<?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-14906510</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:23:16.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice of Vis</title><subtitle type='html'>more of You 
and less of me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2126084727837559114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2126084727837559114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2008/03/3mango3.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-3157535054296339888</id><published>2008-03-28T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T14:16:53.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i really need to find my place of thrashing out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop bottling up everything gek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-3157535054296339888?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/3157535054296339888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=3157535054296339888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/3157535054296339888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/3157535054296339888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-i-really-need-to-find-my-place.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-1227768533017552684</id><published>2008-03-28T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:37:52.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if thats all you need, go for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-1227768533017552684?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/1227768533017552684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=1227768533017552684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/1227768533017552684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/1227768533017552684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-thats-all-you-need-go-for-it.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-8780742915424914373</id><published>2008-03-23T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T04:14:48.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these 3 words are really helpful whenever i thought of giving up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"IF NOT FOR..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could be someone doing something else if not for alot of things or people.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not an easy road, but i am still glad i am not taking this path alone&lt;br /&gt;for Your rod and Your staff comforts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;the greatest thing you can assure me is that You will never leave me nor forsake me.&lt;br /&gt;and i am still glad, i am assured in Your arms of embrace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8780742915424914373?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8780742915424914373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=8780742915424914373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8780742915424914373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8780742915424914373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2008/03/these-3-words-are-really-helpful.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-4867694301262895859</id><published>2008-03-19T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:12:55.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, it really feels good to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;yet there are times where things are so hard to forget.&lt;br /&gt;yet, they are just like sand.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, it just slips away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(how long can we hold on to our hurts? )&lt;br /&gt;(how long can we be angry with ourselves?)&lt;br /&gt;(how long can we chose to be who we really want to be?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just.... How long?&lt;br /&gt;the truth: as much as we want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-4867694301262895859?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/4867694301262895859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=4867694301262895859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4867694301262895859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4867694301262895859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-it-really-feels-good-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-1347842444627796050</id><published>2008-03-12T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T13:31:11.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really love my work and i really love my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;2 of them are going to leave soon.......&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, nothing beats me seeing the lives in whom i have sowed into grow and prosper in all things :)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fen if you are reading this, i really miss you and cant help but smile when i think of you. may you smile when you  think of me too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all us who are undergoing assignments and never ending work of issues of life to settle, we know that eventually we're gonna do it with a supernatural backbone we don't know how but still gonna do it somehow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i begin to love transitions because i know i am one step closer to my rainbow!! HAHA! *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-1347842444627796050?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/1347842444627796050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=1347842444627796050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/1347842444627796050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/1347842444627796050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-really-love-my-work-and-i-really-love.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-9180504835867386166</id><published>2008-02-29T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:33:01.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my best friend</title><content type='html'>what a Friend i've found&lt;br /&gt;Closer than a brother&lt;br /&gt;I have felt Your touch&lt;br /&gt;More intimate than lovers&lt;br /&gt;Jesus~ Jesus~ Jesus~&lt;br /&gt;Friend Forever.&lt;br /&gt;what a Friend i've found&lt;br /&gt;more faithful than a mother&lt;br /&gt;It would break my heart&lt;br /&gt;to ever lose each other&lt;br /&gt;Jesus~Jesus~Jesus~&lt;br /&gt;Friend Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of a best friend i have.&lt;br /&gt;and a Best Friend we all have.&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/14906510-9180504835867386166?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/9180504835867386166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=9180504835867386166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/9180504835867386166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/9180504835867386166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-best-friend.html' title='my best friend'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-520312289635813893</id><published>2008-02-25T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:29:58.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATM</title><content type='html'>despite being the fact that after 20years of my life i have never stepped into City Plaza before, i laid my first step into the building yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught up with A. and T. later at coffeebean. was a really good talk and we promised to  have more of such gatherings often. sometimes, we really need to plan and practically know how to get wealth when we know we are already empowered to do so. T. told me some of his investments and it was a kind of mini career biz talk. Initially, i thought its really not my cup of tea, but i realised its actually not a bad idea. yet, there is this glimpse of uncertainty within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATM Tuition centre. Sounds not bad right?&lt;br /&gt;haha its A. who gave the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another incident that struck me this morning was when P. told me his best friend passed away in a bike accident on his birthday. how bad could it be?&lt;br /&gt;i am really worried about him though we have never met for years. Still, we're all in the people business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the least we could do is to have faith and believe for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-520312289635813893?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/520312289635813893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=520312289635813893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/520312289635813893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/520312289635813893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2008/02/atm.html' title='ATM'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-7544605815815173996</id><published>2008-02-20T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:28:41.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>陪你走了一段最唯美的国度</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="p14" bg style="color:#ceeefb;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span black=""&gt;丝路&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="right" bgcolor="#ceeefb"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3.baidu.com/m?tn=baidump3lyricp&amp;amp;word=%CB%BF%C2%B7&amp;amp;ct=150994944&amp;amp;lm=-1&amp;amp;rn=1&amp;amp;pn=1#" onclick="javascript:window.print();"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td height="24" width="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;歌手：&lt;/strong&gt;梁静茹  &lt;strong&gt; 专辑：&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span black=""&gt;丝路&lt;/span&gt; 通往爱的路途  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td class="p14"&gt;如果流浪是你的天赋&lt;br /&gt;那么你一定是我最美的追逐&lt;br /&gt;如果爱情是你的游牧&lt;br /&gt;拥有过是不是该满足&lt;br /&gt;谁带我踏上孤独的&lt;span black=""&gt;丝路&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;追逐你的脚步&lt;br /&gt;谁带我离开孤独的&lt;span black=""&gt;丝路&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感受你的温度&lt;br /&gt;我将眼泪流成天山上面的湖&lt;br /&gt;让你疲倦时能够扎营停驻&lt;br /&gt;羌笛声胡旋舞为你笑为你哭&lt;br /&gt;爱上你的全部放弃我的全部&lt;br /&gt;爱上了你之后我开始领悟&lt;br /&gt;陪你走了一段最唯美的国度&lt;br /&gt;爱上了你之后我从来不哭&lt;br /&gt;谁是谁的幸福&lt;br /&gt;我从来不在乎&lt;br /&gt;谁是谁的旅途&lt;br /&gt;我只要你记住&lt;br /&gt;星星就是穷人的珍珠&lt;br /&gt;你的笑支撑着我虔诚的最初&lt;br /&gt;狂风沙是我单薄衣服&lt;br /&gt;穿越过亚细亚的迷雾&lt;br /&gt;羌笛声胡旋舞为你笑为你哭(ho~为你哭)&lt;br /&gt;hey爱上你的全部放弃我的全部(我的全部)&lt;br /&gt;云破日出&lt;br /&gt;你是那道光束&lt;br /&gt;带着平凡的我走过奇迹旅途&lt;br /&gt;爱上了你之后我从来不哭(no~oh~)&lt;br /&gt;我从来不在乎(我不在乎)&lt;br /&gt;谁是谁旅途&lt;br /&gt;我只要&lt;br /&gt;你记住&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-7544605815815173996?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/7544605815815173996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=7544605815815173996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7544605815815173996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7544605815815173996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_20.html' title='陪你走了一段最唯美的国度'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-6931961022312755014</id><published>2008-02-18T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:32:53.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>I quoted this from Wenbin's blog and i totally agree. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But then again, isn't love the most needed emotion in the whole wide world?&lt;br /&gt;No matter what kind of love it is, kinship, friendship or relationship.&lt;br /&gt;We survive on air, food,water and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we need love to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes thats true.&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/14906510-6931961022312755014?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/6931961022312755014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=6931961022312755014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/6931961022312755014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/6931961022312755014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2008/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-7178243560988366113</id><published>2008-02-14T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:24:09.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things that matter most must never be at the mercy of things that matter least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&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/14906510-7178243560988366113?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/7178243560988366113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=7178243560988366113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7178243560988366113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7178243560988366113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-that-matter-most-must-never-be.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-5157727421050195803</id><published>2008-02-08T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T15:57:17.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>海阔天空</title><content type='html'>Tong tong tong qiang, tong tong tong qiang... Here comes CNY, the much awaited and much not so awaited one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, its still CNY! Never did i think that my room would be done in a day with the positive naggings and lending of hands from my dad and mum. Yet, with head raised and eyes lifted, i'm proud to say MAVIS SIN YOKE JING has managed to clean her room!!! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;Now, its FINALLY presentable and i've learnt that staying messy is really an excuse, but i cant help but love to be messy once in a while... agrhh, gek gim stop compromising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CNY house tour started since the eve and my family had really at least put on a few pounds here and there. Not to mention the fanatic mum who changed her top and bottom green when some new year countdown programmes says that Green is the colour for her year. green shirt and green pants???! sorry, but she's so high over it!! HAHA justs laugh it off la, after all it comes only a year. Mum and dad decided that this year we should all go green and healthy even in our selection of the ingredients for steamboat. Okay. Anyway, why must steamboat be called STEAMBOAT? where on earth does it looks like a "boat" ? We had practically 70% vegetables and 30% meat. Hm.. but they turn out pretty well! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, the visit to my dad's sister, in other words my aunts place was truly an awesome one. They whole building and architectural design of that whole place is truly amazing! They bought over this piece of land near changi prison, and build the entire whole house again. There's 3 levels and a Basement! Pretty awesome! I really like the way the master bedroom is like,  Spacious, with big full length mirrors, pleasant colours and an amazing bathroom with a jacuzzi bath tub and so many green plants which make you feel like you're at some 世外桃源！Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;its really amazing how the basement is constructed too. ( its my favourite! ) Its acually this special room which has a karaoke set and lcd projector and after the lights are dimmed, when you lift up your heads, you could practically see small, yet bright and colour changing twinkling stars on the ceiling. They're simply so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we hear of the pains and troubles to maintain such a big house. How my cousins would not be able to find their mother after they wake up from a nap; my aunt would need to carry about her mobile with her as she goes to the garden to clear the leaves. OH YES, the garden. hahaha the kois there are so fat now!!! Its really so hard to maintain a big 4 storey house with 4 family members and practically 1 wife to maintain the whole house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, &lt;em&gt;beneath every glorious appearance requires utmost maintainance&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its important to do some self maintainance too.&lt;br /&gt;But its more important to have a mind set thats ever more ready for progress.&lt;br /&gt;And i simply love that word; &lt;em&gt;Progress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;芬，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放飞梦想、海阔天空。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-5157727421050195803?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/5157727421050195803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Nobody knows how much you know until they know how much you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay strong and get braver each day my beloved friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is still someone who cares out there ;)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention, at some critical stages of a  person's life, we need to really and really make the wisest decisions we could ever make.&lt;br /&gt;make or break.&lt;br /&gt;to hold on or to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll pray that even know you have made a wrong choice, God would  eventually make a u-turn for you pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-7080010550978893351?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/7080010550978893351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=7080010550978893351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7080010550978893351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7080010550978893351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2008/02/nobody-knows-how-much-you-know-until.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-8956435920331124062</id><published>2008-01-29T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:29:38.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maturity doesn't come with time or age.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8956435920331124062?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8956435920331124062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=8956435920331124062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8956435920331124062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8956435920331124062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2008/01/maturity-doesnt-come-with-time-or-age.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-1727561573360595849</id><published>2008-01-24T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:32:59.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthias</title><content type='html'>i was wondering what someone told me this week,&lt;br /&gt;" we will never rise higher than the group of people we are mixing with"&lt;br /&gt;" we sometimes need to let go of certain people in order to progress forward."&lt;br /&gt;"we need to find someone who can really be of the same frequency as us so we could help and mould each other".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was looking back on the friendships i had with various people, and i marveled how many exactly have i known heart to heart and soul to soul. i do believe in soul mates and i believe people of the opposite gender could be soul mates too. speaking of my current position, i am however still thankful for the people God has placed over my life and in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times i told myself that i might not be good enough to be Someone's Plan A. But in His eyes, Judas was meant to be a Plan A but he fell and betrayed Jesus in the end. On the other hand, the man of a different spirit, Matthias had a deep spiritual hunger to know God. The beautiful thing is, Matthias was never Jesus' 12 disciples, hence he was a Plan B. Yet in the end, he was one of the 70 who was being called by Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe that though others might tell me i am a Plan B, I would really not lose heart anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is someone who proved me wrong - Matthias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-1727561573360595849?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/1727561573360595849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=1727561573360595849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/1727561573360595849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/1727561573360595849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2008/01/matthias.html' title='Matthias'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-911392530220615912</id><published>2008-01-07T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:27:59.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Goals to GO!</title><content type='html'>Really, year 2008 has started like 6 days ago, and this is the 7th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After linking on to my schoolmate, Carmen Lum's blog, I was really amazingly impressed and  motivated by the goals that she plans to set, target and achieve.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what she says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Life, unlike a book, cannot be flipped back because you do not have any pages for you to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, unlike a book, also cannot be skipped &amp;amp; forward right to the ending part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the best way is, to live your life as best as you can, to achieve as much as you can &amp;amp; to create as many memories as you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And yes, i thought Mavis its time for GOALS SETTING! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past has passed, and definitely there are areas which i still need to change and be a better person for. hopefully but surely, i hope that this would be a glorious year for me, and my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vis @ lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-911392530220615912?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/911392530220615912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=911392530220615912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/911392530220615912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/911392530220615912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2008/01/have-goals-to-go.html' title='Have Goals to GO!'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-5879920641063121163</id><published>2008-01-04T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T13:28:31.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working 08</title><content type='html'>I used to think that i was kind of blog savvy until i proved my own self wrong.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO i am back!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not to mentioned Raise &amp;amp; Ryo gave birth to 5 lovely babies this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm walking on a new road, leading a brand new life"&lt;br /&gt;" I need You, I need You in me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- vis @ work.&lt;br /&gt;lunchtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-5879920641063121163?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/5879920641063121163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=5879920641063121163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5879920641063121163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5879920641063121163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2008/01/working-08.html' title='working 08'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-2694821833801255248</id><published>2007-11-19T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:49:41.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raise &amp; Ryo.</title><content type='html'>it was red, bloody and naked.&lt;br /&gt;with my eyes and physical senses i witnessed one.. three..no.. four.. oh no but five newborn,&lt;br /&gt;the third one didnt even get to breathe or greet the rest like his siblings did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was a brief intro to the introduction of some new members in my family.&lt;br /&gt;being a amateur hamster breeder, there's nuts i would know to the art of hamster raising.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, it was truly an introduction to humanity at its most critical moment - Child bearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think wishfully that they are both males until they were caught in the act one late afternoon while i wanted to clean their nest. i hope and pray nothing would happen.. BUT.ppoof... here i am with 4 newborn hammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, i seperated the babies from the mum, and after reading some facts on the web, i realised babies needed milk. so my mum place them back to the cage. i hope today wouldnt be the last day that i'd be seeing them, cos some webs say that immature mothers would eat their offsprings up if they are not mentally prepared to raise them up. well, sounds as bad as abortion. then i remembed my friend telling me that while his hamster gave birth, and it was late upon realisation the babies were left with heads. :S okay.... I PRAY earnestly the BEST would ever happen to the four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, she cant be called hairy any more. and furry is sucha feminine name for the other one.&lt;br /&gt;now, i suddenly remember Pastor Phil mentioned about God giving the heroes in the books a new name just in last week's service. HAHA!! since my hammies have attained parenthood, they should be given new names too! OKAY. the mother shall be called Raise and the father Ryo. Haha Raise means to grow, breed, increse and AWAKEN. haha i like that :) and Ryo simply means Excellent in Japanese. i love that very much too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to love their new names even more! Anyway, i was looking up baby names i really names like Zeal (meaning with passion)! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, off to lunch with parents, is so nan de to have them both together around and me around of course! ciaos~! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-2694821833801255248?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/2694821833801255248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=2694821833801255248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2694821833801255248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2694821833801255248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/11/raise-ryo.html' title='Raise &amp; Ryo.'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-7948428742730502092</id><published>2007-11-07T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:34:31.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a million ways could not explain; you're lovely.</title><content type='html'>You're the sweet dreams that soothe me&lt;br /&gt;When I can't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;You're the field in the middle of the city&lt;br /&gt;When I'm rushing by at the speed of light&lt;br /&gt;You're the strong resolution when I find no peace&lt;br /&gt;You're the church bells ringing in the evening&lt;br /&gt;When all is quiet You whisper comfort&lt;br /&gt;That lifts my heart&lt;br /&gt;I get so weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Ooh You're lovely, lovely&lt;br /&gt;You're the center of my universe&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times I look around me and I find&lt;br /&gt;Ooh You're lovely, lovely&lt;br /&gt;You're the center of my universe&lt;br /&gt;A million ways could not explain&lt;br /&gt;You're lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the soft words that touch me&lt;br /&gt;When I just can't speak&lt;br /&gt;You're the breeze on the ocean in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me to greet the day&lt;br /&gt;You're the flowers I remember seeing in Italy&lt;br /&gt;Colors through a golden harp&lt;br /&gt;Bright and radiant, soft and fragrant&lt;br /&gt;In the noon day sun, it makes me sing&lt;br /&gt;I understand there may be grief&lt;br /&gt;And there may be pain&lt;br /&gt;But I'm aware You blind the darkness&lt;br /&gt;With Who You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-7948428742730502092?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/7948428742730502092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=7948428742730502092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7948428742730502092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7948428742730502092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/11/million-ways-could-not-explain-youre.html' title='a million ways could not explain; you&apos;re lovely.'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-8458314733423489991</id><published>2007-11-01T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T02:53:17.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went on to another friend's blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people really change too fast; way amazingly fast.&lt;br /&gt;thats a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, which ever thing my friend wants to do or is trying to do, i'll give him my fullest support. really feel that he should go for it if he really think thats what he wants. ;)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my next phase of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luo ft is talking about pay wages with MOE in the near future as a Diploma holder and a Bachelor's Degree holder.&lt;br /&gt;Its the same job; yet different pay.