<?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-550862317097638630</id><updated>2012-02-09T18:42:59.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tales of Destiny: Tidus's Party</title><subtitle type='html'>RO based story.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-139618571231717776</id><published>2009-10-12T13:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:32:05.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3: Get stronger?</title><content type='html'>Tidus slowly opened his eyes. He still felt the pain at his&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-139618571231717776?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/139618571231717776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=139618571231717776' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/139618571231717776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/139618571231717776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-3-get-stronger.html' title='Chapter 3: Get stronger?'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-7102144404506459126</id><published>2008-07-08T21:04:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T21:27:29.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2: Monsters</title><content type='html'>"Lalala~ Lalala~ What a great today... Don't you think so Chaos?"&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;Tidus could not control himself to laugh loudly. They did not know that he was listening to what they were chatting last night.&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you laughing... "&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing... Just how long we have to walk?" Tidus stopped himself from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;"Few days more I guess..."&lt;br /&gt;"Aren't you guys feeling tired?? Especially you, Max. Your cart is full with stuff and very heavy..."&lt;br /&gt;"I get used to it already."&lt;br /&gt;"Chaos... Can we have a rest now?? My feet are killing me... " Tidus stopped and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;"The sooner we leave this forest, the better. I don't want to spend a night here in this forest..."&lt;br /&gt;"Why??" Tidus was curious.&lt;br /&gt;"The are a lot of monsters in this forest... So it is not safe to walk in this forest at night.. "&lt;br /&gt;"Speaking of monster... We gotta hunt some monster as well." Max suggested.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?? I thought we should avoid them..."&lt;br /&gt;"Monster would drop some valuable things sometimes... We can sell the things for zeny (RO currency)."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's get moving..." Chaos ordered.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, they heard some strange noise from a bush nearby.&lt;br /&gt;"Chaos... what's that... "&lt;br /&gt;Chaos drew out his sword. "Stand behind me... Support me if you can, it could be a monster..."&lt;br /&gt;Tidus hided behind Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;"This could be a new experience to you, Tidus. Just standby and watch." Max said. He took out an axe from his cart. The axe looks very heavy but yet very sharp.&lt;br /&gt;The noise became closer and closer to them. Tidus felt very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a pink colour thing jumped out from the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD... WHAT IS THAT... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/2772/poring00nu6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Poring... " Max said.&lt;br /&gt;"This jelly like monster??" Tidus stood up and brave himself to go near the monster. It did not escape. It seemed like injured. He tried to touch it. He was afraid that it might attack him. But he could not resist the cuteness of the monster. He touched the Poring, it was his first time. He was excited. He could not stop touching it. It felt like a jelly but warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heal!!" Tidus healed the Poring.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing!!! You shouldn't heal a monster!!!" Chaos yelled at Tidus. He drew out his sword again, but Max stopped him from attacking the monster.&lt;br /&gt;"Step aside..." Max took out an apple from his cart. The apple was green in color.&lt;br /&gt;"Don' tell me, you are going to... " Max smiled at Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes... Here, Tidus... feed it with this Unripe Apple..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/3867/unripeapplehs4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feed it?" Tidus took the apple from Max's hand. Chaos put away his sword and looked away.&lt;br /&gt;"Here you go~~ o(^_^)o " The Poring swallowed the apple. It looked happy.&lt;br /&gt;Poof... Tidus was surprised. It had turned into an egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/4231/poringegglq7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Egg?? Why it changed into an egg?" Tidus was even surprised. He never knew what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;"From now, this is your pet. Keep it. You need to incubate the egg to turn it back." Max explained.&lt;br /&gt;"Incubate? Like a chicken?"&lt;br /&gt;Max reached his limit. He burst into laughter. He did not know that Tidus was so naive and unclear of these common stuffs. Even Chaos also could not endure himself and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"No, silly... You need to have a pet incubator. You can get one from any cities."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... Hmm..." Tidus scratched his head, he seemed like did not understand well what Max explained to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go!!! We have wasted a lot of time here. We need to get out of this forest as soon as possible." Chaos ordered. Tidus hugged the egg like a teddy bear. Max could not stop himself from giggling. The out site world was seemed to be an unknown to Tidus, everything was new and fresh to him. They managed to get out from the forest before nightfall and decided to camp for the night beside a river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good job, Chaos~~ You sure are strong!!" Max praised Chaos after defeating some Savage. But he took some minutes to defeat them with aid from Tidus healing ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/5104/savage00gy3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hack!!! You were sitting there just now watching without helping us!!" Chaos shouted.