at school, my music teacher then, played the music video of kitaro for us to watch. I got chased out from the class because I told 王竞德老师 that Kitaro looks like a beggar. Yea, he looks like one... haha<br />I still like it alot, it was in cassette by the time.:) I got a few strokes at my backside from him as well, in same year. LOL<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sg1mY4mkIlI/AAAAAAAAANk/qQxe6pGzcF4/s1600-h/a_rush_of_blood_to_the_head.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sg1mY4mkIlI/AAAAAAAAANk/qQxe6pGzcF4/s400/a_rush_of_blood_to_the_head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336033711200936530" border="0" /></a>'A Rush of blood to the head' is the best album I ever had. By the band COLDPLAY which released their latest hits Viva la Vida, this album was released about 8 years ago. I bought one in batu ferringhi for 6 ringgit, original or pirated one, i dont know :P<br />It is by far the ONLY band that produces wonderful songs and music ALL THE TIME. It's not like only one or two songs in an album are nice, its ALL songs in ALL albums of Coldplay are nice. Still, I prefer A Rush of Blood To The Head.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sg1nkI-NQmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1eFQA-ml1ww/s1600-h/Escape.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sg1nkI-NQmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1eFQA-ml1ww/s400/Escape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336035004085256802" border="0" /></a>Enrique Iglesias is my favorite english Single. In terms of Single, he produces most of the best songs in this album, Escape. Among the songs are Hero, Escape, and his older songs, Bai La mor. Superb!<br /><br />For Chinese Singles, I would vote for Jay Chou and Wu Bai. :):)<br /><br /><br /><br />xiaoming<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-3403007453738106101?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-2443397295273531762009-05-13T19:51:00.003+08:002009-05-13T20:22:24.013+08:00Yup. Two movie passes to the MYWS were sent to where I stay today, thanks to Nuffnang! Muacks! Nuffnang Muacks!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sgq0k8YHoOI/AAAAAAAAANU/xmcNdBQw9vE/s1600-h/movie+pass3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sgq0k8YHoOI/AAAAAAAAANU/xmcNdBQw9vE/s400/movie+pass3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335275255349354722" border="0" /></a>Nuffnang? Muacks!<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sgq0ktyDQNI/AAAAAAAAANE/3Q2LZlaxs1Y/s1600-h/movie+pass1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sgq0ktyDQNI/AAAAAAAAANE/3Q2LZlaxs1Y/s400/movie+pass1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335275251431588050" border="0" /></a>Yea, Nuffnang loves bloggers, and bloggers love Nuffnang. The only thing I dont understand about Nuffnang is why they have not yet advertise anything on my blogs, meaning I dont get to earn anything. But, who cares, I've got tix :P<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sgq0kged3PI/AAAAAAAAANM/AsYM9q1U9KA/s1600-h/movie+pass2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sgq0kged3PI/AAAAAAAAANM/AsYM9q1U9KA/s400/movie+pass2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335275247859784946" border="0" /></a>The problem is, Two Passes. 2, Dua, 两个, Irnde, II.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">TWO!</span><br />Who can I go with????<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">WHO?</span><br /><br />Yea, no one.<br /><br />Eh, Jerk258, wanna be my first date?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Boy and Boy watch this movie together? It just doesnt sound quite right. LoL<br /><br /><br /><br />xiao ming<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-244339729527353176?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-25647128274661218992009-05-10T20:23:00.003+08:002009-05-10T20:28:32.994+08:00I made it!<br /><br />Wished my mom Happy MOther's day for the very first time in my life.<br /><br />10th May 2009, I told my mom I loved her, the first time as well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SgbH1t_EJEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-IXM8uhu6QU/s1600-h/MOM1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SgbH1t_EJEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-IXM8uhu6QU/s400/MOM1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334170534358033474" border="0" /></a><br />Well, the feeling is awesome :)<br /><br /><br />But, as usual, I know my mom very well.<br />She's the most practical mother on earth.<br /><br />She replied me this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SgbH18FJv6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/33z0Sk86ki4/s1600-h/MOM2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SgbH18FJv6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/33z0Sk86ki4/s400/MOM2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334170538141663138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">DONT PLAY ANYMORE! LoL<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br />Ok, dont play anymore.<br /><br /><br />Xiao Ming<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-2564712827466121899?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-74530834591658921732009-05-09T12:17:00.005+08:002009-05-09T13:18:42.678+08:00谈勇气，我最不行。<br /><br />从小到大，我有很多怕。我怕鬼，怕暗，怕狗，怕老师，什么都怕。<br />勇气？更不用讲。<br />很多事情我都没有勇气去做，去承担，去面对。<br />虽然做了很多“不要脸”的事，但这未必代表我很勇敢，很有勇气。<br /><br />爸爸曾经好几次骂我没骨气，全都是因为我对自己的家人不曾说过“对不起”而引起的。<br />听起来很不寻常，有时父亲做错了一些小事，他都能低声下气的向孩子们道歉；但是，我这个堂堂男子汉，对家人几乎不曾认错过。即使知道自己犯了错，我只会选择与家人自我隔离，不说话一两天，过了几天后又和好如初了。<br /><br />不过，这并不表示我不知错，不改过。我还有另一个倾向，那就是很容易感到内疚。<br />生过别人的气后，我很快就会觉得内疚。在这里骂了人家几天后，就开始觉得自己不懂的感恩，不能忍一忍别人的过失。<br /><br />内疚的感觉很烂，但是，内疚却使我自我检讨，自我提醒。<br /><br />讲到这里，是不是觉得我很小女孩脾气？<br /><br />最近在电视的广告播映时，不小心听到了<br /><br />“Have you told your mom you love her today?”<br /><br />母亲节要到了。<br /><br /><br />但是，从小到大，又好像道歉这样，我，不曾告诉过家人，我爱他们。我爱我的妈妈，但是却不曾告诉过我爱她。凭着我在部落格匿名写东西，大概都可以猜到， 我很没有勇气。<br /><br />父母时常告诉我，他们很爱我，而我也觉得很幸福；我就是没有那一份勇气说一句“我爱你”。<br />妈妈为我劳碌了这一半辈子，而她也特别疼我， 我想，她到底知不知道我爱她呢？过了整20个母亲节，孩子不曾用言语表达感谢和爱戴，妈妈会不会很伤心低落？<br /><br />有人说狮子座的都不爱道歉，那有谁能解释不爱说“我爱你”的狮子呢？<br /><br />和自己的母亲说声“我爱你”， 很难吗？<br /><br />我没有勇气，没有气概， 会使我变得自私吗？<br /><br /><br />我还没有打算在母亲节写信回家，<br />我也不懂要写什么，要怎么写，<br />虽然看起来很没有诚意，<br />其实是我没有勇气，<br /><br />但我还是想借用匿名的方便<br />很深切的说<br />"妈妈，我爱你。"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SgUN4_TmZlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zl3TfcHlefk/s1600-h/mother-child-kakuma-kenya-abeltbkp2089-sw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SgUN4_TmZlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zl3TfcHlefk/s400/mother-child-kakuma-kenya-abeltbkp2089-sw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333684606407698002" border="0" /></a>A Mother's Love<br /></div><br /><br />watch these videos...worth watching..<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3UZ1SyKPk9U&amp;color1=0x6699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3UZ1SyKPk9U&amp;color1=0x6699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvYb4BLIAQw&amp;color1=0x6699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvYb4BLIAQw&amp;color1=0x6699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-7453083459165892173?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-10349059541948700332009-05-04T20:21:00.005+08:002009-05-04T20:38:28.926+08:00"Geh Gao" is a hokkien term that refers to someone who pretends to be a smart, while in fact, that person is not.<br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br />I'm being one Geh Gao person today (just for t0day only) because I ruined two of my coursemate's marks (only one mark lor..sorry lor...) by telling them the wrong answer for buffer calculation.<br /><br />Hehe. Dont hit me, I know I'm kiam pak, but I didnt do it on purpose!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Feeling like a jerk, but what can I do?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sf7gqNh-wvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qIdmYX3Prao/s1600-h/i-am-sorry.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sf7gqNh-wvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qIdmYX3Prao/s400/i-am-sorry.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331946024644559602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Isn't it cute? Hehe</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> </div><br />Just like what Soo Chuen loved saying at me "<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Mai Luan lar, Lu Mai Gek Gao Gao lar!</span>" (Shut up, dont be smart!)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sf7hYJgdAgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/SqRBE8-cyT8/s1600-h/stupid-people-shut-up-c117515861.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/Sf7hYJgdAgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/SqRBE8-cyT8/s400/stupid-people-shut-up-c117515861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331946813838393858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Ok, time to shut up.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br />LoL<br /><br /><br />XiaoMing<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-1034905954194870033?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-28030203473914474772009-04-25T20:19:00.002+08:002009-04-25T20:28:40.936+08:00！·#￥%……—*（）——)(*&amp;^^%$$#@@!!<br /><br />哼！走狗！哼哼哼！走狗！<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />前天，。。。。。。<br /><br /><br />我第一次走狗！<br />(walk the dog)<br /><br />哈哈。。。<br /><br />一手拉着超大只的掺种的拉布拉多狗，一边慢跑着，感觉很不错。<br />看来，我来了这里后，对狗仔改观了许多。虽然还是有点怕狗，但是。。。 “走狗”的感觉太棒了！哈哈哈哈哈<br /><br />其实不是我拉着他走，而是他把我拉着走！<br />才知道原来狗是很强的动物。。。<br /><br />被拉着走的感觉， 也很不错！<br /><br />难怪狗仔可以帮盲人带路。。。。<br /><br /><br />哈哈。。。<br /><br /><br />走狗！（Walk　Ｔｈｅ　Ｄｏｇ）！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-2803020347391447477?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-16020903704511706382009-04-22T19:52:00.001+08:002009-04-22T19:54:54.535+08:00我的潜意识有问题吧。。。<br /><br />最近一两天都还蛮好心情的。。<br /><br />高兴！ :-)<br />希望这样的感觉能持久！<br /><br />No worries Lostnoob, i'm fine! Thanks :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-1602090370451170638?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-42551261781885047202009-04-18T13:48:00.003+08:002009-04-18T13:56:37.086+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SelrIDJ0q5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/fue4kkyrGLk/s1600-h/gladiator+5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SelrIDJ0q5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/fue4kkyrGLk/s400/gladiator+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325905820371954578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN"><br />在车子里面经历过了一个半小时的车程,头是有点重重的.刚从</span><span style="font-size:130%;">Serpentine Dam </span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">往北部缓缓地向珀斯行使着,一边聆听水利工程师讲解水坝的构造</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">,我的</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">世界又开始脱轨于车外的诱惑.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />"</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">....水田下的破缝，就会由蛙人潜入照相，然后再回到水面报告。刚开始潜水下底，蛙人必须停在不同的水位，以适应突变的水压，然后再继续</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">潜</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">下所定的目的地。一旦潜下，被仪器侦察到的破缝，便会由蛙人的缝补技术......"</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">双眼一半蒙蔽,窗外突然来了一闪闪金黄而刺眼的反射;眼</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">皮很自然,轻轻地闭上,然后吃力的捕捉回那一煞那.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">通往南北的小路上,我有感在田园里穿梭,走在正要入秋的黄</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">麦边,我无目的地的走着,在没有边界的土地上孤独.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">远处只看见一架被我们追上的旧犁田机;虽然慢吞吞的,但在千万顷的黄麦中,它显然特别有姿态,毫不作响的溜过我的眼角边.留下的是一道长长的</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">烟尘</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">;好比吊人胃口的春梦,隐约的悬挂在半空.飞滚起来的黄土;又像是无形的城堡,把我和冥想困守起来了,我的魂魄,其实早已被遗留,在这里</span>.<span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><o:p>xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx</o:p></span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><o:p><br /></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">我忆起了在"斗士"(</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" >THE GLADIATOR<span lang="ZH-CN">)里的罗马将</span></span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><span lang="ZH-CN">军,在罗马</span></span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><span lang="ZH-CN">帝国旺盛的时候,被王子妒忌而陷害;</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">最后战死古罗马圆形大剧场</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><span lang="ZH-CN">,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><span lang="ZH-CN">他的灵魂进入了另一个境界</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">他, 回到了他的家</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">他的家,盘坐在一片熟透的麦田中</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">他的家,有个妻子,头发</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">如橄榄般</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">乌黑</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">他的儿子,又像以前一样,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">迫不及待冲向了爸爸</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">然而这一次的相遇,和以前不一样，</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">斗士这一回, 回到了家</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">也和被罗马士兵残杀的妻儿,相聚</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">在天堂......</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">在他的家....</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><o:p>xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx<br /></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">戏的剧情都是悲剧中的悲剧,唯有他的家,令我最</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">难忘最怀念.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN"> 在麦田中的的一栋小板屋,　家.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">天空暗了,今晚天气如何</span><span style="font-size:130%;">, </span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">倘未知道;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">玻璃境外的景色,也从那一片片金黄色的旷野</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">穿梭进了古罗马</span><span style="font-size:130%;">　N　</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">年后的一个时代</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">高楼,大厦,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">摩登,贵气,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">但却不是</span><span style="font-size:130%;">一向来</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">最熟悉的　　</span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:130%;" lang="ZH-CN">家.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SelrIax_Z8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/cQN17T07q4o/s1600-h/gladiator+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SelrIax_Z8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/cQN17T07q4o/s400/gladiator+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325905826714445762" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SelZCedyawI/AAAAAAAAAL8/rf1cbQVrDb0/s1600-h/gladiator+2.jpg"><br /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SelZCdcTJdI/AAAAAAAAAME/-Id3fygt2yw/s1600-h/gladiator+4.jpg"><br /></a></span></p> <span style="font-size:130%;">小明</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-4255126178188504720?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-34783883197106047982009-04-17T21:32:00.001+08:002009-04-17T21:35:33.333+08:00知觉告诉我<br />千万不要再妄想<br />不可能发生的事情<br />或是注定不会发生的<br /><br />永远都不会实现。。。<br /><br />醒来吧，振作一点！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-3478388319710604798?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-2019345165233765092009-04-04T22:56:00.003+08:002009-04-04T23:33:29.193+08:00xxx have just sent you a nudge.<br /><br />很简短的问候<br />来自越洋的短信<br />突然呈现在荧幕前<br />问我，“你好吗？”<br /><br />古代游子<br />少小离家 老大归<br />一封家书抵万金<br />有时候梦见父母也算是有福气<br /><br />电子时代<br />我离家， 我向梦想飞奔去<br />头前是个梦想<br />身子是个唯一的本钱<br />背着的是个包袱<br /><br />家书是没有<br />天天看着电子邮报<br />担心家里有什么大事件<br />看着自己的国家被腐败的官僚<br />搞到很不安宁<br />看到都累了，<br />甚至有点想逃避<br /><br />好久没见到你们了<br />我还好，别担心<br />你呢？<br /><br />虽有时用电邮传话<br />偶尔收到短而贴心的几句“how are you?"<br />天气是冰冷的<br />但是心，还是暖暖的点燃着。。<br /><br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-201934516523376509?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-91400184329295975382009-04-02T18:52:00.002+08:002009-04-02T19:19:14.696+08:00马来西亚，还有明天吗？<br /><br />也许我可以问得婉转点，说些好话，娱人娱己。<br /><br />但是，独立至今，人民都给国政瞒骗了50年，可能一代人都已经过去了；我想知道，<br /><br />马来西亚人还有本钱再被耍下去吗？<br /><br />中国被日本侵袭后勇敢的站起来，现在已经是经济强国；<br />日本被投下两颗原子弹后，成为亚洲先进国；<br />甚至是从前被瞧不起的越南，预测将在短短的5年内超越马来西亚。<br /><br />我们的国家领袖在做些什么？<br /><br />用纳税人的钱去旅游欧美迪士尼？<br />用2倍的公款购买过时军火？<br />煽动各族人民互相仇恨，以捞取选票？<br /><br />贪污了可以不用被惩罚，那岂不是和第三世界的非洲独裁没两样？<br /><br />人民以土族非土族等级来分，岂不是名副其实的种族隔离政策？<br /><br />纳吉的父亲敦拉萨在69年后幕发动种族暴乱，<br />纳吉本身曾经三妻四妾，又丑闻缠身，<br />纳吉的太太利用马来西亚驻伦敦大使馆的公款，在国外疯狂购物。说要调查，又不了了之<br />他上台了，<br /><br />政风会好转吗？<br />滥权贪污会被打击吗？<br /><br />我早已厌倦了巫统霸道无理，<br />但我还很想问，在多24小时后，<br />马来西亚还有明天吗？　<br /><br /><br />我好累。。<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-9140018432929597538?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-51532766020936976712009-03-22T19:46:00.002+08:002009-03-22T19:50:14.307+08:00有时候，东西习惯了就好。<br /><br />看看四周，欣赏大自然的美，<br />其实没什么是过不去的。<br /><br />最重要，要懂得珍惜所拥有的一切。<br /><br />:-D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-5153276602093697671?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-48637126732842219752009-03-15T18:45:00.003+08:002009-03-15T19:18:43.160+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SbzjeMF2U6I/AAAAAAAAALU/v1gYGUZRjeM/s1600-h/Summer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SbzjeMF2U6I/AAAAAAAAALU/v1gYGUZRjeM/s400/Summer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313371768171680674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Inspired by LFO - Summer Girl (1999)</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />来吧秋天<br />我不怕<br />最痛心的事<br />也只不过是一两天<br />的愁<br />你这一季的落叶<br />有什么了不起？<br /><br />冬天的寒<br />和冻<br />扑向我的身体<br />侵袭和考验<br />测试我的耐力<br />微弱的心跳<br />却是强烈的信息<br />要告诉你<br />我还没放弃！<br /><br />春的虚伪<br />美丽和骗局<br />早被看透了<br />一年之计在于春?<br />开什么玩笑<br />希望？憧憬？<br />少来这一套儿戏吧<br /><br />听的是90年代的歌<br />哼着的是21世纪初期的曲<br />写的是8000年的文字<br />而我<br />此时此刻<br />只想念<br />上一季的夏天<br /><br /></span><br /><br />小明<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-4863712673284221975?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-44909427315212093982009-02-17T15:01:00.003+08:002009-06-12T14:02:02.444+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">凉凉的风吹又吹，把树木打得很吵杂， 意味着秋天将临；但我始终不断地在猜想，干嘛云朵现在才浮现呢？夏天的云呢？你来迟了！<br /><br />我想多一阵要到海边去散散心，因为最近，心， 有点乱，可能是因为开始忙碌起来了；空闲时， 累了，心里却有问不完的迷惑，疑问。<br /><br />希望时间能给我一个交代，至少能够安抚我，最近起落无常的心情。<br /><br />想要好好休息一下脑子，暂时应该不会乱你们。哈哈。。<br /><br /><br />小明</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-4490942731521209398?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-86844746096103616062009-02-10T15:19:00.005+08:002009-02-10T19:06:32.685+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">我答应多自己不再回往旧事，不再低落和萎靡不振，我<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">几乎</span>做到了。但有时有些事情让我很beh tong,还是会有emo的时候</span>。<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SZFdbW5MuqI/AAAAAAAAALE/hLfszlXIvBg/s1600-h/1752_antique_handmade_wooden_doll_puppet_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SZFdbW5MuqI/AAAAAAAAALE/hLfszlXIvBg/s400/1752_antique_handmade_wooden_doll_puppet_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301120960975125154" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">感觉已呆滞<br />但生活<br />还是不断的<br />前进<br />上演着面无表情的<br />歌剧<br /><br />不知道是好<br />还是坏<br />还是得为人们<br />在舞台上<br />被挥舞<br />舞台下<br />世人为我欢呼<br /><br />而这僵硬的四肢<br />曾经有过炙热的心<br />却不停的<br />往着无底悬崖<br />跌落下去.<br /><br />我献上的那一支舞蹈<br />是我求救的暗号<br />那首轻快的匈牙利民歌<br />是我木头身躯的嚎啕<br />每一步机械化的摆动<br />更是复活莎士比亚<br />的百年歌舞悲剧<br /><br />空白的脑袋<br />还不能理解<br />过去和明天<br />要哭要笑<br />或生和死<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">上帝啊，</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">到底谁能还原我</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">感情酸甜苦辣</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">加上</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">一颗不停跳动的心？</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">在台下</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">正退潮的掌声</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">迎接了木偶谢幕的一面</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />我很绅士的一鞠躬</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">然后再到后台</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">悄悄地哭泣</span><br /></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-8684474609610361606?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-27372689597780044912009-02-08T20:46:00.004+08:002009-02-08T21:02:18.826+08:00我在火车厢里的电动门旁，我看到了她。不是她，是很像她的女孩。<br />那把亚洲人的秀发，还有那有点儿发红的脸蛋儿；鼻梁上挂着一幅眼镜。<br /><br />暗里吓了一跳，当时的错觉很厉害。心跳很自然的加速，不知道为什么。<br />我开始还真的以为是她，最后看多几眼，原来这妞子的眼睛较小。<br /><br />你说你喜欢了别人，<br />我也很努力的尝试不去想你<br />直道了在地铁的那天，<br />我才发现到，<br />我还忘不了，你。<br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-2737268959778004491?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-80549746912910749412009-02-06T16:39:00.008+08:002009-02-06T16:59:27.289+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SYv7BLmgtGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/W1JAx1w-bbI/s1600-h/32c32353308b4fb0ed109e7a9ddeab51.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SYv7BLmgtGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/W1JAx1w-bbI/s400/32c32353308b4fb0ed109e7a9ddeab51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299605384244278370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">华社在马来西亚，有种精神。它叫作“坚持”。</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">华教斗士，沈慕羽先生离开了他斗争的场地，<br /><br />但却传承了不死的奋斗精神，给我们这一代，<br /><br />他的坚持，使到我们今天有华文书读，<br /><br />使到华社还能在这片土地上，骄傲的说，Ｉ　ａｍ　ａ　Ｍａｌａｙｓｉａｎ　Ｃｈｉｎｅｓｅ．<br /><br /><br />就是他，为了争取华社在马来西亚的平等地位，<br /><br />拼搏了他的一生，<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">他说过</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">“华教尚未平等，同道仍须</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">努力！”</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SYv6qLy7_bI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hdQV9vtgGUc/s1600-h/smy000.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SYv6qLy7_bI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hdQV9vtgGUc/s400/smy000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299604989159407026" border="0" /></a>沈慕羽（１９１３－２００９）<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >我相信啊。。我相信。　我们还需努力！</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >沈老先生，您放心，华文教育永远不会被打败，<br />祝你一路好走！</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />小明<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-8054974691291074941?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-27056191020377583012009-01-31T19:32:00.003+08:002009-01-31T19:42:25.451+08:00I passed a 500 dollars test yesterday<br /><br />then I treated myself a 50 cents Mc Donald Sundae Cone.<br />I love their Sundae Cone here coz it has very strong MILK taste, plus, it's cheap > 50cents<br /><br />I was lucky to have met Tony, the examiner from City West center.<br />If not I would not have passed so easily.<br /><br />And if I really failed yesterday, I would really really cry for the examiner to see, for my 500 dollars.<br /><br />And If really failed, then like what fren said, it would be KNS. KNS!<br /><br />Feel like cubit-ing him now. Tony is so cute :)<br /><br />damn i must be out of my mind.<br /><br />Sorry I'm over excited now<br /><br />writing also out of order<br /><br /><br /><br />WOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO~~~~~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-2705619102037758301?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-24837236617213724472009-01-29T18:35:00.002+08:002009-01-29T18:47:11.446+08:00Well, I have to admit one thing.<br /><br />I often FAIL in my life. Many things.<br /><br />I fail in school exams, I fail to entertain people, I fail to earn more money, I fail to remember small things in my life, I fail to fulfill other people's wishes, MOST OF THE TIME.<br /><br />But tell you what, I AM NO 100% FAILURE.<br />I do succeed in some areas, but of course, just very few of them.<br />Success comes with a price, and very often, successes are VERY EXPENSIVE.<br /><br />To me, hard work is only <span style="font-weight: bold;">sap sap water</span>. The "really" "hard" thing is mental suffer. When you expect something to happen, you have hope. When you have hope, you'll get disappointed easily.<br /><br />To suffer psychologically is very bad. You get bored easily. You'll lose direction in your life. The worst thing, YOU WILL EVENTUALLY DOUBT YOURSELF.<br /><br />When you doubt yourself, GAME OVER. Bye bye. You'll dive into a bottomless sea and never get to the surface anymore.<br /><br />But I always believe in one thing when coping with serious challenges:<br /><br /><br />"Prepare for the worst, and work the best out of yourself."<br /><br /><br />This theory keeps me running until tonight. Tomorrow? Dont know.<br /><br /><br />Please let meeeeee PASSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!<br /><br />I DONT WANNA FAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-2483723661721372447?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-62500455782165999582009-01-27T19:08:00.002+08:002009-01-27T19:13:01.305+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" >不怕破财消灾， 只怕没钱破财。T.T</span><br /><br />我好在容易心软，坏在不够狠！显！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-6250045578216599958?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-68860983148611640902009-01-26T23:10:00.004+08:002009-01-27T00:19:48.842+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SX3gnn6g8PI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4-uHTsFYH8I/s1600-h/West+-+Skyworks+-+R%23-web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SX3gnn6g8PI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4-uHTsFYH8I/s400/West+-+Skyworks+-+R%23-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295635708191502578" border="0" /></a>(26th January of each year is the Australian Day, in which on that day, people will celebrate with the spectacular Lotterywest Skyworks along the Swan River, a river mouth that connect to the Indian Ocean. Viewing it from condominiums from afar is an even better option! :))<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">大自然已经熄掉了<br />夏天的烈阳<br />自己的呼吸<br />与开始放缓节奏的大地<br />疏远 和相对<br /><br />孤雁划过天鹅河畔的上空<br />留下了一道裂痕<br />但心中的 伤口<br />却随着海风的狂吹<br />而淡化了许多<br /><br />我在等什么？<br />瞭望台的远处<br />倘有夕阳的残骸<br />另一边就已经<br />有细小的火苗<br />很急凑的<br />一颗一颗往上升<br /><br />从一个不起眼的火种<br />飞奔到了珀斯的顶端<br />轰 轰 轰<br />耀眼的七彩火花<br />又再新一年的第二十六天<br />重燃人类的寄托<br />和希望<br /><br />有人趁此许愿<br />有人趁此祷告<br />有人载歌载舞<br />有人醉酒熏天<br /><br />唯有我<br />凝视着一道道<br />似从天河留下的<br />银色水帘<br /><br />一颗颗<br />犹如生活里的彩色<br />和酸甜苦辣<br />的烟花<br /><br />告诉自己：<br />这就是生活<br />有时暗淡<br />有时明亮<br /><br />只要硬着头皮<br />拼一拼<br />总有一天<br />会像中国制造的烟火一样<br />琔放<br /><br />哪管你是颗小小火苗<br />或是频临熄灭的温度<br /><br />再来一次吧<br />让我们来忘了过去<br /><br />再为明天的自己<br />奋斗， 照明<br />就像颗 火种 和 烟花<br /><br /><br /><br />小明<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-6886098314861164090?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-57659724407369672402009-01-24T22:02:00.003+08:002009-01-24T22:22:22.851+08:00这里的春节是热的<br />一整天温温的风<br />还有烈爆的太阳<br />想吃火锅又不是<br />但，<br />又懒得自己做年菜<br /><br /><br />我想起了公公的厨艺<br />一个堂堂男子汉<br />入得厨房<br />出来的菜色<br />我永远不会忘记<br /><br />我爱吃他亲手做的肉卷<br />他独特炮制的咖喱竹笋<br />清炒杂菜<br />还有不能没有的潮州面条<br /><br />饭后堂兄弟姐妹<br />在一起玩抓迷藏<br />伯伯姑姑们在圆桌上<br />谈上正经文教<br />这<br />也只不过是段<br />不再有的热闹<br /><br />多少年了<br />没有上过学的公公<br />还是像以往这样<br />手中握着厚厚的书<br />一遍又一遍的读过<br /><br />但谁也万万想不到<br />也看不出<br />他， 老了<br />公公老了<br />谁有回乡拜年 谁没有<br />他竟然也认不出了<br /><br /><br />当然，<br />现在不知道是谁在下厨<br />吃起来的那种滋味<br />完全无法取代<br />那双历尽整一个世纪的 手<br />在莲花炉上调味，爆炒出来的<br />团圆饭菜。<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />p.s: Grandpa, I miss you, I love you :) wish you another healthy and happy year!<br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-5765972440736967240?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-11990094145718284102009-01-23T19:20:00.005+08:002009-01-23T21:43:21.232+08:00Erm... Kena <a href="http://angelialee.blogspot.com/2009/01/taggedby-shizu.html">tagged</a> by Angel pula. Searched back my last "tagged" posting, wow, it was ages ago, and same people tagging me back! LoL<br /><br />lets start this loong looongg loooooooooooooooong tag post!<br /><p>1. The last person you tagged is?<br />Lee Chee Theng<br /></p> <p>2. Your 5 impression of him/her?<br />Smart and outstanding, a person that read a lot, have weird taste for songs like me(some songs), cool, a person with very special characteristics (Big fan of Leeds and Guinness)<br /></p> <p>3. The most memorable thing that he/she had ever done for you?<br />Erm.. He tried to send me a movie from Sarawak through MSN, but I had to go offline halfway :(<br /></p> <p>4. The most memorable word he/she ever spoke to you?<br />" Were you the goal keeper at school?"<br /></p> <p>5. If he/she becomes your lover, you will…<br />Erm... That's a scary idea<br /></p> <p>6. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will…<br />I dont have enemies<br /></p> <p>7. If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on…<br />He has to go Thailand and perform somesort of surgery.<br /></p> <p>8. If he/she becomes your enemy, it is because<br />He killed me? AHAHA<br /></p> <p>9. The most desirable thing for him/her to do is<br />To go watch Leeds Utd games with Guinness on his hand. Maybe.<br /></p> <p>10. Overall impression towards him/her is<br />A very special guy.<br /></p> <p>11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?<br />Weird(people who do not know me) and Fierce(for my students)<br /></p> <p>12. The character for you yourself is<br />Ever-thinking. My brain never stop thinking.<br /></p> <p>13. On the contrary, the character you hate yourself is?<br />Get easily distracted.<br /></p> <p>14. The most ideal person you want to be is<br />I want Einstein's IQ<br />I want Daniel Craig's body<br />I want Jude Law's sexiness<br />I want Obama's eloquence<br />I want Stephen Hawking's imagination<br />I want Bill Gate's wealth<br />I want Mother Teresa's patience<br />I want George W. Bush's super-thick-face<br />I want MY OWN FEELINGS TOWARDS LIFE.<br /><br /></p><p>15. For the person who cares and likes you, say something about him/her?<br />Haha..that would be my Dad, Mom, Brothers, Sisters and friends.<br />My life would be NOTHING if I was born without them.<br /></p><p>16. TEN people to tag<br />1.Peanut Jin<br />2.Lost- Noob<br />3.Hui Mei<br />4. LCK<br />5. Blue Ice<br />6. Rin<br />7. Yee How<br />8.Wen<br />9.Zhi Ling<br />10.Doc on da skateboard - ing<br /></p> <p>17. Who is #2 having a relationship with?<br />Nobody i guess<br /></p> <p>18. Is #3 a male or a female?<br />Female</p> <p>19. If #7 and #10 got together, would that be a good thing?<br />One is a family guy, one is a brilliant girl, walau.... it would be a good thing leh<br /></p> <p>20. How about #5 and #8?<br />girl-girl mana boleh<br /></p> <p>21. What is #1 studying about?<br />1 is a high achiever back in school, now studying MEdicine.<br /></p> <p>22. When was the last time you had a chat with them?<br />Quite often. Most of them are forced to read LiveStation, by me:P<br /></p> <p>23. Is 4 single?<br />Quite complicated. Relationships plunged into uncertainty this afternoon.<br /></p> 24. Say something about #2.<br />2 has very good temper...he let me cubit him for years. A very very nice man overall, cheerful and is always able to share his joy with other people.<br /><br />phew..... LoL<br /><br />Xiaoming<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-1199009414571828410?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-88443542881321066102009-01-21T19:07:00.003+08:002009-01-21T20:20:17.459+08:00Obama promised the United States and its people freedom, equality, peace and prosperity.<br /><br />And at the same time, he also <span style="font-weight: bold;">vowed to shut down the Guantanamo Bay's prison</span>;<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">but why am I still here</span>?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">H</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> . </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">E</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> . </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">L</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> . </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">P</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />M</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> . </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">E<br /> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">O </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">U</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> .</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"> T<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Mr. President!</span></span><br /><br />* I know this is not funny, and I mean it.*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-8844354288132106610?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-13939912224222234322009-01-19T23:28:00.004+08:002009-01-20T01:05:20.923+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SXSiWRGeTmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xqudIy0zwKw/s1600-h/will-smith-seven-pounds-701553.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SXSiWRGeTmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xqudIy0zwKw/s400/will-smith-seven-pounds-701553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293033965498551906" border="0" /></a><br />Thanks to SS, I went to the cinema for the very first time here, and watched the movie titled " 7 Pounds". SS treated me a cup of DOME mocha drink and the ticket as well.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">At first I thought "7 Pounds" is a comedy or some sort of movie related to how people go on diet and lose weight, but wait, it is the totally opposite.<br />Starred by Will Smith(my all time fav actor), this film is not quite a blockbuster compared to the other recently-screened movies, but it is such an emo one, to me.<br /><br />I can be very emo sometimes, but surprisingly, this movie is SUPER SUPER emo. I was stunned even after walking out of the theater, amazed by how delicate the plot and settings of the movies are; most importantly, it's Will Smith's masterful body language that had successfully delivered the main ideas of the movie.<br /><br /><br />It is simply a fantastic movie. Meaningful, moving and touching.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >7 Pounds</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> begins with how Ben(Will Smith) was looking for good and decent people, who needed help to continue with their lives. He desperately tracking down Emily Posa, Ezra, and a few others who was having troubles with their own lives, so that to ensure that they deserve helps.<br /><br />Emily needed a heart transplant, Ezra needed a pair of Eyes, and so, in the end, Ben committed suicide and donated his heart and eyes for them. Besides, Ben also donated part of his liver, and his bone marrow while he was alive, and helped a single-mother to settle into his house, before he finally kill himself to donate his organs for both Emily and Ezra.<br /><br />The reason why he did that, is mainly because he was feeling guilty after causing a car crash that killed 7 persons, including his loved one, his wife.<br />Througout this 2 hour long movie, Ben is constantly testing and determining the people he is about to help, and also being tested at the same time as he stumbled upon Emily who he fell in love with, at last.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I highly recommend this movie to everyone of you here, I can assure that you will THINK and FEEL alot from 7 Pounds, by Will Smith, and it is probably going to change your mindset and attitude towards life.</span><br /></span><br /><br />Xiao Ming<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-1393991222422223432?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-52410665837017355982009-01-14T19:19:00.007+08:002009-01-14T20:36:03.586+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">* I would like to dedicate this posting to the war victims of Israel - Palestine fire exchange. God bless our world*</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SW3Z24At2EI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DB59IT9sE5w/s1600-h/refugees.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SW3Z24At2EI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DB59IT9sE5w/s400/refugees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291124674001754178" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">No people should be made victims for the sake of religion. No people should ever make religion as an excuse to victimize others. I hereby strongly condemn BOTH Hamas and Israeli government for their selfish actio</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">ns to spark another never ending dispute and pain in the strip of Gaza</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">. Treasure the food and water</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> we consume, and a good night's sleep that we often forget to appreciate.</span></span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SW3Z2syXoEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qw_Z4xuG0VQ/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SW3Z2syXoEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qw_Z4xuG0VQ/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291124670988787778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lerkud! Lerkud!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">卡利被父亲仓促的呼唤声叫醒后，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">听到的第一个字。。。跑！</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">还在揉着惺忪的双眼，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">他们早已逃出了那半砖屋，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">在爸爸的怀抱中</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">和人群奔去了</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">一道似阳光般刺眼的焰火</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">划过了加萨的领空</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">接着便是轰炸的震动</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">爸爸曾经说过：</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">“只要你们还能过看得到炮火，</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">听得到惨叫，</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">还有感觉得到烈痛和害怕，</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">你们还是有得救的。”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">卡利虽然害怕，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">但是还是一声不发，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">他在心里祷告，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">希望睁开眼睛的时候，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">他还能感觉到</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">父亲胸膛前</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">那频密的心跳</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">而不是</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">子弹和战车的咆哮</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">不知道已经几多个小时</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">的畏惧</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">还有耳边的母亲不断的哭泣</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">他感觉得到</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">父亲的脚步开始放缓</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">因该是累了</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">喘息声依然不断</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">泪和汗，几乎湿遍了那破洞的睡衣</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">当那害怕的小脸孔，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">悄悄地偷瞄向</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">梦界外的地狱，</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">卡利发现到，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">快要黎明了</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">还有</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">身边有好多好多</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">父母亲和孩子</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">甚至是单亲，或残缺的家人</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">和自己一样</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">依然没有放弃</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">朝向那几百米外的</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">红新月难民营</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">他偷偷的，</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">在战乱的烽火下</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">露出了那久违的 微笑</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">-------------------------</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">当人们在忙着争辩</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">谁对，</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">谁不对，</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">哪里是谁的圣地</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">什么才是人类的真正信仰</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">的时候，</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">最清纯，最受渴望的</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">却是被现实</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">迫压着的</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">生命。</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SW3Z2rZlopI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YtnijewtUB4/s1600-h/refugees4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SW3Z2rZlopI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YtnijewtUB4/s400/refugees4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291124670616412818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SW3Z2uenegI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-p7ij5zbk6s/s1600-h/colom03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SW3Z2uenegI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-p7ij5zbk6s/s400/colom03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291124671442811394" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">小明<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-5241066583701735598?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-26953728695848895772009-01-13T19:24:00.006+08:002009-01-13T19:57:27.182+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Do you befriend others out of your own benefits, only?<br />Have you came across a situation whereby you make friend with a person because you know he/she has got what you want? And perhaps so, you even think that you can make use of him/her for your own good in the future?<br /><br />It is sad that people nowadays are so realistic, demanding, and self-centered.<br /><br />I have a few "friends" of that kind as well, but at least I'm not irritated because they did not cause me much trouble, and most importantly, I'm not like them.<br /><br />People have been asking me to approach a certain group of people, mix with them, so that I can retrieve some benefits that they claimed, would make my life easier. Yes, I know it helps a lot to have friends giving you a helping hand when you're alone and in trouble, but, </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >IS THAT the ONLY reason why we make friends?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />Haiz... So scared I'd be like that one day.<br /><br /><br /><br />Xiao Ming</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-2695372869584889577?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-87265965940968683902009-01-09T20:07:00.002+08:002009-01-09T20:11:39.276+08:00Today spent a WHOLE afternoon in the city, and I witnessed a never-before-tsunami hitting the Australian coastline.<br /><br /><br />I am serious. It was really a tsunami.<br /><br />It happened right after an airplane flew by my friend crashed into the Swan River.<br />If this thing happened in BM, then Tokun would have been destroyed by half of its original size.<br /><br />No joking. 做人不可以乱乱放飞机。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-8726596594096868390?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-81831996032951026902009-01-07T18:35:00.003+08:002009-01-07T18:49:33.246+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >(草于2008年12月8日）</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SWSIe-xygGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-tvy4elEuos/s1600-h/poverty-picture.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 412px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SWSIe-xygGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-tvy4elEuos/s400/poverty-picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288501928269086818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">经过通往淡文的新邦安八联邦大道，<br />我想起了前年的那位<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">流动小贩</span></span><br />被人撞倒了，司机慢都没慢下来，踩了油门就走人。<br /><br />停下来看看，翻覆的摩托车压着在呻吟的马来仔；<br />把他扶了起来，<br />只见满地爆裂的包装sirap，<br />零食，<br />还有十几片法式煎面包。<br /><br />这时路边的摩托骑士都停下来，<br />拔刀相助，<br />有的帮忙捡起包装食物，<br />有的忙着把摩托推向路边，<br />有的还在安抚这吓呆了的那青年。<br /><br />虽然只有几道皮外伤，<br />但是场面很狼狈，很凄凉<br /><br />我从口袋掏出了仅剩的二十令吉，传递给他；<br /><br />他仍然恍惚的眼神，似乎有话要和我说，<br />但始终那张发抖的嘴巴， 无法合拢，<br />我转身就走了。<br /><br />我不是故意的，<br />而是我顶不住那种场面，<br />当时的气氛，<br />还有一些回忆，<br />让我很难受。<br /><br />Abang, 你还好吧？<br /><br /><br />这意外不止令人心寒，<br />而且还提醒了我，<br />世上还有许许多多的穷人家<br />每一天在为三餐，<br />依靠劳力，<br />耗尽青春<br />赚取那连我们都不稀罕的微薄收入。<br /><br />那种sirap mawar颜色水<br />那黄姜粉煎出来的面包，<br />你们都有吃过吗？<br /><br />别说战乱国家的难民<br />更别说非洲的饥民<br /><br />看看您的四周<br />就已经足以<br />让你发现到，<br />其实对上天埋怨太多，<br />也是一种罪过。<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">小明<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-8183199603295102690?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-42179738820737956842009-01-06T15:34:00.003+08:002009-01-06T20:34:10.870+08:00<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >What is Feeling?<br /><br />and what is Pondan?<br /><br />Let's give them a rock.....</span><br /><br /><br />Here comes the story of a chinese boy<br />when he feels sucks he say "Damn you , ok?"<br />when he go to school people call him "Hey there! gay gay!"<br />when he fail his test, his momma cut him like cooking a stingray<br /><br />Ugly girl chase me I say "you wanna get me yo ?"<br />I say "you gotta wait till i say so"<br />you tell me you wanna marry me coz you're old<br />but I say I'm not yet lomo<br /><br />He wanna chase girl one day<br />He say " walau you're so cute" instead of " I Love You Babe"<br />The girl slapped him and turned away<br />Then only he realized that girls nowadays are no play play<br /><br />Budak Cina got a big dream some day<br />He wanna become Malaysian's first spaceman<br />But who knows, Muzzafar told him, "No way, I'm the man"<br />"You thought the cockpit got so BIG punya space meh?"<br /><br />Of course, he never give up anyway lor<br />Got time also go taman kap lui lor<br />At least got kesi kesi jogging got slim jor<br />When you ask him" Go taman what for?"<br />He say:" Exercise lor!"<br /><br />When boy boy blog about his love story<br />friends say story too sad , must change already<br />when boy boy wrote in his blog " You PoRaaaaa lar Value Sammi !"<br />friends say he too rude and too racist<br /><br />So, he asks himself, " what kind of feeling is this?"<br />Feel Shit Eat Shit and got shit, but why cannot say "shit!"?<br />Then if feel happy wanna say " I'm a dead meat?"<br />Then if feel sucky wanna say " walau, I'm so happy!"?<br /><br />Mama say if got Sai must pang chut lai,<br />Cannot 3 days baru go toilet ki gek sai,<br />If Bak Jiu Zheng ki lai,<br />Must be you always Luan Luan lai!<br /><br />Anyhow, Internet is a weird place to lepak-ing<br />write things cannot always write betul feeling<br />so if you ask me,<br />"what the F*** is this??"<br />then I'll tell you,<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THIS IS PONDAN FEELING!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I think ppl dont get this too clearly:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Definition of Pondan : Not Boy Not Girl, Not Man Not Woman, Not Aunty Not Uncle, Not 3 Not 4. Which means, it is UNUSUAL!!!!!!!!!)</span><br /><br /><br /><br />xiaoming<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-4217973882073795684?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-43201995094738436192009-01-06T15:04:00.004+08:002009-01-06T15:23:18.545+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >（草于 12月11日2008年）</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SWMGmc2YUNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BbKpvDsMEts/s1600-h/MilkyWayRoad_landolfi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SWMGmc2YUNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BbKpvDsMEts/s320/MilkyWayRoad_landolfi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288077645112168658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">我失败后<br />总是<span style="font-weight: bold;">沉默</span><br />安静的<br /><br />看着还未 <span style="font-style: italic;">起飞</span><br />但已 <span style="font-style: italic;">折翼</span> 的感情<br />想告诉你<br />我会很在意<br /><br />不是因为被你瞧不起<br /><br />而是我未曾告诉你<br />我，喜欢了你<br /><br />但<br />因为无能为力<br />所以才选择放弃<br /><br />我为何<span style="font-weight: bold;">沉默</span><br /><br />我的影子，为什么<br /><br />只反映<br />被嫌弃的自己<br /><br />却没有，<br />被接纳的结局<br /><br />难道你是在等待<br />我对你坦率<br /><br />“你是最棒的女孩，你最美丽！”？<br /><br /><br />我<span style="font-weight: bold;">沉默</span><br />因为崎岖的情路<br />告诉我<br />要稍微让步于现实<br /><br />才能倾听到<br />她对我的<br /><br />怨气<br /><br />反感<br /><br /><br />也许是时候<br />我来安静<br /><br />来洗耳恭听<br /><br />让我来思考<br /><br />为何我只有一条大路<br />通往<span style="font-weight: bold;">沉默</span>的结局。<br /><br /></div><br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-4320199509473843619?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-82190833897869392632009-01-04T12:01:00.006+08:002009-01-04T12:44:12.365+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SWA9rCIC46I/AAAAAAAAAIs/em1zBtoOOtw/s1600-h/cow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SWA9rCIC46I/AAAAAAAAAIs/em1zBtoOOtw/s320/cow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287293772047246242" border="0" /></a>The not-so-cow Cow i drew in <span style="font-style: italic;">Paint</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Things happened every minute and second in our lives, whether you like it or not. 2008 had been quite a memorable year to me, but at the same time it is a bit distress to look back at it all the time since 1st of January. What's worse is that, time does not stop just because it is a brand new year for everyone to have a fresh start. Time and tide wait for no men.<br /><br />I've set my own new year resolutions, and they're of No big goals or unreachable targets. I set realistic goals, or I shall say the most basic things that I should do.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Concentrate on my studies. Put full force in catching up lessons I've missed or forgotten.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />2. Pass all papers, at least, a pass.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />3. Sleep early.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />4. Get rid my addiction towards MSN Messenger and internet. This is serious.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />5. Exercise regularly. Even though I might not have enough time for that or I might be tired after uni lessons, I want to keep myself fit and alert all the time.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />6. Put off weight > 15 KGs at least.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />7. Pick up the local accent as soon as possible.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />8. Always hold onto my principle "Can see but no touch".</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />9. Always be in a state of "high-motivation". Reduce my taste for melancholic elements.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />10.Get a part time work and fit it in well into my schedule soon after my course starts.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />11. Importing in an organ/keyboard into my room! This is a must!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I must do it I must do it I must do it, be yourself again dude!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />ANOTHER ISSUE ON KEPO-CHI-ING</span></span><br /><br />Being a Kepo Chi is not a bad thing. People can gossip and have fun talking about others personal problems. But it will cause A LOT of unnecessary misunderstanding and also problem just because of the "<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">ke-Kepo-Chi-an</span>" of someone.<br /><br />Never intend to do things or make decisions for me. I call that kind of action "KePO".<br />When I say something is OVER, I really mean it. I do not wish to recall or being reminded of old stuffs over and over again. Yea, I'm that kind of people that get moody quite easily, but the LAST THING I would ever expect people to give me is sympathy. I dont need Sympathy from Anyone. I dont like being treated like a sicko or as someone looking for attention all the time. My thinking in some aspects might be a little bit immatured sometimes, but that doesnt mean that I can't handle myself well. As I said above, I'll be less sadist and become more of a happy go lucky man.<br /><br />So, one thing for my friends,<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />You <span style="font-weight: bold;">Can</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kepo <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">WITH</span> ME</span>, but <span style="font-weight: bold;">NOT Kepo <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">FOR</span> ME</span>. ok? DONT KEPO FOR ME! DONT DONT DONT!</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Happy New Year to everyone! Let's celebrate 2009!<br /><br /><br />xiaoming<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-8219083389786939263?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-32052244077609870292009-01-03T08:57:00.001+08:002009-01-03T08:58:37.943+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SV64Kg7zQiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oVhZ6SKSUbg/s1600-h/369909527_b93cc08593.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SV64Kg7zQiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oVhZ6SKSUbg/s320/369909527_b93cc08593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286865503358501410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">这边夏日的蓝天<br />是片空荡的告白<br />没有云朵<br />只有无限的寂静<br />还有小时的画面<br />和期待<br /><br />这里的微风<br />是阵中学时的闹钟响<br />把赖床的的脑袋<br />从无谓的幻想<br />和痴等里<br />拍了醒来<br /><br />这儿的星空<br />是个无声的审讯<br />就连蟋蟀的叫声<br />也是围攻试的盘问<br />无奈的双手托着下巴<br />等待那讥讽的判词<br /><br />这都是西澳<br />给我的见面礼<br /><br />但<br />我的天空<br />依然有希望的白云<br /><br />依旧保留着没实现的梦想<br /><br />还有<br /><br />少不了<br /><br />好久以前，<br />为自己作出的判决<br /><br />“我要爱你，直到永远”<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />小明<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-3205224407760987029?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-82599416716012846192009-01-02T14:43:00.006+08:002009-01-02T21:28:43.686+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">此稿草于12月31日2008年</span><br /><br /><br />日历已撕到最后一页了<br />但我的心情<br />早在去年的今天停顿着<br />充满抱负<br />一年了<br />我，干了什么？<br />　<br />－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">事业</span><br />事业还不算什么。收存起来的钱，够我买一张单程机票，买些行李，几条二手寒衣，还有好几百块的外汇。 执教一年里，最值得的事，那短暂的授课经验；把在边沿徘徊的学生拉回正途，给活在无光世界的失明学生好好上了几堂课。还有，MSN 也无端端多处了百多个学生来。 真是的。<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">家庭</span><br />对不起爸妈，让你们为我操心了十几年。当我心情低落的时候，看到你们有心无力的眼神，我觉得很不应该。刚刚读了老妈子给我写的那封电邮。恭喜您终于会发送电邮了，但我却忍不住眼泪决堤了。谢谢你们一向来很坚强的陪伴我，祝福我，爱我。 哥哥弟弟们，也许是吵了一场又一场，但有时我知道自己错了，只不过我固执，我放不下面子向你们道歉，说声对不起。<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">感情</span><br />我学会了珍惜眼前的一切，学会了自我奖励；也在同一年里，我失去了信心，同时也忘记了怎么看开放下。这也导致我在这一方面，觉得自己受了很多委屈。我踏错了路线，因为我喜欢你，但没能告诉你。不知道，我会喜欢你，到何时，何日。。。<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">朋友</span><br />朋友聚了又散，各忙各的大学事务。从一个很渴望有朋友的家伙，到一个喜欢静静写部落格的独行侠，我 希望在星加坡，美国，英国，马来西亚 的朋友，以后有期再会！<br />年头被ＦＯＲＭ６　ＣＯＭＭＩＴＴＥＥ 叫回学校充数，　给新人讲话。但真想不到，却因此认识了几个９０年代先锋（１９９０年的“马仔”），　Angelia, Blue Ice, Dowie, Yf, LCY 还有久没重逢的Ｄｅｎｎｉｓ。要特别感谢你们，在我这一整年里，　整天被逼要听我讲心事，还有更加惨的是还强迫你们读肉麻的ＬＩＶＥＳＴＡＴＩＯＮ。搞不好你们变成我的辅导师。　哈！多谢！<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ｌｉｖｅ　Ｓｔａｔｉｏｎ　</span><br />有一些朋友都有来看看，但是发觉并不是很多人喜欢。<br />无论如何，<br />它不停的在记载，我人生中上演的片段<br />过去　　未来　　都有说不完的　　感觉<br />我觉得，其中我最满意的作品是<a href="http://livestation.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html">傍 晚 的 秋 蚕</a>，<a href="http://livestation.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_09.html">回家</a>，<a href="http://livestation.blogspot.com/2008/08/behind-braille.html">Behind the Braille</a>，<a href="http://livestation.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html">风筝飞</a>，<a href="http://livestation.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_12.html">低音提琴</a>，<a href="http://livestation.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html">下雨</a>，<a href="http://livestation.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_19.html">字迹的迴响</a>　还有最近的　<a href="http://livestation.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_04.html">外婆</a>。　满意不是因为他们够麻，而我觉得，最能表达出自己说不出的一些感觉。<br /><br />但恐怕，新一年不会允许我写下去。但只要有机会，我还是会尽量写下去的！！！！！　哈哈。<br /><br /><br />－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－<br /><br />信心在自家的土地上<br />一次次受到波折，打击。<br />我离开马来西亚出走了<br />那我能否够担保<br />明年的今天，<br />我不会再有同样的颓废感？<br />乐观点，应该可以瓜！<br /><br />为２００８年做了这个大总结<br />愿我能把<br />遗憾<br />抛下这时代的列车<br /><br />我不要再顾虑<br />不要再有萎靡不振的心灵<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >‘０９年，放马过来吧！</span><br /><br /><br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-8259941671601284619?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-5121169227242148522008-12-27T21:59:00.004+08:002008-12-27T22:05:56.884+08:00<div><span style="font-size:130%;">Had a really nice drawing competition on MSN</span></div><div>Tools allowed : ONLY MSN drawing tools</div><div>Time: As long as you want</div><div>And the title of my artwork is " Malcolm In the Middle " !</div><div>Number of Contenders: Me and Dowie</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284469778291711586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SVY1Q9ldXmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZFpGbZQazc0/s320/1111111111111111.bmp" border="0" /></div><br /><p align="center">Title of my artwork : Malcolm In The Middle</p><p align="center">Total marks given :95% out of 100%</p><p align="center">Opponent : Didnt draw, so I am the official winner of MSN Messenger Drawing Competition 2008!</p><p align="center">WOOO HOOO!</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">xiaoMing</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">(thanks Dowie for letting me win! BLEK)</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-512116922724214852?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-58837259919121495382008-12-27T20:28:00.003+08:002008-12-27T21:07:54.819+08:00<strong>To remember something is freakingly easy</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>BUT</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>To forget something, especially someone special to you</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>you can never easily shed it away from your head.</strong><br /><br /><br />I dont think she knows my <em>LiveStation</em> blog<br /><br />and probably<br /><br />she doesnt even know who I am<br /><br />But the impact I received from her<br />was so strong.<br /><br />She doesnt have good shape<br />She doesnt look so smart<br />She doesnt sound so sweet<br /><br />BUT<br /><br />She changed my point of view on me, myself.<br />She had practically led me to a new path and direction of my own thinking.<br /><br /><br /><strong>I know this sounds weird, but believe me, this feelings, to me, is very weird too. </strong><br /><br />I'm given a chance to start over a new life here<br />but honestly, can I really make it?<br />Can I just forget about her?<br /><br /><br /><br />XiaoMing<br /><br />Disclosure: This is not love-at-first-sight. This is not even a Love issue. It's about feelings. It's about miracle of life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-5883725991912149538?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-75179633254340590792008-12-24T21:44:00.004+08:002008-12-24T22:06:29.642+08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4IFtqDQtiEQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4IFtqDQtiEQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4IFtqDQtiEQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></object><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >A very nice version of We Wish You a Merry Christmas, by Relient K!<br />And also, from LiveStation, wishing all of you a really fabulous one this year!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">so we'll drive as fast as we can go</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > through the black night, black ice and all snow</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > till we see some street signs that we know</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > we're coming home</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > good tidings we bring</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > to you and your kin</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > good tidings for Christmas and a Happy New Year</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > we wish you a</span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Merry Christmas</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > we wish you a </span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Merry Christmas</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > we wish you a </span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Merry Christmas</span></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >, and a <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Happy New Year</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > we wish you a </span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Merry Christmas</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > we wish you a </span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Merry Christmas</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > we wish you a </span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Merry Christmas</span></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >, and a <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Happy New Year</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > And so when the words we sing are gone</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > i pray God's blessing continues on</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > We laugh and compliment this</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Merry Christmas</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > good tidings we bring</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > to you and your kin</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > good tidings for Christmas and a <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Happy New Year</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > we wish you a </span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Merry Christmas</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > we wish you a </span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Merry Christmas</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > we wish you a </span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Merry Christmas</span></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >, and a <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Happy new Year</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > we wish you a <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Merry Christmas</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > we wish you a <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Merry Christmas</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"> we wish you a </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Merry Christmas</span><span style="font-size:100%;">, and a </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Happy New Year</span><span style="font-size:100%;">!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />XiaoMing 2008 Christmas Eve<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-7517963325434059079?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-17867092110583085762008-12-23T11:33:00.003+08:002008-12-23T12:37:03.166+08:00悄悄地划过<br />印度洋上的领空<br />我已在海拔几千尺<br />在审视<br />毫无动静的<br />云朵<br />和蓝天<br /><br />这一回的空中巴士<br />只是个五个小时<br />的旅途<br />但它飞往的<br />并不只是西澳的<br />珀斯<br />而是<br />将由我自己<br />主宰<br />赢。输<br />的未来<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >7时15分</span><br /><br />这时，<br />左边的机翼外<br />是渐渐深染<br />灰色的忧虑<br /><br />不过<br />机身的右方外<br />却是正火烧，耀眼<br />的优美夕阳<br /><br />这好比<br />人生总会有的<br />两个抉择<br /><br />听着耳机的“日本恋人”，是空中最浪漫的时刻<br /><br />独霸一排机位，是遥远的旅程， 最寂寞，空虚的一段路途<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >7时43分</span><br /><br />铁鸟的左翼<br />已是朝向闪灼的<br />南极星追去了<br /><br />但右翼才开始<br />淡去深橙色的热情<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">你说<br />人生里<br />拿起 和 放下<br />堕落 和 前进<br />也只不过<br /><br />像是飞机<br />左右翼外的<br />一边儿暗<br />一边儿明<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />也只不过是<br />理念 和 视角<br />的一线之差？</span><br /><br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-1786709211058308576?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-16534583548927075322008-12-21T15:12:00.002+08:002008-12-21T15:25:59.621+08:00I would like to wish all of you here a Merry Christmas, and also a wonderful year ahead.<br /><br />Sent a few presents to friends just before I left BM. Sorry if I missed you out, I was in a rush and not everyone received my cards this year. :(<br /><br />Well, Christmas is all about Joy and Hope, right?<br />Hope you all enjoy the Christmas celebration this year!<br /><br />I'm now in no mood to write much. Anyhow, getting a little bit overexcited since yesterday. Haha<br /><br /><br />A million thanks to the wishes and blessings from all of you guys and girls!<br /><br /><br />Good Bye, and Take Care!<br /><br /><br />Xiao Ming<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-1653458354892707532?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-78122825447144121142008-12-17T21:21:00.002+08:002008-12-17T22:11:50.813+08:00Counting days is not an easy thing to do.<br /><br />You gotta withstand the boredom, although you have lots of things to do<br /><br />You gotta battle the homesick feeling, although you've not even left you house.<br /><br />You gotta get over the feeling of regret, although things from the past do not matter anymore.<br /><br />You gotta manage pressures and the loneliness lie ahead, although at this moment you have family and friends accompanying you most of the time.<br /><br />You gotta taste some tasteless foods meals after meals, although they're very awesome hawker foods that you used to like so much.<br /><br />And these feelings made me feeling like,<br />I'm dining my last supper,<br />every meal and every day and night,<br />starting from the day I started counting my days.<br /><br /><br /><br />Xiao Ming<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-7812282544714412114?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-82253135606415109822008-12-16T19:29:00.002+08:002008-12-16T19:37:03.953+08:00Ah mate.. Seeing you depart to oversea, again, makes me feel a little bit uneasy. When will we meet again? You might already become a father of 10 children the next time we could meet each other.... Or worse, I become a grandfather of a gigantic 100 people family already, including grandchildren and great grandchildren.<br /><br />Sad huh? I don't have a word here to exactly express my feelings. It is weird.<br /><br /><br />Take care when you're away from home !<br /><br /><br />XiaoMing<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-8225313560641510982?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-6008082044738275942008-12-14T01:49:00.002+08:002008-12-14T02:54:25.304+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">有谁知道<br />现在大山脚的大街<br />从前是个被山上的山地人家，<br />挑着一担担的小石子，<br />从一个烂荒地<br />铺出来的繁华？<br /><br />有谁知道<br />大山脚的火车站<br />是举国闻名,<br />最主要的火车必经之道？<br /><br />有谁知道<br />大山脚的<span style="font-style: italic;"> 武拉必</span><br />曾是在513事件<br />为受欺侮的华人<br />在投降之际<br />争回一口气的起源地之一？<br /><br />有谁知道<br />大山脚曾经拥有<br />最大的信用卡伪造中心<br />最大的地下赌博集团<br />等？<br /><br />有谁知道<br />大山脚巴东埔区国会议员<br />安华<br />曾是日新国中的教员？<br />还曾经为日新向政府争取到<br />那一点点的建校津贴？<br /><br />有谁知道<br />大山脚的马章武莫（machang bubok)<br />是个客家新村？<br /><br />有谁知道<br />大山脚的人们<br />对政府渴望的<br />不是 美丽的大路<br />不是 华而不实的政府建筑物<br />不是 永远不会塞不会臭的水沟<br />不是 “帮忙”华社筹款， 整天自夸服务第一的议员<br />不是 “帮忙”优秀生“上诉”奖学金的议员<br />不是 在南美园大操场上，提供晨运训练<br /><br />而，大山脚人们的心中<br />希望<br />孩子们拥有公平竞争的机会<br />孩子们拥有安全的环境成长<br />孩子们拥有受保护的公民权<br />孩子们拥有会辩论，思考及行事能力的护守者<br /><br />有谁知道<br />大山脚<br />一向来默默地为日新献出的<br />除了教师学生董事部<br />还有庇护着华教的<br />福德正神？<br /><br />有谁知道<br />大山脚 TOKUN<br />那条山路的<br />花冈石阶梯<br />有了上千年的历史？<br /><br />有谁知道<br />大山脚山上的电讯塔，<br /><br />已从原本的三个，增加到四个了?<br /><br />那四个电讯塔，这几天都没有亮灯了？<br /><br />那在黑夜里照明的小红火，去了哪里？<br /><br /><br />有谁知道，<br />大山脚有个男孩<br />在倒数之前，已迷恋了<br />与大山脚的这一段感情<br /><br />怕倒数之后，<br />还会舍不得<br />一个旅者，<br />和这片土地的回忆。<br /></span> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-600808204473827594?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-483500381206340112008-12-12T23:05:00.004+08:002008-12-12T23:23:01.131+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SUJ_XCrv9hI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gqQcJMneDlg/s1600-h/U637P55T4D22952F50DT20040716125652.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SUJ_XCrv9hI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gqQcJMneDlg/s320/U637P55T4D22952F50DT20040716125652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278921747065730578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">儿时的梦想，偏偏只能在梦里实现。。</span>。<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">众多人的眼里，几米是个伟大的画家。许多人认为几米改变了亚洲人的思维模式，打破了传统式的漫画构架。<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SUJ_QPEXBmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fRks4UJOiog/s1600-h/Img222603617.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SUJ_QPEXBmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fRks4UJOiog/s320/Img222603617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278921630131095138" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">但对我来说，画家只是几米的副业。<br /><br />在几米成千上万的单画里，每一幅都是如此的特别</span><span style="font-size:130%;">和新鲜；</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />特别在他的画中里隐含的信息，新鲜在他任何一张画里都有无限的想象空间。<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SUJ_QeLBKwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hGY9L3rCvhM/s1600-h/r_%E5%87%A0%E7%B1%B323.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SUJ_QeLBKwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hGY9L3rCvhM/s320/r_%E5%87%A0%E7%B1%B323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278921634185554690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">为何夜晚给我无限的想象？星星和月亮，晚了，早点儿睡吧。</span><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">给一个牙牙学语的小孩儿，几米的画能启发年幼孩子的思考<br /><br />给一个像我这样七老八老的人家，那彩色生动的画面可以间接的帮我表达，方块字无法形容的奥妙<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />他，是个真正的思想家</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">也是个，无声的哲学家</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SUJ_Pi7QVoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dp0qxQrDR8I/s1600-h/jimmy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SUJ_Pi7QVoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dp0qxQrDR8I/s320/jimmy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278921618281748098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">心中冰天雪地的时候，我们，遇上了彼此。。。</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SUJ_PZi9BPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JN96_ZKqzok/s1600-h/013m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SUJ_PZi9BPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JN96_ZKqzok/s320/013m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278921615763899634" border="0" /></a>一望无际的大海和蓝空，确实有点安静，但是却很舒服。。<br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SUJ_Pnid3BI/AAAAAAAAAHc/yXXx_8boixs/s1600-h/200722681115933.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/SUJ_Pnid3BI/AAAAAAAAAHc/yXXx_8boixs/s320/200722681115933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278921619519953938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">在游乐园里，迷失在Marry Go Round 的旋转里</span><br /></div><br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-48350038120634011?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-64600042897982507092008-12-12T15:37:00.004+08:002008-12-12T16:19:08.736+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Yup. I admit that I held a girl's hand when I was in standard one.<br /><br />To be precise,during the <span style="font-weight: bold;">FIRST</span> school <span style="font-weight: bold;">Day</span> of standard one.<br /><br />While other parents were busy dragging their crying kids into the school in the first day, I was left outside the school and searched my way in to the school compound. Halfway, I met this girl, Koh. She was just like me, alone and heading to no where in the school. Did not remember exactly how we get to know each other so "fast", we held our hands, side by side, carrying our school bags and follow the crowd to the gathering spot.<br /><br />My parents asked me how was my first day at school.<br /><br />I told them I held a girls hand into our class room.<br /><br />I remember how my mom reacted.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >" AIYO! Cannot simply touch girls one you know!"</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">My first physical encounter with a girl during my first day of school,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">shook the dinner table, hard,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">with my dad choked by the rice in his mouth</span>.<br /><br />I think my dad and mom have already forgotten about that incident, but I'm sure it had somewhat traumatized their subconscious mind for a few years after that. That is why I was constantly being asked, or "investigated" of my "friendships" with females at school, until the end of my primary school life.<br /><br />Spending six years of tears and laughter in SRJK (C) Jit Sin B is never a waste of time in my life. Although I am still wondering if I had really learned how to do + - x / when I was in primary school, each and every moment I fooled around the school has very profound impact in building my personal character afterward.<br /><br />And also, I would like to thank all my SRJK (C) Jit Sin B teachers for their sacrifices and also for their "special" attention throughout my entire study life in that school.<br /><br /><br />Xiao Ming<br /><br />(Disclosure: Koh and I were in the same class for a few years, and went into the same high school, no special relationships formed between two of us though. But we are still friends and, I still remember what happened to us in the first day of my school. LoL)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-6460004289798250709?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-23425802080311065492008-12-12T11:15:00.004+08:002008-12-12T16:09:12.543+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Received complaints from relatives recently<br />for not being able to communicate with them<br />using proper English<br /><br />This reminded me of how the late Mdm Phan taught me English Language.<br />She caned me for not knowing what does "Goods" means.<br />I used to be so afraid of her<br />and her Xtra Large rattan cane.<br /><br />However,<br />she died in a car accident 2 years after i graduated from primary school. I couldn't sleep for nights because of that, and I felt terribly sorry for making her angry in almost every English lesson.<br /><br />And I remember<br />I was still struggling to pass my English paper in Form1<br />when Mrs Theshilla failed my tests for a few times, in one year.<br />Then only I knew, that my English sucks.<br /><br />I was encouraged by my form two English teacher, Lau Lai Yong who gave me a beautiful 80marks for my term exam. I was so crazy for English till I tried memorizing my pocket dictionary. Then after this, Lee Lai Peng, also another good English teacher who helped me to pass my PMR English papers. I suspected Lau Lai Yong and Lee Lai Peng were mother-daughter teaching in SMJK Jit Sin. Haha.<br /><br />My command of English has not improved much since then, till now.<br /><br /><br />I was really in a deep thought, again, yesterday, after being complained for my "multiple conviction" of Language crime.<br /><br /><br />Well, yeah... Gotta pick up another English novel soon.. LoL<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Xiao Ming</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-2342580208031106549?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-61879876500981567412008-12-11T12:55:00.005+08:002008-12-12T16:09:30.047+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">So many things left behind<br />So many words I've missed<br />And thousands of seconds I've wasted alone<br /><br />One thing I'll never forget<br />is how I used to let chances slipped away<br /><br />The hardest part in life<br />is not<br />to endure failure and pain<br /><br />but is<br />not having enough courage<br />to prosecute.<br /><br /><br />Same explanation for<br /><br />The Pain<br />of not having something<br />is not as great as losing something precious<br />right from your control<br /><br />Ah... don't you think thats true?<br /><br /><br />Xiao Ming</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-6187987650098156741?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-36676965172895201872008-12-11T02:16:00.002+08:002008-12-11T02:20:45.230+08:00不知道是几时开始<br />我又了深深的黑眼圈<br />虽然累到双眼都红了<br />四肢已开始不受脑袋控制<br />都还坚持不睡。<br /><br />我总觉得，<br /><br />还有很多事情没办完<br />我不可以浪费一刻一秒<br /><br />有了黑眼圈，也要撑下去<br /><br />毕竟已没多久<br />可以让我在这里拖拉<br />怠惰。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-3667696517289520187?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-32313545403427944212008-12-09T00:47:00.002+08:002008-12-09T00:52:13.050+08:00Can't believe today is already 9th December 2008.<br /><br />Undefined Feelings Detected - Error Cannot be Fixed.<br /> :S LoL<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-3231354540342794421?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-18910242762068219452008-12-04T21:06:00.014+08:002008-12-05T02:05:28.394+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/STf8xoqyKkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/12DF390gpX4/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/STf8xoqyKkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/12DF390gpX4/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275963418148481602" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">熟悉的路途</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />今天在摇晃的车上，大家都显得特别的安静。大概是全部人都睡着了吧。<br /><br />在去年的九月，往南直下的车厢里，也是如此；大家都沉默不言，这一回并不是被遥远的旅途累坏了，而大家都在静静的，呆滞的压抑自己的心情。南北大道两旁的绿色柚木大树，一株接一株，一排排的从车镜外的边界划过，这时万物都似在向后狂奔去，企图把过去给追回来；但惟有那片蓝天的云朵，看起来懒洋洋的，缓缓地，反映停滞在时空的每一个小插曲。我虽视寂静为人生享受，但这样的死沉的宁谧开始把我的脖子越捏越紧；我领教到了脑子空白，缺氧的感觉。<br /><br />爹开的车子在高速行驶时候，发出的噪音，早已被妈妈脸上的愁郁盖过。我在家门口接到这个恶讯，心中虽然很难受，但是还挺平静的收拾行李，把政府考试的时间表搁置在一旁，上了车子后就一直寻找着感觉。<br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />以前外婆有双小红鞋。是布制的，中国制造。鞋上镶满了五颜六色的小珠子，在耀眼的闪亮中有一对毛茸茸的小花球。自从舅母把这双小红鞋送给外婆后，老人家几乎不曾赤脚过；不管是上厕所，出街或是用餐，都是有它穿在脚上。当初啊，连舅母要为她洗澡的时候，外婆都还嚷着不要脱鞋，但最后见大家都不禁的笑起来的时候，她才有点不好意思地乖乖就范。<br /><br />直到近一两年，在最后一次春节回去瓜拉比劳的时候，外婆睡着的双人床旁，还是摆着那一双小红鞋，但是像被光阴削弱的外婆这样，小红鞋又旧又脏；珠子也差不多已经脱光了。外婆似乎有知觉我在身旁，顿时醒了过来。她虽然已经无法行走；就连要在床上翻个身子都有困难，看见了我， 她双臂开始慢慢的往床的表面压下去。我愣住了，赶紧向前托着他已有点松脱的背脊，支撑着她，再缓缓地矫正外婆的位置，坐在床角上。望着那颈部支柱套掐着的颈项，身躯已暴瘦得不成形的外婆，我双手紧抱着她，问候："外婆，你还好吧?" 她似乎没有听到我对他说话，双脚不停随意摆动。<br />原来，她在努力的把小红鞋穿上。<br /><br />妈妈走入了房门，和外婆笑谈了一下，一口流利的客话对她问道：<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">“ah ma, ngi ki tet ai zat fui zai mao?”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">" 妈妈，你还记得这个肥子吗？"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">外婆：“ki tet....ki tet.... ngi eh lai hao liang zai wor....hao tai zat....um hiao pui la..”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> “记得。。。记得。。。你的儿子好英俊喔。。 好大只。。。不会肥啦。。”</span><br /><br />妈妈又一脸笑盈盈的看着我，又问外婆 :<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">" ah ma, ngi kon ngai eh lai kho yi dang yi sang mao?"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">" 妈妈，你看我这个儿子，能不能当个医生？”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">这时外婆的脸色一变，认真起来了。妈妈只是开开玩笑的故意戏弄我而已，怎知，她，睁大双眼，很专心的凝视我的脸。看上看下， 最后满意的点点头说：</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">“tet”</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />“可以”</span><br /><br />知道我不谙客话， 外婆继续用华语说：<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">“以后啊，你当了医生后，记得，要把外婆的病医好。。”</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">“外婆老了，没用了，但是还是会等你做医生.."</span><br /><br />我听了不懂要如何是好，便逞强的微笑，向外婆点点头。外婆的嘴角也弯了上来，露出没有假牙套的那张小嘴。<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">另一次见到外婆，她已经安详的躺在棺木里。她睡着的颜容依旧是我最熟悉的脸孔；只不过不知为何，我那时已像个委屈的小男孩，<br /><br />崩溃，绝望；<br /><br />心灵喘息在泪海里。</span><br /><br />---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br />八个小时的路途已经把屁股给震个麻痹了，<br />进入了老屋，我轻轻的推开那扇木门。<br />床上是没人的，<br />但那双小红鞋，<br />依然像上次那样摆放在一旁。<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">这时坐在床边，<br />仿佛又听见外婆说：</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">"liang zai, 外婆会等你的！"</span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br />小明<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/STf8xYnJJ8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/PIe1Cq-SsuE/s1600-h/Untitledwaipo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr7Oi6FCbnk/STf8xYnJJ8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/PIe1Cq-SsuE/s320/Untitledwaipo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275963413838243778" border="0" /></a><br />（Livestation 云朵的照片下这一句 " Please wait for me there, promise I'll meet you someday"，就是源自我和外婆的约定。 Rest in peace， and I miss you.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-1891024276206821945?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-54474779529943386032008-12-04T14:46:00.002+08:002008-12-04T14:56:05.160+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">今天应该是大学先修班政府考试的最后一天。。。 刚巧回到学校宿舍整理去年遗留下来的书本和纸张。<br /><br />今天也是我考完STPM后的整整一年后。翻着老师给我们的复印笔记，还有那一叠叠的数学草稿，真的有点奇怪，怎么一年前的我，能够做出这么多的东西来。。<br /><br />把东西分门别类，物理放在一叠；数学另一叠。。。 能够给朋友的都收起来，不能的就把它们搬到屋外的旧报纸堆里。。这样一卖，应该可以拿回7-8块钱吧。。<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">一年已经过了。。我才来整理留下来的“烂摊子”。。。一年后了，我到底有做了些什么？</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-5447477952994338603?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632523111744892374.post-31721666515598797162008-12-03T02:17:00.002+08:002008-12-03T02:23:59.034+08:00今天和朋友写了一首歌，<br /><br />我建议它名为“对不起”。<br /><br />歌的内涵深深的表达出了我的内心的感受<br /><br />但歌里的故事就和现实生活不太一样。<br /><br />现在很期待能把那曲子录音好，<br /><br />还要经过比赛后， 才可以把它上载到这里。<br /><br />我现在已经很 Beh Tong 了！！！哈哈<br /><br /><br /><br />小明<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632523111744892374-3172166651559879716?l=livestation.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Live Stationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17604718560977122503noreply@blogger.com4