&lt;br /&gt;We have to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;Pursue knowledege while you still can. yup, i know i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it? i am joining the workforce in a year's time.&lt;br /&gt;however, young adulthood is never the same as adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;well if it is so, then adulthood should just sum it all.&lt;br /&gt;to summarise adulthood in 2 words: responsibilities &amp;amp; commitments.&lt;br /&gt;there would be more bills to pay, more mouths to feed and more lives to be living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things will have to change;&lt;br /&gt;but before it comes ...&lt;br /&gt;i'll first get my heart prepared.&lt;br /&gt;for life is like a box of chocolates;&lt;br /&gt;you'll neverk now what you'll get. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Your promises my heart turns brave.&lt;br /&gt;and my heart tunes a love lullaby tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8458314733423489991?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8458314733423489991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=8458314733423489991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8458314733423489991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8458314733423489991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-went-on-to-another-friends-blog-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-4909237040910733506</id><published>2007-11-01T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T02:24:46.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>many times human would get busy with themselves and unintentionally neglect the people around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read a friend's blog. and my heart wept when i learnt what she is going through.&lt;br /&gt;God, i pay please heal her heart...and wounds leftover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to love like You, have loved me.&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart for what breaks Yours&lt;br /&gt;Everything i am for Your kingdom cause&lt;br /&gt;As i walk from earth into Eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my freedom&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You're the Reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-4909237040910733506?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/4909237040910733506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=4909237040910733506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4909237040910733506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4909237040910733506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/11/many-times-human-would-get-busy-with.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-8643710237543730028</id><published>2007-10-30T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T03:42:24.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the soon and Coming.</title><content type='html'>数几十天前，我从怨恨每早将面对上学的距离&lt;br /&gt;从此，我不再讨厌这段路。&lt;br /&gt;脚踏实地，不从不忙地&lt;br /&gt;踩着梦的拼图&lt;br /&gt;现实，虚幻就在那一瞬间&lt;br /&gt;打开这一扇门&lt;br /&gt;与熟悉的气息面对面&lt;br /&gt;悠扬悦耳的唱起离骚之歌&lt;br /&gt;" 没有你我还能做什么"&lt;br /&gt;原来, 我什么都不想要&lt;br /&gt;要的，&lt;br /&gt;即将来临。&lt;br /&gt;盼着。期待着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"失比受更有福 "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;－－&lt;br /&gt;it is more blessed to give than to recieve..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8643710237543730028?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8643710237543730028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=8643710237543730028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8643710237543730028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8643710237543730028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/10/soon-and-coming.html' title='the soon and Coming.'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-8448107236615114588</id><published>2007-10-22T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:43:45.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can press on when you press in.</title><content type='html'>" My friend Keith took his wife, Sarah, to Cozumel, Mexico, to celebrate their anniversary. Sarah loves to snorkel. Give her fins, a mask, and a breathing tube, and watch her go deep. Down she swims, searching for the mysteries below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith’s idea of snorkeling includes fins, a mask, and a breathing tube, but it also includes a bellyboard. The surface satisfies him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, however, convinced him to take the plunge. Forty feet offshore, she shouted for him to paddle out. He did. The two plunged into the water where she showed him a twenty-foot-tall submerged cross. “If I’d had another breath,” he confessed, “the sight would have taken it away.” "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- sometimes its more than just a touch, but all about pressing in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8448107236615114588?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8448107236615114588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=8448107236615114588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8448107236615114588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8448107236615114588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-can-press-on-when-you-press-in.html' title='you can press on when you press in.'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-1633261229314849304</id><published>2007-10-16T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T02:56:58.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“教书不是一张玫瑰床”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;－－&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多东西不也一样吗？&lt;br /&gt;不是每样事情都会天时地利人和...&lt;br /&gt;天时喜欢在你最忙的时候让你更忙&lt;br /&gt;地利喜欢在你最疯狂的时候火上点油，令人High翻天&lt;br /&gt;人和更不在你我五指之内。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唯一能控制的，唯有自己............而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感谢好朋友，感谢阿岳《ok》&lt;br /&gt;听了仿佛还蛮令人也跟着“ok ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我niam 一下，再来就发泄。&lt;br /&gt;we all learned in school, there is an input and output.&lt;br /&gt;就如吃饭。boleh tak!&lt;br /&gt;well, 我有时候也想通过博客output 一下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼看墙上的钟，天。&lt;br /&gt;嘀嗒嘀嗒，那两只小老鼠三更半夜的又在“健身”&lt;br /&gt;they never rested one night on the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;“冼玉晶，还不快跟我温习功课！！！”&lt;br /&gt;我可想象妈妈的样子。可爱极了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;打起精神来！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah i know, its so random!&lt;br /&gt;but here i am，back to revision&lt;br /&gt;and back to my hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*闲人免入*　&lt;br /&gt;Do Not Disturb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-1633261229314849304?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/1633261229314849304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=1633261229314849304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/1633261229314849304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/1633261229314849304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-5722214048394643851</id><published>2007-10-14T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T04:23:04.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>串岳</title><content type='html'>dont walk in front of me;&lt;br /&gt;i may not know how to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont want behind me;&lt;br /&gt;i may not know how to lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just walk beside me.;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i can ask for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱我别走&lt;br /&gt;在路口&lt;br /&gt;ｏｋ&lt;br /&gt;就让这首歌&lt;br /&gt;认输&lt;br /&gt;思念是一种病&lt;br /&gt;小星星&lt;br /&gt;你说有个女孩&lt;br /&gt;很难&lt;br /&gt;就让这首歌&lt;br /&gt;再见&lt;br /&gt;unplugged我&lt;br /&gt;demo你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;旋律不再被打断&lt;br /&gt;我一个人跳舞&lt;br /&gt;自由&lt;br /&gt;私奔到月球&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-5722214048394643851?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/5722214048394643851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=5722214048394643851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5722214048394643851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5722214048394643851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_14.html' title='串岳'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-4741960915803029519</id><published>2007-10-04T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T03:55:53.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what does it mean when everything's gone&lt;br /&gt;then come, the long awaited horizon.&lt;br /&gt;what does it mean where flowers blosomed,&lt;br /&gt;trees bore fruits, leaves turned red&lt;br /&gt;till winter comes and everything's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back and forth i walked through the woods&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt find the reason why i should&lt;br /&gt;get out of where i am and become something more&lt;br /&gt;a carpenter's Son came and told me this&lt;br /&gt;" you  are never meant to be alone"&lt;br /&gt;" you are mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt try to ask Him why&lt;br /&gt;He looks orinary, yet He's no normal Guy&lt;br /&gt;times and times where i am lost&lt;br /&gt;in the woods, in the oceans, or through the fire&lt;br /&gt;the Carpenter Son, " where are You? "&lt;br /&gt;"help me, or i'll die!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why when i know He'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;still worry that i might not make it through?&lt;br /&gt;all i know my heart needs You.&lt;br /&gt;all i need is just one word&lt;br /&gt;that i am with You, rather&lt;br /&gt;than You with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-4741960915803029519?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/4741960915803029519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=4741960915803029519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4741960915803029519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4741960915803029519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-does-it-mean-when-everythings-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-2999625530167664319</id><published>2007-10-02T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:30:26.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我要快乐</title><content type='html'>the misty eyes and the cloudy skies&lt;br /&gt;admist the amethyst chrysanthemum&lt;br /&gt;an unreflected mirror not known&lt;br /&gt;still, hidden words kept...untold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passion danced zealously in the songs&lt;br /&gt;embraced life on its very own&lt;br /&gt;seconds and decades fade away&lt;br /&gt;whats left? only solitary moments stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears shed being kept in a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;unspoken secrets surrendered from the beholder&lt;br /&gt;to tell to keep to lift to know&lt;br /&gt;to move to learn to cry to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faithfulness of a love so real,&lt;br /&gt;never ceasing urge to hold on&lt;br /&gt;running and running still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;for just a glimpse of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人活在这世上，还有责任。&lt;br /&gt;你不只需对自己负责而已...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的心飘洋过海为了你而来&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要快乐，我要能睡得安稳。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-2999625530167664319?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/2999625530167664319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=2999625530167664319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2999625530167664319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2999625530167664319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='我要快乐'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-2249233462504453375</id><published>2007-09-27T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T01:15:58.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>如果你也听说</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;我没有你想像中那么坚强&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我只是擅长用微笑去&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;伪装&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;不是吗&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我没有你形容的那么勇敢&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我偶尔也会慌&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我也和你一样&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;曾经年少轻狂&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;受&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;一点伤&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我们都是一样&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;相信永远不远&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;但坚持却有点难。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;带着现实的铐&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;摺叠我剩余的微笑&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;带着我的祈祷&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;摺叠我累积的问号&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;开始一次的&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;单身潜逃&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人总是现实的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还是我。&lt;br /&gt;如果你也听说is a very nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;突然发现站了好久&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;不知道要往哪走&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;还不想回家的我&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;再多人陪只会更寂寞&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;许多话题关于我&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;就连我也有听过&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我的快乐要被认可&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;委屈却没有人诉说&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;夜把心洋葱般剥落&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;拿掉防卫剩下什么&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;为什么脆弱时候&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;想你更多&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;如果你也听说&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;有没有想过我&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;想普通交朋友&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;还是你依然会心疼我&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;好多好多的话想对你说&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;悬着一颗心没着落&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;要怎么附和&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;舍不得又无可奈何&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;如果你也听说&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;会不会相信我&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;对流言会附和&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;还是你知道我还是我&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;跌跌撞撞才明白了许多&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;懂我的人就你一个&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;想到你想起我&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;胸口依然温柔&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-2249233462504453375?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/2249233462504453375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=2249233462504453375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2249233462504453375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2249233462504453375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='如果你也听说'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-2476987895405708099</id><published>2007-09-25T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:18:54.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont take too long to say, cause time has a habit of slipping away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;One More Moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take too long to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt; to the ones you love&lt;br /&gt;Cause &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; has a habit of slipping away&lt;br /&gt;And out on the clear blue sky&lt;br /&gt;When lightning strikes on a sunny day&lt;br /&gt;Just take me in and keep me from the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the words that seem &lt;em&gt;so hard&lt;/em&gt; to say&lt;br /&gt;Come out when you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;Just stay a little while and&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;hear me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I want you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;For just one more moment&lt;br /&gt;For just one more moment with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn away to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;With each and every word that passes by&lt;br /&gt;Like a distant memory&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; keeps slipping away&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; will turn to grey&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; will be the one who holds you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the words that seem &lt;em&gt;so hard&lt;/em&gt; to say&lt;br /&gt;Come out when you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;Just stay a little while and hear me say&lt;br /&gt;That I want you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;For just one more moment&lt;br /&gt;For just one more moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I want you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;For just one more moment&lt;br /&gt;For just one more moment with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes time will treat you bad&lt;br /&gt;Before you even know what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;And in the end it hits you hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please tell me you'll be strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; will treat you bad&lt;br /&gt;Before you even know what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;And in the end it hits you hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please tell me you'll be strong&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-2476987895405708099?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/2476987895405708099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=2476987895405708099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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smile or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circumstances might not change, but my thinking can change ;)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just a brief update of what's been happening in my life..&lt;br /&gt;leonard msned me one day last week and asked me if i liked animals. well, sure i do.&lt;br /&gt;he went on asking, " how about hamsters? ".&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. i really dont mind hamsters since i used to live in a house with 2 dogs.&lt;br /&gt;so... i ended up with 2 male hamsters* i specially requested not to have female ones*, namely Furry and Hairy. Well, i really really want to upload their photos here on blog, but they're so camera shy and unfriendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been teaching a sec 2 boy tuition, and he's Amos. I'm his english and chinese tutor. We see each other once a week on mondays. And surely, i'm glad to start my week by doing something meaningful. Amos has 3 other siblings and they are nice and hospitable people ;)&lt;br /&gt;( i dont mind giving english/chinese tuition to any level on thursdays if u have any lobang !! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been papmering myself a little here and there during the week, enjoying my bus rides and journey to and fro school. Spending some time with my mummy and sometimes daddy.. what else can i ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fen once said, its amazing how people can come in and out of our lives. and yah, i really agree to that. there are friends who will only find you when they need your help, friends that will only be there when things are going good, or when they urgently needed you. Time might not the best test for friendships, but true friendships are really the ones that are tested over time. Now, see and look. who are the onese that remain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a deep breath *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the phase of life which i am in, God is the constant of my life. and i am really thankful Abba! Even when everything else fails, His love is unfailing and it endures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am very thankful of the important people whom He has placed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;great listeners, people who understands and people who accompanies......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank You :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8140626247257148323?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8140626247257148323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=8140626247257148323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8140626247257148323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8140626247257148323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/09/thankful.html' title='thankful'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-3582915346376906720</id><published>2007-09-09T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:51:27.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the strongest people on earth are not those who really seem strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but those...&lt;br /&gt;who dares to admit their weaknesses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but those...&lt;br /&gt;who are in their weaknesses, yet allowed God's strength to be made perfect in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" My strength is perfected in your weaknesses "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-3582915346376906720?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/3582915346376906720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=3582915346376906720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/3582915346376906720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/3582915346376906720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/09/strongest-people-on-earth-are-not-those.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-7112408278025242477</id><published>2007-09-03T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:54:11.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>are there times in your life where you didnt get an opportunity to bid someone goodbye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-7112408278025242477?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/7112408278025242477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=7112408278025242477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7112408278025242477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7112408278025242477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/09/are-there-times-in-your-life-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-7290374901065477812</id><published>2007-08-30T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T01:08:44.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEBREWS 12:1-2 (NKJV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More mornings than not I drag myself out of bed and onto the street....I run because I don't like cardiologists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since heart disease runs in our family, I run in our neighborhood. As the sun is rising, I am running. And as I am running, my body is groaning. It doesn't want to cooperate. My knee hurts. My hip is stiff. My ankles complain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things hurt. And as things hurt, I've learned that I have three options. Go home. (Denalyn would laugh at me.) Meditate on my hurts until I start imagining I'm having chest pains. (Pleasant thought.) Or I can keep running and watch the sun come up....If I watch God's world go from dark to golden, guess what? The same happens to my attitude. The pain passes and the joints loosen....Everything improves as I fix my eyes on the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that the counsel of the Hebrew epistle--"looking unto Jesus"?  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- taken from Max Lucado Daily Devotions 29 Aug 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-7290374901065477812?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/7290374901065477812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=7290374901065477812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7290374901065477812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7290374901065477812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/08/let-us-run-with-endurance-race-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-5257822186404637989</id><published>2007-08-28T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T01:40:42.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>船到桥头自然直</title><content type='html'>天空那么大， 唯有岁月不留白&lt;br /&gt;我悄悄地来，正如我悄悄的离开&lt;br /&gt;不带走一片云彩&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ 每一天在你的怀里等待，每一夜我感觉你的存在” ， 耳熟的旋律把我从模糊非清醒的梦中敲醒。我半睁开眼，望着天花板。我想今天一定会是一个非常有意义的一天！（今天是星期一）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星期一。对我正在教补习的学生来说，这又是一个漫长的一天。6点起床上学。7点多钟准时上课。今天我让他写了篇文章，题目列为：“不如意的事情十之八九，这是每个人都亲身体验过的，我也不例外”。14岁的他从文章中告诉了我他是如何狼狈地过了一个非常不愉快地一天；如何快速奔驰到巴士车站，然后目睹公车从自己面前开过、然后天不作美，还下了一阵倾盆大雨，把他变成鸡类的一种 --- 落汤鸡。可能你会笑他，怎么会友那么倒霉的事儿？很奇怪，虽然他过了非常不顺利的一天，但他面对事情的态度使身为家教的我因此而反思。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他写着：“只要跟自己讲下一天就会没事的”。先别纠正他的语法问题，他其实想表达的是，明天会更好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不能否认，随着成长的岁月增加，人也渐渐学会并且还更懂得如何去体会与面对某种问题。很可笑的是，很多时候我们常把“忧”挂在嘴上，而这样的“忧”又能持续多久？有位朋友曾经告诉我，无论三七二十一，地球还是会转动。就算生命中缺少了什么，你始终还会发现你还活着，你的心还跳动着。生命的真谛之一不是懂得如何吃喝玩乐，则是苦中作乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只要你活着，你就有足够的理由为自己找到属于你心中渴慕的那条路。&lt;br /&gt;而那，就在一个选择之间。选择不能环保更不能再度循环；你只能有那么一次的机会做出决定。你也必须为自己的选择负上101%的责任。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是多么重要的一个选择…别做了选择而来不及后悔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;古人说话今人听&lt;br /&gt;船到桥头自然直&lt;br /&gt;风吹风铃摇一摇&lt;br /&gt;千百年中史中史&lt;br /&gt;唯有一首醉相思&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-5257822186404637989?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/5257822186404637989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=5257822186404637989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5257822186404637989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5257822186404637989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_28.html' title='船到桥头自然直'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-2525324775517302018</id><published>2007-08-26T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T01:43:32.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here to blog a short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad that each year's birthday, there seems to be more and more people who would come and wish me. in a way, i felt truly blessed and blissed ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much for the wishes, love, smses, friendster testimonials, time to accompany me and cute little presents that i gurantee you would stay by my side even when you cant remember you gave me something before! haha, i simply have this tendency to keep things for a long time, i guess i got this attribute from hm... my dad! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( there was once i found a card invitation to "SilverStar awards 2003" and i think fen made that card... haha it was meant to be thanksgiving during Xiaorong's time. okay, i still have that card with me till this day. right, i felt like a garang guni lah! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to where i was. I had an very awesome 19th birthday. ( on the whole )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was schoolday.&lt;br /&gt;we had subway( fang, chinlam, sooshan)&lt;br /&gt;met jianhui to recieve my 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle present! ( okay, really admired his patience in doing. i myself would not have sat down and do jigsaw.. hahaha )&lt;br /&gt;met a fren who gave me a lift to aunty rona's. then i did my nails. ( in the end they didnt lasted that long)&lt;br /&gt;rushed home to change and freshen up. ( i can finally fit into that dress!)&lt;br /&gt;off to meet my beloved members at city hall for fireworks&lt;br /&gt;fireworks display. ( haha romantic experience! but not very practical. only lasted for 30mins? =x ok lah, its free!! )&lt;br /&gt;they bought a Delifrance STRAWBERRY fruit pie with a candle on it and presented it and sang Happy Birthday to me right after the last fireworks display. haha its a very sweet surprise!&lt;br /&gt;then we were soooo hungry. we went to eat at the food street next to esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;so, we took a bus and went to catch Secret at 11.55pm. ( can i confess this is my first midnight show! ) it such a great movie!!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;thats all for my 19th birthday update.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schooling at NIE has been, alright 1) a new experience 2) lecuturers are very compassionate 3) tiring. Its quite _________ ( fill in the blanks) la.. travelling 1.5 hrs to and 1.5 fro just to get to school for lessons. thank God on average my shortest day is filled with 4 hrs of lessons and longest would be 6 hrs of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, i dunno how to end this, cos i feel quite sleepy enduring until this line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA BE A CHAO MUGGER &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salt and light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-2525324775517302018?