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I thought you said you never need my help, so... "&lt;br /&gt;"And you, Tidus!!! Don't ever... ever cause me any troubles again!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"But... But the Savage Baby was so cute..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/63/savagebabe00ht2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"No BUT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"But... "&lt;br /&gt;"Don't make me to repeat myself..."&lt;br /&gt;"..." Tidus kept quiet. It was his fault actually, he was supposed to gather fire woods. But he could not resist his curiosity when he saw a cute little pink monster was drinking water by the river bank and walked towards it. He was too close to the monster that its parents sensed Tidus and chased him away. Tidus could only run back to the camping site and shouted for help. Chaos who was trying to set up the fire, was surprised to see Tidus was chased by some monsters. He drew out his sword and attacked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry... I am really a burden... Maybe I should... I should just go back..." Tidus looked away and tried to hide his face. He felt sorry for giving Chaos a lot of troubles and unable to help him much. Tears were flooding out from Tidus's eyes. He sat down on a bush, trying to hold his tears. Max took out the egg which Tidus caught and gave Max for safe keeping while he went to collect fire woods. He then sat beside Tidus and touched Tidus's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There, there... Don't cry... That bustard, stupid Chaos..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!!!" Chaos shouted.&lt;br /&gt;"That stupid Chaos didn't mean to shout at you... You need to be more careful in this outside world. Everything might be new to you, but you have to be more cautious from now ons..." Max tried to comfort Tidus, and he was suceeded. Tidus wiped out his tears. "I am sorry..." Tidus said softly. He took the egg from Max's hands and hugged it tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Still sitting there? Didn't you suppose to bring some fire woods?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tidus, let me go with you. Just in case anything happen. You can count on me, right? Unlike someone here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Tidus woke up early, like usual. He did not talk to Chaos since last evening. Max and him were still sleeping soundly. Tidus went to wash his face at the river. He looked into the crystal clear water. There were some small fishes in the river. His mind wondered off again. He was thinking what he could do to &lt;span class="hw"&gt;reconcile with Chaos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was floating on the shallow river and caught Tidus's attention. It was an empty bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img367.imageshack.us/img367/7803/emptybottlezi3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidus suddenly thought of something and quickly picked up the empty bottle.&lt;br /&gt;"I think I can make a holy water with this. But... what is the spell already..." He tried to recall what the spell required to cast the white magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it... No no... It should be... Or maybe it sounds like this... "&lt;br /&gt;"Oh!! It should be..... Aqua Benedicta!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Aqua Benedicta: Creates 1 Holy Water with 1 empty bottle. Caster must stand in water for the skill to succeed.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;The empty bottle just now suddenly went sparkling with golden light. It then was magically filled with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/4357/holywateriz4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidus was very happy and surprised. He was successful in turning the Empty Bottle to a Holy Water. He never used that spell before. It was his first time.&lt;br /&gt;"I hope... I hope I can give this to Chaos... And I shall apologize to him for what I have said...." Tidus went back to the camp area. Both Max and Chaos had already woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm.... Good morning. Cha... Chaos? This is for you..." Tidus gave the Holy Water to Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry..." Tidus apologized to Chaos and bent down. He did not dare to look at Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry too for being so rude to you... I should be thankful as you come with me...." Surprisingly, Chaos seemed to have regretted for scolding Tidus. He too apologized to Tidus.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, well... Why not both of you shake hands?" Max was delighted as he liked happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max and Chaos asked how Tidus made the Holy Water. Tidus explained everything to them.&lt;br /&gt;"Nice!! Do you know? You can sell this for some zeny, it is useful to clear away curse from monsters," said Max.&lt;br /&gt;"Really? I have no idea. Bishop Paul just ordered us to make quite a large amount to be given away to anyone who visits the church at Sundays.... I will make some more to get more zeny!!" Tidus was really delighted, as least he felt that he could make more contributions to the party. They went to the river to wash themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fire Wall!!" Suddenly they heard someone shouted at the river bank. A wall of fire was burning in the air, blocking the caster from a monster. But the monster managed to pass through the burning walls. "Ar... Why my magic is not working? HELP!!!" The person shouted and started to run away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.roempire.com/database/images/monsters/elder_wilow00.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 74px; height: 80px;" src="http://www.roempire.com/database/images/monsters/elder_wilow00.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chaos, Max, should we help him?" Tidus ran towards the person without waiting the others' respond. He took out the mace Chaos gave him and charged at the monster that was chasing the person. He used his mace to hit the monster as hard as he could. But the monster managed to dodge his attack. Tidus was surprised and scared as the monster's eye turned red. It seemed very angry and stared at him. It growled and charged at Tidus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dodge it!!" Chaos shouted. It was too late. Tidus fall back after the monster punched his stomach. Tidus never felt that kind of pain before. His mace dropped onto the ground and he was sitting on the ground, gasping for air. He was injured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos immediately drew out his sword and charged at the monster, while Max quickly took out a red potion from his chart and ran towards Tidus. "Drink this, hurry!!" Tidus was still in shock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos attacked the monster with all his might and gave some damage to the monster but the angry monster managed to dodge some of his attacks and still wanted to fight even though it had took some damage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You there!! Attack the monster with some of your Ice Element Magic!!" Chaos shouted at the person. "O... Okk... ie..." He seemed not yet recover from shock as well.  &lt;br /&gt;"God of the Northern Land... Please lend me your power to your humble servant... Cold Bolt!!" &lt;br /&gt;(Summon bolts of ice from the sky to strike a target. Skill`s level affects the number of bolts summoned in one skill cast.)&lt;br /&gt;Several pillars of ice suddenly appeared from the sky striking the monster. The monster moaned in pain. It seemed to be very effective against it. Chaos quickly gave it the finishing blow by striking its face. It stopped moving and turned into dust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tidus!! Tidus!! Are you all right??" shouted Max. &lt;br /&gt;"..." Tidus seemed to have lost his conscious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to several websites-&lt;br /&gt;i) Ro empire&lt;br /&gt;ii) http://ratemyserver.net/index.php?page=skill_db&amp;amp;jid=17&lt;br /&gt;iii) RO official website&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-7102144404506459126?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/7102144404506459126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=7102144404506459126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7102144404506459126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7102144404506459126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2008/07/chapter-2-new-friends.html' title='Chapter 2: Monsters'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-7314583456128221402</id><published>2008-02-16T21:49:00.046+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:05:13.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1: The Journey Begins</title><content type='html'>Everyone sat down under some Sakura trees in Amatsu. The peddles of Sakura flowers were dancing in the air. The birds were chirping cheerfully on the trees. It was a very beautiful scenery. However, everyone was in despair. They hardly even talked. That could be their last time to be sitting down together. Who knows what might happen tomorrow, everyone might die in the battle tomorrow. But they had no choice but to face it. They had to protect the entire world from destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidus suddenly broke the silence, "Let's promise that we would live after tomorrow. Let's come here again after the battle!!" He stood up and shouted. He tried to smile. However, he failed, as deep down his heart, he knew that it might be impossible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 years ago, on a windy night, the sky was dark as the moon was hiding behind the cloud. A young women was running in the forest. She was holding two babies in her arms. However, there were a bunch of monsters chasing after her. She tried to escape. But she could hardly see in the forest. She fall down few times. And the babies were crying in shock. The mother still hold them tightly in her arms, trying to avoid them from being injured. She ran and ran, trying to escape from the monsters which were still chasing her. Out of the sudden, the women was again tripped by a tree root. However, one of her babies fall from her arms. The baby cried even louder. She tried to get up and find her baby but her legs were injured badly from the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the sudden, a wolf jumped out from nowhere. The baby was under its legs. The young women was stunned. She tried to save her baby. She stood up and ran towards the wolf despite her legs were injured. The wolf grabbed the baby with its teeth and ran into the bushes and disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO..... Don't take my baby!!!!" The women shouted. Her eyes suddenly burst with tears. She wanted to save her baby. However, she didn't know where the wolf was running at which direction. She could only hear the cry of her babies from a far away distance. She hugged her another babies even tighter, she was afraid to lose another of her baby. She only could prayed in her heart that the baby would be safe. She started to run again, as she was afraid the monsters might come back again.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;She saw some lights from a far distance. She ran towards the light, hoping that there was someone there to help her. It was a temple. She was relieved. She knocked the gate of the temple with her full strength. She suddenly felt that she did not have any strength left. She fainted in front of the gate. "Who's that??" A monk came to see who was knocking the gate. He saw a figure was lying in front of the gate. A baby was in her arm, crying loudly. He quickly opened the gate. "Madam... Madam... Are you alright?? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing there?? Quit standing there day dreaming!! Mop the floor now!!" Tidus was shocked. He was thinking in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/4810/imgphphq8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidus was a small acolyte, he lived in the church of Prontera since he was a baby. He had no idea who were his parents. The poster of the church told him that a kind man saved him in the forest and brought him to the church. Since that, he had been living in the church. He had to do all the laundry and other hard works. Everyone in the church bullied him by asking him to do all the hard works. But, Tidus, without any complaints, did all the work. He had no friends, except a swordman that he knew few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;It was Christmas, the snow was quite thick. Tidus was asked by his seniors to go and get some fire wood outsite the city to keep the church warm. He followed the orders without any complaints. He wore an extra old thorned jacket. The weather was extremely cold. Everything was covered in snow. There was no people on the street. Everyone was in their houses celebrating the Christmas. Tidus walked towards the east gate of Prontera. There was some guards guarding the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you little acolyte here, what are you doing here during this hour?" The guard asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I was asked to collect fire wood," Tidus answered, while shivering, he was scared by the guard as the guard was fully armored and he carried a sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guard let him go through the gate. "Be careful, there could be a snow storm later."&lt;br /&gt;Tidus quickly passed the gate without looking back. He went into the forest outsite the gate. He digged the snow to look for fire wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he felt that he digged something. To his surprise, it was a hand. He fall down and sat on the ground. He was shocked. After he had calm down, he digged even deeper. It was a person buried by the snow. The person was unconscious and looked pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heal!!" Tidus tried to heal the person with his skill. His ability was limited. There was not much effect. He then called for help, but there was no other people. He had no choice but to hold him back to the city. The snow started to fall. The snow became thicker and thicker. It was difficult to walk on snow. But Tidus didn't give up, he used all his strength to hold the person back to the city. He finally reached the gate. He called for help. The guard just now was surprised. He helped Tidus to hold the person inside. The guard told Tidus that he would take the person back to the swordman guild as the person was a swordman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidus went back to the church. He didn't tell anyone what had happened. However, he was scolded as he did not bring back any fire wood. Few days later, a swordman came to church. He was looking for the person who helped him. The bishop asked everyone to assemble at the main hall. Tidus was suprised to see the swordman. He was the one who he had saved few nights ago. But he did not dare enough to admit he was the one. The others would not believe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swordman walked towards Tidus.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you the one who saved me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm... umm... how could you recognize me??"&lt;br /&gt;"I remembered the one who saved me was wearing a ring like yours... and the guard told me that it was an acolyte who saved me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/3121/exorcisingringmu2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for saving me..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... " Tidus did not know how to respond. He kept looking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hall became noisy after knowing Tidus was the one who saved the swordman.&lt;br /&gt;"He is so weak... How did he save the swordman? This must be a joke..."&lt;br /&gt;"It must be Tidus telling lie..."&lt;br /&gt;"Probably the swordman recognized wrong person... "&lt;br /&gt;Everyone did not believe Tidus could save the swordman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Silence!!" shouted the bishop, "Back to your rooms at once," he ordered.&lt;br /&gt;All other acolytes went back to their rooms as ordered. Tidus turned around and headed to his room as well.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait... I haven't known your name yet... "&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... umm... my... my name is... Tidus..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, nice to meet you... I am Chaos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/9094/imgphplh0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that time onwards, they became good friends. Chaos always came to visit Tidus in the church. Sometimes, they would go to the hill or forest nearby to spend their free time. Chaos would also helped Tidus to do some works in the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you!! You have been spending two hours mopping the floor. Faster and finish it!!!" Tidus was again scolded. He kept quiet. Suddenly, his ring was glowing with red lights. He was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;"What is that?!?!?" Tidus tried to cover his ring with his hand. He quickly ran back to his room with surprise. He could not turn the light off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there was a voice from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;"My dear sons, you are my only hope... Go my sons... Go and claim back what you lost... Go..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mother?? Is that you??" Tidus touched his ring, hoping that he could trigger something that could make the red light appeared again. But he was not successful. He was also confused. The ring never glowed like that before. Was that his mother's voice? he thought in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone knocked on Tidus' door. "Tidus, are you in there?? " It was Chaos who came to look for Tidus. Tidus quickly wiped out his tears and pretended nothing had happened. He opened the door to let Chaos in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One of your senior told me you are in your room. Anything happened? He told me you was running as fast as a lightning into your room." Tidus kept silence. He was unsure if he should share what had happened just now to Chaos. Chaos might not believe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... by the way... Are you free tonight?" Chaos asked. "I have given a mission to go to Payon to settle something. This is a secret mission. But I need some help. So I think of you. Do you think you could accompany me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidus was yet surprised again. Chaos never asked him to go for mission together. Furthermore, he would surely not allowed to go despite all the works he needed to do in the church. Tidus explained to him that he could not help him as the bishop sure would not allow him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you still obedient to them when they treat you like a maid?? You should not keep staying here being used by them. You should get out of here and explore the world. I am sure that you have a dream that you wish to fulfill deep down in your heart right??" Chaos tired to affect Tidus so that Tidus would change his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream?? Tidus thought hard in his mind. Did he really ever have one?&lt;br /&gt;"Meet me at the south gate of Prontera at 8pm. Don't tell anyone and come alone." said Chaos without waiting Tidus for an answer. Tidus tried to reject but Chaos already ran out from the room. He was running like a wild horse. Tidus was puzzled. Should he help him? The others would not allow him for sure. But Chaos was his only friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I should help out Chaos..." Tidus was somehow affected by Chaos's words. The message he received from the ring also affected his decision. It might be a good opportunity to find the meaning of claiming back what he had lost. He went out from the church with a small bag pack when it was evening. He could not bring too much stuffs as he wanted to avoid being caught. He silently left the church without telling everyone. He took the back door and ran towards the South gate of Prontera. He did not use the main route. He chose to take the back streets. He could avoid walking into anyone from the church on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited behind a building near to the gate. His heart was bouncing fast as if his heart would burst out. He was very nervous and afraid. "What if I get caught... What if I turn back now... Should I follow Chaos?? Should I... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Tidus!! You really came. I was glad."&lt;br /&gt;"Aaaa... You scared me... Zzzzz... Don't scare me like this anymore... I am so nervous now... " It was Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry. I don't mean to scare you... It was you that not paying attention. Day-dreaming again? Haha... So, shall we?"&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... I not so sure... Should I left without telling the others? Or should I go back..." Tidus was puzzled. He kept on thinking what might be the consequences if he was caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you have already taken the 1st step. You have came to wait for me here. Isn't that deep down of your heart, you have decided to go with me?"&lt;br /&gt;"But..."&lt;br /&gt;"No turning back now... Haha... Let's start our journey!! Don't think so much!! Let's go!" Chaos pushed Tidus towards the gate. They passed through the gate easily. There was no guards guarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... I almost forget. Take this... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/6276/maceul8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"A mace? For me? Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"We need to protect ourselves. There are many monsters out there... "&lt;br /&gt;"Okay... " Tidus' face suddenly turned pale. He was very afraid of monster and never killed a monster, neither he hold a weapon before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys there.... can wait for me???" Suddenly a guy with pulling a cart was shouting at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/7864/imgphpel3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait for me..." Chaos nd Tidus stopped and turned back to look who was shouting at them.&lt;br /&gt;"Who's there.." Chaos drew out his sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/2936/swordrp3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Chaos... why you draw out your sword??" Tidus was rather surprised by Chaos' action.&lt;br /&gt;"We would never know who is him.. He could be looking for you.. Stay back..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you guys... You guys are going to Payon right??" The person approached Chaos and Tidus. Chaos swung his sword to the person's neck.&lt;br /&gt;"Please don't hurt me...I would not do any harm to you" the person was very panicking.&lt;br /&gt;"Now.. Tell me... Why you are shouting at us? Who order you to follow us? Tell me the truth now!!" Chaos spoke in a loud voice.&lt;br /&gt;"Chaos!! You really don't have to be so aggressive. He is just a merchant... "&lt;br /&gt;"Yea... Yea... I am a merchant...&lt;/span&gt; You don't have to draw out your sword... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had noticed you following me since just now!!" Chaos shouted. Tidus was surprised. Why the merchant was following his friend.&lt;br /&gt;"I overheard... heard that you planned to go to Payon when you was in the market... So... so I thought I could go with you... I am heading... heading to Alberta...." The merchant was shivering in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chaos, can you keep your sword...?? He did not intend to harm us or anything... And you don't have to be so agressive... " Tidus tried to calm Chaos down.&lt;br /&gt;"I appologize on behalf of him... Please forgive us... " Tidus appologized to the merchant. Chaos drew back his sword and turned away.&lt;br /&gt;"We are going to Payon, and we love to have you with us... " Tidus tried to calm the merchant down.&lt;br /&gt;"I did not say that... " mumbled Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't mind about him... He was not his usual self... His name is Chaos, and I am Tidus.. Yours?"&lt;br /&gt;"Maxwell Dalton... You can call me Max..."&lt;br /&gt;"Max? Okay... so why do you need to go Alberta?"&lt;br /&gt;"To do some business and I have to sit for a test..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh i see... "&lt;br /&gt;"Enough talking... We have a long way... If you want to follow us then do what you want... Just keep us from trouble... "&lt;br /&gt;"Chaos... don't be so cold hearted... Let's me help you to push your cart... Your cart looks heavy..." Tidus tried to push th&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e cart from the back.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God... It was so heavy... I could not even push it by an inch..." o(&gt;.&lt;)o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"It's okay... I can push it myself..."&lt;br /&gt;"Wow... impressive... "&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Tidus... since when you are so talkative... you are always shy to talk to strangers..." Chaos walked in front of them and was like teasing Tidus.&lt;br /&gt;"...." Tidus became speechless. He thought deeply. Thinking why he was so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked for almost 3 hours. The moon was hiding behind the clouds. That made them hard to walk in the forest. They decided to camp for one night. It might be dangerous walking in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;"Tidus... you were quiet on the way... Are you okay?" Max asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... I was... I... just felt exhausted... This is my 1st time leaving Prontera..."&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... you are not joking right? 1st time leaving Prontera?"&lt;br /&gt;Tidus felt shy. He was speaking the truth. "I ran.. ran away from the... "&lt;br /&gt;"You two better have a rest... I would watch over the night... We still have a long away ahead.." Chaos disrupted the conversation. They went to sleep in their sleeping bags, while Chaos alone guarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was long to Chaos. He felt sleepy but he had to keep himself up.&lt;br /&gt;"It's your turn to rest... I would take the turn now..." Max woke up from his sleep and said.&lt;br /&gt;"No.. I am okay... "&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have to act cool... Haha... "&lt;br /&gt;"I am not!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Shhh... Tidus was still sleeping... Let's him rest more. He looked tired after the walk..."&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;"Let's chat a while since I could not sleep back anymore... "&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;"Acting cool again??"&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;"So why you guys heading to Payon?"&lt;br /&gt;"None of your business..."&lt;br /&gt;"Gosh... you are always hush on me... Or you fall in love with me but you are shy to say?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why you... I am not gay!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... I am just joking... So stop acting cool and serious, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"..." Chaos was speechless. Max gave him a big smile. Chaos turned away.&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... you see... Tidus was snoring... He looks cute... "&lt;br /&gt;"... I supposed you are gay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nah... I was just being myself. I had a girl friend waiting for me in Alberta... "&lt;br /&gt;"They seem to get well... " Tidus thought in his mind and giggled.&lt;br /&gt;"Wonder what is Tidus dreaming... He just giggled... Haha... Cute little guy... "&lt;br /&gt;"You really have a girl friend??"&lt;br /&gt;"Why you ask so?"&lt;br /&gt;"... A guy would not describe another guy CUTE!! "&lt;br /&gt;"Is it? Well... you look cute also when you are angry... "&lt;br /&gt;"..." Chaos felt that he really could not understand this guy. Even though he looks like already 18 years old.&lt;br /&gt;"By the way, what's your age?"&lt;br /&gt;"18.. Why do you ask? Don't tell me you really bump into me... Heheh" Max giggled.&lt;br /&gt;".... I am so not going to talk to you again... "&lt;br /&gt;"Lalalala~ Lalala~~ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-7314583456128221402?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/7314583456128221402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=7314583456128221402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7314583456128221402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7314583456128221402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2008/02/tales-of-destiny-part-11.html' title='Chapter 1: The Journey Begins'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-3977403780547778524</id><published>2008-02-10T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T15:30:33.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year~~~!!</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is the most boring but yet happiest festival for me... Why? This is because I didn't like much staying in my grandfather's house as what we would do would be waiting, eating, gambling (I didn't gamble), Dotaing, drinking beer and watching real-life shows by my relatives (long long story... if u know me well enough then you will know about this... zzzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is a very enjoyable holidays, to watch so many interesting tv programs and enjoy mom's cookings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for this year, what would be my rating? 9/10... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Went back on 5th of Feb with MSL bus back to Melaka. Quite a long trip as several unwatnted incidents happened, including a senior forgot about his student pass and one of the luggage was missing... @@.... Reach Melaka at about 10.30 pm, however, the bus driver dropped us at the resting place and not the toll.. &gt;&lt;".... Really have to give some feedback about this... Kai Lin, if you see this, could you please change the place to drop us to the toll? