<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:16:37.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>情牵布罗格</title><subtitle type='html'>布罗格= blog
总是在无聊的下午迷失在网络布罗格里，发挥着无病呻吟的功力，看透人世间的冷暖人情。。。</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-1257120759471605456</id><published>2007-08-24T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:44:23.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Fanatics</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;Check out the privileges here!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff size=1&gt; 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I imported all my previous entries from Blogger. :D I didn't realised I stopped blogging for a while... and guess what? They allow you to cross post to blogger too! :)&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-1057845054265008721?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/1057845054265008721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/1057845054265008721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2007/07/import.html' title='Import'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-113888749286410443</id><published>2006-02-02T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:38:12.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>流星</title><content type='html'>有人说过流星像是赶去和女人幽会的男人，不顾后果最终像陨落的星星，玉石俱焚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;流星像一段充满欲望的恋情，美丽璀璨一闪而过，之后便在黑暗中落幕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;流星像“砰砰！”响个不停的烟花，美丽，壮观，但可惜，不持久。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;流星，是你我永远都触不到的天文奇观，只有看的份。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很无聊吧？嘻嘻。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-113888749286410443?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/113888749286410443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/113888749286410443'/><link 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&lt;br /&gt;连拥抱都没有勇气 &lt;br /&gt;暧昧让人变的贪心  直到等待失去意义 &lt;br /&gt;无奈我和你  写不出结局 &lt;br /&gt;放遗憾的美丽  停在这里&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-113679613468046508?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/113679613468046508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/113679613468046508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_09.html' title='杨丞琳 《暧昧》'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-113653043873746307</id><published>2006-01-06T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:53:58.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>曾经几许 - 马浚伟</title><content type='html'>曲：Alex San | 词：杜雯惠 | 编： &lt;br /&gt;穷这生去面对 有生老病与死 &lt;br /&gt;种种冲击于心里 在困境中寄居 &lt;br /&gt;难过的际遇里 痛苦挂虑 &lt;br /&gt;惶恐己将身心占据 讲理想变汗水 &lt;br /&gt;这世界叫你我的心醉下去 &lt;br /&gt;若有体恤的一句 人生有乐趣 &lt;br /&gt;尽力去追 而相爱 就变负累 &lt;br /&gt;尽意去追 换到心重伤痕累累 &lt;br /&gt;幻象告吹 宁愿有天能躲进梦里 &lt;br /&gt;继续回味曾得到的盼一追再追 &lt;br /&gt;越是记取 甜的爱尽变热泪 &lt;br /&gt;越觉疲累 难测的太多怨句 &lt;br /&gt;现实结果 从没法可和心意共对 &lt;br /&gt;障碍疑虑 曾经风雨几许 &lt;br /&gt;途经岁月里&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-113653043873746307?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/113653043873746307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/113653043873746307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_06.html' title='曾经几许 - 马浚伟'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-113636770005801953</id><published>2006-01-04T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:41:40.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>光良 《握你的手》</title><content type='html'>山顶的风凉得想钻进我内心 &lt;br /&gt;沉默是我们最近唯一的话题 &lt;br /&gt;看曾经亲密的爱慢慢像友谊 &lt;br /&gt;爱是流星一坠落就不停 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们尝试让彼此差异能隐形 &lt;br /&gt;遗憾的是回避不能解决问题 &lt;br /&gt;当我疲倦的凝望你憔悴表情 &lt;br /&gt;再不舍得也该让你远离 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;握你的手坚持到最后一秒钟 &lt;br /&gt;哪怕爱要冰凉了 &lt;br /&gt;至少让回忆是暖的 &lt;br /&gt;了解比爱难多了 &lt;br /&gt;我们都尽力了 &lt;br /&gt;也许温柔是停止(再)挽留 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;握你的手像耳语轻声说保重 &lt;br /&gt;让眼睛就算湿了不只是痛也有感动 &lt;br /&gt;以前每一次挥手都为了再握手 &lt;br /&gt;但这一次是为了放手&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-113636770005801953?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/113636770005801953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/113636770005801953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='光良 《握你的手》'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-113130117462720037</id><published>2005-11-07T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T02:19:34.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>吵</title><content type='html'>第一次吵得这么厉害。吵到有心痛的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你有你的理由，我有我的看法，无法see eye to eye。两个偶尔“铁齿”但通常蛮随和的人碰上了，原来能碰到如此的僵局。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很stress，我不是crash test dummy，经不起这样的压力。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-113130117462720037?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/113130117462720037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/113130117462720037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Wherever you go you usually find yourself stealing the spotlight without even trying. You love to let go and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana,helvetica" SIZE="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizmeme.com/color/quiz.php" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Find out your color at Quiz Me!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-112916543585223458?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/112916543585223458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/112916543585223458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/color.html' title='Color...'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-112908404848578436</id><published>2005-10-12T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:27:28.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>归</title><content type='html'>失踪了很久。太久没blog。。。心里牢骚越积越多。Blog 不出来，久了也没心情写下。Multiply 太复杂，让人眼花缭乱，it's for another group of people 。。。回到了熟悉的地方，一切再以最朴实的方式开始。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-112908404848578436?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/112908404848578436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/112908404848578436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='归'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-111621171897345589</id><published>2005-05-16T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T10:48:38.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New place</title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have moved to use multiply. More space to put photos, etc... find me there ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://dingkie.multiply.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-111621171897345589?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/111621171897345589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/111621171897345589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-place.html' title='New place'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-111565688461761509</id><published>2005-05-10T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T00:41:25.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Night</title><content type='html'>Once in a while, I lose sleep. Tonight's just one of those nights when I absolutely think I should sleep, yet something's on my mind... I can't seem to be able to go to bed until I've cleared out the clutter in my head, when there's finally peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so strange, that someone should just disappear from the face of Earth. It creates a wierd sense of loss. Sometimes I wonder, perhaps I am really such a poor friend, poor at keeping in touch. Daily nitty gritties get to me, consume so much of my time, that time just whizzes past, friends just move on. Sometimes I sit and think about them, think about those times that we had, it's such a shame to even think that now I no longer know where they are or how to contact them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what went through in my friends' lives. These sound a little strange now, a little emotional, but it exactly spells out how I am feeling. I didn't even know, when someone who was a mentor, a teacher, a friend, suddenly cut off all form of contact with everyone that she know, everyone that I know, until much later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, I have been taking my friends for granted, thinking that they'll always be there... I have entangled myself in the rat race, and sometimes I wonder where this is going to lead me. Worked so hard for the company, but what have I done for myself? My family? Guess it's time to take stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if this is all because I'm getting married soon. I started to feel that I need to spend more time with family , especially my parents. Somehow, as the date draws nearer, I suddenly realised that if I am old enough to get married, that means that my parents are also catching on their age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much on my mind, that it is tough to even get them out cohesively... wonder how *early* will I sleep tonight...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-111565688461761509?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/111565688461761509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/111565688461761509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/05/sleepless-night.html' title='Sleepless Night'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-111465062149650409</id><published>2005-04-28T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T09:10:21.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你好吗？</title><content type='html'>日子一天天地过，原来我们都没了解“光阴似箭”的意思。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前几天发了几则简讯问候朋友，看到了天大的消息，马上打个电话给她。聊着聊着，才发现我们已经快两年没联络，她的儿子都快一岁了。我的天啊！时间未免也过得太快了点？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上了社会大学，发觉越来越难和朋友保持联络。再怎么说，要保持联络就很像要鼓掌一样，需要两只手，一只手掌是怎么拍都拍不响的。很多人天天忙忙碌碌，不知不觉一年就这样过了，当你想起的时候，可能已经是十年后的事。很可怕？不会。。。我都已经有十多年没和一些朋友联络了，也不知道他们现在在哪里，在从事什么样的工作。不久的将来，十多年便会变成二十多年，三十多年，甚至五、六十年这么多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只想问你一句：“你好吗？”朋友，如果你偶然路经此地，希望你能留下联络资料。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-111465062149650409?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/111465062149650409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/111465062149650409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_28.html' title='你好吗？'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-111381291525908154</id><published>2005-04-18T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T16:33:53.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>喜</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-9/182073/icon.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要结婚了！&lt;br /&gt;忙忙忙，为的就是那么一天。。。 觉得有点麻烦哦。&lt;br /&gt;当然，待嫁女儿心，当然是满心期待。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-111381291525908154?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/111381291525908154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/111381291525908154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_18.html' title='喜'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-111354321713695219</id><published>2005-04-15T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T13:33:37.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>现实</title><content type='html'>有用的叫宝，没用叫草。&lt;br /&gt;有用的叫朋友，没用叫陌生人。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-111354321713695219?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/111354321713695219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/111354321713695219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_15.html' title='现实'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-111340731150988760</id><published>2005-04-13T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:00:06.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>被遗忘的时光</title><content type='html'>发现自己动不动就会说：“从前。。。”开始想念过去的时候，就知道已经不能再大声喊着自己只有十八岁罢了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;被遗忘的时光，突然在脑海里盘旋，有时会想着小时候的懵懂、纯真，有时候会为了曾经做过的荒唐事而觉得难堪，尴尬。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大家都荒唐过，年少轻狂，都是因为不懂事。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;往后的路，容不下年少时的叛逆。人长大了就得要学习如何负责任。大人的世界太复杂，真伪难辨。说真的，处身在这样的世界里，有谁不怀念过去？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-111340731150988760?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/111340731150988760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/111340731150988760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='被遗忘的时光'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110895653780282032</id><published>2005-02-21T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T11:28:57.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我回来了！</title><content type='html'>我回来了。刚从悉尼回来。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再过几天会将悉尼的点点滴滴一一写下，敬请留意。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110895653780282032?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110895653780282032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110895653780282032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_21.html' title='我回来了！'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110779204948029930</id><published>2005-02-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T00:00:49.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>金鸡报喜</title><content type='html'>年关将近，万象更新。&lt;br /&gt;百花齐放，花开富贵。&lt;br /&gt;如意吉祥，万事顺意。&lt;br /&gt;年年有余，心想事成。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110779204948029930?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110779204948029930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110779204948029930'/><link 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You are FALL. You appreciate all that you have, and are willing to share with others. You are a friend in the truest sense of the word, and can easily focus your attention on those who need you, placing yourself on the back burner. You make sure your responsibilites are met before you allow yourself \\\\\\\'free time\\\\\\\'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Fall&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Spring&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Summer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Winter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='55' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;55%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=562'&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110671061531061448?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110671061531061448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110671061531061448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/01/fall.html' title='FALL'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110666673067066840</id><published>2005-01-25T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:27:27.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>鬼话连篇（一）</title><content type='html'>你怕鬼吗？你知道鬼是什么吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有这样的民间谣传，每间客栈、酒店都有一间客房是空的。那间空房不管在怎么样的情况下，都不会让客人住下。那，便是让“好兄弟”住的房间，那他们才不会去骚扰在酒店里住下的客人。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你住进酒店的时候，记得在开门之前敲敲门，通知在里面的“好兄弟”你的到来，让他们能到“那间房”躲避几天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你一进客房，记得把所有的窗帘拉开，亮起每一盏灯，让阳光、灯光照亮房里的每一个角落。如果突然觉得冷或突然鸡皮疙瘩掉满地，马上向柜台要求换房，通常他们会通融的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你晚上上床睡觉的时候，记得留下一盏灯，也记得别把鞋子并排，最好能把它们放反。。。要不然顽皮的“好兄弟”会穿上你的鞋子乱跑。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不相信？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经听过这样的故事，一对夫妇到台湾某个地方游玩，抵达酒店时已经天黑了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妻子一住进客房便觉得怪怪的。她推开厕所的门一看，赫然看见马桶上坐了个人，可是瞬间那人便不见了。&lt;br /&gt;她忐忑不安，一直试图跟自己说是因为舟车劳累才会出现这样的幻影。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夫妇俩不一会儿便坐了下来准备安排隔天的行程，妻子面对着落地窗，却看到了很可怕的景象。。。窗外站着一个人，一个女人。。。双眼眨也不眨地盯着她看。他们的房间在第十层楼，没有阳台，怎么会有个女人站在外面呢？丈夫看到妻子的样子，大概也猜到了几分，二话不说马上提了行李拉着妻子冲出房间。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又听过另外一个故事，这故事发生在一个朋友的身上。那年他和新婚的太太一起到普及岛玩玩，玩到累了，便回房休息片刻。那时候是下午四点正，两人一躺在床上就这样睡着了。突然间不知道发生了什么事，夫妻俩突然坐了起来，却发现两人的位置对调了。朋友看了在桌子上的闹钟，时间仍然是下午四点正。。。灵异事件？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另外一个朋友曾经到西方国家公干，一天清晨因为忘了些东西，跑回客房去，一开门便看到一位白衣金发的“人”穿这摆放整齐的鞋子。她吓得把门关上，再开门的时候，那个人，不见了。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的是宁可信其有，不可信其无。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110666673067066840?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110666673067066840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110666673067066840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_25.html' title='鬼话连篇（一）'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110591985007227900</id><published>2005-01-17T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T07:57:30.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>灰色的梦</title><content type='html'>梦境好真。。。醒来之后心仍然隐隐作痛。早上的心情，变得灰灰的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在去办公室的路程，听到的一首首歌曲，似乎都有放大不安情绪、加重心痛的作用，有点喘不过气。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然梦境往往和现实有差距，但是还是不能自拔的陷入黑暗的情绪里。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110591985007227900?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110591985007227900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110591985007227900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_17.html' title='灰色的梦'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110569040681334323</id><published>2005-01-14T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T16:13:26.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What age are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 24 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  24  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110569040681334323?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110569040681334323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110569040681334323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-age-are-you.html' title='What age are you?'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110557743064840492</id><published>2005-01-13T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T08:50:30.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>借口 - 周杰伦</title><content type='html'>翻着我们的照片 想念若隐若现&lt;br /&gt;去年的冬天 我们笑得很甜&lt;br /&gt;看着你哭泣的脸 对着我说再见&lt;br /&gt;来不及听见 你已走得很远&lt;br /&gt;也许你已经放弃我 也许已经很难回头&lt;br /&gt;我知道自己错过 请再给我一个理由&lt;br /&gt;说你不爱我 就算是我不懂 能不能原谅我&lt;br /&gt;请不要把分手当作你的请求&lt;br /&gt;我知道坚持要走是你受伤的藉口&lt;br /&gt;请你回头 我会陪你一直走到最后&lt;br /&gt;就算没有结果 我也能够随&lt;br /&gt;我知道你的痛 是我给的承诺&lt;br /&gt;你说给过我纵容 沉默是因为包容&lt;br /&gt;如果要走 请你记得我 如果难过 请你忘了我 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110557743064840492?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110557743064840492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110557743064840492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_13.html' title='借口 - 周杰伦'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110553339201179012</id><published>2005-01-12T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T20:36:32.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>肉干飘香</title><content type='html'>农历新年又要来了。现在啊，满街都是肉干的香味。。。哈哈哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我最喜欢吃肉干了，最高纪录是自己一个人用那小小的嘴，把一斤的肉干吃进小小的肚子里。那时才六七岁而已嘛。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;肉干的价钱一年到头都差不多，偏偏在新年的时候价钱暴涨。。。我们这些无聊的人，偏偏又要在农历新年是吃肉干，因为那时候吃才特别好吃嘛！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;肉干啊肉干，要买的话，现在趁它还没涨价时快快去买！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110553339201179012?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110553339201179012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110553339201179012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_12.html' title='肉干飘香'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110511173119587175</id><published>2005-01-07T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T23:28:51.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>忙</title><content type='html'>开始忙了。所以很难 update blog。会尽量每个两三天 update 一次，希望大家体谅一下。谢谢！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110511173119587175?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110511173119587175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110511173119587175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_07.html' title='忙'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110490955606928133</id><published>2005-01-05T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T15:19:16.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>祈祷</title><content type='html'>朋友的太太突然脑出血，之前毫无症状，现在开了刀，还在加护病房。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望大家读了之后，在为海啸遇难者祈祷的同时，也为我朋友的太太祈祷，希望她早日康复，吉人天相。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110490955606928133?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110490955606928133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110490955606928133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_05.html' title='祈祷'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110475950602078769</id><published>2005-01-03T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T21:38:26.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱我，别走</title><content type='html'>最近的你，好冷淡哦。和你在一起时，周围的空气都冷冷的，一点温暖都没有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你怎么都不说话？总是有一句没一句地答我，总是“是，不是，有，没有，可能，还好”之类的答案。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们之间好像出现了什么问题。。。是吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得你从前常常对我说爱我，就算不说话都能感觉得到那无人能及的默契。只要一个眼神，就知道对方的想法了。不知道从何时开始，我们就好像太阳和月亮，你有你的步伐，我，只能追着你。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人对爱情可以很盲目，可以很死心眼，可以不顾一切。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男人对爱情同样可以很盲目，很死心眼，很轰轰烈烈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不同的是，男人永远不会是提出分手的那一方，他宁可随波逐流，也不愿背负着“负心汉”的头衔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是不是开始随波逐流的“生活”了？是我错了吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我情愿你狠狠地告诉我，你不爱我了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若不是这样的话，请你爱我，别走。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110475950602078769?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110475950602078769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110475950602078769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_03.html' title='爱我，别走'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110471574096194934</id><published>2005-01-03T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T09:29:00.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一年之计在于春</title><content type='html'>下了三天的长命雨。2005 年的开始，是多水的一个开始。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人们常说：“一年之计在于春”，意味着如果有什么目标要达成的话，在年初就要开始筹备，计划。也就是因为这样，很多人都立下 new year resolutions，希望在年尾 stock-taking 的时候，有个很好的总结。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我今年又什么大计？没什么啦，不外就是那几样？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1）体重减轻五公斤，&lt;br /&gt;2）荷包比去年肥多点，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最好就是每减一公斤荷包就重一公斤，呵呵。。。然后啊，当然是希望今年所有的事情都有圆满的结果，爱情事业两得意。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，一年之计要实现的话，就要有所行动。。。我现在就要开始努力了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你呢？你又有什么样的 new year resolutions？不妨和我分享一下！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110471574096194934?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;有人瞬间失去身边的人。。。却也有人因此更珍惜所拥有的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所谓：经一事，长一智。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回头看的时候，别忘了展望将来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明天或许不会来，所以今天就要过的更充实。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005年的来临，或许会更好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新年快乐。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110441825078200961?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110441825078200961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110441825078200961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_30.html' title='新年快乐。。。'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110433025296517976</id><published>2004-12-29T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T22:26:19.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>对爷爷的思念</title><content type='html'>今天乘搭地铁的时候，看到了一位面容安详的老伯伯。突然间，很想念爷爷。算算看，爷爷过世也有十二年了。时间过的真快。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得小时候，爷爷常带我下楼买东西。都忘了买什么了，只记得爷爷几乎每天都会牵着我的小手，过条小马路慢慢走到那排商店。还记得那排商店的大牌是“173”，所以我们时常都说“到173去买东西”。那时候，听到这句话就高兴得不得了，好像是要出远门似的。有一次，我们被困在电梯里，小小年纪的我还号啕大哭呢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还记得小时候，我是用潮州话和爷爷交谈。很奇怪，我们七个内外孙当中，只有我会用潮州话和爷爷聊天。爷爷不大喜欢拍照，我们小时候又很皮，常常趁着爷爷不注意的时候拿起傻瓜相机偷拍。现在想起来还觉得满庆幸的，要不然可能我们连一张爷爷的相片都没有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一直以为爷爷会看到我出嫁的那天，他，却在我中二的时候过身了。我也不知道爷爷到底得了什么病，只知道他的身体每况愈下。那天老爸原本不要上班的，却被爷爷赶去做工。我想这就是注定的吧，那天早上，爷爷就去世了。整个葬礼，我一滴眼泪都没流。看到妈妈爸爸，三位姑姑哭得像泪人一样，我和弟弟却一滴眼泪也没流。妹妹当时还小，不懂事也就算了，我们俩却？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;隔年的除夕夜，我和弟弟两人突然崩溃，哭了。哭得稀里哗啦。那种突然觉悟了的感觉，那种“爷爷真的不在了，他真的不回来了”的感觉。餐桌上少了一双筷子一个碗，少了一个至爱的亲人。。。那年的除夕和新年，过的很灰暗。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没了爷爷，对有些从来没见过爷爷的人来说可能没什么。对我，却是非笔墨所能形容。爷爷永远活在我的心中。。。若干年后，他依然会出现在我的脑海里，勾起所有的思念。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110433025296517976?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110433025296517976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110433025296517976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_29.html' title='对爷爷的思念'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110420061408337639</id><published>2004-12-28T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T10:23:57.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Baby...</title><content type='html'>It's so quiet in the office... We have the Christmas + New Year closure holidays this week actually, but I'm back in the office so that I can do some work without being disturbed. Not that I am really hardworking, but I am going to clear my holidays at a later date. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about coming back to office when it is super quiet. It takes discipline to work. Yes. Alot of discipline. I tell you, for the whole morning, I have been surfing the web, walking around aimlessly, eating Ruffles potato chips... tsk tsk... and now, blogging... TSK TSK TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am blogging, maybe I should just show some cute pictures... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-9/182073/cynthia.jpg" width="50%" height="50%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-9/182073/shiming1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-9/182073/shiming2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute hor? Not my kids... my friend's girl and neighbour's boy. All the funny faces. And they do the darnest things sometimes. Like pictures 2 and 3. Ming-Ge is really funny. He behaves like a kampung kid, running around barefooted and rolling on the floor outside the house. Even after bathing. So cute... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: Don't ask me to go have one of my own. It's too scary...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110420061408337639?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110420061408337639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110420061408337639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/12/pretty-baby.html' title='Pretty Baby...'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110415797859361940</id><published>2004-12-27T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T22:32:58.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天灾</title><content type='html'>南亚9级地震波及到在数千里外的地方，死伤人数数以万千。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;度假胜地在区区5分钟的时间，化为废墟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看到电视荧幕上的画面，觉得心惊胆跳。。。急忙传简讯给正在泰国度假的友人，还好他没事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要来就来，没有办法预知预防，这些或许真的是命中注定。有人说：“出国记得买保险，有什么事情，至少家属还有点保障。”没错啊。。。可是我好像记得保单中不包括天灾。。。如果真的遇到了天灾，有保险又如何？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉，梦寐以求的假期，变成了噩梦。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110415797859361940?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110415797859361940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110415797859361940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_27.html' title='天灾'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110376377652430811</id><published>2004-12-23T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T09:14:09.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱和信任</title><content type='html'>老掉牙的课题。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人就要信任他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有爱就会有信心，没爱不代表没信心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不信任因为爱得不够深，爱得不够深因为没自信/信心/不懂爱/不懂他/不踏实。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;比方说今天在信箱里/书桌上看到一封寄给他的浅紫色信封，而信封已经开过，你会看还是不看？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;比方说他把手机放在你家，你是否会查看他的简讯？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又比方说他今天不陪你吃饭而是约了别人，你是否会跟踪他看看他是不是和别的女人吃饭？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看到了不该看的东西，不吐不快，一见面便拿着证据要他从实招来，惹来一身蚁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男人说：“我要自己的空间，你侵犯我的隐私权，我们分手吧。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人说：“如果你爱我的话，你会把所有的事情都告诉我，不会有所隐瞒。那我又何必这样做？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉，大错特错。女人，谁没有过去？换成是你被“监视”着，你忍受得了吗？说穿了，你根本没自信，对这份爱情没信心，对爱人不信任，任凭你怎么解释，那还是铁一般的事实，因为你已经超越了那条黄线。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110376377652430811?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110376377652430811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110376377652430811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_23.html' title='爱和信任'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110364171385387546</id><published>2004-12-21T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:08:33.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>致：Grace Chow</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'After a three-year battle against Death, he came to take her. She stopped breathing tonight, without pain, without suffocation or paralysis.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果没有明天，你今天会做什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果没有明天，你会不顾一切贪婪地享受最后的温存吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果没有明天。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生命总会到蜡炬成灰的时候。当你知道自己将不久于人世，你会继续保有最后的尊严勇敢的活下去，还是自怨自艾埋怨着上帝的不公平？她或许埋怨过了，却中途醒悟，充实地度过剩余的岁月。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想要做的事情，若不把握这一刻，可能永远不会实现。在身体于毫无警告下失去了原有的功能，原来理所当然的都会成为遥不可及。你我都不能了解她所承受的痛。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;痛不欲生侵袭了未亡人，也牵引着不曾谋面的无名人士。那份坚强勇敢，无人可及。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;安息吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110364171385387546?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110364171385387546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110364171385387546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/12/grace-chow.html' title='致：Grace Chow'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110346806975984890</id><published>2004-12-19T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T22:54:29.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我爱你、你爱她？</title><content type='html'>周围有些朋友的感情生活多姿多彩，让我吃惊之余，也少不了反复思考一个问题，一个历久不衰的问题：被爱比较幸福抑或是爱人比较好？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;常听人家说：“爱到那么辛苦，与其爱一个不爱你的人，不如被爱你的人宠着，简单多了。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是这样的吗？爱，若能以这么直接的方式来衡量，就不叫“爱”了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你爱的人不理你，你还是会想尽办法让他开心，让他注意到你的存在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相反的，爱你的人对你有多好就有多好，你会正眼看他一下吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看到了没？这根本就是恶性循环，没有破解的密码，没有双赢的状况。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情终究要跟着感觉走。。。只怕你搞不清楚状况，最后弄得体无完肤。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110346806975984890?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110346806975984890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110346806975984890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_19.html' title='我爱你、你爱她？'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110318471061923764</id><published>2004-12-16T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T16:11:50.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presence of the beloved</title><content type='html'>Something I received in the mail...&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;A man going abroad to work leaves his fiancée crying. "Don't worry, I will write you everyday," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years he did write her. But since he was happy with his job, he had no immediate plans of going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he received a wedding invitation. His girlfriend was scheduled to be married. To whom? To the mailman bringing regularly the letters of her boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, distance does make hearts flounder. The poor boyfriend surely explained, "What went wrong? I sent her letters, chocolates, and flowers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When relationships go wrong, the list of things given and done for the person usually crops up. We say, "I have given you this and that... I have done these things for you." It seems that love is simply proven by the bestowal of gifts and favors. But while presents are important, love demands what is basic: 'presence of the beloved'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have observed for instance, the orchids of my mother's. When she's away for a long time, they are unhealthy and many of them wither. But when she is around, they bloom with beautiful flowers. My mother does nothing exceptional. She just spends much time talking and caressing them. I guess persons all the more require a caring presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is fundamentally a commitment to a person. We may be committed to our business, job, hobby, sports and clubs. But strictly speaking, they cannot love us back. Only a person can love us in return, and for that matter, the highest commitment as human beings, is spending time with those persons we love. And since people need affection and nourishment, material things can only help up to a certain degree in fostering love. But it can never replace the greatest gift of presence because everyone needs someone - be it friends, parents, siblings or simply that 'special' one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being there for someone need not necessary mean having to say much. Words are sometimes redundant. Remember that 'presence' (to be there for someone) is more than enough. "What Is Most Valuable Is Not What You Have In Your Life, But Who You Have In Your Life" In our pursuits, let's not neglect spending quality time with the most important person of our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110318471061923764?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110318471061923764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110318471061923764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/12/presence-of-beloved.html' title='Presence of the beloved'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110312256562068912</id><published>2004-12-15T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T09:50:39.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelogue: Bintan, Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="90%" src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-9/182073/bintan.jpg" width="90%" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been away for the past 3 days. It was a last minute short getaway. A quickie, as some people might call it. Where did I go? It's all in the header... yes, I went to Bintan, Indonesia. My 3rd time at Bintan, I thought I might just as well write about it. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was to leave Singapore on Sunday, 12 Dec. I had this craving for crispy prata @ Sin Ming, so before we were supposed to depart, we went for cripsy prata and masala chicken. Good prata! But the masala chicken was a tad disappointing. Too tough, the meat. Even though they gave us drumstick and thigh. Incidentally, the parts I hate most. Don't ask me why. I just hate thighs and drumsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, my boyfriend had to go fill up his petrol tank after the prata meal. Wanted to prevent the tank from rusting, he said. As he was paying for his petrol, I suddenly had the urge to look at my ferry ticket again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being paranoid, but I just had to be sure... that I got the day correct... and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, I got the date alright, but I got the timing WRONG! The ferry was leaving in 20 mins from Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal and there was no way we could reach there in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was PANIC BUTTON depressed. I searched for the phone number (the number on the confirmation mail had 1 number MORE), and tried my luck calling them... in the petrol station! I know it is bad, but I couldn't help it. I was too panicky to be thinking straight. I mean, who could be so "dai tao har" (read: big headed prawn, or blur in cantonese) to forget such details? To think I even looked at the ticket before I left my house, but somehow it just didn't register?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I managed to call them and was told that the 12 noon ferry was available. Alot of seats available, I was told. Thank God. Come to think of it, maybe it was my punishment for missing church for a month?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we managed to reach TMFT in time for the amendment which costed us $10 extra, and managed to check-in our luggage. Our golf bags and his trolley bag, the lazy bugger. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, on the ferry, I heaved a sigh of relief... but not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, this is the monsoon season... the sea is rough... the ferry wasn't full alright, we were seated in the front, watching Vivian Lai's face being painted like a female PCK and laughing our butts off. Then the ferry became like the viking. The viking that bobbed up and down on the choppy waters. One by one, the passengers took out that bright blue puke bag, and started to look terribly sick. One by one, the affected lot walked to the back of the ferry. I tried to be strong, I didn't take out the blue bag, but I was pretty sure my face was green... Meanwhile, my boyfriend was enjoying the silly "Gotcha" episode on TV Mobile and saying "yah... this is nothing. I've experienced 45 degree rolls before, when I was out on an exercise with the Navy in army..." I wanted to punch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they showed "Gotcha" so that people could forget about how horrible the ride was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally they reached Bintan... and I was so glad we were on land. Thank goodness my legs didn't turn jelly when I stood up. Otherwise that would have been so embarassing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, we stayed at the Nirwana Resort Hotel. On the way to the resort, I was telling my boyfriend how we have downgraded... so sad... the first time we went to Bintan, we stayed at Banyan Tree, the 2nd time, at Angsana, now, Nirwana... you get the picture. I just hope if we go there again, we wouldn't end up pitching a tent somewhere or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Banyan Tree, let me tell you this. The tiramisu there is totally heavenly... muah! It's one of the best I've eaten, not too dry, not too wet. Consistency is just nice, it's got the oomph! Wa... I can just eat it alone, with nothing else... yummy! Anyway, I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Nirwana, found that the rooms were not ready yet. It was about 12.30pm Bintan time, they being 1 hr behind us, and the check-in was supposed to be @ 3pm. 2.5 hrs to go, yikes. Left out bags at the concierge and went for lunch. A quick one at the poolside restaurant before exploring the place. Looks ok, but a little old. They've got a few shops in the resort for you to buy all your necessities from souvenirs to anti-motion sickness pills. We also managed to walk to the nearby resorts... well to be exact, they are from the same parent company operating under different names. And then... the rain came down. I mean, it poured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the time came for check-in. Hehehehe... we got upgraded to a suite! Woohoo! One of the most exciting things is to get upgraded... cheapskate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nirwanagardens.com/img/hero-NR-rooms2.jpg" width="90%" height="90%"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how our room looks like, image linked from nirwana's website. And we only paid 155++ for a suite that normally costs $500++! Cool.... Not bad, the place was clean, the bathtub was clean, the balcony was great, unfortunately we could only see part of the sea... the rest of it was blocked by the poolside restaurant and coconut trees without coconuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after checking in, we decided we should explore the place further. There was this internal shuttle that would take us to mana mana, mayang sari, indra maya and the kelong. We decided that we should try the food at the kelong. Heard it served great fresh cheap seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we paid $120 Sing. Yap. It was $120 Sing. But let me tell you what we ate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Double boiled scallop soup with fish maw&lt;br /&gt;Aussie cod fish steamed&lt;br /&gt;Scallops in taro basket&lt;br /&gt;Sambal Kangkong&lt;br /&gt;A slightly-longer-than-a-foot fresh lobster steamed with garlic&lt;br /&gt;Black pepper crab&lt;br /&gt;Fruits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my... it was faaantastic! Finger-licking good! Fresh sweet seafood! Freaking high cholesterol! But heck! The meal in Singapore would have easily set us back by $180, so... we were really satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day, we decided to go for a golf game. Wasn't sure if the weather was going to hold, but we tried our luck anyway. But before that... let me tell you, we saw fresh bacon during breakfast. You know how bacon looks right? From the supermarket? It's almost always cured. With loads of salt. Now this bacon (beef, while I'm at that) is fresh. A pile of them. It tasted good... not too salty, not too bland. Just nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, back to the golf game. We played at the bintan lagoon golf course. Because it was the cheapest. I was told Ria Bintan is the most scenic, but it is also more expensive. Bintan Lagoon course is cheaper, so we played there. For the first time in my life, I had a caddy following us during a golf game. How embarassing! I mean, we are not big shots who play very well you know, mind you, the last time I played was 3 months ago on a simple flat golf course off Science Centre! Disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course, however, was beautiful. The Jack Nicklaus Seaview course was breathtaking, with the ocean flanking some of the holes, and water traps all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ian Baker Finch Woodlands course was undulating, very challenging with sand traps as many as 5 in one hole and full of monkeys. Yap, we met some very fierce monkeys who threatened to pinch our belongings away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I played horribly. My boyfriend was slightly better, but not that fantastic either. I was going from bunker to bunker, some of the shots just rolled across the fairway and he was slicing and hooking. The caddy must have been cursing and swearing about being assigned to us! I think it was because we felt bad... that we gave her a gift of samosas and chicken pie after that... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went back to the hotel after the game, and went straight to the pool. It was an infinity pool, looked really great, and had huge strong water jets in the "jacuzzi" area. Cool. I can't swim for nuts, and I think I almost died trying to swim to the edge of the pool looking out to the sea. Haha. I ended up just going back to the deck chair. My boyfriend, was having fun in the pool. He went to the pool bar situated right in the middle... ok, side of the pool, the only way to get there is to swim, for a drink. Poor me, I was dying of thirst... but I can't swim for nuts, remember? I'd rather die of thirst than to die of drowning. At least I won't look any more bloated than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round for dinner, we went to this new swanky Thai restaurant called Baan Aarya in the vicinity. Very good ambience, nice staff and service, and good food. I think it is the holiday syndrome. Just kept saying that the food was nice... but it really is! The Tom Yum Talay (Seafood Tom Yum Soup) was really tasty, nice and spicy and the fried noodles and green curry was authentic. The kitchen is ran by 2 Thais, I think that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was time to go back to Singapore. I think subconsciously, we both started to feel abit depressed. The thought of having to go back to work just as we were winding down was unthinkable. But... it was inevitable. Well, wait for the next trip! That's all I can say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to travel to Bintan? Here are some tips for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Check in your luggage, whether big or small.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so much easier, just boarding the ferry without carrying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Bring your checkpoint access card.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply for one, if you don't have. The queue at the immigration counter was LONG. The queue for access card? Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Jan - Mar is the best time to go there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waters are in better condition for water sports. Weather is also less rainy then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If on budget, eat at pasar oleh oleh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurants in the resorts are either in SGD or USD. Can be pricey... just like restaurants in SGP. Pasar Oleh Oleh has rates like the "ze char" stall in coffeeshops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110312256562068912?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110312256562068912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110312256562068912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/12/travelogue-bintan-indonesia.html' title='Travelogue: Bintan, Indonesia'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110311602666097515</id><published>2004-12-15T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:07:06.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>问世间情为何物？直教生死相许。。。</title><content type='html'>每一次在报纸上看到很悲惨的新闻，感觉都有点“事不关己”。就是那种“对啊，好可怜哦，可是离我太远了”的感觉。你明白我在说什么吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天，朋友听了电话后，失声痛哭。她的两位同学蜜月时遇车祸，当场死亡。。。最近有看报纸吗？就是那对新婚不久的夫妇。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然之间，真的觉得世事无常。这一次或许因为是朋友的朋友，竟然觉得心里闷闷的。是那种“原来悲剧离我那么近”的感觉。。。两个相爱的人，情投意合，刚刚开始新生活，却遭遇到不幸。想象着新人在婚礼上灿烂的笑容，紧握着对方的双手，憧憬着未来美满的生活，却因为一时的不慎，魂断异乡。那种震荡，你了解吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天所发生的事情，是一个谜。。。这样的悲剧，往往让至亲挚爱悲痛欲绝。可是转个弯，这样的结局会不会更好？至少不会有任何一方得要承受丧偶之痛？这也为他们的爱情蒙上了一点凄美、浪漫？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人活在世上，真的是人算不如天算，今天不知明天事。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110311602666097515?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110311602666097515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110311602666097515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_15.html' title='问世间情为何物？直教生死相许。。。'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110272925921477531</id><published>2004-12-11T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T09:40:59.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>最后</title><content type='html'>今天，是最后一次了。当决赛落幕后，这8年来的赛事，也只能成回忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从1996年开始为丰嘉南英式女篮球队出赛，几乎年年都有很好的成绩。丰嘉南变成了油池，我们一群人还是继续打（油池是在丰嘉集选区里，所以大家都能代表油池）。球队当中，有人已经打了20年，从小打到大。球队的感情，好的不得了。在一个选区的队伍有这样感情深厚的例子，没几个。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得每一年，只要夺得冠军，我们一群人都会出国玩玩。玩乐回来，又是开始准备下一年的赛事。今年我们也不例外，进入了决赛，不晓得打完了这一场决赛，会有怎样的感觉？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110272925921477531?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110272925921477531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110272925921477531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_11.html' title='最后'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110257025709507888</id><published>2004-12-09T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T13:30:57.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>要做就做到最好，要不就别做。</title><content type='html'>很久以前，教练这样对我们一群黄毛丫头说。哪怕只有5分钟的时间，只要被派下场，就要全力以赴，一定要做到最好。That is the moment of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样，我们被培养成为一群完美主义者。呵呵。。。什么事情只要下定决心去做，一定要做到最好最好，不能有遗憾，不能过了之后才来觉得惋惜，说“应该”怎么样怎么样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;出来社会后，我们在各自的工作领域中也发挥着那种全力以赴的“精神”，个个变成了工作狂。工作永远做不完，我们却依然把手上的每一件事看得非常认真。It is a moment of truth again, it is either do or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许是凭着这样的信念，大家都无形中为自己添了更多的压力，更多的烦恼。至少自己是这样。从前大考时才出现的偏头痛，最近又回来了。头痛得快裂开，双眼不能focus，还有想呕吐的感觉。很难受，也是历来最严重的一次。从开始工作到现在，有好几年了，回顾一下，虽然上司是满赞赏自己的工作表现，可是健康却大不如前。。。第一年闹胃病，第二年频频感冒加失眠，第三年甲状腺出现问题，第四年出水痘兼偏头痛，第五年。。。 唉。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;渐渐学习放开超出掌握之中的事物，学习怎样在适当的时候放松。。。Moment of truth 不应该只用在工作上，不应该只用在球场上，或许应该也灵活运用在玩乐上吧？“要做就要做到最好，要玩就要玩得最痛快，要不然，最好什么都别做。。。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110257025709507888?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110257025709507888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110257025709507888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_09.html' title='要做就做到最好，要不就别做。'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110249494928545239</id><published>2004-12-08T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T16:35:49.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无题</title><content type='html'>灰灰的天空，细细的雨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冬天来了吗？虽然这里没四季之分。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;渴望看到雪花，这里却看不到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冷冷的空气让人觉得舒服。。。闭上眼睛马上能幻想自己处在香港或台北的冬天，那种掺着雨的气息的冷冷空气，虽然这里没那么冷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;空中弥漫着圣诞的铃声，告诉大家是时候放慢脚步，回顾过去的一年并展望即将来临的一年。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110249494928545239?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110249494928545239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110249494928545239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_08.html' title='无题'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110231184302848153</id><published>2004-12-06T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T13:44:03.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festive Blues</title><content type='html'>I'm having a cyclical bout of misery again. I think it's the festive blues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised it's always this time of the year, that I start feeling blue, miserable, bored and lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pushing and elbowing of christmas crowd is getting to me, the perennial blasting of "Jingle Bells" is driving me nuts, the headache of finding gifts is aggravating my migraine. Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas... it's the repetitive stress syndrome that I can't bear. Getting too commercialised year after year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I absolutely dread... the darn question. Well-meaninged relatives and friends asking the exact same question year after year... "when are you getting married?" Hello...! I'll let you all know when the time comes. Don't they get bored of the question? I'm scared of the thought of going to family gatherings... knowing I won't be able to escape the horrible interrogation and the same story of why we should get married being told again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blue, that I don't feel like writing in chinese, I don't feel like doing anything, I just want to sleep... and hibernate for the rest of the festive shopping season... and escape the questioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear after the festivities, I will be back to normal again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110231184302848153?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110231184302848153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110231184302848153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/12/festive-blues.html' title='Festive Blues'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110186312807839906</id><published>2004-12-01T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T09:05:28.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>关心</title><content type='html'>很怪的一个词。看看字面，“关心”好像是关上心房，怎么一点都不像我们所认识的“关心”呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;关心，让人有被爱的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;关心，能使最顽劣的人改变。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;关心，也能成为一个人的负担。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你认为呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110186312807839906?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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是一样的。基本的尊重，两性之间最原始的差别，你的恋情有，我的也有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人曾经告诉我：“作为女朋友，或老婆，最重要的是让另一半在别人面前看起来威风，有面子。就算他的论点不对，就算你非常非常生他的气，在别人面前，还是要为他留台阶。”以前，我不懂这句话的意思，总觉得干吗要迁就他？错就是错啊！难道我要像傻瓜一样，明知道他错还维护着他？其实不然。这是一种相处之道。男人需要面子。他觉得开心，有颜面，对你当然也好一点。It's an ego thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很奇怪？呵呵。。。不会啦。不相信的话，看看周围的模范夫妻，就知道了。当然，在外人面前不动声色，并不代表回到家里也随你便。聪明的女人，是出得了厅堂无伤大雅，回到了家里才和你“算账”。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110172911946648127?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110172911946648127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110172911946648127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_110172911946648127.html' title='让他做他爱做的事！'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110165908875677158</id><published>2004-11-29T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T00:24:48.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>放假</title><content type='html'>突然想放假。下一次放假其实是在明年二月，已经订好去悉尼的机票了。。。可是二月离现在还有两个多月，真的是好闷哎。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在很没有心情写东西，或许这段时间会很少看到我的踪影。。。Take a break，或许到时候，会有新的 ideas，新的感触。。。就这样了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110165908875677158?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110165908875677158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110165908875677158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_110165908875677158.html' title='放假'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110165828762901652</id><published>2004-11-29T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T00:11:27.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>喜事</title><content type='html'>好累噢。今天（哎呀，其实是昨天）跑了3个地方。。。早上打球，中午朋友的女儿满月，晚上到中学同学的婚宴。一天赶三场，满累人的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不用多说，到了这把年纪，身边周围的朋友结婚的结婚，生孩子的生孩子，当然桌上的话题里不了“几时到你？”我的答案很简单，“明年吧？”如果不是明年的话，到了明年我还是能够讲是“明年”。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110165828762901652?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110165828762901652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110165828762901652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_29.html' title='喜事'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110148984424140186</id><published>2004-11-27T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T01:24:04.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>周末</title><content type='html'>就这样，一个星期又过去了。时间过得可真快，才一转眼，十二月的脚步已经慢慢接近。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一整个礼拜都在忙，整个礼拜都没回家吃饭。。。时间排得满满，咖啡因指数也攀高了许多。工作堆积如山。。。 整个 team 只剩下我。。。 没办法啊！我们只是一个很小很小的队伍，加上指挥（老板）只有4人罢了。Yes, it is a very very lean team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;周末的来临，让我兴奋不已。有点：“终于可以松一口气了！”的感觉哦。。。应该好好地慰劳一下自己，准备下一次的冲刺！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110148984424140186?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110148984424140186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110148984424140186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_27.html' title='周末'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110113496614908741</id><published>2004-11-25T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:38:06.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你要的是什么？</title><content type='html'>原来人走到最后，最想要的是多一点时间。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多一点时间和亲人一起共享天伦。&lt;br /&gt;多一点时间做善事积阴德。&lt;br /&gt;多一点时间为自己的所作所为赎罪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生短短的那几十年，你是怎样度过的？为功名奋斗？为挚爱牺牲？抑或是。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个人都有离开这世界的一天。过了那一天，你希望流芳百世，还是遗臭万年？你要所有的人记得你的好，还是要全世界把你遗忘？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天的家财万贯，明天会不会一无所有？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这世上没有绝对，你只能够操纵自己的能力范围里的事物，其他的何必烦恼？抓得越紧，越是抓不住。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情人挚爱，不会永远在你身旁。今天不知明天事，记得把握与珍惜现在所拥有的。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人非圣贤，岂能无错？知错能改，孺子可教也。亏心事不能做，否则寝食难安。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明明知道这是一场肯定输的比赛，我们依然永远跟时间赛跑。。。时光不可能倒流，凡是三思而行，作了决定就不能后悔。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一场比赛，只要全力付出，结果一定是好的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110113496614908741?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110113496614908741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110113496614908741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_110113496614908741.html' title='你要的是什么？'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110131283483683466</id><published>2004-11-25T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T00:22:14.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>文字游戏（二）</title><content type='html'>读了疯子的《无病呻吟@杂谈精华》，感触良多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;赞。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一针见血，把时下的语文情况反映出来了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;疯子的语文程度。。。太“独杠”(read: "tokgong") 了。不愧是“精华”。也因为这样，本人觉得很汗颜。。。疯子是学长耶，同样是来自一样的地方，哎哟这华语的程度未免也相差得太远了吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我读过中华文学，考完了'O' 水准便统统“原银奉还”。。。什么唐宋诗词。。。都不怎么记得了。。。记得诗人忘了诗，真丢脸。读过中华文学有如何？唉。。。大学三年级的时候，跑到文学系选修初级文学，考试的时候竟然忘了水浒传的“浒”字怎么写。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叫我读华文书籍，叫我看华文报，叫我说华语，我应该还是死不了，可叫我写，恐怕有点问题了。。。现在要不是有中文输入的软件，我看。。。唉。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这里的双语制度，真的有点行不通哦。。。悲哀。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110131283483683466?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110131283483683466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110131283483683466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_25.html' title='文字游戏（二）'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110130879365716841</id><published>2004-11-24T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T23:06:33.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>突发奇想</title><content type='html'>突发奇想，想到太空游玩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突发奇想，想放下这里的一切，周游列国“普度众生”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突发奇想，想成为最具权威的商业女强人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突发奇想，如果新加坡也有四季之分，那该多好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突发奇想。。。每一个想法都有点不搭线，一跳到四，四跳到五十九。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这样白痴的散文，只有我写得出，看都觉得无聊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无聊之极，尽显痴人说梦话的特征。呵呵。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110130879365716841?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110130879365716841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110130879365716841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_24.html' title='突发奇想'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110111650917906115</id><published>2004-11-22T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T22:12:33.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Attacks... an old email revisited</title><content type='html'>Was going through some of my old emails... and came across this old email directed at me... remember feeling very upset over this... and even as I read it now, I still feel a stab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've edited this post. Originally posted the entire email... but after a couple of hours, I decided it's not so nice to do that... I mean, what would that make me? What purpose does it serve? So I edited this post, to take out the email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the email contents were scary... and it came from someone whom i thought was a friend. I was horrified at the accusations and was very hurt. I felt that I was being bullied and belittled because this person thinks that I am a young punk who deserves to be screamed at. It wasn't easy. The worse thing was someone else got dragged into this whole fiasco as well. I also lost the respect for that particular person, and in a separate email I actually wrote:"respect needs to be earned. and you've lost my respect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident made me doubt my own abilities. For a long time, I was very affected by what was being said of me and my actions, and I really felt that I was a bad employee, bad peer, whatever. You wouldn't understand, if you had not been in the same situation that I was in. Left me trembling with anger, felt I was pushed to the wall, and was already "guilty by suspicion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident, I kept reminding myself to protect my own butt... I've gotten wary of people. All kinds of people, you will meet... be strong, and earn the respect. I'm sorry, but welcome to the real world. It's a dog-eat-dog world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110111650917906115?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110111650917906115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110111650917906115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/personal-attacks-old-email-revisited.html' title='Personal Attacks... an old email revisited'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110111313051952791</id><published>2004-11-22T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T16:45:30.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways to keep a healthy level of insanity</title><content type='html'>A funny mail I received...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars. See if they slow down.&lt;br /&gt;2. Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice.&lt;br /&gt;3. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put your garbage can on your desk and label it "in"&lt;br /&gt;5. Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has Gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso.&lt;br /&gt;6.Tell your children over dinner "due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go."&lt;br /&gt;7. Finish all your sentences with "in accordance with the prophecy."&lt;br /&gt;8. Dont use any punctuation marks&lt;br /&gt;9. As often as possible, skip rather than walk.&lt;br /&gt;10. Ask people what sex they are. Laugh hysterically after they answer.&lt;br /&gt;11. Specify that your drive-through order is "to go".&lt;br /&gt;12. Sing along at the opera.&lt;br /&gt;13. Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;14. Put mosquito netting around your work area. Play a tape of jungle sounds all day.&lt;br /&gt;15. Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their party because you're not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;16. Have your coworkers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Hard Kim.&lt;br /&gt;17. When the money comes out the ATM, scream "I won!", "I won!" "3rd time this week!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;18. When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot, yelling "run for your lives, they're loose!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the final way to keep a healthy level of insanity......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Send this e-mail to everyone in your address book, even if they sent it to you or asked you not to send them stuff like this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110111313051952791?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110111313051952791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110111313051952791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/ways-to-keep-healthy-level-of-insanity.html' title='Ways to keep a healthy level of insanity'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110108514013478669</id><published>2004-11-22T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T09:10:25.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does your beauty lie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/Jai16/1099783764_icsdreams2.jpg" border="0" alt="Dreams" height="200" width="250"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Beauty lies in Dreams. Day-dreamer, creative and forever lost in thoughts. You're a dreamer, wanting more in your life than you have now. Though you a lot of your dreams never seem to leave your own mind. You've created your own little world inside that head of yours and you're most beautiful when your mind is in the clouds with sparkles in your eyes. You'd rather be asleep than awake and people find it hard to have long conversations with you as you mind often wanders and you aren't a big fan of reality. You are long and almost child-like probably with a great love for Fantasy or Science Fiction. You're very creative and most likely love to write wonderful stories or draw and even sing, anything creative that you can use that vast imagination of yours. You're a bit of a puzzle to people love to wonder as to what is going in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Things That Represent You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Element&lt;/strong&gt;: Water, Wind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animal&lt;/strong&gt;: Eagle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Color&lt;/strong&gt;: Purples, Blues,Pinks, Misty Colors &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song&lt;/strong&gt;: Imaginary by Evanescence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expression&lt;/strong&gt;: Blank Stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gemstone&lt;/strong&gt;: Rose Quartz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mythological Creature&lt;/strong&gt;: Unicorn,Fairy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sign&lt;/strong&gt;: Cancer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Planet&lt;/strong&gt;: Saturn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair Color&lt;/strong&gt;: Strawberry Blonde &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eye Color&lt;/strong&gt;: Violet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:"I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple skies fly over me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Jai16/quizzes/"&gt;Where Does Your Beauty Lie? ..::Original Pictures Are Back! Detailed Results::..&lt;/a&gt; brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110108514013478669?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110108514013478669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110108514013478669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/where-does-your-beauty-lie.html' title='Where does your beauty lie?'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110104873504460356</id><published>2004-11-21T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T22:54:09.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>原则</title><content type='html'>做人，要有原则。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到底是要有原则，还是要对得起良心？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然间想到，你的原则，可能不是他所能认同的那一套。同样的，你认为对得起良心的事，可能他做不出。当然，要看你认为什么比较重要。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只要不暗箭伤人，不重“钱”轻友，不说一套做一套，那基本上，你应该是个比较正常的普通人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得，一种米养百种人，在这世界上还是有许多“怪人”。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110104873504460356?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110104873504460356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110104873504460356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_21.html' title='原则'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110087593871006310</id><published>2004-11-19T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T23:08:42.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to know me better? Read my blog!</title><content type='html'>Actually I really didn't know what I was doing when I started my first blog more than a year ago. I mean, it sounded so juvenile... hehehe no offence ya? But as the blogging went on... and after I tried blogging in chinese, boy, I can tell you that this is really quite interesting... and I'm sure no one would disagree on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs are personal stuff... like someone said, it's really a virtual home, some "intangible" abode that people go back to, after a crappy day, some nice warm "living room" that you relax in, except that it doesn't exist anywhere other than the world of binaries and TCP/IP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite funny reading other people's blogs. What they have to say, what they experience, or simply their thoughts. The privacy is lost. For some reasons... like a friend puts it... it's like inviting uninvited visitors to your house and displaying all that you are or are not in front of them... strangers... yet... the interesting part is that we often get so engrossed, that we begin to feel that we actually know this other person being the monitor who's blogging down all those thoughts and feelings... and sometimes, we become friends... in the virtual world. Never met in the entire life... but we know all about the other party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, some blogs reveal soooo much about the author to the point of being crass. I mean, I would never want to publish my more intimate details or whatever, and expose myself like an exhibitionist. I have nothing against them, just that I myself wouldn't want to air my "dirty linen" out in the vast virtual field...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, perhaps one of these days, my blog entries might become a sort of autobiography... it'll be there... and perhaps my children and grandchildren and great grandchildren will be able to know their mum, grandma, great grandma better... through the existence of this blog... assuming blogger remains in business for that long... *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110087593871006310?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110087593871006310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110087593871006310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/want-to-know-me-better-read-my-blog.html' title='Want to know me better? Read my blog!'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110070920095976597</id><published>2004-11-18T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T00:33:20.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>婚前婚后</title><content type='html'>夜深了，便会有很多东西想说。夜阑人静的时候，脑细胞突然活跃？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;常会听到这样的一句话：“婚姻是爱情的坟墓。”那当初为什么选择结婚？因为爱情是盲目的？很奇怪，当你到了一定的年龄，便会有善意的亲朋戚友在一旁催婚。转个身，同样一群善意的人，说的又是另外一句话：“还是保持单身好，要玩的时候至少没有牵挂。”矛盾吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一天，在餐厅看到一对夫妻，男的霸位，女的排队，一猜便猜到应该是结了几年婚的老夫老妻。不出所料，菲佣带着小主人出现。妻子买了食物回来，做老公的吭也不吭一声，便自顾自地开始行动。妻子忙着安顿小孩，一边叫菲佣帮忙喂小孩吃东西。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另一边厢，一对年轻男女显然是在热恋中，男的非常体贴地为女朋友买吃的。两人的眼神交流，仿佛全世界只有他和她。男的把纸巾递给女的，女的为男的擦掉遗留在嘴边的食物。两人小声说，大声笑。真的，全世界就只属于他和她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;婚前婚后，多么大的分别啊！开始觉得可能保持在男女朋友的关系会好点！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和一群同事谈起，却不小心问错了人。问了一位看起来摆明已经结了婚的男同事，男同事淡淡地说：“我太太已经过世了。”看起来已经很平淡的他，不知道被我这样一问，是不是又把他推下山崖。当时的我，尴尬的可以。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对于婚姻，我没什么幻想。当然，这并不表示我排斥婚姻，只是听多了，看多了，现实的残酷，不是一句“有情饮水饱”就能盖过一切的。我不浪漫，天长地久对我来说，好像是天方夜谭，是电影里的主题。爱情，婚姻，都是要经营的，有谁对你满口花言巧语，海誓山盟，劝你还是把眼睛睁大一点。。。再强调一下，我不是悲观，是现实。至少不会被骗。。。有过被蛇咬的经验，你永远都会怕井里的那条绳。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;离题了，呵呵。。。越写越奇怪。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110070920095976597?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110070920095976597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110070920095976597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_18.html' title='婚前婚后'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110068725426457145</id><published>2004-11-17T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T18:27:34.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>遗憾</title><content type='html'>一贯冷傲的脸孔。。。却掩饰不了他的落寞。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又回到了同一个地方，然而景物犹在，人事已非。当初的一时冲动，导致今天这样的残局。自做虐吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼泪缓缓从墨镜后留下。。。后悔又有什么用？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牵挂的人，想念的人，今天只剩下回忆。再也触摸不到，只有在梦里还可能相会。可能而已。人家说日有所思，夜有所梦，为什么他却梦不到牵肠挂肚的人呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再也没有眷恋了。该偿还的都还了，反正这世上值得怀念的都已经只有在回忆里，就随他们去吧。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;后记：那天看到一篇很短很短的短片，主角的那幅神情让我动容。想写下他心里的挣扎，虽然我不知道故事到底是怎样的。。。可能是遗憾吧，那种很深的遗憾，纵使面无表情，还是流露出一种落寞。。。不知道是演员的演技棒，还是我比较多愁善感。。。我不知道那个人的结局如何，或许就这样怀着恨，怀着遗憾过一生吧？&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110068725426457145?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110068725426457145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110068725426457145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_110068725426457145.html' title='遗憾'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110065237357670948</id><published>2004-11-17T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T09:01:20.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>长江后浪推前浪，前浪死在沙滩上？</title><content type='html'>早上听到电台DJ说，“长江后浪推前浪，前浪死在沙滩上”，差点笑死。这或许比原来的“青出于蓝胜于蓝”来的更通俗，贴切吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;早上的广播，谈论着这一届“红星大奖”里四位退位让衔的资深红星，讨论着这样做是好是坏。有人说范阿姐应该也退出“十大”，让更多年轻的“后浪”推上前。。。有人说他们这么做，无非是想为自己找台阶，见仁见智吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己一向来认为，做人和赌博一样，要见好就收。舅舅说我看太多武侠小说，现在什么年代了？难道还想成为天下第一，然后隐居深山野岭，从此不过问天下事？不是啊，我只是认为，到了一定的阶段，应该放慢脚步，今时今日，没有所谓的“indisposable”，你能做的，别人也能做到。。。我可不想到时候“死在沙滩上”。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110065237357670948?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Damn the flu bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had flu for a year already... thanks to the flu vaccination I took a year ago. This year, I didn't take any, and I fell sick... with the horrid bug. Started feeling the "works" on Saturday morning... you know, the strange itchy throat, and bulgy eye feeling. By evening, I was sniffing away, feeling drowsy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent the whole holidays sleeping in bed. The anti-histamine sure worked! It was sad, I was hoping to enjoy myself during the break, as I was stuck in Singapore. Well, seems taht my body insists that I should be resting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the whole of the 3 days, I was eating porridge and porridge, and more porridge. Who was the one who said that if someone's sick, feed him porridge? Is there any scientific proof to say the porridge is good for healing? My dearest boyfriend, insists that porridge is good for sick people! I wonder if he meant people who are sick in the brains... My mum fed me "bee tai mak" when I was sick last time... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally after 3 days of runny nose, I couldn't take it anymore. My nose was sore from the constant blowing and it made me look more like the infamous rednosed reindeer than anything else. More bulgy and watery eyes, bloodshot too, looked so sapped of energy, it made me wonder where did all the sleep go to? I looked as though I've been deprived of sleep for 3 days and 3 nights! I went to see a doctor, and waited... and waited... I think it must have been an hour, before I saw the doctor... for 3 minutes! Got some fedac and danzen and it costed me $38. All because it's public holiday and it was after 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these time while I was at the doctor's, my lovely boyfriend surprised me by buying magazines for me... without me knowing, until I got home and opened my bag... so sweet of him... only thing is... I wonder if I'll be awake to read them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110052588378486270?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110052588378486270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110052588378486270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/of-porridge-and-magazines.html' title='Of porridge and magazines...'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110018562941976391</id><published>2004-11-11T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T23:17:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人生如戏？戏如人生？</title><content type='html'>现在，偶像剧当道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;俊男美女，三（甚至是四）角恋爱，演的人入戏，看的人入迷。梦幻般的布景，导演们的精心布局，编织着一个个灰姑娘或青蛙王子的故事，让观众心甘情愿掉入迷幻世界。偶像剧播完后的余震，非比寻常。突然间所有的偶像剧迷都争着帮制作小组写续集，满足一下自己的幻想，希望故事有个自己能接受的完美结局。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱得轰轰烈烈死去活来。&lt;br /&gt;恨得歇斯底里面目全非。&lt;br /&gt;在那个世界里，爱恨是很分明的，黑就是黑，白就是白，没有所谓的灰色地带。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是现代人的生活太单调吗？是现代人的世界太复杂？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110018562941976391?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110018562941976391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110018562941976391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_11.html' title='人生如戏？戏如人生？'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110001459338768446</id><published>2004-11-10T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T00:46:00.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>《树、叶、风》-转帖自“星语星情”</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;作者：不详&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;树&lt;br /&gt;会叫树的原因，是因为我擅长画水彩画，最爱画树，久而久之，我的画作右下方索性以一棵树来代表我。 高中三年交过五个女朋友，有一个女孩子，我很爱她，却迟迟不敢追，她没有美丽的面孔，没有姣好的身材，没有撩人的魅力，一个再平凡不过的女孩子。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我喜欢她，真的真的很喜欢她，喜欢她的单纯，她的直率，她的可爱，她的智障，她的脆弱。 不追她的原因，也许是潜意识觉得平凡如她配不上我；也许是因为怕在一起后，一切的好感都会消失；也许是怕外人的指指点点伤害了她；也许是觉得，她会是我的，不用急着为了她而放弃一切。 最后这个原因，让她陪了我三年，让她看着我和别的女孩子厮混了三年，让她心痛了三年。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;她很想当一个好演员，但我却像一个严苛的导演。我和第二个女朋友在厕所接吻，被她撞见，她?尴尬的笑笑说：「Go ~ on！」然后跑掉，第二天，她眼睛肿得像核桃一样，我故意不去猜想是谁让她哭成这样，嘲笑了她一天，她在所有人都回家后，在教室哭了起来，她不知道练球回来拿东西的我，看了她一个多小时。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我的第四个女朋友，一直很不喜欢她，有次她们?个吵了起来，我知道依她的个性不会去惹事，但我还是护着女朋友，她被我吼了一下后，愣住，眼泪滑了下来，我无视她的眼泪，陪女友走出教室，第二天，她依旧嘻嘻哈哈的和我开玩笑，我知道她很难过，但她不会知道我的心不比她好受。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;当我和第五个女朋友分手时，我约她出去玩，玩了一天，我对她说：「我有事要对你说。」她说：「真巧，我也有事要对你说。」「我和她分手了。」「我和他在一起了。」我知道「他」是谁，他追她也有一阵子了，是个蛮可爱的男孩子，活泼有趣，充满了热情，追她追得满城风雨。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我不能表现自己的心痛，只能笑笑地恭喜她，但当我回到家，心中的痛楚强烈得令我无法承受，像有个千斤重的石头压在我胸口，我无法呼吸，想大叫却叫不出?，眼泪竟然滑了下?，我掩面大哭，多少次，我也看着她为了那个不愿承认的人掩面大哭。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毕业典礼时，我在手机上发现了一封简讯，这是十天前，我掩面大哭时传来的，只是我一直?有去开过机。 「叶子的离开，是因为风的追求，还是树的不挽留。」 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;叶子&lt;br /&gt;高中时，喜欢搜集叶子，why？因为我觉得，一片叶子要离开它长期依赖的树，好勇敢哩！ 高中三年，我和一个男孩子很好，不算男女朋友那种好，是好朋友那种好，但是，在他交第一个女朋友时，我学会了一种不该有的感觉，吃醋，心中的酸，不是一颗柠檬可以比喻，那就像是100颗臭酸的柠檬，酸到不行，他们只在一起两个月，当他们分手，我还得掩饰自己心中?烈的喜悦，但是一个月后，他和另一个女孩子在一起。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我喜欢他，也知道他喜欢我，可是，他为什么总是不追我呢？明明喜欢彼此，为什么不行动？每当他交一个女朋友，我就心痛一次，一次又一次的打击，让我不禁怀疑，是我一厢情愿吗？不爱我，为什么要对我那么好？他对我的好，已经不是普通朋友可以做到。喜欢一个人，好难过，我可以清楚的知道他的喜好，他的习惯，唯独他对我的感觉，我猜不透，难道要我这个女孩子去开口吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;尽管如此，我还是想在他身边，关心他，陪他，爱他，也许算是一种等待的行为，等待他回来爱我，就像每天晚上等他的电话，等他的简讯，我知道，就算他再忙，也会拨出一些时间给我。这样的等待，陪了我三年，等待是难熬的，是令人想放弃的，但等到的那一刹那，让人第二天会继续等下去。这样的煎熬，这样的痛苦，这样的幸福，这样的矛盾，陪了我三年。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;直到三年级下学期，高二一个学弟喜欢上我，每天的热情追求，令我从一开始的拒绝，渐渐愿意挪出我心房的一些位置给他。他像一阵温柔而持久的风，撩拨我这片摇摇欲坠的叶子，到最后，我发现我已经不想只留一点点的位置给这阵风，我知道这阵风，会带我这片伤痕累累的叶子，到更幸福的地方。 于是我离开了树，树只是笑笑，没有挽留。 「叶子的离开，是因为风的追求，还是树的不挽留。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;风&lt;br /&gt;因为我喜欢的女孩子叫叶子，因为她有一棵令她依恋的树，所以我要当一阵风，一阵呵护她的风。 第一次看见她，是高二我转?一个月后的事，个子小小的她坐在球场旁，一双眼凝视着同和我在球场的学长，每天的社团时间，她总会坐在那里，一个人，和朋友，她的眼光依旧凝视着他，当他和女孩子打打闹闹，她的眼中有泪，当他看向她，她的眼中有笑。看她成了我的习惯，就像她爱看他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;有一天她没来，我心中没来由的焦虑与不安，我无法解释那种感觉，除了不安，还是不安，而且那学长竟然也不在。我冲去他们教室，躲在外面，看着学张骂她，她的眼泪，他的离去。 第二天，她依旧坐在场边，看着他，我走过去，对她笑一笑，拿了张纸条给她，她先是惊讶的看着我，然后笑笑地收下。 隔天，她拿着纸条出现在我面前，然后离开。 「叶子的心太沉重，风吹不动。」 「不是叶子的心太沉重，是叶子根本就不想离开树。」 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我回给她这段话后，她渐渐会和我说话，收我的礼物，接我的电话。 我知道她喜欢的不是我，但我还是有毅力一定要让她喜欢上我，四个月内我告白了不下20次，每一次她都转移话题，但我还是不会放弃，我?定要的人，我就一定会给它追过来！ 一直到不知道第几次的告白，出了口，虽然知道她一定会又说到别的事，但还是有一丝丝希望她的答应，?想到她都不说话，「?在干嘛？怎么不说话？」我对着话筒说。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;「我在点头。」 「啊？」我不敢相信自己的耳朵。 「我在点头！」她大声叫。 我甩掉电话，匆匆披上一件衣服，上了机车，冲去她家按门铃，当她开门的那一?那，紧紧抱住她。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;明明很爱她，却吊高来卖。。。自私&lt;br /&gt;一厢情愿以为等待是必然的，蓦然回首方知蹉跎等于错过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间对不上。。。遗憾&lt;br /&gt;感情对不上。。。错爱&lt;br /&gt;天时地利人和。。。幸福&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110001459338768446?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110001459338768446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110001459338768446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_10.html' title='《树、叶、风》-转帖自“星语星情”'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110001377972265393</id><published>2004-11-09T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T23:22:59.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无题</title><content type='html'>没有所谓的该哭的时候哭，该笑的时候笑。当然，不该笑的时候大笑，搞不好人家请你到后港的别墅小住一下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多年前，爷爷去世的时候，我也没哭。没哭，不代表我和爷爷的感情不好， 相反的，我们的感情很深，很深。问我为什么没哭，我却不知该如何回答。他过世后的某一天，很久很久以后的某一天，我却突然崩溃了。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感情，没有常规，没有逻辑， 没有定律。有的话，还叫感情吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110001377972265393?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110001377972265393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110001377972265393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_110001377972265393.html' title='无题'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-110001008475691474</id><published>2004-11-09T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T22:42:44.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>望穿秋水</title><content type='html'>每一次都这样，空欢喜一场。&lt;br /&gt;每回抱着满心的希望和期待，到最后却全都落空。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开始觉得每一件事都来得比“我们”重要，“我们”永远排在最后。&lt;br /&gt;顾及到“别人”，What about us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我相信每个成功的男人的背后都有一个女人，一位能扶持他的聪明女人。我希望我是你背后的那股推动力，那个小精灵，但也希望能偶尔撒撒娇，享受被宠的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是你变了吗？还是我的期望提高了？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我就像是恶婆娘，时时刻刻向你施压，时时刻刻逼你做你（想？）不想做的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也不想这样。我可以很宽容，但忍耐是有限度的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白痴和天才，只有一线之差。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不想再一次望穿秋水。。。希望这次真的能“一言既出，驷马难追”。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;后记：抒发一下感情。没有头绪，想什么写什么。一句句没有关联的话，只因为我想和某人出国旅行，却往往不能实现。理由？他是工作狂。。。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-110001008475691474?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110001008475691474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/110001008475691474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_09.html' title='望穿秋水'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109983646008603457</id><published>2004-11-07T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:12:57.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Journal Days 5-7</title><content type='html'>Paiseh, never update for a while... I'm always like that... weekends are precious to me, that's why I always spend the entire weekend outside playing... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see if I can still remember what I ate on Friday and Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 5 Nov 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;1 homemade burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;1 pack lemon chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;1 plate steam rice&lt;br /&gt;Some veg&lt;br /&gt;Some beancurd skin, braised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 6 Nov 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;1 bowl Katong Roxy laksa, didn't finish gravy&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugarcane juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;6 pieces of sashimi&lt;br /&gt;1 california handroll&lt;br /&gt;1 tempura maki&lt;br /&gt;1 glass green tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;1/2 spinach pizza&lt;br /&gt;5 meatballs&lt;br /&gt;celery strips&lt;br /&gt;some cheese&lt;br /&gt;A bottle of Vergelegen Merlot shared with my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. Wine killed me again, on Saturday. We were at Wine Company at Dempsey Road at about 8+. It was really crowded. Think the article that Straits Times ran on them, was attracting many people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 7 Nov 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;1/2 bowl of Shio Ramen (Vegetarian)&lt;br /&gt;A bit of glutinous rice&lt;br /&gt;2 small lotus rabbit bun&lt;br /&gt;1 Har Kow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, I had a major bout of migraine. Well, it actually started before breakfast. We were driving around, and I suddenly couldn't focus. I couldn't make out the number plates a car away. It was scary... Not sure if it was because it was too bright, but I started to feel nauseous, very typical of migraine. I think I scared the hell out of my boyfriend. I haven't had migraine in years... and this was really worse than any of the previous occurrences. Went back to rest after that, and slept for 5 hours. Thank God it got better after I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dinner (Yap, didn't eat lunch... was sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 bowl of taiwan porridge&lt;br /&gt;Some Szechuan Veg with Pork slices&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and Sour pork&lt;br /&gt;1/2 prawn omelette&lt;br /&gt;1 can pokka green tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we adjurned to The Fullerton's Postbar for some drinks. Wasn't ready to have alcohol... too bad for my head, so decided I should just have non-alcoholic drinks. Ended up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.5 chicken wing ( wasn't very cooked, so I didn't finish them)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup earl grey tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think the deep frier was too hot, and the wings were not thawed enough. Came out not quite cooked. Disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow's another bingeing day again... :( there is going to be a team lunch... gosh, I really don't want to think about it... read about it tomorrow, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109983646008603457?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109983646008603457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109983646008603457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/food-journal-days-5-7.html' title='Food Journal Days 5-7'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109957429766042121</id><published>2004-11-04T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T21:18:17.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我的爱-孙燕姿</title><content type='html'>绕着上路 走的累了&lt;br /&gt;去留片刻 要如何取舍&lt;br /&gt;前年捡的 美丽贝壳&lt;br /&gt;心不透彻 不会懂多难得&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以为只要简单的生活 就能平息了脉搏 却忘了在逃什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的爱 明明还在&lt;br /&gt;转身了才明白&lt;br /&gt;该把幸福 找回来&lt;br /&gt;而不是各自缅怀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会在 沿海地带&lt;br /&gt;等着潮汐更改&lt;br /&gt;送你回来 你走路姿态&lt;br /&gt;微笑的神态 见你是曾错过的 真爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以为只要简单的生活 就能平息了脉搏 却忘了在逃什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的爱 明明还在&lt;br /&gt;转身了才明白&lt;br /&gt;该把幸福 找回来&lt;br /&gt;而不是各自缅怀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会在 沿海地带&lt;br /&gt;等着潮汐更改&lt;br /&gt;送你回来 你走路姿态 微笑的神态 见你是曾错过的 真爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;莫非这是上天善意的安排 好让心更坚定 彼此更接近 真爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的爱 明明还在&lt;br /&gt;转身了才明白&lt;br /&gt;该把幸福 找回来&lt;br /&gt;而不是各自缅怀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会在沿海地带&lt;br /&gt;等着潮汐更改&lt;br /&gt;试着忍耐 不再怕伤害 不再怕期待 见你时那才是我真爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你走路姿态 微笑的神态 亲你时那才是我真爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109957429766042121?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109957429766042121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109957429766042121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_04.html' title='我的爱-孙燕姿'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109957364366317794</id><published>2004-11-04T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T21:07:23.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Journal Day 4</title><content type='html'>I'm stressed. Eat so much... :( Wanna see what I ate today? I think I'm starting to gross people out. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;1 croissant&lt;br /&gt;1 plate of bee hoon&lt;br /&gt;1 glass of soya bean milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;1 plate spaghetti vongole&lt;br /&gt;1/2 plate of garden greens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;1 plate of rice&lt;br /&gt;some vegetables&lt;br /&gt;some braised meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!! I am hopeless... I actually have training today, that's why I ate pasta in the afternoon. Geez. Then it had to rain... I mean, POUR. We had to cancel training. Obviously my pasta stayed in my system. I wonder which side of the scale would I be... when I weigh myself this weekend. That's it, tomorrow I'm going gym again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109957364366317794?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109957364366317794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109957364366317794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/food-journal-day-4.html' title='Food Journal Day 4'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109949861647379153</id><published>2004-11-04T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T00:16:56.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Food Journal: Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day 3... it's 3 Nov. Not too good, I realised I entertain too much, maybe that's why I'm of this size...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;1 x Khong Guan char siew pau&lt;br /&gt;2 x roti prata (very thin frozen roti prata)&lt;br /&gt;1 glass barley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Chicken rice meal to share, didn't finish rice&lt;br /&gt;1 glass teh-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea&lt;br /&gt;1 Tall Latte from Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;2 pints of pilsner beer&lt;br /&gt;3 chicken winglets&lt;br /&gt;Some calamari&lt;br /&gt;1/2 german sausage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, that's bad... I'm not a healthy eater... *sigh* ultimate depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rainy again, and it has a very familiar feel to it, almost like when I was young again. You know how it always rains at the end of the year and it's almost a sure sign that year-end school holidays are here, and Christmas is approaching? I haven't had that feeling for a long long time, and today (well in fact, this couple of weeks) I had that exact same feeling that I had many many eons ago. Cool! Well the not so cool thing is that, I get reminded that I'm getting old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, hopefully day 4 will go better... this is NOT easy... heehee... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109949861647379153?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109949861647379153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109949861647379153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/food-journal-day-3.html' title='The Food Journal: Day 3'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109944645804889122</id><published>2004-11-03T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T09:47:38.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>欠扁</title><content type='html'>问： 肉粽（Bah Zang）掉了，谁把它捡起来？&lt;br /&gt;答：降龙。因为“降龙十八掌” （降龙拾bah zang）！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109944645804889122?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109944645804889122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109944645804889122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title='欠扁'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109941078981251349</id><published>2004-11-02T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:53:09.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Food Journal - Day 2</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've logged in breakfast... so what did I eat for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 plate of rice with curry gravy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some roast pork&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hainanese pork chop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some braised veg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/4 braised beancurd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 slices of steamed squid with sambal chilli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 cup teh-o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm the reason why so much food was because I was out with the guys and they ordered some dishes from this famous hainanese curry rice stall to share. I didn't finish my rice... too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for netball training @ 7pm, and by 8.45pm, I felt my system slowly shutting down... too hungry. Training was quite intensive, kept doing courtwork, playing short games that lasted 5 to 6 goals each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, we adjourned to Adam Road Hawker Centre for dinner... yikes, potential weight trap. My friend ordered indian rojak to share, but I only ate a bit. Well I think the fancl drink worked, cos I didn't really feel like eating... or maybe it was just because I was too tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 plate of bee hoon goreng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 slices of tau kwa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 slices of potato &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 glass of starfruit juice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... I'm really tired... body still aches, it's a sign of fatigue... my body's screaming to me to go to bed... so... I think I shall just listen to my body, and go to sleep... G'night, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109941078981251349?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109941078981251349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109941078981251349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/food-journal-day-2.html' title='The Food Journal - Day 2'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109936600190760926</id><published>2004-11-02T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T11:26:41.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Food Journal Begins...</title><content type='html'>I know I know... I was supposed to blog it in yesterday... but I was so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: 1 Nov 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 x Tau Sar Pau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 x pork ribs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 x fish slices&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3/4 cup vegetable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 bowl steamed white rice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 glasses of red wine (Shiraz), half filled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bit of warm bread dipped in olive oil and balsamic vinegar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some Calamari fritti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some Beef Carpacio (is this how they spell this word?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Half a plate of Risotto Nero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes... I think the wine killed me. I haven't weighed myself... dun have a weighing machine at home. Leonard's got the OSIM digital weighing machine that calculates body fat as well... but I will only get to use it during weekends... hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually went to the gym yesterday... ran on the treadmill for 30 mins, and did some weights. My body's aching all over now, actually. Felt much better... as though I lost weight... haha... but that's probably my illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah... and I spent money... on this slim-up drink thingie from Fancl... not sure if it works, but it's supposed to aid in the burning of fats... and suppress the appetite... I bought 1 box... and they gave me 2 more bottles. Tried one, it tasted like grapefruit drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's yesterday... I'm going to make sure I eat healthily today... but from what I ate in the morning... it's not going so well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: 2 Nov 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 x peanut butter sandwich&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 x png kueh (the teochew pink glutinous kueh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 x sausage (boiled)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 cup barley drink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak...! But hey, I think they say that the most important meal of the day is breakfast right? So  it  is ok if I eat a little more...? Kekekeke... Aiyo... Lunch is almost here... I think we have a team lunch... darn, not sure what or where we would eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back with more after lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109936600190760926?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109936600190760926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109936600190760926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/11/food-journal-begins.html' title='The Food Journal Begins...'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109923747517314228</id><published>2004-10-31T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:44:35.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Hymns</title><content type='html'>At every Catholic mass there are hymns being sung... Some of my favorite hymns are here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"As a Deer"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a deer panteth for the water, so my soul longeth after Thee ~&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my heart's desire and I long to worship Thee.&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my strength, my shield, to You alone may my spirit yield ~&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my heart's desire and I long to worship Thee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You Are Mine"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will come to you in the silence,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will lift you from all your fear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will hear my voice, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I claim you as my choice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be still and know I am here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not be afraid, I am with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have called you each by name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come and follow me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will bring you home;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you and you are mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am hope for all who are hopeless,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am eyes for all who long to see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the shadows of the night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be your light,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come and rest in me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not be afraid, I am with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have called you each by name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come and follow me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will bring you home;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you and you are mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am strength for all the despairing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Healing for the ones who dwell in shame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the blind will see,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lame will run free,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all will know my name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not be afraid, I am with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have called you each by name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come and follow me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will bring you home;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you and you are mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am the Word that leads all to freedom,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am the peace the world cannot give.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will call your name,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embracing all your pain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand up, now walk, and live!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not be afraid, I am with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have called you each by name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come and follow me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will bring you home;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you and you are mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will have them sung at my wedding... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I will never forget you. See, upon the palms of my hands I have written your name."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 49:15-16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I am the good shepherd,and I know mine and mine know me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jn 10:14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109923747517314228?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109923747517314228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109923747517314228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/favorite-hymns.html' title='Favorite Hymns'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109923344005940847</id><published>2004-10-31T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:37:20.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>黄娜</title><content type='html'>黄娜失踪了20天，找到的却是没了生气的尸体。。。黄妈妈接获僵讯，失声痛哭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个活泼可爱的女生，被人冷血杀害，藏尸水果箱里推下30米的山坡。。。到底有什么深仇大恨，连小孩都不放过？她只不过是一个8岁的小孩。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才没多久，一个女人把一个四岁的小女孩从六楼丢下，一个活生生的小孩，在医院挣扎了几天，重伤不治。大人的恩怨，小孩来偿还？她才四岁而已。。。当凶手抱着她的时候，难道一点恻隐之心都没有？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;几年前，一群青少年把自己的朋友禁锢起来，还对她施下非人的暴行。女生从此留下无法磨灭的疮疤。十几岁的学生，心肠却如此狠毒。这下子，还有谁敢“出外靠朋友”？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人心到底是险恶，还是善良的？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109923344005940847?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109923344005940847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109923344005940847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_109923344005940847.html' title='黄娜'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109923146590247701</id><published>2004-10-31T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:04:25.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>减肥大行动</title><content type='html'>唉。。。又重了。看见镜子里那臃肿难看的身影，真是泄气。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对啊，我就是那种“橡皮圈”体质的人，常常增增减减，有时暴肥，有时又狂瘦一下。现在的我，不堪入眼，总之圆滚滚就对了，看了自己都想吐。再不为自己打算，可能再过几个月，会比大白鲨还要肥，比河马还要笨重！天啊！多么可怕的一个画面！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*打寒颤*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好！我下定决心了！为了不让自己变成大白鲨或大河马，从明天起，我将会把自己每天所吃进肚子的东西统统记在这里，就来个“减肥大行动”！请大家多多支持，为我打气哦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109923146590247701?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109923146590247701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109923146590247701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_31.html' title='减肥大行动'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109907516865643887</id><published>2004-10-30T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T02:39:28.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saga of the laptop that almost died...</title><content type='html'>My laptop crashed a couple of days ago. Damn, it was a horrible, infuriating experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it didn't exactly crashed... it was more like.. going to crash.. the hard disk was working doubly hard and making loud, protesting noises, and the whole laptop was just vibrating. All my work is in there, I can't possibly let it die on me... so I backed up the data, like any good ex-engineer would do, and sent the unit in for service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service centre was great, but what I didn't count on, was the miscommunication/misunderstanding between an irate customer and a technically very sound engineer. I asked for an express service... c'mon, it's month end + fiscal year end, there's quite a lot of work to do! All I needed was the hard disk changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineer: Hello, can I speak to Ms Kee Jillian Kee please?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes this is Jillian speaking.&lt;br /&gt;Engineer: Hi Ms Kee, I'm so-and-so calling from the service centre. You've just sent in a laptop right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes I did.&lt;br /&gt;Engineer: Ms, I'm calling to tell you that although you asked for express service, but we may need a longer time to resolve your problem.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er... ok, so roughly how long would you need?&lt;br /&gt;Engineer: Er... It depends on your hard disk size... it's a 40Gb right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Think so...&lt;br /&gt;Engineer: It would take about 2 hrs for us to scan the disk, if we need to replace the disk, we need some time to do that and reload the OS for you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok... I need it urgently, can't you just replace the disk? It spins very loudly and it is quite possible that the disk is spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;Engineer: Ah Ms, I cannot just replace like that. I need to troubleshoot and check. If the disk is really spoilt, I will change it for you. If I can't find any errors, I will just send the laptop back to you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you mean just send  it back to me? If you can't find the problem, what should I do? No workarounds?&lt;br /&gt;Engineer: If there is no problems, we will just send it back to you... Ms, from the technical aaspect, I cannot give you a workaround now before checking the disk!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes I understand, I am not asking you to give me a workaround right this minute! But just pointer for you, never tell customer that you would return the goods to them because you can't find the problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the call went on for a while, and it got me irritated. Next up, a fellow colleague had to remark that I am teh kind of customer that vendors hate... shit! I was already irritated, and yet someone can come and tell me such things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my laptop back... almost 5 hours later... so happy... and then found out that the windows edition was loaded wrongly!! We use "Windows XP Professional edition", but it was reloaded with XP Home. Darn... after calling them again, they refered me to somewhere else... to reload the OS to XP Professional... and that, my friend... took another day... all in all, I was out of action without my laptop for 2 blahdy days... see la see la? Sometimes the customer service sucks big time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the laptop is back now... and here I am blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109907516865643887?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109907516865643887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109907516865643887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/saga-of-laptop-that-almost-died.html' title='Saga of the laptop that almost died...'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109888785125211452</id><published>2004-10-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T22:37:31.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>文字游戏</title><content type='html'>有人说，我在这里所用的华文字句，很简单。就连他20年没碰华文都能读我所写的小品故事。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想问的是：难道要用上深奥难懂的词句，才能显示出我的语文水平吗？难道我就不能用通俗点的华文来表达自己吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*捶心肝*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本人认为，很多时候，用最简单的句子，是最有效的。太过有墨水，反而变成和广大民众有隔阂。哟不过我得澄清，我不是对“有墨水”的人有偏见哦！嘿嘿。。。简单一点，让各个阶层的人士都有机会接触到我的“作品”，不是很好吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经听过有人在华文作文考试之前，把所有的成语都背熟，然后上考场。之后咧？当然是统统还给老师啦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时常会听到人家说“华文难读”。。。我觉得其实是他们接触华文的机会不多，也不敢去接触华文。。。导致一个恶性循环的发生。我认识一个人，因为迷上了武侠小说，才会打下稳固的华文基础。有一个朋友告诉我，她学日语，因为她想看日本漫画。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;接触多了，你或许就会喜欢上这个文字游戏！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109888785125211452?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109888785125211452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109888785125211452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_109888785125211452.html' title='文字游戏'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109884473617693682</id><published>2004-10-27T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T10:38:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>候 鸟 </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;词/ 方文山 曲/ 周杰伦 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;出海口已经不远 我丢着空瓶许愿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;海与天连成一线 在沙洲对你埋怨&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;芦苇花白茫一遍 爱过你短暂停留的容颜 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;南方的冬天 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我的心却无法事过境迁&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你觅食爱情的那一张脸 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;过境说的永远 随着涨潮不见&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;变成我记忆里的明信片&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你的爱飞很远 像候鸟看不见 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;在湿地的水面 那伤心乱成一遍 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你的爱飞很远 像候鸟季节变迁 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我含泪面向着北边&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你的爱飞很远 像候鸟看不见 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我站在河岸边 被树丛隔离想念&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你的爱飞很远 像候鸟季节变迁 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你往北 向南说再见 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一次听到这首歌，是933全亚洲齐步首播的时候，不晓得歌名是什么，只知道是S.H.E 唱的歌，曲风很“周董”。果然猜得没错，的确是周董为他们三位女生所写的歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;方文山不愧是方文山，把爱情比喻成候鸟。。。 贴切。爱情就好像候鸟，随着季节的变迁，飞到别的地方去。。。来去无踪，来的时候静悄悄，去的时候不留一点眷恋。。。这就是爱情的特征吧?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109884473617693682?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109884473617693682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109884473617693682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_27.html' title='候 鸟 '/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109871975759290584</id><published>2004-10-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:58:16.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“被讨厌”妄想症</title><content type='html'>所谓“被讨厌”妄想症，就是：即使全村人都喜欢你，你还是觉得人人都讨厌你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人天生只要当牡丹，不愿做绿叶。有些人自我评价很低，总觉得大家都觉得她做得不够好，所以不喜欢她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，心里有愧，会使一个人患上“被讨厌”妄想症。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果患者病情轻，还说容易解决。毕竟，解铃还须系铃人。若患者病情严重，那恐怕需要看心理医生了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一句话，you can't please everybody。这世上，一定会有人喜欢你，有人讨厌你，何必把这些过眼云烟的事情看得如此重要呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109871975759290584?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109871975759290584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109871975759290584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_26.html' title='“被讨厌”妄想症'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109867703603736855</id><published>2004-10-25T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T12:03:56.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming...</title><content type='html'>Ya ya... I know I'm ahead of time. Oct's barely up and I'm saying the Christmas is coming soon... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Borders yesterday, and the whole shop is decked with gifts for Christmas... Orchard Road has christmas decorations up on the trees, the season's turning wet (instead of snowing...), the crowd's slowly coming in... the only thing we are missing are the songs... the nice christmas carols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea when the lights will be switched on? It will be nice.... :) I'm looking forward to Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109867703603736855?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109867703603736855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109867703603736855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming...'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109863077033696412</id><published>2004-10-24T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T08:51:13.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>永结同心</title><content type='html'>我的一个好姐妹昨天注册结婚了。。。 认识了十几二十年。。。她脸上的笑容，是这些年来最美，最灿烂，最幸福的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;两人一路走来不易，间中发生了许多事情。。。最后，还是圆满结束，又或者应该说，圆满“开始”。。。现在，才是他俩共同生活的开始。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，看见她那么开心，我们这群老朋友也为她献上最真诚的祝福。。。感觉是有点难以形容，小学时代的种种事情依然历历在目，好像 recess time 跑到 rain tree 下面玩耍等等。。。如今朋友结婚了，彼此的生活有了点改变，感情还会像从前那样好吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想我们应该还是会是彼此最好的朋友吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl，你要幸福哦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109863077033696412?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109863077033696412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109863077033696412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_24.html' title='永结同心'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109837237404109256</id><published>2004-10-21T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T23:32:32.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>超级明星脸！</title><content type='html'>“超级明星脸!Super!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很熟吧？那些有看台湾综艺节目的人一定都懂这个口号。。。有长得像某某帅哥，某某美女的甲乙丙丁路人。有些惨不忍睹，有些还真有几分神似。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人说，小女子我，有一张明星脸，长得像。。。*drum roll please!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;长得像。。。那个女的啦！就是那位?！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁啊？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是那个啦！那个综艺大哥大的黄X千啦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*昏倒*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的妈哟，好像不像，跑去像那个“笑查某”黄小姐？拜托一下啦？我比较像TCS 的“郑X珍”小姐，好不好？不过是撞歪脸的郑小姐！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*吓！*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好歹撞歪脸的郑小姐好过没撞歪脸但“笑叮咚”的黄小姐咧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好好好，言归正传，其实，我是郑X文小姐失散多年，排行最小的妹妹。。。 嘿嘿。。。难道你没看到她在“百X百X觉”里那个造型，跟我很像吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有啊？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那请你再回家看VCD 看多几遍，要不到KBox 去点她那首“不拖X欠”来唱唱看。。。想我的时候，又看不到我，那你应该知道怎么做了吧？哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;超级明星脸，噢我才是明星！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*以上言论，并不代表作者在清醒之后的立场。。。如有冒犯之处，请在下一次日蚀三分钟之后，拨电至 +xx xxxx xxxx询问详情。*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109837237404109256?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109837237404109256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109837237404109256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_109837237404109256.html' title='超级明星脸！'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109834846567428500</id><published>2004-10-21T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T16:47:45.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无题</title><content type='html'>留言越来越少了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然不指望每一位看倌留点只字片语。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很想把 tag-board 拿掉。。。因为把它放在这里，好像都没用。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;。。。&lt;br /&gt;。。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。。&lt;br /&gt;。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;欲言又止。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许因为不能引起共鸣，所以。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么当你希望天空会下雨的时候，老天总是会和你开玩笑？明明天天都下雨，明明天空都已经乌云密布，雨点，还是不肯下来。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么当你想去海边晒太阳，老天偏偏让原本猛烈的太阳躲到云后还下起雨？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么当你想搭德士的时候，总是等不到德士？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉。。。Murphy's Law。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109834846567428500?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109834846567428500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109834846567428500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_109834846567428500.html' title='无题'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109834019605199378</id><published>2004-10-21T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T14:29:56.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>祝我生日快乐</title><content type='html'>我知道伤心不能改变什么&lt;br /&gt;那么 让我诚实一点&lt;br /&gt;诚实 难免有不能控制的宣泄&lt;br /&gt;只要关上了门 不必理谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 一个人坐在空荡包厢里面&lt;br /&gt;手机 让它休息一夜&lt;br /&gt;难 像切歌切掉回忆的画面&lt;br /&gt;眼泪不能不能流过十二点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 生日快乐 我对自己说&lt;br /&gt;蜡烛点了 寂寞亮了&lt;br /&gt;生日快乐 泪也融了&lt;br /&gt;我要谢谢你给的你拿走的一切&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还爱你 带一点恨&lt;br /&gt;还要时间 才能平衡&lt;br /&gt;热恋伤痕 幻灭重生 祝我生日快乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109834019605199378?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109834019605199378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109834019605199378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_21.html' title='祝我生日快乐'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109825659781375714</id><published>2004-10-20T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T15:16:37.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Constant</title><content type='html'>Of all things in the world, ladies and gentlemen, the only thing that is constant is change. For some people, it means a life struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you still remember your first day of school? Or your child’s first day of school? It’s horrible, isn’t it? The ruckus being kicked up; the tears that flowed endlessly; the sheer strength that forced your parents to literally drag you to school. That’s most likely the first major change for as long as we remembered. We resisted, yet we prevailed. Obviously! Otherwise we wouldn’t be here today, would we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in taking change in stride. On my first day of school when all the kids around me were bawling their eyes out, I walked out of the classroom after my mother, asking for pocket money. I have to eat during recess time right? I’d reckoned that it was hopeless trying to make my mum change her mind in sending me to that crazy place. Ah… young girl, embracing the first change in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes are inevitable. Changes can be positive or negative. Changes throw people off track. Changes create a whole lot of uncertainty. Most of us here, are unfortunately not programmed to welcome change. We are risk adverse. We fear about the unknown on the other side of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a comfort zone for every one of us. We are so accustomed to something, that we become lazy. Of course, this comfort zone may not be the most comfortable, but why rock the boat? Ever feel that you are so miserable in what you are doing but just can’t bring yourself to get out of the misery? Yes! That’s exactly what I am talking about. You may have already been so settled, that the thought of getting out of the misery spells fear and uncertainty to you! I know how it feels, to be scared of what lies ahead. I’ve been through this not once, but many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know me very well, you know this. I was a Hwa Chong student. One of the best colleges, they say, hence they conclude that I must be smart. But, instead of acing my subjects, I almost couldn’t make it to university. During the university admission exercise, I got posted to computer science, something which I had NEVER touched in my whole life until that point. It was a radical change, it was a tough challenge, I didn’t know where it would take me. But, I didn’t know what else I could do, so I went ahead. Going with the flow of things, I made sure I make it to be a positive experience, at the very least, a neutral one. That step that I took, transformed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change means a whole lot of things. That’s why we are all so apprehensive and hesitant about changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is equivalent to responsibility. You have to start accepting responsibility for where you are right now, not the way you think they are but the way they really are. You have the ability to take your life from where it is and create what you really want. You have to be open and willing ? open to a deeper understanding of what can be possible and willing to let go of the way it is and what has come before. In order to transform, you must focus on the vision you hold for the future instead of how it has been in the past or even where it is today. It means getting clear about what you want and the vision you see for yourself, then making a commitment to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change also means excitement, challenge and opportunity. Being open for possibilities means creating a life beyond what you can think of today. It means that there are no limits to how wonderful life can become if you are open to receive that which the world has to offer. Keep the focus on what you want your life to look like and stop putting up with people or things that get in the way of your dream. Remember, you are responsible for your life and its course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop getting in your own way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, this minute, you have the power to change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the commitment to no longer accept mediocrity and you have taken the first step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: life was not meant to be a struggle and if we stay in the flow it will never be a struggle. It is only when we hold on to our attachments or try to control a situation that needs to change that we begin to struggle. And when we surrender control and trust in the perfection of all things, we bring ourselves back into the flow. The transformation will be tremendous, like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, in search of bigger, better things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is waiting. Start embracing change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109825659781375714?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109825659781375714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109825659781375714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/only-constant.html' title='The Only Constant'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109816278008715222</id><published>2004-10-19T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T13:18:42.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“虹彩妹妹”</title><content type='html'>昨晚和小妹聊天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;小妹&lt;/strong&gt;：今天在comp lab做project的时候，看到一个女的。。。她坐在第一排，然后一直跟着Class 95 唱歌咧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我&lt;/strong&gt;：啊? 真的吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;小妹&lt;/strong&gt;：真的?！还翘脚咧！越唱越虹彩妹妹。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我&lt;/strong&gt;：？什么是“越唱越虹彩妹妹”？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;小妹&lt;/strong&gt;：（唱）&lt;em&gt;虹彩妹妹嗯海哟（很 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;哟）！&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天啊！怎么我妹妹那么欠扁，那么lame？？？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109816278008715222?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109816278008715222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109816278008715222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_19.html' title='“虹彩妹妹”'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109808771648649370</id><published>2004-10-18T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T16:21:56.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I blog...</title><content type='html'>It's funny. Sometimes I wonder why I blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I really have nothing to say... I don't have good ideas to share, I don't have an interesting life that is amusing to readers out there. I don't even know if anyone else besides Odie, is reading. What the hell am I writing for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday, I'm still sleepy from Saturday night's party, and I just don't feel like doing anything. Yes... the party occurred on Saturday night into the early Sunday morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is getting officially tied down... my friend of 16 (or is it 17?) years. Goodness... time flies. She's having a beach wedding reception and the dresscode is obviously beachwear and sundresses. Damn. I can't wear sundresses... I look fat in them. I have 1 week... well, less than 5 days to be exact, to slim down, or risk looking like a giant with flabby arms that puts dumbo's ears to shame. I'm too fair... maybe I should book myself into some spa and get a brownie treatment... maybe if I look burnt I would look skinnier... and therefore look better in sundresses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a speech to prepare for... it's suppose to inspire the audience... heck. I'm not even feeling inspired myself. What can I say? I am no Anthony Robbins... It's on wednesday... I'm going to die...! Real inspiring speakers do it without cue cards.. they are so flamboyant! With fantastic body lang! With cool, inspiring vocab! I'm going to die... I should just go home and write my speech... and rehearse to my dad's fish... or the family tortoise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... it's a dreary monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109808771648649370?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109808771648649370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109808771648649370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/as-i-blog.html' title='As I blog...'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109806588222636041</id><published>2004-10-18T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T13:37:04.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>岁月不饶人</title><content type='html'>老了。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前几天才说自己尽显老态，只不过是练练球罢了，就腰酸背痛，还痛了几天。今天。。。唉，原来单单一晚没睡，喝多点含有酒精的饮料，就能累上几天。我的妈哟。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想当年，（人家说当一个人开始用“想当年”的时候，就代表他老了）“偶”连“冲”几天都没问题咧，隔天上班还是精神奕奕的哦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想当年，什么“long island tea”，“tequila pop”， 都是小事一桩啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在啊？唉。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上个周末，应该是我这两年来最“happening”的一个周末。礼拜五，和同事到“Paulaner Brauhaus”去，喝了点德国啤酒。礼拜六，喝一群朋友庆祝“Hen's Night”，喝了3瓶红酒，一瓶梅酒，外加一点Tequila，耗到早上四点多才睡，七早八早又爬了起来。。。结果，到了今天，因为睡眠不足的关系，我还觉得累。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的是老了。。。唉。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109806588222636041?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109806588222636041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109806588222636041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_18.html' title='岁月不饶人'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109776749900519436</id><published>2004-10-14T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T23:24:59.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>啐啐念</title><content type='html'>很久没练球。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个星期练了两天。。。 太神奇了。要不是因为比赛快来了，我也不会去练球吧？不不不，应该说要不是因为比赛快到了，我也不会跑去运动？哎，真是太失败了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是不喜欢打球了，而是想要尝试一下其他的东西。你可能会说，一个星期才练一次，很辛苦吗？问题是，当你只有那一天可以做自己想要做的事，或是那一天才能和某人吃饭聊天，你会选择什么？现在，priority 不一样了。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;话说回来，今天练球练到很饿。。。很久没有这样的感觉了。。。饿到昏的感觉。差点就走不回家了。。。回到家一看，还好有剩菜，才不至于吃快熟面。嘿嘿，还有绿豆汤可以喝哦！还好还好。。。想当年，当我还年轻健壮的时候，练完球回家一定是吃快熟面。。。吃到怕。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哎呀。真的是有点老态了。太久没活动一下筋骨，运动的时候心有余而力不足，运动过后满身酸痛，走起路来都困难。真是丢人现眼。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很累。。。该去补充睡眠了，等我明天清醒点才来写点东西吧！晚安！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109776749900519436?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109776749900519436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109776749900519436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_14.html' title='啐啐念'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109766925258671391</id><published>2004-10-13T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T20:07:32.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>故事</title><content type='html'>原来写作的，除了丰富的感情以外，还需要细腻的心思，入微的观察力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放眼天下，故事无所不在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个人都有他的故事，一连串大大小小，重要的不重要的，在某一个时间，交叉分道。这世界就好像一个巨型的蜘蛛网，把大家串起来。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些故事，天天都在上演，只是扮演故事里的角色的人不同罢了。&lt;br /&gt;有些故事，一开始就注定是个悲剧，不管如何弥补，如何发展，它终究是一个悲剧。&lt;br /&gt;有些故事，高潮迭起，情节的发展往往让人意想不到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一件所发生的事，都一定拥有许许多多不同的观点。有时候，单一（或双方面）的观点都不能勾画出一个完整的画面，要真正了解，一定要从每个角度来看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多事情，也不能只是看表面来下定论，有可能需要追溯到很久以前才能理出个头绪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;望着在街上游走的行人，他们在想什么？&lt;br /&gt;看着坐在车里的人，他们现在往哪里去？&lt;br /&gt;餐厅里沉默对坐的一对男女，他们之间又有怎么样的故事？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109766925258671391?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109766925258671391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109766925258671391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_109766925258671391.html' title='故事'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109765252336859742</id><published>2004-10-13T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T16:09:53.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>原点（她）</title><content type='html'>望着他的背影慢慢离去，离开了那个充满回忆的地方。可能早就知道结局是这样的吧。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那年夏天，他的出现，颠覆了原有平静的生活。他的殷情，他的体贴，诱惑着孤单的我。长途恋情原来没办法填补寂寞的空虚。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那年秋天，受不了诱惑，一头栽了下去。我们托着手，在浪漫城市漫步。 心里的不确定，在这时浮起。 或许一切来得太快了，可能过了些时间会好一点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样，我们开始过着甜甜蜜蜜，偶尔吵吵闹闹的日子。有时候，我还是会问自己到底做了这个选择对吗？我不想说，怕扰乱了平静温馨的生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样，我们一起走过数个秋天，平平淡淡，无风无浪。原本以为会这样到老，却不期然遇到久违的人。一个令我牵挂很久的人。。。沉睡已久的感情一发不可收拾。。。 在一个夏天，我对他说：“谢谢，对不起。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很久以前，我就知道选择是错误的吧？兜了一圈，我又回到了原点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109765252336859742?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109765252336859742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109765252336859742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_109765252336859742.html' title='原点（她）'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109763221676829169</id><published>2004-10-13T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T15:29:27.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>原点（他）</title><content type='html'>默默离开了那个地方。那个充满了无限回忆的地方。&lt;br /&gt;早就该料到会是这样的结局。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那年夏天，我们初相识，惊为天人。不，不，她没有倾国倾城的花容月貌，不过却散发出一种不同的气质。像是百合那样纯洁，脱俗的气质。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那年秋天，我们托着手，在浪漫城市漫步。她显得有点拘谨，不过相信过了一段时间就没问题了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样，我们开始过着甜甜蜜蜜，偶尔吵吵闹闹的日子。她有时会陷入沉思，不晓得在想什么。我没问，不想扰乱平静温馨的生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样，我们一起走过无数个秋天，平静得如细水长流，无风无浪。直到某年的一个夏天，她说她要走了，只对我说了声“谢谢，对不起。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她从此从我的生命里消失，兜了一圈，我又回到了原点。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109763221676829169?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109763221676829169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109763221676829169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_13.html' title='原点（他）'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109756366102579136</id><published>2004-10-12T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T16:51:00.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Paralysis</title><content type='html'>One of the things I absolutely can't stand... is decision paralysis. U know how it is, going round and round but not coming to ANY decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so difficult to decide on anything? Or maybe I should ask why is it so difficult to come to a common understanding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's because no one takes the lead, but sometimes, people just want to be difficult. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello??? Didn't anyone tell u that time is MONEY? For God's sake! It's an old cliche that has been around for AGES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, and while I'm on that topic... Punctuality. Oh please! Getting people to be on time for appointments is bloody difficult. Must bring the apoointment time 30 mins early than the stipulated time so that everyone can be on TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on... Make me stop! Make a decision now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109756366102579136?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109756366102579136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109756366102579136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/decision-paralysis.html' title='Decision Paralysis'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109750605004010630</id><published>2004-10-11T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T22:47:30.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我又想起你 - 江美琪</title><content type='html'>我想我还要继续学习&lt;br /&gt;悲伤的时候不闭上眼睛&lt;br /&gt;趁眼泪还没有形成前&lt;br /&gt;就蒸发到空气里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想我还要继续努力&lt;br /&gt;听完了情歌可以不决堤&lt;br /&gt;那些蠢蠢欲动爱的回忆&lt;br /&gt;会让思念都哭泣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我想起你&lt;br /&gt;有一种绝望的灰心&lt;br /&gt;总会让街头某个相似背影&lt;br /&gt;惹得忍不住伤心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我又想起你&lt;br /&gt;是我躲避不及的原因&lt;br /&gt;总以为可以否定你的爱情&lt;br /&gt;却在不成眠的夜&lt;br /&gt;我又想起你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109750605004010630?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109750605004010630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109750605004010630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_109750605004010630.html' title='我又想起你 - 江美琪'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109750024341249413</id><published>2004-10-11T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T21:12:40.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>超人不再</title><content type='html'>超人没了。心脏衰竭，终年52。连超人都有离开的一天，更何况是我们这些凡夫俗子？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，那只是我们一厢情愿地认为超人永远都不会死，巨星永远都不会陨落，就这样一厢情愿地认为，忘了他们其实和我们一样，同样会生老病死。他们永远那么耀眼，把最美的一面呈现给大家，背后的艰辛，又有谁会知道？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们或许代表着一个美好的梦想，一个灰姑娘的故事，或许让平民们暂且忘却现实生活的苦难。。。 他们塑造了一个个神话，就好像占士甸和猫王一样，就好像梅姑和哥哥一样。。。现在超人也和他们聚在一起了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一代巨星，谁能替代？&lt;br /&gt;唉。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109750024341249413?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109750024341249413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109750024341249413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_11.html' title='超人不再'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109746355626580560</id><published>2004-10-11T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T10:59:16.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run? Are u sure?</title><content type='html'>I said I would run right? After that binging spree yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6am, just like what I said I would do... but... it was POURING!!! Darn. I went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I will ask my sis along for a run tonight... to atone for my laziness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109746355626580560?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109746355626580560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109746355626580560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/run-are-u-sure.html' title='Run? Are u sure?'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109741661990322892</id><published>2004-10-10T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T21:59:32.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Functional Food?</title><content type='html'>Had a wide array of food today. For some reason, we decided to check out new places. After all, the routine of sashimi and pasta is boring me to death already. In the end, we checked out a Peranakan place at Katong during lunch, and had satay and BBQ stingray at Lau Pa Sat in the evening. Not too bad... but we both ended up feeling fat and unhealthy... which brings me to, is food functional? Or is it to be enjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some people subscribe to the "Live to eat" school of thought. They believe, our existence in this world would be incomplete, if we do not get to enjoy the various exotic delicacies and that they might as well not exist, if good food is unavailable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other group of people, on the other hand, thinks that they "eat to live". Food is functional to them, as someone I know puts it, it only serves the purpose of filling them up and giving them the essential energy to partake in daily activities. Whether the food is delicious would therefore be irrelevant to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how Singapore is. Singaporeans would TRAVEL and QUEUE to find good food. We have all the "wine and dine"s and "makan sutra"s and the "unofficial guides" to good food, and often, you find long queues in front of the stall. Sometimes, it is just overrated hype, sometimes, it is really worth the wait. It IS the national past time, perhaps rated even higher than shopping. It's the best business to go into, if you don't mind getting dirty and working when others are resting. Even when economy is down, F&amp;amp;B thrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm feeling so fat now, that I think I'm going to the gym or something tomorrow. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109741661990322892?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109741661990322892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109741661990322892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/functional-food.html' title='Functional Food?'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109723204772082856</id><published>2004-10-08T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T18:40:47.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>迷</title><content type='html'>迷。。。 可能是你迷路了，可能是你为某一样东西着了迷，导致迷失方向。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么意思？字面上的意思啊！&lt;br /&gt;不懂？那你已经走入了迷宫，失去了方向。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些女人，迷糊的可以，天真可爱。&lt;br /&gt;有些男人，迷失自我，天昏地暗。&lt;br /&gt;有些男男女女，天生和方向感贴错门神，走到哪里就迷路到哪里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;许多人都认为男人天生方向感比较好，女人只有跟的份儿。真的是如此吗？嘿嘿，也有例外的吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男人自觉方向感好，那为什么仍然迷失情欲世界 （注：是“情欲”，不是“情感”噢！），迷恋遥不可及的人与物，沉迷在自己编织的世界？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人真的迷糊吗？只是睁一只眼，闭一只眼罢了！男人做的事，统统逃不过女人的火眼精睛，问题在于女人是否要追究？不是吗？小时候做的顽皮事，妈妈会不知道？长大“走私”，女朋友/老婆会不晓得？迷糊一点，有时候可能会比较好吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;迷恋，迷失，总有一天会梦醒。梦醒之后，所着迷的事物，还像在梦境一样，令人难以自拔吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109723204772082856?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109723204772082856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109723204772082856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_109723204772082856.html' title='迷'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109717110175497636</id><published>2004-10-08T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T01:45:01.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>第三者</title><content type='html'>女生遇见了男生。男生的殷情关照，让女生倾心不已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;两人于是开始形影不离，关系变得暧昧。男的口口声声说爱她，却不曾在公共场所拖小手，总是保持一尺的距离。旁人不断暗示着女生，奈何女生被爱冲昏了头，也变得盲目，所有明显的迹象都看不到，更何况是“暗示”？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过了不久，女生开始发觉不妥。四处打听之下，才知道原来男生已经有了发妻。女生曾经想不计名份，却越想越不甘心，一方面觉得自己似乎在浪费时间和感情，一方面也觉得对不起男生的妻子， 产生了罪恶感。在几个星期后，女生挥剑斩情丝，重获自由。可笑的是，女生从来不知道男生的话是否只是用来哄骗小女生的花言巧语。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事隔多年，男生遇见了女生，对她说了句“对不起”。“I'm not sorry about what I did, I'm sorry for what has happened to you.” 很奇怪的一句话，除了这句话的主人，相信应该是没几个人能解读吧？当年所发生的事，就让它随风而去吧。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109717110175497636?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109717110175497636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109717110175497636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_08.html' title='第三者'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462447.post-109711517340698285</id><published>2004-10-07T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T11:57:17.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>杂草精神</title><content type='html'>做人一定要有打不死的精神，好像杂草一样，春风吹又生。。。 哈哈。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨晚的一轮ICQ，差点把朋友吓死。情绪低落，自怨自哎，简直不像自己。压力太大，有点“起笑”。。。说的话都有点怪怪的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘿嘿，朋友，不要慌哦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我，就好像杂草，能够承受压力，踩啊踩的，最多干枯一两天，隔天得到了充分的滋润，又绿油油的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友，谢谢你的关心，杂草只要发泄出来，一晚的时间，又会恢复精神，像凤凰一样，死灰复燃。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“离离原上草，一岁一枯荣。野火烧不尽，春风吹又生。”哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462447-109711517340698285?l=worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109711517340698285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462447/posts/default/109711517340698285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofdaydreamz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_07.html' title='杂草精神'/><author><name>The Oons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