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/2525324775517302018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=2525324775517302018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;我也不会奔跑&lt;br /&gt;逃不了最后谁也都苍老&lt;br /&gt;写下我时间和琴声交错的城堡&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-4685585255636545239?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/4685585255636545239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=4685585255636545239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4685585255636545239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4685585255636545239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-8464308505917106096</id><published>2007-08-12T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T01:12:23.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8464308505917106096?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8464308505917106096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>take these wings and learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;to the highest mountain in the sky&lt;br /&gt;take these eyes&lt;br /&gt;and learn to see&lt;br /&gt;all the things so dear to me&lt;br /&gt;take this song and learn to sing&lt;br /&gt;fill your voices with all the joys of spring&lt;br /&gt;take this heart and set it free&lt;br /&gt;let it fly&lt;br /&gt;let it fly&lt;br /&gt;let it fly&lt;br /&gt;beyond the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel, im so gonna miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Kuku tan kiukiu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-424307043475848634?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/424307043475848634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Emmanuel's hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Falling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me in Your holiness&lt;br /&gt;Lead me in Your righteousness&lt;br /&gt;How I love You&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Saviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm weak You make me strong&lt;br /&gt;Bearing my cross I carry on&lt;br /&gt;How I need You&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search my heart O Lord&lt;br /&gt;You know my every thought&lt;br /&gt;An open book to You&lt;br /&gt;I placed my all in Your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling at Your feet&lt;br /&gt;As the whole world fades away&lt;br /&gt;Falling at Your feet&lt;br /&gt;Let my life be wholly Thine&lt;br /&gt;My life be wholly Thing, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel, Emmanuel&lt;br /&gt;Abba Father never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Your hands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so secure&lt;br /&gt;You're here with me&lt;br /&gt;You stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Your love remains&lt;br /&gt;Here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close I believe&lt;br /&gt;You're holding me now&lt;br /&gt;In Your hands I belong&lt;br /&gt;You never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  gave Your life&lt;br /&gt;In Your endless love&lt;br /&gt;You set me free&lt;br /&gt;And show the way&lt;br /&gt;Now  I am found&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;All along, You were beside me&lt;br /&gt;Even when I couldn't tell&lt;br /&gt;Through the years&lt;br /&gt;You show me more of You&lt;br /&gt;More of You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-3258825761377515985?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/3258825761377515985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder why time has to pass so quickly when holidays are always at the very last week. HAHA, anyway i love to embrace the truth and the truth is, i am starting school on AUG 6!&lt;br /&gt;I remember those early primary school days where Bata would have their school shoes ad going like this : Back to School @ Bata. I remembered owning a pair of Bm2000 school shoes, yeah those with the valcro on, then my very own shoe laced shoe comes along in secondary school. I also remembered wearing pumps through upper primary days and hang around the school football field catching tadpoles with the rest of the guys. to think of it now.. YIkes. I seriously used to be very garang. Now i am still garang la of course! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As students we used to think that at the start of a new term or semester we ought to bring something new to school and that would surely make us feel proud of our new flashy items. I realise as i grow older and attend more schools, or even have an earning power myself, new items doesnt seem to fantasize me anymore. be it or not, you still got to go to school, no particular excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about a day's time I would probably be taking my long so super not anticipated nafa test. after being a truly " du shu ren" , i really " du shu " lor, its been ages since i last exercise. i bet, my stamina will be like so rusty on the actual day. regardless of that fact, i just know that ihave to give it a try. and not running away from it. else, i wouldnt know how i would turn out to "perform".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes so quickly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i too feel that my parents are getting older as time goes by too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is Grandma's death anniversary.I'll never forget the goodness and the close relationship i had with my grandma for the 11years she was with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess everyone that is placed in our lives are special. and no one can replace one or another in your heart. in our hearts we simply have places for different people. its just that whether they occupy a lage portion or a small one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-5870713875579154959?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/5870713875579154959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=5870713875579154959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5870713875579154959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5870713875579154959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wonder-why-time-has-to-pass-so.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-2383034674957485174</id><published>2007-07-27T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T03:48:02.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>True living begins when we've live beyond ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mathilda would never forget that real yet simple fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True living happens because you started from the basics and continue to do the basics for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foundations and Fundamentals are important in our life.&lt;br /&gt;to build a HDB flat, you need the blueprint, the floorchart to plan, hire workers to build the building and you need to buy an apartment in the building to live in it.&lt;br /&gt;To live at storey level 10 doesnt come by chance. You got to build level 1,2,3..... and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me that I must never forget my first Love, the reason i sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections of the day: durians can be exotic delicious and maverllous. to some durians simply stink, and is super pungent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Hence, there is no right/wrong in many things. its just a choice on how you wanna approach something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful i am a durian lover. and Thank Daddy for the delicious durians.. i hope you wont smell durians of me when i open my mouth..... MUAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear peii, old kwok and dear huiling, we are meeting in less than 12hrs time! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-2383034674957485174?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/2383034674957485174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=2383034674957485174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2383034674957485174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2383034674957485174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/07/true-living-begins-when-weve-live.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-8601263878652108840</id><published>2007-07-26T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T02:22:51.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change, moving on and change.</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes, words are all that we need to brighten our lives, strengthen our spirits and understand that difficulties are there to make a better us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a title="" href="http://www.joichua.com/blog/www.paulocoelho.com"&gt;Paulo Coelho’s&lt;/a&gt; book, “Like the Flowing River” where he wrote these words for the winner of the Nobel Peace Prize, &lt;a title="" href="http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/peace/laureates/2003/ebadi-autobio.html"&gt;Shirin Ebadi&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Persian poet Rumi once said that life is like being sent by a king to another country in order to carry out a particular task. The person sent may do a hundred other things in that other country, but if he or she fails to fulfil the particular task he or she was charged with, it is as if nothing had been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the woman who understood her task,&lt;br /&gt;To the woman who looked at the road ahead of her,&lt;br /&gt;and knew that hers would be a difficult journey.&lt;br /&gt;To the woman who did not attempt to make light of those difficulties, but on the contrary, spoke out against them and made them clearly visible.&lt;br /&gt;To the woman who made the lonely feel less alone, who fed those who hungered and thirsted for justice, who made the oppressor feel as bad as those he oppressed.&lt;br /&gt;To the woman who always keeps her door open, her hands working, her feet moving.&lt;br /&gt;To the woman who personifies the verses of that other Persian poet, Hafez, when he says:&lt;br /&gt;Not even seven thousand years of joy can justify seven days of repression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the woman who is here tonight, may she be each and every one of us, may her example spread, may she still have many difficult days ahead, so that she can complete her work, so that, for the generations to come, the meaning of ‘injustice’ will be found only in dictionaries and never in the lives of human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may she travel slowly, because her pace is the pace of change, and change, real change, always takes a very long time.... "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8601263878652108840?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8601263878652108840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=8601263878652108840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8601263878652108840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8601263878652108840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/07/change-moving-on-and-change.html' title='change, moving on and change.'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-6373031922863140415</id><published>2007-07-25T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T02:30:40.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Refuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sing a love song to You Lord&lt;br /&gt;everyday everynight tell of Your goodness and mercy&lt;br /&gt;tell the world how You rescue me&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up from sin and shame&lt;br /&gt;Your breath gives me new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where can i go from Your presence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under Your wings I take refuge&lt;br /&gt;Your Spirit lives within my heart&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll never be apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I draw closer to You Lord&lt;br /&gt;I long to see Your face and Hide in Your embrace&lt;br /&gt;all my life dwelling in Your Holy place&lt;br /&gt;My heart O Lord You've changed&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-6373031922863140415?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/6373031922863140415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=6373031922863140415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/6373031922863140415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/6373031922863140415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/07/refuge.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-8576778385371206798</id><published>2007-07-25T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T02:08:20.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY_Z1lXWvI/AAAAAAAAALk/matJ7Q0dBi4/s1600-h/cell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090826141902002930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY_Z1lXWvI/AAAAAAAAALk/matJ7Q0dBi4/s320/cell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first sunday with my beloved!&lt;br /&gt;oh man, this photo is totally BOYS vs GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;we're at IKEA. this is my first time there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY_aFlXWwI/AAAAAAAAALs/ULwnknI5MRk/s1600-h/mali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090826146196970242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY_aFlXWwI/AAAAAAAAALs/ULwnknI5MRk/s320/mali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALI feli~~!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY_aFlXWxI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SESGNn_Ad2U/s1600-h/heartsZ!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090826146196970258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY_aFlXWxI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SESGNn_Ad2U/s320/heartsZ!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simly love hearts and heart shape so much! look at my ealated smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY_aFlXWyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9JhOWzOiflM/s1600-h/pris6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090826146196970274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY_aFlXWyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9JhOWzOiflM/s320/pris6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new friend made hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on MONDAY~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY93FlXWqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ef-byYahL_M/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090824445389920930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY93FlXWqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ef-byYahL_M/s320/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to be funny with jenn, obviously only i found it funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY93VlXWrI/AAAAAAAAALE/NI0WeL2L7LU/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090824449684888242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY93VlXWrI/AAAAAAAAALE/NI0WeL2L7LU/s320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tried to do the same to mel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY93VlXWsI/AAAAAAAAALM/4u19KkiXIqY/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090824449684888258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY93VlXWsI/AAAAAAAAALM/4u19KkiXIqY/s320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no! mel is so smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY93VlXWtI/AAAAAAAAALU/JwFCeayO80o/s1600-h/47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090824449684888274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY93VlXWtI/AAAAAAAAALU/JwFCeayO80o/s320/47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with hands like that, i need to meet people like spiderman *spusss**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY93llXWuI/AAAAAAAAALc/L_7pshIuLyk/s1600-h/49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090824453979855586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY93llXWuI/AAAAAAAAALc/L_7pshIuLyk/s320/49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like 2 innocent guai guai student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY8qFlXWnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fEYLX2sukTg/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090823122539993714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY8qFlXWnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fEYLX2sukTg/s320/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been sometime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY8qFlXWoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hxVVdyovS7c/s1600-h/54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090823122539993730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY8qFlXWoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hxVVdyovS7c/s320/54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chose ME! hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY8qFlXWpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ngpt7vrsktg/s1600-h/58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090823122539993746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY8qFlXWpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ngpt7vrsktg/s320/58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oreo cheesecake for sam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY8A1lXWhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1CVM7Y7tOv0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090822413870389778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY8A1lXWhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1CVM7Y7tOv0/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the male "zhu jiao"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY8A1lXWiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J26sdpDhmcg/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090822413870389794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY8A1lXWiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J26sdpDhmcg/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, we simply love the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY8BFlXWjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W7PA3OG9Tg4/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090822418165357106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY8BFlXWjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W7PA3OG9Tg4/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY8BFlXWkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dv0nDkBsrgY/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY8BFlXWlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/qvi-FeFdheI/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! i am going to jianfei... my dear friends.. pls remind me i am in the process of jianfei k! hehe thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8576778385371206798?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8576778385371206798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=8576778385371206798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8576778385371206798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8576778385371206798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-first-sunday-with-my-beloved-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RqY_Z1lXWvI/AAAAAAAAALk/matJ7Q0dBi4/s72-c/cell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-4439792302448146804</id><published>2007-07-19T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T02:07:49.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sublime</title><content type='html'>i think that i am going to catch a flu pretty soon... been sneezing many times today...&lt;br /&gt;and i manage to do some skipping! i am determined to be a Healthy and sharp Gek! and not a sloppy and ugly gek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;its been 4days to be exact since i am back.&lt;br /&gt;been spending some time at home, with some friends and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;i always wonder about why do people keep blogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) they're too eecc ( eng eng ceng ceng ) - &gt; too free nothing to do in hokkien&lt;br /&gt;2) they really love reported writing&lt;br /&gt;3) they are pretty expressive in written format&lt;br /&gt;4) they want to keep a track of their own lives ( this is wad archives are for )&lt;br /&gt;5) to kill time. ( when people start to blog rubbish )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which catergory do you belong to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thats out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;I've been to town on tuesday and i went town again on wednesday. its the same building, i've walked the same tiles over and over again. But something strange is that, i never feel tired or bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- because i was with 2 different groups of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, places dont make any difference at all but PEOPLE really do make a difference. like, i can do the same things over and over again but with the people whom you feel most comfortable with you'll feel that time really passes so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something a cgl from china taught me: you can be very busy and yet extemely happy still. because never never forget to carry the joy of the Lord at all times. May the joy of the Lord be your strength too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt something today from a loved friend that he's not a person that just wanna touch your life for a moment and go. but rather, pressing in and doing so much more. I thought, i ought to learn that and make it a lifestyle. its so easy to touch lives.. but so hard to impact and transform lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, it still remains a joy to do so. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-4439792302448146804?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/4439792302448146804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=4439792302448146804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4439792302448146804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4439792302448146804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/07/sublime.html' title='sublime'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-4926730177064698528</id><published>2007-07-16T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:20:43.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>珍惜；从身边开始</title><content type='html'>在这世界上，唯有家最温暖。&lt;br /&gt;对于寝室里的那张蓝色方格子床单的床，也总算陪伴着我的不安夜晚，彷徨时候。&lt;br /&gt;很感激的是，我有爱我和我爱的人&lt;br /&gt;无论是在新加坡，还是在中国，我知道距离已不再是考验&lt;br /&gt;最遥远的距离不是海洋；&lt;br /&gt;最遥远的距离是思念。&lt;br /&gt;思念的东西总是惦记着，但盼不道的。&lt;br /&gt;然而，我很感动因为我从来没有孤单过&lt;br /&gt;尽实一个人；我还是觉得&lt;strong&gt;你们&lt;/strong&gt;一直陪伴着我。&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我回来了！带着30多公斤重的行李箱回来了。该是时候减肥啦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for 2 weeks i lived without internet connection in China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess time really flies ? it seem like yesterday when i bid everyone farewell at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;its time to adapt back to singapore now, and speak more english! haha! i realised i've become pretty cheenafied when it comes to talking. Though i didnt bring back any weird slangs, but i brought back Mathilda, moulded and tested and desires to be stronger and more expressive!&lt;br /&gt;i guess, this time it really made me realise many things that sometimes we tend to run away from our current situation or we leave things hanging in there. But leaving things there eventually dont solve the problem. the only way is to face it, and change our mindset first and change our ways to approach the problem and CONTINUE the process until..... yea. you'll soon then realise you wont regret one bit for trying at first  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just caught Campus Superstar II on Channel U earlier on. Seen so many people sang, but only 3 or 4 out of 12 i thought really sang. Sometimes you can sing, but singing takes more than just a good voice alone. you need to have soul in your music. this applies to any other form of music. i guess, thats the special X factor that will captivate any kind of listeners. and i thought in music, you gotta to have body, mind &amp; soul. Body: this is the basics. you need to tell your audience that you want so much of their attention that you need their eyes to be fixed on your performance alone. Little body language is appropriate. (personally i cant stand people without flambloyant personalities and they move too much on stage; it just make them look akward ) doing the right actions at the right time is important too! Mind: there are people who really have a nice voice but they are very afraid to showcase their voice range. i thought this is kinnda wasted you know! hence you need to overcome your mindset that you cant reach those high keys, if someone assures you you can, means you can! Soul: it really comes from the heart. if you are 15 years old and you haven gone through alot of things, you need to imagine how that situation feels. actually i thought the best way to bring out a song, is you find a point of agreement in the song itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, hahahah melo and us we figured out who's our fave guys and girls representing the 4 seaons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres my guy list :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring - zhang dong liang&lt;br /&gt;Summer - jj linjunjie&lt;br /&gt;Autumn -wubai!&lt;br /&gt;Winter - zheng yuan chang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls list:&lt;br /&gt;Spring - Ella&lt;br /&gt;Summer - Lin yichen&lt;br /&gt;Autumn - Jolin tsai&lt;br /&gt;Winter - Ayumi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-4926730177064698528?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/4926730177064698528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=4926730177064698528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4926730177064698528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4926730177064698528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='珍惜；从身边开始'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-1661160644955139077</id><published>2007-07-02T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:03:34.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 260.</title><content type='html'>the titile of this blog post is post 260.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i dont know if i should count myself lucky or opposite, internet didnt get cut off after july 1st! and yes, i am blogging about this to kindda "celebrate" the extention of internet. The days of going home are coming nearer and nearer 13 days back home! I am excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my chinese history paper today, i left a 1 15mark qsn out and 2 5 marks qsns not fully answered... but OK LAH, its really all about time management, I guess its better than what i thought from the previous tramatising experience at the first history test; my mind totally went blank back then. I was glad, this paper is a can do paper...  the rest would echo: " of course! its an open book exam what! " well, you know what it feels to look at confident faces after the paper and they got every question done... hahaha yea, you probably could guess what i am trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 1 paper down which means, 1 last and final paper left. WRITING FOR CHINESE MEDIA... i am like... oh my tian, this is the only one i really am most clueless about... the way it is taught and the way it is being examed is very different! nevertheless, xianyujing... you must jiayou jiayou jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our room slept on average 4.30am today and we woke up for school at around 7.40am. I was glad that we had a heart to heart talk last night. all on our beds, you know this is only a lifetime once where you can have your buddies by your side and they happen to be your roomates and you guys chat will daybreak? ( alright, though its not kindda recommendable during exam period, but other times its ok right? especially when all of you are so busy during day time, catching up with each other would only be in the night time) =- &gt;&gt; suddenly i got reminded of Jenn, she told me this before.. alright many times though.. hahaha Jenn, i understand le! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've come across people who really have alot of "close" friends( meaning close in physical distance) but in the matter of heart distance,  they are millions and gazillions miles apart from one another.  do you know why? this is because a heart too, has a door. unless you and your friend has a solid trust in between, and you have a strong sense of discernment then you could just remain quiet and silent all the time. otherwise, how would you expect your friend to know what you are going through and how you are feeling by avoiding? I often remind myself this few things, i too have a tendency to do so at times. dear friends, i really think that opening our hearts are so so imporantant be it in a friendship or any relationship with your parents, or partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add on, this china trip is truly not only a trip that makes me realise who i really am, but who my friends really are too. and i am glad, our friendship is TESTED, MOULDED and TREASURED. hehe :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read from chris3's blog.. he blogged about something both of us are very familar with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" No one knows how much you know, until they know how much you care " &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i thought about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Never settle something great for something lesser. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1962, four nervous young musicians played their first record audition for the executives of the Decca recording Company. The executives were not impressed. While turning down this group of musicians, one executive said,"We don't like their sound. Groups of guitars are on the way out." The group was called The BEATLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1944, Emmeline Snively, director of the Blue Book Modelling Agency,told modelling hopeful Norma Jean Baker, "You'd better learn secretarial work or else get married." She went on and became MARILYN MONROE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1954, Jimmy Denny, manager of the Grand Ole Opry, Fired a singer after one performance. He told him, "You ain't goin' nowhere....son. You ought to go back to drivin' a truck." He went on to become the most popular singer in America named ELVIS PRESLEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL invented the telephone in 1876, it did not ring off the hook with calls from potential backers. After making a demonstration call, President Rutherford Hayes said, "That's an amazing invention, but who would ever want to use one of them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When THOMAS EDISON invented the light bulb, he tried over 2000 experiments before he got it to work. A young reporter asked him how it felt to fail so many times. He said, "I never failed once. I invented the light bulb. It just happened to be a 2000-step process."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1940s, another you ng inventor named CHESTER CARLSON took his idea to 20 corporations, including some of the biggest in the country. They all turned him down.In 1947 - after seven long years of rejections! He finally got a tiny company in Rochester, New York, the Haloid company, to purchase the rights to his invention an electrostatic paper-copying process. Haloid became Xerox Corporation we know today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILMA RUDOLPH was the 20th of 22 children. She was born prematurely and her survival was doubtful. When she was 4 years old, she contacted double pneumonia and scarlet fever, which left her with a paralysed left leg.At age 9, she removed the metal leg brace she had been dependent on and began to walk without it. By 13 she had developed rythmic walk, which doctors said was a miracle.That same year she decided to become a runner. She entered a race and came in last. For the next few years every race she entered, she came in last. Everyone told her to quit, but she kept on running. One day she actually won a race. And then another. From then on she won every race she entered. Eventually this little girl, who was told she would never walk again, went on to win three Olympic gold medals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Moral of the above Stories :&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experiences of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired and success achieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You gain strength, experience and confidence by every experience where you really stop to look fear in the face.... You must do the thing you cannot do. And remember, the finest steel gets sent through the hottest furnace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A winner is not one who never fails, but one who NEVER QUITS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something off from the motivational examples i kope from Chris3's blog...&lt;br /&gt;and truly i am sure the ones that truly love you will never forsake you or leave you no matter what happens'; even if you let go of your hands, they will still hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你还忍得下心来伤害真正爱你的人吗? please, i beg your pardon. dont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-1661160644955139077?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/1661160644955139077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=1661160644955139077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/1661160644955139077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/1661160644955139077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-260.html' title='Post 260.'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-6302753253770241841</id><published>2007-06-30T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:29:47.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe you can try doing this quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name ten people who have taught you something worthwhile. Name five friends who have helped you in a difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier? It was for me, too. The lesson? The people who make a difference are not the ones with the credentials, but the ones with the concern. :)) - max lucado said this.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have 3 papers down and 2 more to go! hahas the second paper is HORRENDOUS, i think that the teacher might puke blood marking my script, i knew i gave my best shot... but i REALLY hope the teacher dont puke blood... apart from that, the rest of the 2 papers i am still quite alright and feel quite peaceful while doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing chinese lit paper, they gave us a non-aircon classroom and i felt like frying eggs every now and then... its very hot, but no choice... I guess, i takes things too easily already, i am really not worried for the rest of the papers at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to add on, no more internet connection from hostel room from today onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.... 有缘千里再相会咯！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A very nice song. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;虽然这首歌有点老，但好歌总是不分时段，无时无刻打动收听者的心。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( earlier on want to put as blog song de lor, but then iwebmusic no more le, got lobag tell me k! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;第一个原因 - 沈祥龙 Sly. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听回忆呼吸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;长达一世纪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;脑海中都是你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冷瘦瘦城市里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像无声的电影&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让孤单教我演戏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幻想我可以把时间倒回去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时候我们才相遇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许我没搭上&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情的时光器&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是我永远不会忘记&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱你第一个原因&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是你的安静&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你就是那么特别那么唯一&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然你像一朵云&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;飞出了我的记忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱你别忘记&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我思念这段过去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有人可以代替&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得我爱你每一个原因&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别管我了不了解&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;永远这一个谜语&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从今天到以后&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我心中有你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;－－－&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然间，我想到了一些事情。如果我不教书了，我会做什么呢？说真的，我也不知道... :)　好才我是teaching track的。不过我也见识到media track 的实力！ Afterall，大家都是中文系的一份子。　：）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;The 4 T's to True friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True friendship is tested through time, trials and tribulations and truth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arbo, call SHIP lo!&lt;br /&gt;but still must start out as sampan right?&lt;br /&gt;row row row your boat gently down the stream&lt;br /&gt;merily merily merily merily ( i forgot my lyrics... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time, ah gek ah fen ah jenn an meow ah peng(this time confirm kanna) lol&lt;br /&gt;go fishing on a sampan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dayung sampan... dayung dayung sampan...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that hor, the storms come ah! * RAIN IS COMINGG!!! WOOOOOO!! * ( not that full-house rain la) * lame -.-' *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then ah gek ah fen ah jenn ah meow and ah peng very smart...&lt;br /&gt;they got wear life jacket!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: you really have good patience man! MUAHAHAHAHA =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-6302753253770241841?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/6302753253770241841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=6302753253770241841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/6302753253770241841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/6302753253770241841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/06/maybe-you-can-try-doing-this-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-200652234835728854</id><published>2007-06-27T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T17:40:49.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Life is not defined by what you have, even when you have a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke 12:15 (MSG)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in prison? You are if you feel better when you have more and worse when you have less. You are if joy is one delivery away, one transfer away, one award away, or one makeover away. If your happiness comes from something you deposit, drive, drink, or digest, then face it—you are in prison, the prison of want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the bad news. The good news is, you have a visitor. And your visitor has a message that can get you paroled. Make your way to the receiving room. Take your seat in the chair, and look across the table at the psalmist David. He motions for you to lean forward. “I have a secret to tell you,” he whispers, “the secret of satisfaction. ‘The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want”’ (PS.23:1 NKJV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s as if he is saying, “What I have in God is greater that what I don’t have in life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you and I could learn to say the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Travelling Light &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Max Lucado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;" Daily Devotion by Max Lucado"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-200652234835728854?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/200652234835728854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=200652234835728854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/200652234835728854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/200652234835728854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/06/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-225571570223568579</id><published>2007-06-23T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:45:11.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>Exams coming on monday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GABATTE xianyujing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 june(mon) - Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;28 june( thu) - Chinese Lit&lt;br /&gt;30june( sat) - Writing in Chinese // DR Peter Wagner meeting Marketplace Meeting&lt;br /&gt;02 july(mon) - Chinese History&lt;br /&gt;04 july(wed) - News Writing in Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Xianyujing Table of Events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 july( thurs) - Huaguo's opening of bubble tea shop&lt;br /&gt;06 july(fri) - farewell outing with Huaguo and rest.&lt;br /&gt;07 july(sat) - set off to Beijing // SOTM lesson 15&lt;br /&gt;10 july(tue) - back from Beijing&lt;br /&gt;13 july (fri) - graduation ceremony in ZUCC&lt;br /&gt;14 july(sat) - pretty miss tan yifang's 19th Birthday!!!!!! //DR Richard Roberts Healing Meetings&lt;br /&gt;15 july(sun) - the awaited day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-225571570223568579?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/225571570223568579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=225571570223568579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/225571570223568579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/225571570223568579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/06/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-5800888399210177295</id><published>2007-06-16T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T16:18:24.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;遇到&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你身上专属的陌生味道&lt;br /&gt;是我确认你存在的目标&lt;br /&gt;不用来回张望了知道&lt;br /&gt;今世我们相隔着一个街角&lt;br /&gt;这么久了我还是可以看到&lt;br /&gt;感觉的到你对我的重要&lt;br /&gt;不会被天黑天亮打扰&lt;br /&gt;你每一次的温柔我都想炫耀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们绕了这么一圈才遇到&lt;br /&gt;我比谁都更明白你的重要&lt;br /&gt;沉默久了我就决定了&lt;br /&gt;决定了你的手我握了不会放掉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们绕了这么一圈才遇到&lt;br /&gt;我答应自己不再庸人自扰&lt;br /&gt;因为我要的我自己知道&lt;br /&gt;只要你的肩膀依然让我靠&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-5800888399210177295?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/5800888399210177295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=5800888399210177295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5800888399210177295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5800888399210177295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-8652976607469385550</id><published>2007-06-16T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T14:54:50.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>恰同学少年中文系大型文艺晚会</title><content type='html'>this is my 5th time singing in front of the Chinese students and teachers in charge.&lt;br /&gt;there are many things that we can really learn from them. I can say that from the moment we rehearsed just 2 days before the actual performance, everything was in a mess. nonetheless, the Chinese truly proved me wrong by their spirit of excellence and really, most of them have what it takes to bring them far, courage, talents, leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all the songs, chanbihui and i was supposed to sing "dan xiao gui " and a finale song " wo de wei lai bu shi meng" by soda green, together with 3 other Chinese students. actually, this is the performance that made me felt the &lt;strong&gt;most.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to meet alot of people and many times here, its really so many people you know! but hor, like... i see them today, but i dont see them again the next time...正所谓：天下没有不散之宴席...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our indian dance girls did us very proud too! their dance was very well recieved by the audience. cos i was sitting in the audience seat before my item ma, then one girl said " oh man, this is super cool la!" in chinese of course. the locals here hardly get to interact with people/culture from other countries, hence it truly made me feel so blessed to be able to live in Singapore ( Home sweet home ), where i get to eat my KATONG LAKSA, 168 CHAR KUAY TEOW, SAMBAL KANG KONG, QIU LIAN BAN MEE and i really really really miss WESTERN FOOD~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will also miss the local food here so much when i get back... hahahaha but i still miss home cooked food more, my mummy's cooking ( despite she can cook less than 10 times in a year =x ) and I MISS MY furrry DOG JACK....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that.... EXAMSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xianyujing, you better mugg hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8652976607469385550?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8652976607469385550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=8652976607469385550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8652976607469385550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8652976607469385550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='恰同学少年中文系大型文艺晚会'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-4322727620226531742</id><published>2007-06-07T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:44:21.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was told that we were to hand in our novel-writing this morning. hence i pia like mad for the past few days, mind you we merely had 1 week to complete it. i took 3-4days to write 1000 words or so, and about 1-2hrs to pump up with 3000 words essay. my whole face turned pale after the assignment.. gee.  i know it wasnt too much of a satisfactory piece, but i gave my best and limit. and truly, i blended all my brain juice, eye-concentration for this essay. im glad i completed the story in the end... this is pretty torturing, you got to ooze out words and inspiration from yourself when you've reached to a level of peak dryness in thoughts. :S oh well... ITS OVER! so i should give thanks and not brood over it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to admit the truth, i hadnt been "lucky" or what so ever, i didnt do well for my literature test. i could belive what i got was what i deserve. a "nice" grade of 30/100. i aint too depressed over it, but surely, if the final exam is like this, i need more time to prepare. apparently, i have not been having enough time...many things to do, and less time to do work.. i have 3 assignments due next week, on monday, wed and thurs and all happily not done! HAHAHA.. mavis sin, happy doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am supposed to do a review on "hong lou meng", and i got to catch a whole series( the original ancient version of it) of dvd episodes to understand the story plot, simply bcos i tried with reading the book and many times i fell asleep without reading my assigned chapters! okok, come on la, i am also a typical student k, never the less, i thought "hong lou meng" should be much better from " san guo yan yi" from what chanbihui told me, LOL... another party tortured by classics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and neither do i want to compromise my weekends. i never thought of letting go of what i am having now, because surely all things will work out fine?? yes! I CAN DO ALL THINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算距离有了，心还是可以彼此关心的吧？&lt;br /&gt;彼此用另类的方式来保护彼此&lt;br /&gt;有时过度保护了，可彼此不知道&lt;br /&gt;有时却又过渡忽略的， 可彼此又太在意&lt;br /&gt;进退两难，夹在中间&lt;br /&gt;闭上眼，伸出手&lt;br /&gt;一定会有答案。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真想说，你疲倦的笑容让我感到心寒&lt;br /&gt;我疲惫的心灵又让你心痛过吗？&lt;br /&gt;还是你太忙了，我们彼此忽略彼此的存在&lt;br /&gt;－&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人不能永远一直赢&lt;br /&gt;当所有人都可以让你赢时&lt;br /&gt;你才是书的最惨的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-4322727620226531742?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/4322727620226531742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=4322727620226531742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4322727620226531742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4322727620226531742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-told-that-we-were-to-hand-in-our.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-1790816520630463680</id><published>2007-06-01T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T15:05:59.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMERGE!</title><content type='html'>Day 01 of EMERGE 2007 was awesome and good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought TRP was good though i am from NP, and NP this year had improved tremendously! :D&lt;br /&gt;and i got fang to cheer " jenn jenn, jenn jenn " with me hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: jenn, i really did what i told you, fang could witness it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is that, as it is over GodTv, so, it really cut off at 10pm SHARP, after which i cant catch it anymore.. But still, i am thankful that i can catch Emerge :)&lt;br /&gt;and pastor preached about Hunger, i thought, it really spoke to me and its really time i should rise up to a whole new level of Hunger. I dont mind growing fatter spiritually! XD&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing to mention is, i am reall quite stressed.. there are alot of things to do, we have 3 assignments duing soon - namely Chinese Literature &lt;&lt;&gt;&gt; review, i got to read that book till the the end to give it a review,  China Econs Essay - this could be pretty tough, AND the one duing so SOON next thursday would be Novel writing. :S&lt;br /&gt;44days more to go home would be my motivation! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but another thing is, i got throat infection since monday :( but i will get well soon!  gonna perform for a friend at a party organised by yr 2 students here, gonna sing "jie tuo" , a song i really like and brought me many memories. and before that, gonna do english radio broadcasting live for the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one true fact is that, i've been singing and performing alot over here.. this is my 4th time doing it, and the 5th is coming up soon. I guess, to be able to do what you really like to do, is something very worth to be happy about, despite the pains and tiredness it brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i belive, I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if BT, you're reading, you can too! Lets emerge together!! :D&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND ALL THE BEST FOR LAODA IN HIS PREACHING CHALLENGE! LAODA, ALL THE WAYYYYY!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss e405 so much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-1790816520630463680?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/1790816520630463680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=1790816520630463680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/1790816520630463680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/1790816520630463680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/06/emerge.html' title='EMERGE!'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-2454252215611525151</id><published>2007-05-31T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:03:30.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- E.M. Forster &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E.M.Forster is the guy who wrote " The Machine Stops" while i studied Lit back in Secondary school days, those were the days. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but yet, the love continues even till this day and yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;apart from some angmorh stuffs, i love this slightly more cheena song, xiao wu gui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You guys will get it if you watch the drama serial: weixiao Pasta. Hehe, its more than very nice, but more of a sweet and happy touch. Its not those typical shows that will bore you with draggy flows, but i thought the control of the flow is good lehs :) AND BECAUSE OF THIS SHOW, I like the lead actor so much la! HAHA zhang dong liang rocksss! :D ( melo will have to agree hehe ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;小乌龟 - 张栋梁&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;la la la la la la , la la la la la la &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;这首歌要给一个人&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;歌声代替语言&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;深情只增不减&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;那一刻吻她的脸&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;地转天旋&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;爱的感觉&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;比樱桃更甜&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;双眼放送闪电&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;能超越极限&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;让人忘了季节&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;爱成了经典&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;为他付出所有爱怨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;要你永远是我的小乌龟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;我爱你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;每一天&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;：）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-2454252215611525151?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/2454252215611525151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=2454252215611525151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2454252215611525151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2454252215611525151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-isnt-possible-to-love-and-part.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-7048939957575375872</id><published>2007-05-30T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T20:40:53.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Three Little Pigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once upon a time there were three little pigs, who left their mummy and daddy to see the world.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All summer long, they roamed through the woods and over the plains, playing games and having fun. None were happier than the three little pigs, and they easily made friends with everyone. Wherever they went, they were given a warm welcome, but as summer drew to a close, they realized that folk were drifting back to their usual jobs, and preparing for winter. Autumn came and it began to rain. The three little pigs started to feel they needed a real home. Sadly they knew that the fun was over now and they must set to work like the others, or they'd be left in the cold and rain, with no roof over their heads. They talked about what to do, but each decided for himself. The laziest little pig said he'd build a straw hut.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will only take a day,' he said. The others disagreed.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's too fragile," they said disapprovingly, but he refused to listen. Not quite so lazy, the second little pig went in search of planks of seasoned wood.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!" It took him two days to nail them together. But the third little pig did not like the wooden house.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not the way to build a house!" he said. "It takes time, patience and hard work to build a house that is strong enough to stand up to wind, rain, and snow, and most of all, protect us from the wolf!"    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days went by, and the wisest little pig's house took shape, brick by brick. From time to time, his brothers visited him, saying with a chuckle.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you working so hard? Why don't you come and play?" But the stubborn bricklayer pig just said "no".    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shall finish my house first. It must be solid and sturdy. And then I'll come and play!" he said. "I shall not be foolish like you! For he who laughs last, laughs longest!"    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the wisest little pig that found the tracks of a big wolf in the neighborhood.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little pigs rushed home in alarm. Along came the wolf, scowling fiercely at the laziest pig's straw hut.     "Come out!" ordered the wolf, his mouth watering. I want to speak to you!"    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd rather stay where I am!" replied the little pig in a tiny voice.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll make you come out!" growled the wolf angrily, and puffing out his chest, he took a very deep breath. Then he blew with all his might, right onto the house. And all the straw the silly pig had heaped against some thin poles, fell down in the great blast. Excited by his own cleverness, the wolf did not notice that the little pig had slithered out from underneath the heap of straw, and was dashing towards his brother's wooden house. When he realized that the little pig was escaping, the wolf grew wild with rage.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Come back!" he roared, trying to catch the pig as he ran into the wooden house. The other little pig greeted his brother, shaking like a leaf.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope this house won't fall down! Let's lean against the door so he can't break in!"    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, the wolf could hear the little pigs' words. Starving as he was, at the idea of a two course meal, he rained blows on the door.     "Open up! Open up! I only want to speak to you!"    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, the two brothers wept in fear and did their best to hold the door fast against the blows. Then the furious wolf braced himself a new effort: he drew in a really enormous breath, and went ... WHOOOOO! The wooden house collapsed like a pack of cards.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the wisest little pig had been watching the scene from the window of his own brick house, and he rapidly opened the door to his fleeing brothers. And not a moment too soon, for the wolf was already hammering furiously on the door. This time, the wolf had grave doubts. This house had a much more solid air than the others. He blew once, he blew again and then for a third time. But all was in vain. For the house did not budge an inch. The three little pigs watched him and their fear began to fade. Quite exhausted by his efforts, the wolf decided to try one of his tricks. He scrambled up a nearby ladder, on to the roof to have a look at the chimney. However, the wisest little pig had seen this ploy, and he quickly said.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quick! Light the fire!" With his long legs thrust down the chimney, the wolf was not sure if he should slide down the black hole. It wouldn't be easy to get in, but the sound of the little pigs' voices below only made him feel hungrier.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm dying of hunger! I'm going to try and get down." And he let himself drop. But landing was rather hot, too hot! The wolf landed in the fire, stunned by his fall.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flames licked his hairy coat and his tail became a flaring torch.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never again! Never again will I go down a chimney" he squealed, as he tried to put out the flames in his tail. Then he ran away as fast as he could.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three happy little pigs, dancing round and round the yard, began to sing. "Tra-la-la! Tra-la-la! The wicked black wolf will never come back...!"    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that terrible day on, the wisest little pig's brothers set to work with a will. In less than no time, up went the two new brick houses. The wolf did return once to roam in the neighborhood, but when he caught sight of three chimneys, he remembered the terrible pain of a burnt tail, and he left for good.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now safe and happy, the wisest little pig called to his brothers. "No more work! Come on, let's go and play!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-7048939957575375872?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/7048939957575375872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=7048939957575375872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7048939957575375872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7048939957575375872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/05/three-little-pigs-once-upon-time-there.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-5508629734195610727</id><published>2007-05-26T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:42:34.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you are the wind beneath my wings&lt;br /&gt;help me soar with you when the storms arise&lt;br /&gt;take my hand, lead me on&lt;br /&gt;above the rocks, mountains and the skies&lt;br /&gt;i will smile not becos its worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;cuz you taught me to keep on keeping on&lt;br /&gt;"take these wings and learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;to the highest moutain in the sky"&lt;br /&gt;i come to see, what are the things that are&lt;br /&gt;so dear to me&lt;br /&gt;and it will tarry till eternity, so i lift up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;love's lifting us higher&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of the horizon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-5508629734195610727?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/5508629734195610727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=5508629734195610727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5508629734195610727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5508629734195610727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-are-wind-beneath-my-wings-help-me.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-5836027606702757526</id><published>2007-05-20T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:56:56.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than enough for me</title><content type='html'>something happened  but i dont know&lt;br /&gt;a hard and painful feeling my heart says so.&lt;br /&gt;lifting all up to Him who oversees,&lt;br /&gt;now i know what it is to see a ray of light&lt;br /&gt;when everything's so hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won my heart over and over many times,&lt;br /&gt;laying down for many, your own life.&lt;br /&gt;even when every else fails we must stand.&lt;br /&gt;do not give up until the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for not being there,&lt;br /&gt;but do you know that i care ?&lt;br /&gt;and do you know that thats the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout the hardest season of storms,&lt;br /&gt;sorry i wasnt there through the thorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, your heart is with me&lt;br /&gt;and i want you to know&lt;br /&gt;theres no distance in prayer&lt;br /&gt;and the only thing i could do, is to pray&lt;br /&gt;for God to lift you higher than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i know&lt;br /&gt;His grace is sufficient for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-5836027606702757526?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/5836027606702757526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=5836027606702757526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5836027606702757526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5836027606702757526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-than-enough-for-me.html' title='More than enough for me'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-830180782309572699</id><published>2007-05-16T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T04:24:43.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RkoW03X44vI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BjDhVetPR84/s1600-h/ahkyahgu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to study hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*nods* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There seems more than just enjoying and living down here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grades still stands, and they are important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;no point looking back already, i didnt do well for history test :(&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can still make it in time to revise... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;少年不努力 老大徒伤悲 ..... dont wanna live a life of regret man! Finally i am done with ren ping's contemporary China essay. I guess tang meng might give us assignment anytime. Chinese Lit test and the reading of Hong lou meng book review is coming up.. Charm liao, i need to go to libary la! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;by the way.. hahah its CHAN BI HUI 'S birthday today!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY BIHUI! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you and i love you so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RkoVaXX44tI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jl7mB7ujPeY/s1600-h/pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064884273626538706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RkoVaXX44tI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jl7mB7ujPeY/s320/pray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RkoVaHX44sI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QT0y3VEYzSM/s1600-h/jump!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064884269331571394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RkoVaHX44sI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QT0y3VEYzSM/s320/jump!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RkoVaXX44uI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SQd9L0w-RHQ/s1600-h/greatestlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064884273626538722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RkoVaXX44uI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SQd9L0w-RHQ/s320/greatestlove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-830180782309572699?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/830180782309572699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=830180782309572699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/830180782309572699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/830180782309572699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-need-to-study-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RkoVaXX44tI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jl7mB7ujPeY/s72-c/pray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-8699965510049765828</id><published>2007-05-13T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T18:15:23.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My celebrity look alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/41/08/12/410812_745298b2326464dm3cxy04.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha got this from leekian's friendster page! &lt;br /&gt;quite fun!&lt;br /&gt;maybe u should try it too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8699965510049765828?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8699965510049765828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=8699965510049765828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8699965510049765828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8699965510049765828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My celebrity look alikes'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-2859647329196534736</id><published>2007-05-11T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T04:31:50.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我是一艘飘浮不定的小船&lt;br /&gt;在那海航中摇摇晃晃&lt;br /&gt;带领我前进&lt;br /&gt;寻找那能带给我安稳的靠岸&lt;br /&gt;滔滔巨浪把我卷入里头&lt;br /&gt;埋在朵朵浪花中&lt;br /&gt;又飘在浪上面迎着风&lt;br /&gt;大声狂喊志气高昂我唱着：&lt;br /&gt;“风浪再大我也会勇往直前&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱镶在青春的纪念册”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of living this youth once, and proceeding to adulthood in glory, lets live on with Hope in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;We arent perfect people but we have the right to feel and seek completeness when we feel so much of an inadequacy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint strong,&lt;br /&gt;but i am believing, and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;arent we ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-2859647329196534736?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/2859647329196534736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=2859647329196534736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2859647329196534736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2859647329196534736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-sake-of-living-this-youth-once-and.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-3116348102467113052</id><published>2007-05-10T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T02:36:43.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess its really good and bad in way to have the internet connection till so late.&lt;br /&gt;Good its because it open more doors for me to come online and get in touch with&lt;br /&gt;whichever i want to be in touched which, not so good, because you'll get to learn that there are things which you hope you can do, but you need to accept the one true fact: you are physically away. and something that really stuck me so much after reading some entries from some friends who have came for this trip with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've all come to this stage of life where we are used to use the surface to hit the surface. its either we wouldnt allow the real us to come into contact with the people we chose to be opened to, or we would limit things we would do or say to them. and i've come to realise that many of us are looking for a Friend. and that one true Friend seems like a standing ground, who never fails to encourage you in the darkest moments, maybe even not the darkest.. just a Friend when you needed him and yes. He is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tend to really feel so upset over things that are happening around us, be it people who we cant accpet, surroundings that fail to met our standards or even people we see. However, we learn that at the end of the day, we became grieved over it, angry over it. And Every single day, it seems to pile up, nothing has gone down... everything has went up.. to the peak.&lt;br /&gt;AND worst still, nothing changed. Not even the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone told me : ' dont you realise that after we've come here no one seems to be happy? '&lt;br /&gt;i was finding so much reasons to debate with that someone, but ya.. I have to agree. Alot of the people here, are really unhappy. because a happy person is a contented person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is so important to them, their family and friends and even their boyfriends, became distant away from them. when the true fact is that we are only 5 hrs of plane ride and 3 hrs of bus ride away. But the question is, why do everyone feel so distant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside this room, or even within the room, there lies 4 masks. masks of not willing to show your hurts, your anxieties, your wounds your troubles your pains, and your... unseen tears.&lt;br /&gt;you know who i am refering to. it could be you. you felt restless and hopeless, and maybe some nights the extention of the internet could not be a good thing at all. You felt like you could see the even more distance within you and your loved ones. you worry they might worry about you, but i tell you.. those who really loves you are really those who just want the best for you, if you're unhappy for a day they are unhappy for a day. you ever believe such a thing called telepathy? there are times i need no utter a word and yet, my mum knew wads going on...i thank God for mummy and I really love my parents alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY means - Father And Mother I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip made me learn and see, that despite the seas of distance and raging seas of challenges, who really stood by me and believed in me. I am glad I saw a group of people. My parents and those i would lay down my life for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum, for the first time in her 44 years learnt how to use MSN, Web-cam and icons in just 1 month when i was away. I remember about the times in the past where she would just tell me how she wished she is computer literate but she's not. I am truly amazed how distance taught mum to say "I Love You" where she only knew how to reply " me too". I am so loved, because I love her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, always quietly showing his concern but Dad.. i just want to say I really love You. And you are the best Daddy in this earth. Thank You. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that our parents could have done for us and yet we dont know, because they just didnt say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, especially when we are overseas, thoughts of the future, about how or what will become of us, or even others could really borther us so much.. but one thing for sure, why worry for tomorrow when you haven fully enjoyed yourself to the fullest today? i am sure you wouldnt want to live every single day with regret or with hurts of yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile wouldnt end everything. A precious friend and mentor ever once told me this: if you dont feel like smiling, then you dont have too. we are all human, if we are not strong for this moment, rest and regain strength to get up. if we feel hurt, leave no grounds to nurse the pain, but setting on the eyes of what you would look forwad to. A more meaningful and fulfiled life.&lt;br /&gt;there, I will smile again with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few of you guys, i have been reading your blogs.. though i might seem silent, but i do feel heartache for all of you as you do. sometimes i pray i can be more sensitive to the words that i say to everyone around me, so i wouldnt hurt anyone or seem who i dont seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;If you have been searching for a listening ear, may this entry prove you right that i have been listening, to the silent cries coming out from your blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am.&lt;br /&gt;and my shoulders are for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brethen, i do not count myself to have apprehend; But one thing i do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press on to the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil 3: 13-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i press on, not because i want to, thats because Jesus fights for me when i cannot myself. At least i know, there is someone who hears my cries when i thought no one did.&lt;br /&gt;Because there are definately more things to look forward ahead, life is like a toilet roll. The faster it gets when its nearing the end, i hope our lives are not wasted over unhappy incidents but really being happy because there is someone who hopes you do! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-3116348102467113052?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/3116348102467113052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=3116348102467113052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/3116348102467113052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/3116348102467113052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-guess-its-really-good-and-bad-in-way.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-5062255588391546435</id><published>2007-05-09T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T01:42:24.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my tree</title><content type='html'>i was a seed, and you were a tree&lt;br /&gt;you've found me and taken me into your care&lt;br /&gt;as i grew up, i learn to see&lt;br /&gt;what you've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you told me to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;to keep on keeping on when seas gets raging tough&lt;br /&gt;i thought , " man it must be hard"&lt;br /&gt;but you're like a tree,&lt;br /&gt;standing still never wavered, any much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew older and became a tree,&lt;br /&gt;thankfully i was planted beside thee.&lt;br /&gt;we withstand the storms together and&lt;br /&gt;you gave me reasons to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;i could still remember those nights , those words, those songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without telling me,&lt;br /&gt;i knew and i saw what you didnt want me to see&lt;br /&gt;i learned what you didnt want me to know about thee.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know what i could do and i want to do&lt;br /&gt;but you know what&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;you are still my tree,&lt;br /&gt;the one who picked me up and stood beside me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-5062255588391546435?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/5062255588391546435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=5062255588391546435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5062255588391546435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5062255588391546435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-tree.html' title='my tree'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-4210629856339419006</id><published>2007-05-06T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:58:07.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我看见天空很蓝&lt;br /&gt;就像你在我身边的温暖&lt;br /&gt;生命有太多遗憾&lt;br /&gt;人越成长越觉得孤单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很想飞多远都不会累&lt;br /&gt;才明白爱的越深心就会越痛&lt;br /&gt;我只想飞在我的天空飞&lt;br /&gt;我知道你会在我身边&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回忆的画面&lt;br /&gt;记录的语言&lt;br /&gt;爱始终是你手中长长的线&lt;br /&gt;载着我的想念&lt;br /&gt;飞过了地平线&lt;br /&gt;你温暖的笑脸还一如从前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回忆的画面&lt;br /&gt;记录的语言&lt;br /&gt;你说要我学着勇敢一点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;偶尔哭红双眼&lt;br /&gt;你一定会了解&lt;br /&gt;眼泪是我心中另一种完美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for mathilda :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-4210629856339419006?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/4210629856339419006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=4210629856339419006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4210629856339419006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4210629856339419006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-mathilda.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-9088829702513170206</id><published>2007-05-05T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T01:38:33.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtsOnX44oI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QqsK2lB9k4M/s1600-h/P1060573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060757604624032386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtsOnX44oI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QqsK2lB9k4M/s320/P1060573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the meeting, we settled down at the " stairway to heaven " korean restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtsO3X44pI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TKbHnx3CLtk/s1600-h/P1060572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060757608918999698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtsO3X44pI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TKbHnx3CLtk/s320/P1060572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh hur and zilianing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtsO3X44qI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sOlf4e446eE/s1600-h/P1060571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060757608918999714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtsO3X44qI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sOlf4e446eE/s320/P1060571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel she's grown prettier and prettier since we first came hehe.&lt;br /&gt;my dearest girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-9088829702513170206?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/9088829702513170206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=9088829702513170206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/9088829702513170206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/9088829702513170206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/05/after-meeting-we-settled-down-at.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtsOnX44oI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QqsK2lB9k4M/s72-c/P1060573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-7574144202768641919</id><published>2007-05-05T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T01:21:27.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtrMnX44kI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sbia9o_pJtw/s1600-h/P1060556.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtrM3X44lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5hW-hm2qKOo/s1600-h/P1060559.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtrNXX44nI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KdH6fAVIobo/s1600-h/P1060573.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtpiHX44fI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zJc-BglFd1M/s1600-h/P1060539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060754641096598002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtpiHX44fI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zJc-BglFd1M/s320/P1060539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yuze told me he's coming to hangzhou today; hahaha yay and we met! its been a long time since we last met... and so i proceeded to " cong yi tang " for a special conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtpiXX44gI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FFwRvwwhEFA/s1600-h/P1060542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060754645391565314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtpiXX44gI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FFwRvwwhEFA/s320/P1060542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i alighted from the cab.. i truly went.. HOW AWESOME IS THIS PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtpinX44hI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zVVbTj-9Nag/s1600-h/P1060544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060754649686532626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtpinX44hI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zVVbTj-9Nag/s320/P1060544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtpinX44iI/AAAAAAAAAIE/YUXcmAY8MAo/s1600-h/P1060545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060754649686532642" style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" height="246" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtpinX44iI/AAAAAAAAAIE/YUXcmAY8MAo/s320/P1060545.JPG" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rjtpi3X44jI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PZxJYPkR7rw/s1600-h/P1060548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060754653981499954" style="CURSOR: hand" height="326" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rjtpi3X44jI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PZxJYPkR7rw/s320/P1060548.JPG" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-7574144202768641919?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/7574144202768641919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=7574144202768641919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7574144202768641919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7574144202768641919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/05/yuze-told-me-hes-coming-to-hangzhou.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RjtpiHX44fI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zJc-BglFd1M/s72-c/P1060539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-5359217789529593820</id><published>2007-05-01T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:35:13.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>你，&lt;br /&gt;一会看我，&lt;br /&gt;一会看云。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得，&lt;br /&gt;你看我时很远，&lt;br /&gt;你看云时很近。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- 顾城 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(远和近)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-5359217789529593820?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/5359217789529593820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=5359217789529593820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5359217789529593820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5359217789529593820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-4936066493534359657</id><published>2007-05-01T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:41:48.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>我相信　爱的本质一如&lt;br /&gt;生命的单纯与温柔&lt;br /&gt;我相信　所有的&lt;br /&gt;光与影的反射和相投&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我相信　满树的花朵&lt;br /&gt;只源于冰雪中的一粒种子&lt;br /&gt;我相信　三百篇诗&lt;br /&gt;反复述说着的　也就只是&lt;br /&gt;年少时没能说出的&lt;br /&gt;那一个字&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我相信　上苍一切的安排&lt;br /&gt;我也相信　如果你愿与我&lt;br /&gt;一起去追溯&lt;br /&gt;在那遥远而谦卑的源头之上&lt;br /&gt;我们终于会互相明白&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/14906510-4936066493534359657?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/4936066493534359657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=4936066493534359657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4936066493534359657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4936066493534359657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/05/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-4718449581137376348</id><published>2007-04-30T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:50:12.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people need to be listened.&lt;br /&gt;listeners listen well.&lt;br /&gt;listeners too needs to be listened.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can live the way you want ;&lt;br /&gt;but never or&lt;br /&gt;dont live the way you do tmorrow as you do yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to fight on no matter what&lt;br /&gt;its not fair;&lt;br /&gt;If I am fighting FOR YOU then WHY ARENT YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something caused us to change;&lt;br /&gt;we've seen our true colours.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to know what you know&lt;br /&gt;please dont hold back anything from me;&lt;br /&gt;cos i care&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, if you want a change;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont need to please you;&lt;br /&gt;because i simply dont need to.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be happy;&lt;br /&gt;because there is no reasons for me to be sad.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You are not alone;&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you by Your right hand whenever you feel so. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above words might mean nothing, not inspirational to you or you might just think its philosophy or simply so cliche. But now, i really wont think about what others think. I am still going to blog my style, my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGEHHHHH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-4718449581137376348?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/4718449581137376348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=4718449581137376348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4718449581137376348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4718449581137376348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/04/people-need-to-be-listened.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-6699798423902496821</id><published>2007-04-25T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:46:34.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>可惜不是你</title><content type='html'>if you dont have time, dont bother about reading further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna take quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i  was reading some of the words you guys gave me before i left;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“天使在人间该藏好翅膀”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“the shadow proves the sunshine”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还想说的是，我一直把你们放在心上，没有忘记你们啊。就愿咋们不会冷落彼此。&lt;br /&gt;可见，“感性”也要时间来培养；在一个忙碌的环境里，自由空间也变得较小。空间的定义又是如何？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天戴红红老师的课上讲到了如何写不同种类的诗歌。抒情诗应该最受大家的欢迎了，不是吗？本人也如此。不知为何上课时会不自觉地打瞌睡，今天上《当代中国》时更是闷死了。修读经济科目根本不是我的擅长项目，我们看好戏吧！当会儿就要上这门课的辅导课，要看那长篇大论的ppt, 说实在的，眼睛有点累。不过，我们因该open 一点，敞开心胸。 对啊，这不是君伟老师在一年级就与大家分享的吗？是我，太不尽善尽美了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候自己会想，对自己没什么要求是件好事吗？我能精益求精吗？好多未知数。睁开双眼多看看世界；开阔视野。来到这里最常听到的是：“读万卷书，行万里路”。好了，这次有机会可到农村一趟。横店？-〉是这么写的吗？五一黄金假期看来，看头看来也挺不错的哦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨晚月了文越讨论拜五的英语广播如何；过程挺不错的。爽快了，我答应了做一份关于王家卫导演的《2046》。 题材很鲜明，具有浓厚的艺术气息。本人没看过这部电影，但文越约数的非常精彩，电影节拍可能会慢些，但我还是想看看这部...尽快吧，反正在这里空得很。&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 我是不明白，为什么。&lt;br /&gt;越是抽象，我越想明白。&lt;br /&gt;越是模糊，我越想清澈它&lt;br /&gt;越是困难，转化成力量。&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 我还是不明白，为什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就此时，太阳与我告别&lt;br /&gt;星星只不过如此而已&lt;br /&gt;黄昏的空气，少了你&lt;br /&gt;还是有点... 可惜。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-6699798423902496821?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/6699798423902496821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=6699798423902496821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/6699798423902496821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/6699798423902496821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='可惜不是你'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-4251364884702462162</id><published>2007-04-22T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T16:31:32.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To be handed up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Philosophy - thurs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Essay writing - sat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History's driving most of the peeps here crazy.&lt;br /&gt;It kindda drove me at 260km/h.&lt;br /&gt;But music remained my very best friend amongst all the studying turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it wasnt too bad an experience afterall &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timo, Music opens everything up. its very deja vu today.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been listening to old albums over time, and newest ones of course.&lt;br /&gt;Albums racked: Embrace by Sun Ho and Stella Huang's first album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its raining here in china, how bout Sg ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雨下整夜，我的爱已出就像雨水&lt;br /&gt;窗台蝴蝶，象诗里纷飞的美丽情节&lt;br /&gt;我接着写，&lt;br /&gt;把永远爱你写进诗的结尾；&lt;br /&gt;你是我唯一想要的了解&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just suddenly thought of this song by Jay, lyrics by Vincent Fang. A song which i never liked so much back then but now i do. Sometimes we just realise that old songs at that time might not capture your heart; but over time, slowly we began to be receptive to some songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like myself, i was never receptive to rock, punk rock and even JAZZ &amp; INSTRUMENTAL etc, but now I could accept and appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;Does this theory apply to people as well  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it does for some.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming up next week, 85 days back home, What do you think ?&lt;br /&gt;gradually i think i will miss china.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, 我从哪里来就会那里去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我的家收藏我的欢喜悲伤&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, doesnt want to sound as if i want to abassador singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight,&lt;br /&gt;keep me warm in Your embrace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-4251364884702462162?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/4251364884702462162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=4251364884702462162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4251364884702462162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4251364884702462162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-be-handed-up-philosophy-thurs-essay.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-5796578409988764353</id><published>2007-04-16T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:06:51.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a blue monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMNMDsCEbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1rg0_W2cXrs/s1600-h/P1040368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053897707639411122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMNMDsCEbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1rg0_W2cXrs/s320/P1040368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohooo~ mangooo desert neh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMNMTsCEcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JzY7_heAM0w/s1600-h/P1040370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053897711934378434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMNMTsCEcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JzY7_heAM0w/s320/P1040370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, the person ordering it. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMNMjsCEdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/u_YpYd75o6o/s1600-h/P1050315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053897716229345746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMNMjsCEdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/u_YpYd75o6o/s320/P1050315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMNMjsCEeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/X1DruyDde1k/s1600-h/P1050415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053897716229345762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMNMjsCEeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/X1DruyDde1k/s320/P1050415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are shoes we bought in china, wanna guess which ones belong to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMNMzsCEfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CjNbnBUrbb4/s1600-h/ugly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053897720524313074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMNMzsCEfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CjNbnBUrbb4/s320/ugly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pig-ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMLXTsCEWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ryNCBrrxXHk/s1600-h/acting+cute+101+melo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053895701889683810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMLXTsCEWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ryNCBrrxXHk/s320/acting+cute+101+melo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melodeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMLXTsCEXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VWptNSNachs/s1600-h/acting+cute+101+bihui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053895701889683826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMLXTsCEXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VWptNSNachs/s320/acting+cute+101+bihui.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chanbeeehui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMLXjsCEYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yyebcaBMnzE/s1600-h/acting+cute+101+vis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053895706184651138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMLXjsCEYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yyebcaBMnzE/s320/acting+cute+101+vis.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mavisssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMLXjsCEZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tIrbhpRGcuo/s1600-h/P1040456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053895706184651154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMLXjsCEZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tIrbhpRGcuo/s320/P1040456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan an lu - where shopping warfare starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMLXzsCEaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vHSMy9pnKt8/s1600-h/P1040313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053895710479618466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMLXzsCEaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vHSMy9pnKt8/s320/P1040313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were singing : "take these wings and learn to fly, to the highest mountain in the sky, take these eyes and learn to see, all the things so dear to me. " at a party made specially for us and the other engineering Np students who came over for a week only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMIrTsCERI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cNVMMxS0LTg/s1600-h/donggan!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053892746952184082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMIrTsCERI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cNVMMxS0LTg/s320/donggan!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are DONG GAN in our different aspects and we EXCEL in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMIrjsCESI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rjIuoH2_n8U/s1600-h/P1050076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053892751247151394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMIrjsCESI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rjIuoH2_n8U/s320/P1050076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite worried when this " ah dee" hairdresser do my hair, thankfully my NO.2 hairdresser came and style my hair and the term " dong gan" comes from him! muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMIrzsCETI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bSXsxcG4zp0/s1600-h/P1040388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053892755542118706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMIrzsCETI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bSXsxcG4zp0/s320/P1040388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bihui said this piece looked abit taitai hehe. But actually the time was alr 12am when i ate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMIsDsCEUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/m8LqUxul060/s1600-h/P1040390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053892759837086018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMIsDsCEUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/m8LqUxul060/s320/P1040390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my co-member of the junkie gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMIsDsCEVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qgJYcTKUS8E/s1600-h/P1040393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053892759837086034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMIsDsCEVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qgJYcTKUS8E/s320/P1040393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like owner, Like pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to add on, a series of events have happened. last week, both of my roomies went to the hospital for some check up due to food poisoning? or weak stomach? stomach flu ? anyway, the docs dint bothered, they were given 1LITRES of drips each for 2 days which means a total of 2 LITRES of Sodium Chloride. I wonder why dont they give glucose instead. Well, thank God the both of them are alive and kicking' well, taking a nap now haha !! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday i took part in this songwriting competition held in school, den erm i was supposed to come out with some creativity or songs la, but i didnt manage to, so in the end i just sang jay's " an jing " in my own rendition. :S Well, it came out so well, better than i expected! After singing, this guy in specs and white jacket came up on stage and appreciated my performance. We dont get to see such stuffs in Sg right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, we are living in room 117 and room 116 and 118 are our neighbours. Room 116 never fails to blast music at the weirdo times. OK, let me highlight, we live in a guy's hostel, all the 42 of us. Neither do i know why did the school arrange it that way but yah. So this 116 one day, waited for my pretty friend Carmen Lum who's staying in 115, to step out of her room. Then he immediately sang " SARANG  HEI YOU-- MEANS I LOVE YOU... " that JJ song to Carmen. She totally freaked out and went back to her room and closed the door. Haha, what a weird experience right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on saturday night ,the guys place a rabbit right outside her hostel. OH MY GOSH~ weird things have been happening.. For your info, the ppl here eat rabbit meat!! SOBSSS~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright la, i have been editing english scripts the students here wrote. and here's a copy for you to view :D ( original text )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Affection on the playground&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The sixth sports meeting of Zhejiang university city college has started at the 13th aprile, a great many of teachers and students participate in diverse competitions who filled with passion and energy. Turn around the playground, you can find that something affect you. As for me, there are three things affect me profoundly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No matter he or she is,to be a athlete, has a strong responsibility in the heart fighting in the competition for self or for the school they belong to.&lt;br /&gt;Each competition is heated and athletes anxious all through the competition especially the few seconds at start. Athletes wave their sweat on the play ground that do their best to win or get honor. We are in pround of you not as you are winner, but for you insist till the last. You are hero in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Come on, come on, encourage sounds one by one encourging athlete make an extra effort. At the jumping-off point, several students around athlete who say take it easy to athlete that let them relax. At the end point, some students help the athlete on their own initiative and take care of them after competition. With friends’ help, athletea are more exciting and do better during the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Generation gap disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In ordinary days, professors are teachers, we are students, a generation gap exist between teachers and students, but, it doesn’t work any more. In the sports meeting, teachers and students chatting like old friends and encourge each other on the playground. What a happy sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;As far as I am concerned, we should do exercise often in the common days is good for your health which is the main aim for hold this sports meeting. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alright, thats all folks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-5796578409988764353?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/5796578409988764353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=5796578409988764353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5796578409988764353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5796578409988764353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-blue-monday.html' title='just a blue monday'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RiMNMDsCEbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1rg0_W2cXrs/s72-c/P1040368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-6651554763013093866</id><published>2007-04-15T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T17:46:31.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn.</title><content type='html'>and my heart burns for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;guys, for your info fang had been unwell for nearly 2 weeks, pls keep her in prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yifang, i pray you will get well soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-6651554763013093866?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/6651554763013093866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=6651554763013093866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/6651554763013093866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/6651554763013093866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/04/burn.html' title='Burn.'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-2232584820057700409</id><published>2007-04-14T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:52:17.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe.</title><content type='html'>' Over the mountains and the seas&lt;br /&gt;Your river runs with love for me&lt;br /&gt;And I will open up my heart&lt;br /&gt;Let the Healer set me free. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I could sing of Your love forever.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walkin down the lane&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of the glooming stars&lt;br /&gt;strangers beside me seemed afar&lt;br /&gt;unspoken distance in the heart&lt;br /&gt;does it means that we're apart?&lt;br /&gt;time and time this feeling came&lt;br /&gt;and so were memories in the rain&lt;br /&gt;wonder how this would ever end&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows, but Jesus my Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could be the rose that lost its colour&lt;br /&gt;rose of glory, rose of laughter&lt;br /&gt;being sent to another world&lt;br /&gt;unfailing grace, unfailing love.&lt;br /&gt;still,&lt;br /&gt;it sings of your love forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i stand,&lt;br /&gt;with arms high and heart abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;all i am, is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many things in life that we could control but one thing, time. We just simply couldn't no matter when, what, where, how. Truly, it is so fast that I'm going home in 92 days. I told my roomies that I'm surely coming back to this place which plays such an important part of my life in the future, or hopefully near future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i would say I thought over more things here where I never back there, this is very true and i believe its the same for everyone here. There's definately more free time, lessser responsibilites.... yada yada.. less room for yourself. I would say the little room for myself and I would be in my heart; it speaks it listens, and it understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mathilda hopes to be back stronger, braver than last time.&lt;br /&gt;she can right?&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-2232584820057700409?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/2232584820057700409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=2232584820057700409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2232584820057700409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-3707274058195351827</id><published>2007-04-09T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T03:44:44.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence.</title><content type='html'>as i went back to silence&lt;br /&gt;i was enthrone by is beauty&lt;br /&gt;bewildering of the uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;instantly brought back to senses&lt;br /&gt;and oh, what a sweet dream&lt;br /&gt;you know what,&lt;br /&gt;thats you and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would it stay linger over tonight&lt;br /&gt;even if the morning star will shine so bright&lt;br /&gt;but just tonight let it flow'&lt;br /&gt;i'll promise you&lt;br /&gt;after this dream,&lt;br /&gt;i will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- just a stranger passing by&lt;br /&gt;waving my hand and say good-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-3707274058195351827?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/3707274058195351827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=3707274058195351827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/3707274058195351827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/3707274058195351827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/04/silence.html' title='silence.'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-8671878284745337930</id><published>2007-04-08T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T19:26:49.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love because You first loved me&lt;br /&gt;I live because of what You gave&lt;br /&gt;You died show me how live&lt;br /&gt;Your mercy taught me to forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came and poured Yourself so free&lt;br /&gt;Your blood wash away my shame&lt;br /&gt;and now, I can live again&lt;br /&gt;I'm more of You and less of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Love forever You will be&lt;br /&gt;My first Breadth You're the life in me&lt;br /&gt;My first Joy the world can never take from me&lt;br /&gt;My covenant with You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love falls down&lt;br /&gt;Your love falls down&lt;br /&gt;Your love falls down&lt;br /&gt;over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its very great joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guanxian, you're enlisting.&lt;br /&gt;how great right! muahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8671878284745337930?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8671878284745337930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=8671878284745337930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8671878284745337930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8671878284745337930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-because-you-first-loved-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-5501446016184988204</id><published>2007-04-05T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T01:23:02.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just to add on, we watched a chinese movie “墨攻” in class duiring chinese philosophy class; its the story of 革离; a mozi philosopher who lives in the era of warring states aka 春秋战国 acted by andy lau. apart from the fact that i think he is super handsome and charming *hahaha* , the storyline is superb. Geli is this intelligent man who practise the Mozi philosophy and wise advices in the warfare against "zhao", a strong country who wanted to attack "Liang" the country which Geli came to provide advice to the king. Anyway, its NICE!!!  But on the other side of the coin, you could see how war and unrest could caused the losing of many innocent lives, how greed and wrong motives of a ruler can bring your kingdom down. the way the people torture prisoners is totally cruel and grusome. 五马分尸( tie for legs, hands and head to 5 horses and make them run in different directions till ur body tears apart.. awww this is the worse of the worse in chinese history i thought)，刊头，cutting of your tongue, they can think of all sorts of ways to torture people to death, i was so "eeeee" by those scenes yet i have and got to admit that that is the truth and historically it is true. like so :S right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, actually i quite look forward to doing radio production again, and i heard its coming next wed, haha lets do it! miss the days of doing radio production pretty much, not just presenting, but editng ur own piece gives u a sense of fulfilment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after living with my roomies i felt that my expectation of almost everything is not very high, too easily contented would it be a bad thing ??&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/14906510-5501446016184988204?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/5501446016184988204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=5501446016184988204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5501446016184988204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5501446016184988204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-to-add-on-we-watched-chinese-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-1633434531087919093</id><published>2007-04-04T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:56:22.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>拥抱 - embrace</title><content type='html'>你怀着伤口&lt;br /&gt;在人海独自漫游&lt;br /&gt;你低着头&lt;br /&gt;不再看星座&lt;br /&gt;以为没人懂&lt;br /&gt;就狠狠关上窗口&lt;br /&gt;可是这寂寞原来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;每个路人都懂&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*你我都有过&lt;br /&gt;拥抱一样的难过&lt;br /&gt;给我你的双手&lt;br /&gt;让我贴近你(的)胸口(真心拥有)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;温柔在流动&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拥抱复活的感动&lt;br /&gt;沉默都能够交流&lt;br /&gt;心事化做心跳的节奏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;想哭的时候&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;竟想起我的笑容&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;流下的泪光&lt;br /&gt;原来会在暗中闪烁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;天空如果要乌云飘过&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;就陪你等候&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你在害怕什么&lt;br /&gt;我在雨后城市中看到彩虹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat(*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不管宇宙多辽阔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;拥抱了纪念你我&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;的星球&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Sun "Embrace"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-1633434531087919093?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/1633434531087919093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=1633434531087919093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/1633434531087919093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/1633434531087919093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/04/embrace.html' title='拥抱 - embrace'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-2632700147461169479</id><published>2007-04-04T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T01:30:23.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your tenderness is melting my bitterness; i recieve Your love.</title><content type='html'>Good Friday is this friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is on the 8th April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal, nation-wide , world-wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond any realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victory declared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from BC to AD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come I'll trust in You&lt;br /&gt;For i know You will lead me through&lt;br /&gt;and i know You are FAITHFUL till the end&lt;br /&gt;and when the storms are drawing near&lt;br /&gt;when i'm with You i dont have to fear&lt;br /&gt;You're my Shepherd on whom i can depend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the day, through the night&lt;br /&gt;I know You are ALWAYS by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord You are always HERE with me&lt;br /&gt;There is no changing God in Thee&lt;br /&gt;You are same yesterday and today and&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER MORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here on Your promises I stand&lt;br /&gt;You hold my FUTURE in Your hands&lt;br /&gt;My Solid Rock,&lt;br /&gt;ALMIGHTY GOD,&lt;br /&gt;I worship You.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so faithful, always-here almighty God.&lt;br /&gt;Only You could take my breadth away.&lt;br /&gt;You alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-2632700147461169479?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/2632700147461169479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=2632700147461169479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2632700147461169479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/2632700147461169479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/04/your-tenderness-is-melting-my.html' title='Your tenderness is melting my bitterness; i recieve Your love.'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-2570392602032609491</id><published>2007-04-01T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:16:36.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To keep your balance in a crooked world, …think of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             - Max Lucado&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am back from Shanghai, to realise that i actually missed Hangzhou, missed the hostel i first complained i didnt like, missed my super hard wooden plank bed with only 2 layers of comforter, missed the streets outside my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt believe it.&lt;br /&gt;But it really feels good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;now its another point of awakening&lt;br /&gt;a time to get back to my senses and get back to what i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a always a time for play and a time for work.&lt;br /&gt;play hard, work smart. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above all,&lt;br /&gt;i miss Home so much and my loved ones back there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-2570392602032609491?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/2570392602032609491/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-8598558383524979796</id><published>2007-03-29T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:07:24.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>忆昔当初上杭城，与兄陌路两相逢。来时龙山梅方白，去日娥江花正红。&lt;br /&gt;三载兄长随左右，谁知一旦分西东。与君暂且相分袂，未审何时会玉容？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当日辞亲谒道宗，草桥路遇与君逢。来时莺啭杨枝绿，别后鹃啼泪血红。&lt;br /&gt;三载同窗共日夜，一朝芸馆别西东。离情绵绵车难载，怕看柳枝恋春风。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;偶逢草桥结义来，百花三度放春苔。惟有玉梅心耐冷，不将春意私自开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三年共学两情投，玩月吟风思最幽。今日别离肠欲断，会期准约在来秋。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8598558383524979796?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8598558383524979796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Light.</title><content type='html'>I was stained, with a role, in a day not my own&lt;br /&gt;But as you walked into my life you showed what needed to be shown&lt;br /&gt;And I always knew, what was right I just didn't know that&lt;br /&gt;I might Peel away and choose to see with such a different sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will never see the sky the same way and&lt;br /&gt;I will learn to say good-bye to yesterday and&lt;br /&gt;I will never cease to fly if held down and&lt;br /&gt;I will always reach too high&lt;br /&gt;cause I've seen, cause I've seen,&lt;br /&gt;twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never cared never wanted&lt;br /&gt;Never sought to see what flaunted so on purpose so in my face&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see beyond my own place&lt;br /&gt;And it was so easy not to behold what I could hold&lt;br /&gt;But you taught me I could change&lt;br /&gt;Whatever came within these shallow days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun shines through it pushes away and pushes ahead&lt;br /&gt;It fills the warmth of blue and leaves a chill instead and&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that I could be so blind to all that is so real&lt;br /&gt;But as illusion dies I see there is so much to be revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will never see the sky the same way and&lt;br /&gt;I will learn to say good-bye to yesterday and&lt;br /&gt;I will never cease to fly if held down and&lt;br /&gt;I will always reach too high cause&lt;br /&gt;I've seen, cause I've seen,&lt;br /&gt;twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我曾在浑噩中度日，被所做的事玷污&lt;br /&gt;但当你走进我的生活，你告诉我应该展现什么&lt;br /&gt;我原以为我知道什么是对的&lt;br /&gt;却不知道我其实可以&lt;br /&gt;挣脱，并选择用不同的眼光来看待一切&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我再不会用同样的方式来看天空&lt;br /&gt;我将学会和昨天说再见&lt;br /&gt;我再不会在受到阻绊时停止飞翔&lt;br /&gt;我将总会到达很高的地方，&lt;br /&gt;因为我已看见，因为我已看见，曙光&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从未介意，从未想要&lt;br /&gt;从未刻意追求去看故意在我眼前招摇的一切&lt;br /&gt;看不到比我自己此处更远的地方&lt;br /&gt;我很容易看不到我可以拥有的&lt;br /&gt;是你告诉我，我能改变&lt;br /&gt;那些浅薄的日子里发生的任何事情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当太阳光芒四射，它迎着阻力用力向前&lt;br /&gt;使天空充满了蓝色的温暖，舍弃了严寒&lt;br /&gt;我不知道原来我对如此真实的一切视而不见&lt;br /&gt;当幻觉消失，我发现有那么多等着被发现&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我再不会用同样的眼光来看天空&lt;br /&gt;我将学会和昨天说再见&lt;br /&gt;我再不会在受到阻绊时停止飞翔&lt;br /&gt;我将总会到达很高的地方，&lt;br /&gt;因为我已看见，因为我已看见，曙光&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your word is a light lamp unto my feet light unto my path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8950852263251398204?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8950852263251398204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=8950852263251398204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8950852263251398204'/><link rel='self' 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in just a semester time, this is already his final year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before the employer could ever employ him, this student didnt get the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;According to what i know here in China, they do carry out one-child policy very strictly. Supposingly how would the parents of this guy feel? He isnt from Hangzhou and he didnt even bid his parents goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afte much investigation, the police found out that this guy commited suicide because his girlfriend broke up with him. * ahhhhh * i know you guys will surely say he is very foolish. But ya, living in a province faraway from home, from your family, and there's no one he could probably talk to or pour his heart out with when he was troubled with handling relationship problems. And So..... COMMUNICATION is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fail to really open up yourself and really share your burdens to someone else when you do have. Because life is really very fragile in this context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling your loved ones I love you seems hard but I guess when one dies, thats the first and last thing they would want to tell their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a long awaited friday, we were given a piece of assignment yesterday; you could  freewillingly write on any topic to chose from. I never thought i wrote well. but i chose to wrote an article on " joy ".  Being happy indeed it is a choice. I finally hand it up today and after which we went to get some books from "xinhua shuju"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good book will only cost you $4 here, and i myself fell in love with this place, but just apart that if you cant read chinese then it would be really a pity la, cos all the books here are in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get Cds and Vcds ( original ) at less than $5 also ! And they are nicely packaged.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thats all  folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus and I love you&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8161819262148103805?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8161819262148103805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=8161819262148103805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8161819262148103805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8161819262148103805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/03/embrace-life-like-never-before.html' title='embrace life like never before'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-3224171882209557395</id><published>2007-03-20T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T22:10:39.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuedays</title><content type='html'>its another tuesday and here i am in ZUCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News writing for Media is very subjective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it or dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History class was jinggly puffy but the teacher is very passionate about teaching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, if you ever thought of making teaching your career and  of what to teach,&lt;br /&gt;probably you could consider Classic Litereature or Chinese History as a living.&lt;br /&gt;Thats because you could repeat the same thing 5000 thousand times over the months and yet, the next year you just need to repeat the same thing. And i quite like the feeling of 温故而知新。 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But surely thats not the reason of why i wanted to be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously ponder over times if i cant see myself as a teacher, what would i see myself as?&lt;br /&gt;For now, i would smile and continue to ponder :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( but definately, i wouldnt get into news reporting heh! - i'll cross that out like FIRST. Its Definately not my cup of tea..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually right........&lt;br /&gt;I ever thought of opening a boutique, maybe do some makeup business or invest in hair saloon line since i have some friends do really knows how to do hair dressing hehe If you put all 3 tog sounds not bad hor? Plus some manicuring service.. You know it pains us girls to travel to get everything done? Alright.. that would be if i have enough finances. ( no worries, melo will be extremely rich soooon hehehe  ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saturday the students here have organised for us to go to a trip at some park. Now thats something to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its Casey Treat weekend! Peeps in Singapore: March is going to be awesome, coming up next.... EASTER!!  *hiaaaaakk! *  muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREPARE THE WAY FOR THE RISEN LORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution: might be addictive and phoenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extremely breadthtaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-3224171882209557395?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/3224171882209557395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=3224171882209557395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/3224171882209557395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/3224171882209557395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/03/tuedays.html' title='Tuedays'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-4309970780720087121</id><published>2007-03-18T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:56:34.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slowing adapting already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0tWhY47wI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WRt9D27pJ0A/s1600-h/P1030927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043237022667960066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0tWhY47wI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WRt9D27pJ0A/s320/P1030927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam-whoring in macdonalds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0tWhY47xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3j-AjyuX0oc/s1600-h/P1030928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043237022667960082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0tWhY47xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3j-AjyuX0oc/s320/P1030928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0tWxY47yI/AAAAAAAAAFY/n8gHUOgDL6w/s1600-h/P1030934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043237026962927394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0tWxY47yI/AAAAAAAAAFY/n8gHUOgDL6w/s320/P1030934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0tXBY47zI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lZhP1DazQS0/s1600-h/P1030825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043237031257894706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0tXBY47zI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lZhP1DazQS0/s320/P1030825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march 12 - tree planting day : farmer for a few mins&lt;br /&gt;PS: the red and white jacket is provided by the school, its not mine :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0tXBY470I/AAAAAAAAAFo/RFUQrK5seyU/s1600-h/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043237031257894722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0tXBY470I/AAAAAAAAAFo/RFUQrK5seyU/s320/Image074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever seen LV nails? hehe cost $22 only here while u have to get a full set at $200+ in Singapore. But the removing of acrylic nails session was horrible. You wouldnt want to see my nails now. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0q_BY47nI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pdvPPe6_kOA/s1600-h/P1030905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043234419917778546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0q_BY47nI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pdvPPe6_kOA/s320/P1030905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for my dumpling, i drink this orange syrup and they claimed it to be JUICE, but im quite used to it alr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0q_RY47oI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tFA3FyMKEvE/s1600-h/P1030915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043234424212745858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0q_RY47oI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tFA3FyMKEvE/s320/P1030915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! san xian hun tun :D they gave 10 BIG dumplings( you can chose ur fillings ) at RMB9. One bowl cost less than $2SGD !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0q_hY47pI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gW6zkxTWxYQ/s1600-h/P1030923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043234428507713170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0q_hY47pI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gW6zkxTWxYQ/s320/P1030923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken at macdonalds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0q_xY47qI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ogNH9TxS1j8/s1600-h/P1030917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043234432802680482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0q_xY47qI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ogNH9TxS1j8/s320/P1030917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gek! you are strong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0q_xY47rI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NqFLm47_k-M/s1600-h/P1030935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043234432802680498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0q_xY47rI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NqFLm47_k-M/s320/P1030935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint no nicer fries than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, its weekend!!! anyways, if you live here the only thing you'd probaly look forward to would be fridays, saturdays and sundays. For the whole of friday we have a whole full day for you to do revision at your own pace from 8.30am - 11.30am. And you're dismissed! So, melo suggested, ok.. we should shop one week, visit some teahouse (cha-guan) another week, go sing K the next week, and visit some bookstore the following week. Sounds interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i'll never forget my purpose; kristos kai cosmos. =) I am actually pretty excited for everything thats happening here and happening back in Singapore my beloved e405. Been missing everyone of you like so much can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, though melo is craving for KFC, we have yet to eat China's KFC! so, we shall try it one day and let you know how it is. Macdonalds is super cool and they serve BANANA PIE here instead of APPLE PIE. * FEN, are u tempted ? * LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, i shall share my TRAUMATISING ATM  visit.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday i was supposed to draw money at my school's atm area. There was a lady before be who is almost done. Hence i went forward to do what i need to do. So after i drew some cash using my POSB Go-card i proceeded to the cash deposit machine. IT STATED CASH DEPOSIT and it simply doesnt want to approve my transaction. Thats still fine. But guess what, that lady appeared from nowhere and made a loud hoo-ha that me and melo took her ATM card and Identity card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how stupid the situation was?? WHY would we want to take her card and why would we want to take a chinese prc's IC? But she just simply insisted that we took her card and wanted to check us, our wallets and bags and she didnt allow us to leave  the place at all cost. ( ah har, sounds fishy and scary right... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i felt things going not right, i just said in our singaporean chinese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "we know that you are very worried over your lost items but we really dint see it, nor take it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melo added: " i belive your card will not disappear too far, it does no have legs! Somone must have taken it.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both super agitated by the lady, but still i held my anger and talk to the lady and her strong build husband nicely: " WHY NOT we call the local police ( gong an ) here?  I believe they can solve your problem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melo agreed and carried on :" yes, and i believe that they will have a better solution "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND for NO REASON, the husband SUDDENLY found the the "LOST" Atm card and Identity card.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See friends, does it pay to be nice? Well it does, but sometimes we may have to think twice on WHO to be nice to, and we somehow learnt some survial skills here which we werent taught in Safe and well sercured Singapore. Just because Melo and I dont look and sound local and we somewhat got threatened.. well, we've got a lesson learnt and of course a slightly bit smarter now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I love CHINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i love SINGAPORE MORE!!!!!  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-4309970780720087121?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/4309970780720087121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=4309970780720087121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4309970780720087121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4309970780720087121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/03/slowing-adapting-already.html' title='slowing adapting already'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rf0tWhY47wI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WRt9D27pJ0A/s72-c/P1030927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-3140940147279020678</id><published>2007-03-15T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:35:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class work which i didnt know i put my heart into doing it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;姓名：冼玉晶&lt;br /&gt;班级：二班&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;《２００７中国行前后》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阴霾&lt;br /&gt;6度&lt;br /&gt;三月九日&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;正所谓“上有天堂，下有苏杭”， 在我生命中的第十九的年头竟然有此机会能到杭州来交流与生活，这的确是一个千载难逢的机会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这里，每当我打开寝室的窗户往外望，就能呼吸着早晨的新鲜冷空气。空气中带着一股特别的本土风情，混合着我内心里淡淡的思乡情怀。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而夜幕低垂时，我不自禁地望着杭州的月亮并联想到为何不少人会认为，“外国的月亮总比家乡圆”而离乡背井到外国讨个更好的生活。不过，和他们不一样的是，我到杭来是为了多多交流、认识并且学习在另一种环境下入乡随俗。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每当我看到摆在书桌上的照片时，总是会想起我所珍惜的一些人，对他们的思念更是非笔墨所能形容。每当自己单独活动时，总会不知不觉地被带入一部时光机，而里头便播放着过去酸甜苦辣的生活片断，徘徊在记忆的轨道上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晴天&lt;br /&gt;32度&lt;br /&gt;二月二十八日&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我收拾好行李，正要为中国的学习之旅做些准备。妈妈便开口问我是否有漏掉任何要带到中国去的大小物品。我检查了行李箱往里头望，无论是衣着上或财务上都全准备齐全了。在新加坡的日子就只剩那么一天，我不知为何我莫无情绪，只是规矩地把每一样东西办妥好便容易满足。对于这次的中国之行，我抱着的是一颗平常心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当不少朋友得知我将离开时都不间断的传一则则的手机短信问候我。另一些较要好的，我们就约彼此出来碰个面吃顿饭，珍惜彼此拥有彼此的“最后”时光。这类似的聚会让我更体会到了一个道理，那就是人总是要在将要失去或是失去时才学会懂得珍惜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而我家的那道大门，令我有不少的感触。平常放学回家开门时，她就好比温暖的双手拥抱着我的疲惫与心理的有苦难言。我知道，进了那道门我是安全是平安的是被保护的。我知道在离开家里的这一段期间，我还是会想念这道看着我成长，无助时候安抚我的大门。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除了思念，这道门教会了我一个道理。那就是：对待人任何人时，无论人在何处都要如打开大门一样，敞开自己的心胸来迎接任何的人与事，宽容与多多包涵。唯有这样，自己才能融入他人的生活，别人的生命。我认为，若一辈子都封闭在自己的安全区里，生命可能就此白活了因为我们不只是为自己而活着而已；而是为心里爱的人而活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;直到到了机场，就在我进入关卡的那一幕，我不自禁地回头望着我的家人朋友，他们正挥手与我道别。此时此刻，我心里不知为何好依依不舍，我回头望了好几次，他们都还没走，我也不知道为何见到了这一幕我落了泪。虽然我的肉体时离开了，但心里还是留着的。这一天，我能保证这辈子都忘不了。以往自称潇洒的我上了飞机才终于明白原来我这么一个人也懂得什么是重感情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阴霾&lt;br /&gt;6度&lt;br /&gt;三月九日&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来到中国杭州已有一周。两地的温差并不会让我更想家，则是令我更理由爱上这里，发现这里的美并带回家与家人分享。我自己要从零开始慢慢适应这里的人土风情与生活节奏。当然身为外地人，要适应的确需要一些时间。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也同时了解多位在城市学院就读的学生都来自各个不同的省份。起初，我还以为这里的大学生因学校在这里就是当地人。一直到我与几位当地学生交流时才发现原来他们与我们没什么两样，都是离乡背井到此求学的。看见他们没有父母在身旁也能如此的独立，更鼓励我变得开朗乐观多了些。由于自己太娇生惯养了，所以要与他们做为学习榜样；尽管父母在国外，自己也有责任照顾好自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一件非常令人高兴的事就是老师安排让大家都到期待已久的西湖游览参观。西湖的美景更不是一两句话就能说得上来的；那环境自然优美、桃花也渐渐随着季节的改变盛开，景色非常宜人。我也不知觉地放慢脚步仔细观察周遭的一切也拍照留念，可能是怕漏掉眼前看见的每一个小细节吧。尽管人潮再汹涌，都没破坏我们赏心悦目的雅兴。我们便乘搭小船在西湖上观看景色，冷风也往脸上吹，这冷风里的宁静能令人感到心旷神怡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了这里，无论是生活、学习、饮食以及休闲方面我都需要做出不少的调整。因为自己在新加坡的生活方式不算健康，如我本身是个“夜猫子”每日都会过了凌晨三点才入睡。来到了这里，我必须适应早睡早起的习惯，十一点就熄灯，约七点就要醒来上课。同时因为在新加坡的学校离车站不远所以我不需走路，但来到了这里我没早都会都一段约二十分钟的路上学。这样一来不但帮助我变得有规律，身心也健康了不少。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不少女同学与我最爱的休闲活动就是逛街。一件非常有趣的发现就是，在这里购物还能“讨价还价”。能以廉价的价格购买自己所喜爱的事物的确是一个非常快乐的事情啊！在杀价的好些时候，我就觉得人生好比杀价式的购物；为了要得到自己想要的东西而努力的去争取最理想的结果。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我深信，这次的中国之行好比一幅未完成的巨幅图画，而它的开始已非常漂亮，愿在这接下来的四个月里，我能用人生经历的色彩来填满，完成这幅画让它能更丰富充满活力与生命力。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its pretty long i understand, upon hearing some good pieces in class and i really thought that many of my coursemates wrote really well. Words may frame us and they do help express us when we do not know how to. I guess, its just time to be to widen my vision and enourage, educate and empower myself to get more wisdom. I myself love somone's essay that goes somthing like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"在天空划过的银钱，模糊了离人的视线。"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meaning that smoke given out by the aeroplane, left a trace in the sky and this hazy trace, blurred the eyes of my beloved with tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though no words mentioned some 经典terms like 泪水模糊了我的视线 etc, i really really like this one!!：Ｄ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-3140940147279020678?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/3140940147279020678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=3140940147279020678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/3140940147279020678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/3140940147279020678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/03/class-work-which-i-didnt-know-i-put-my.html' title='Class work which i didnt know i put my heart into doing it.'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-853701397022077813</id><published>2007-03-14T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:14:38.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我的选择：快乐</title><content type='html'>开始懂了 - 孙燕姿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我竟然没有调头&lt;br /&gt;最残忍那一刻&lt;br /&gt;静静看你走&lt;br /&gt;一点都不像我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;原来人会变得温柔&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;是透澈的懂了&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;爱情是流动的&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;不由人的&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;何必激动着要理由&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相信你只是怕伤害我&lt;br /&gt;不是骗我&lt;br /&gt;很爱过谁会舍得&lt;br /&gt;把我的梦摇醒了&lt;br /&gt;宣布幸福不会来了&lt;br /&gt;用心酸微笑去原谅了&lt;br /&gt;也翻越了&lt;br /&gt;有昨天还是好的&lt;br /&gt;但明天是自己的&lt;br /&gt;开始懂了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;快乐是选择&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-853701397022077813?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/853701397022077813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=853701397022077813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/853701397022077813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/853701397022077813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_14.html' title='我的选择：快乐'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-4112575747240383174</id><published>2007-03-13T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:27:41.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我的梦无论在何方，一生的爱唯有家</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rfakdx8VInI/AAAAAAAAADY/zI-Cl6VMUwY/s1600-h/P1030849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041397664417391218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rfakdx8VInI/AAAAAAAAADY/zI-Cl6VMUwY/s320/P1030849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit to the museum during tutorial lesson.&lt;br /&gt;"liang zhu wen hua bo wu guan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RfakeB8VIoI/AAAAAAAAADg/DcX0Yob9SqQ/s1600-h/P1030866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041397668712358530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RfakeB8VIoI/AAAAAAAAADg/DcX0Yob9SqQ/s320/P1030866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" mini ko i sakura ah eh yo " - chey its tao hua la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RfakeB8VIpI/AAAAAAAAADo/bdGS_iJXSBk/s1600-h/P1030873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041397668712358546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RfakeB8VIpI/AAAAAAAAADo/bdGS_iJXSBk/s320/P1030873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RfakeR8VIqI/AAAAAAAAADw/lcnVCaVrQ6E/s1600-h/P1030875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041397673007325858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RfakeR8VIqI/AAAAAAAAADw/lcnVCaVrQ6E/s320/P1030875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rarely put gross photos online. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RfakeR8VIrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GPU9Vvobxp8/s1600-h/HPIM0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041397673007325874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RfakeR8VIrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GPU9Vvobxp8/s320/HPIM0684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MBM under the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RfafwR8VIiI/AAAAAAAAACw/mBu3Gi0u5pQ/s1600-h/P1030613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041392484686832162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RfafwR8VIiI/AAAAAAAAACw/mBu3Gi0u5pQ/s320/P1030613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LV bag! but what a pity, it isnt mine to hold... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rfafwh8VIjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VdETEMu13SU/s1600-h/P1030655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041392488981799474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rfafwh8VIjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VdETEMu13SU/s320/P1030655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken by melo; a breadth-taking view of the westlake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rfafwx8VIkI/AAAAAAAAADA/utlMb14FxzI/s1600-h/P1030692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041392493276766786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rfafwx8VIkI/AAAAAAAAADA/utlMb14FxzI/s320/P1030692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some photo suitable for tourism in China by me. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RfafxB8VIlI/AAAAAAAAADI/5YKLGF8rQ9Q/s1600-h/P1030698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041392497571734098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RfafxB8VIlI/AAAAAAAAADI/5YKLGF8rQ9Q/s320/P1030698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridging project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RfafxB8VImI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zsThoytiJBE/s1600-h/P1030776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041392497571734114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RfafxB8VImI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zsThoytiJBE/s320/P1030776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks melo for the nice side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall lessons have started, and i am quite scared of this module called writings for chinese media. :S  though i dont really like media stuffs apart from radio, i MUST ADAPT OK! Mavis I believe you can! Otherwise the times i look forward to would be the times in the hostel because its the warmest place you could ever find here. And we dine very early here like 4pm for dinner? But we'll stick to round 6pm. In the end, i think i eat ALOT. When i go back you guys need longer arms to go round and hugg me already la!! its quite impossible to jianfei here, so iam recuiting people to do so with me when i get back! HIAH! Jianfei da ji hua!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my parents are hipper than i thought. They web-cam with me almost everyday lors! Dint know daddy and mummy are so high tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy and so must you be, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) missing you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-4112575747240383174?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/4112575747240383174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=4112575747240383174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4112575747240383174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/4112575747240383174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='我的梦无论在何方，一生的爱唯有家'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Rfakdx8VInI/AAAAAAAAADY/zI-Cl6VMUwY/s72-c/P1030849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-994032108805664467</id><published>2007-03-07T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T20:41:42.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Re6qasKJLpI/AAAAAAAAABg/pV-jOo0nbow/s1600-h/P1030353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039152408581189266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Re6qasKJLpI/AAAAAAAAABg/pV-jOo0nbow/s320/P1030353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the vicinity of the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Re6qa8KJLqI/AAAAAAAAABo/Hb17FSEecnk/s1600-h/P1030337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039152412876156578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Re6qa8KJLqI/AAAAAAAAABo/Hb17FSEecnk/s320/P1030337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating the salty lunch it only cost $1 +!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Re6qbMKJLrI/AAAAAAAAABw/51tRX3RHlrM/s1600-h/P1030340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039152417171123890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Re6qbMKJLrI/AAAAAAAAABw/51tRX3RHlrM/s320/P1030340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living on your own means looking after yourself including laundry!&lt;br /&gt;thank mum for her moulding sessions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Re6qbcKJLsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MJwTKtFWhDI/s1600-h/P1030343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039152421466091202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Re6qbcKJLsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MJwTKtFWhDI/s320/P1030343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our common trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Re6qbcKJLtI/AAAAAAAAACA/RQ9SyCVyfSo/s1600-h/P1030312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039152421466091218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Re6qbcKJLtI/AAAAAAAAACA/RQ9SyCVyfSo/s320/P1030312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start it off, we bought what we need to live on!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recieved an sms from a loved friend telling me that she is having Old Chang Kee curry puffs in Singapore now. I miss her all the more and nonetheless the taste of our homely curry puff. But its really when you are seperated from something, then will you learn to treasure it even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've mentioned in the earlier entry, I myself am a good example. I didnt use to miss or love or cherish the times I am in Singapore until... NOW! haha, but its never too late to realise that! E405 I miss all of you EXTREMELY, no worries Fang and I are still doing alright :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the very first day, the plane ride itself was a total chaotic drama serial. We were supposed to land on Shanghai in the morning at 6am. The temperature outside the plane is -37degrees. its super cold... Then we soon realise that we are still in the plane at 7am!! There comes an announcement saying that the fog in Shanghai is too foggy and we would have to detour in the skies for sometime, until 8am they finally announced that we are going to head towards Beijing airport because they need to refill the plane's fuel. Then in Beijing, we wasted 1 and a half hrs in the airport on the plane waiting, and set off for Shanghai. And it is already 11 plus in the afternoon. After which we landed in Shanghai Airport at 2 plus. THEN FINALLY we took a bus to head towards Zhejiang, Hangzhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment i woke up the next morning, i realised that i had gotten a flu and lost my voice. But till today, though i am still fluing here and there lips a little dry, but i am getting better gradually. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time living with 3 other people in a room, its pretty exciting, but at the same time we will soon get used to each other's living lifestyle. The time-table is pretty funny but i quite like the way it is arranged. I've met most of the teachers already and I thought some of them carrry differnt slangs because they come from different regions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate the local food here " da niang shui jiao" you can chose any filling for your dumplings and they are selling one for average price of 1RMB each which is $0.20 each! and it would cost you less than $2 to order a filling to fill you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-994032108805664467?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/994032108805664467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=994032108805664467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/994032108805664467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/994032108805664467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/03/china.html' title='CHINA'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/Re6qasKJLpI/AAAAAAAAABg/pV-jOo0nbow/s72-c/P1030353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-1718609002124483758</id><published>2007-02-28T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T01:33:31.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really appreciate alot of things that many people have done for me, taken off days leave just to meet me. Thanks for all your sacrifices friends! Those who have a very packed schedule yet still made time for me, i am really very touched. Not to mentioned names, i know you could sense it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said, its really not how much you could want to do when somone's leaving, but how much you treasured that person when he or she is by your side. During the holidays and while preparing and packing for this trip i began to think that human are just weird animals.&lt;br /&gt;We only will treasure things when we began to realise that we've lost them or are going to lose them. Frankly speaking, i laughed. I thought and i admit i am one like this, arent you too ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I just want to spend time with those i want to spend time with. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you think that you haven't disappoint me, i'm sorry you just did it too many times and got away with it.  And I simply cant be bothered already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i know things will definately not going to be the same after 20 weeks. Hopefully better and i am expectant and excited for a great future ahead. And more expectant for this trip. 4 months is going to be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are a typically weird species, they simply love to say the opposite. And I really dont understand either. They saw something which they really like and want to get it, but they simply wont buy it. Though their mind think in a way, yet they say it in another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you really like this? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i dont think so. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-1718609002124483758?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/1718609002124483758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=1718609002124483758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/1718609002124483758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/1718609002124483758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-really-appreciate-alot-of-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-8644922376581659187</id><published>2007-02-25T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T04:39:38.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>贴心守护星</title><content type='html'>星空银色上空月&lt;br /&gt;我们小小的心愿&lt;br /&gt;捧在手心望着天&lt;br /&gt;说要一定到永远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你对眼望着我说&lt;br /&gt;未来日子会很长&lt;br /&gt;一定要勇敢面对&lt;br /&gt;只要有你在身旁&lt;br /&gt;我会用着爱的翅膀飞翔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是贴心守护星&lt;br /&gt;不用言语我们的默契&lt;br /&gt;只要用心去聆听&lt;br /&gt;你是贴心守护星&lt;br /&gt;如此熟悉的陌生人&lt;br /&gt;不知不觉慢慢感应到你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是我唯一贴心守护星&lt;br /&gt;我们不是安排而是注定&lt;br /&gt;在此刻化成最美的结局&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feel abit like the previos song.&lt;br /&gt;cos i was listening to it while writing haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8644922376581659187?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8644922376581659187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=8644922376581659187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8644922376581659187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8644922376581659187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_25.html' title='贴心守护星'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-7900649913463322847</id><published>2007-02-24T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T13:25:58.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>专属天使</title><content type='html'>专属天使 - Tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不会怪你对我的伪装&lt;br /&gt;天使在人间是该藏好翅膀&lt;br /&gt;人们愚蠢鲁莽而你纤细善良&lt;br /&gt;怎能让你为了我被碰伤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小小的手掌厚厚的温暖&lt;br /&gt;你总能平复我不安的夜晚&lt;br /&gt;不敢想的梦想透过你的眼光&lt;br /&gt;我才看见它原来在前方&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有谁能把你抢离我身旁&lt;br /&gt;你是我的专属天使&lt;br /&gt;唯我能独占&lt;br /&gt;没有谁能取代你在我心上&lt;br /&gt;拥有一个专属天使&lt;br /&gt;我哪里还需要别的愿望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小小的手掌大大的力量&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;我一定也会像你一样飞翔&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;你想去的地方就是我的方向&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有我保护笑容尽管灿烂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要不是你出现&lt;br /&gt;我一定还在沉睡&lt;br /&gt;绝望的以为生命只有黑夜&lt;br /&gt;没有谁能把你抢离我身旁&lt;br /&gt;你是我的专属天使&lt;br /&gt;唯我能独占&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;没有谁能取代你在我心上&lt;br /&gt;拥有一个专属天使&lt;br /&gt;我哪里还需要别的愿望&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful.&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/14906510-7900649913463322847?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/7900649913463322847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=7900649913463322847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7900649913463322847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/7900649913463322847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_24.html' title='专属天使'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-5756413090114899751</id><published>2007-02-20T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T18:14:23.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINESE NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>to everyone, chinese new year is a time of greetings, blessings and moments of "prospering" for the younger kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that cny would just be another day, just with more food, more people and COMMON conversations every year. (unlike some of my friends, none of my relatives asked me any funny questions. hahaha :P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the people might be the same,yet we get to see how people change over time either for the better or not so well doing, and simply marvel at how interesting this world is created in the areas of Human networking and relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A particular incident happened to me just on the second day of cny whereby i accompanied my gand for some vistations. This individual family whom i knew since birth is obviously very rich and influential, not forgetting skeptical. But they can be quite nice if they want to. They have 2 sons, younger one married last dec at 26 the older one is RICH but single. So to move from house to house we needed cars to transport us, so i took the car of the older son with one of my cousins. he used to be my 'eye-candy' whos suave, cool and promising. it was the very first time ever heard him speak. to my horror, 8 out of the 10 words he spoke was either words of condemnation or vulgarities. My image of him was like *piang piang piang* shattered on the ground. From this incident, i saw how our words can really frame our image and impression in the minds and hearts of others.For something that could have even been well established for 10 yrs might be shattered in 1 second with 1 word. You tongue holds the power to life nad death so, SPEAK WELL! Or even so, desire to speak well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, i proceed to ah gongs place and played with the dogs. Fen asked me how was ah gong, in reply i said : " as handsome as usual!" , and thats the truth. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later at night we spend it at max's and pud's place, watching S.H.E concert! while the rest enjoyed dry-swimming and eating. we were very blessed with pizzas and drumlets! and we decided to spend more time with each other at kbox after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then recieved a call from a loved friend,hoping that i could help in his situation but there were really times when i feel quite helpless and depressed over his situation. If you happen to read this, just get over what you should get over and really dont nurse any pain. WAKEUP!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt say that i want to be too blunt all the time, but i guessed i have to and there's no other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God still shows a way when i couldnt see anything ahead. &lt;br /&gt;He shines the brightest when my life is in the darkest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-5756413090114899751?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/5756413090114899751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=5756413090114899751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5756413090114899751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5756413090114899751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='CHINESE NEW YEAR'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-477870538417290269</id><published>2007-02-18T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T02:41:18.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my laptop crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i felt quite helpless. &lt;br /&gt;on this new yr day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-477870538417290269?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/477870538417290269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=477870538417290269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/477870538417290269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/477870538417290269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-laptop-crashed.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-3178292875344316439</id><published>2007-02-17T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T05:01:50.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after seeing wad sooshan has did, i decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Judgement (Confucius)&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, Content, Joy. --&gt;&gt; so zhun! haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judgment is related to the Hebrew letter Shin, which is fiery and spiritual. A break from the past, going forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Fire as its ruling element, Judgement is about rebirth or ressurection. The idea of Judgement day is that the dead rise, their sins are forgiven, and they move onto heaven. The Judgement card is similar, it asks the resurrection to summon the past, forgive it, and let it go. There are wounds from the past that we never let heal, sins we've committed that we refuse to forgive, bad habits we haven't the courage to lose. Judgement advises us to finally face these, recognize that the past is past, and put them to rest, absolutely and irrevocably. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is also a card of healing, quite literally from an accident or illness, as well as a card signaling great transformation, renewal, change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite true. esp: " signaling great transformation, renewal, change." i like that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;You know the Bible 85%!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 85%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;Wow!  You are awesome!  You are a true Biblical scholar, not just a hearer but a personal reader!  The books, the characters, the events, the verses - you know it all!  You are fantastic!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/ultimate_bible_quiz" style="color: blue;"&gt;Ultimate Bible Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Create MySpace Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the above quiz its quite fun too :)&lt;br /&gt;who knpws u might score 100%!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-3178292875344316439?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/3178292875344316439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=3178292875344316439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/3178292875344316439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/3178292875344316439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/02/after-seeing-wad-sooshan-has-did-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-5066709630170929332</id><published>2007-02-17T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T04:04:53.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spring season!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RdYNfCklpzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t1EqEN_WHP4/s1600-h/chompchomp+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032224460550547250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RdYNfCklpzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t1EqEN_WHP4/s320/chompchomp+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharing chin choq with fen at chompchomp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RdYNfiklp0I/AAAAAAAAABE/vSX3SKtpS80/s1600-h/chompchomp+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032224469140481858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RdYNfiklp0I/AAAAAAAAABE/vSX3SKtpS80/s320/chompchomp+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under this tree, under the moodlight i had my ice cream. pure indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RdYNfyklp1I/AAAAAAAAABM/b797XLEGMT0/s1600-h/chompchomp+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032224473435449170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RdYNfyklp1I/AAAAAAAAABM/b797XLEGMT0/s320/chompchomp+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make things clearer, i merely invited ltk to come forward and i didnt hold his hand.. just touch and erm only 3 fingers are on his palm! and i let go of his hand the moment he was "forced" to go forward! -- i am green white one... ~~ -- yuan wang ah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melo, u shld post the video soon and see who held who's hand ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( this is real crap, lets let the matter zzz rest hahaha )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today is a day filled with travelling and shopping. i met huiling at bugis to collect my customized shoes its really nice! white on the left red on the right with many many hearts!! hahha she commented that its supposed to be valentine's edition woooah.. jielin was there too, and she's really one very nice and pretty lady. soon after old kwok came to meet huiling in his new hiardo, i thought it suits him quite well too. I then left bugis and went to tampines to meet my mum. after having mos burger with her, we shopped at ntuc for new yr goodies and groceries. i then saw this worker in ntuc wearing the t-shirt : I LOVE MY DODO SHIOK SHIOK. (dodo. 200? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! haha i love DODO, SHIOK SHIOK( dodo. 200? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, den went home to place the groceries into place and watched the 7pm show on chn 8 ( its nice!) den met mum at bugis again to last min shop. we really spend alot =xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time i ate suan pan zi! ( its not counting plates, its a hakka traditional dish). its so chewy and good!! how much im craving for roti prata now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-5066709630170929332?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/5066709630170929332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=5066709630170929332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5066709630170929332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/5066709630170929332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/02/spring-season.html' title='spring season!'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IArFBw4iqW0/RdYNfCklpzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t1EqEN_WHP4/s72-c/chompchomp+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-8720217059951123519</id><published>2007-02-15T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T04:14:14.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jesus Christ is calling you&lt;br /&gt;can you hear His voice&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ is calling you&lt;br /&gt;Its time to make that choice&lt;br /&gt;with open arms and love He waits&lt;br /&gt;Come to Him don't hesitate&lt;br /&gt;as you hear His voice&lt;br /&gt;Please make that choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let my Saviour pull you through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ is calling&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the Answer for the world today&lt;br /&gt;above Him there's no other Jesus is the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 yrs back on a Christmas day celebration i made that choice.&lt;br /&gt;I dint know why tears rolled down my face but back then, i just know that I needed Him so much more than He needs me to believe in Him. My life wasnt complete and something was missing. and i realised it was Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt say life is very you zai xian zai now, but at least im stronger andI love Jesus because He first loved me. And this is so enough. More than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive spend my vdae with my cg members at chompchomp &amp; a nice ice cream cafe. I had a combi of honeydew melon &amp;amp; white coffee ice cream. It was woooh good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you had your way of enjoying today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing was my disappointing heels. cuz the heels broke, but one at a time. in the end both broke. and i walked very uglily. the heels is ard 6-8cm k, how to normal walk.&lt;br /&gt;very kay kiang la, if i had known this sonner, i'll wear my slippers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, its good and i ate zoot zoot ( snail's relative i think they look like miniature snails) . fen is rather pro at eating it. gideon had a glass of very cannot-make-it gamjiazui and hey mee. i'll return for the ice cream! definately ;) drools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8720217059951123519?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8720217059951123519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=8720217059951123519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8720217059951123519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8720217059951123519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/02/jesus-christ-is-calling-you-can-you.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-3741070942070606686</id><published>2007-02-13T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T03:41:26.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after reading a blog of a loved friend, i decided to blog in this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when we feel that we are depressed, and there might not be a single soul there for you and hence, we might tend to feel upset. For some people, they just got to battle with this feeling once and for all, but some its a total nursing process where things just seem to get worsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afterall, i have to say,  this is very normal, humans are just people with feelings and they need to be loved and cared for. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want to challenge all of you today, ever remember those moments where you have to fight against loneliness and grief? Some late nights where you felt like doing nothing and just time slip off like that? What is your conviction based on? Feelings alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the fact is that, no one can ever change the way you think about life. If everyone is doing something for you maybe not in a very big way, but still, yet you refuse to change the way you think, i guess things wont change either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have moments where I need to battle against emotional struggles too such as wanting of attention from people around me. and i will realise i start to do funny things, or even thought of giving up. And at the end of the day, my attitude was really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by the grae of God, I realised by doing this, i no longer hurt Him alone, but I've hurt many others. &lt;em&gt;Because I was hurting myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really pains to see the one you cherish hurting him or herself and sink totally in depression and grief, and continues to walk in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes to many, when times as such come, to remain positive is something which is so hard to do, and they simply shut their mind from positive reminders but opened the doors to entertain negative thoughts. But at the end of the day, who is the one responsible for allowing negative thoughts to enter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to express how i feel but not to address who or who so ever. That, at least love yourself and do the right thing. Thats the least i can ask of you. Do take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-3741070942070606686?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/3741070942070606686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=3741070942070606686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/3741070942070606686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/3741070942070606686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/02/after-reading-blog-of-loved-friend-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14906510.post-8609059044495939874</id><published>2007-02-13T03:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T02:22:13.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exciting!!</title><content type='html'>i just chatted with miss onghuiling online and she says she cant sleep cos she wants to make full use of her time to prepare for china. haha, i felt i should be more excited! These 2 days i'm involved with spring cleaning. Now you know whats Cif ( previously called gif ) for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way guys, you know that church gave us one bottle of Cif and a sponge each???&lt;br /&gt;of course the ultimate aim is to do SPRING CLEANING with your FAMILY and foster good relationships with them during this cny. I started laughing when i recieved that as a new year present, cause the past years we all recieve new yr angpaos or tangerines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, haha im excited! tomorrow, darling and i will be performing superstar ;)&lt;br /&gt;its like, we changed songs like a chameleon times. Been drinking Pipa-gao and honey today, i hope it works. Melo, you said its okay one, i trust u k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 14th, haha i look forward to it too. Gonna spend it with loved ones on this special day.&lt;br /&gt;Fen and i were talking about flowers, what flowers we like and stuffs; and yah i no longer like sunflowers like so da duo right( BIG piece). I quite like the idea of white roses or red carnations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven get my mp3, dunks, and a presentable thick jacket yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little red shoes are with huiling(chenhuiling) so excited also!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha so many exiting things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And coming up on thursday, we're gonna celebrate cny! WOOOOH~ most exciting ever. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14906510-8609059044495939874?l=voiceofvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/feeds/8609059044495939874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14906510&amp;postID=8609059044495939874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8609059044495939874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14906510/posts/default/8609059044495939874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofvis.blogspot.com/2007/02/exciting.html' title='exciting!!'/><author><name>vis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17263549690524819806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
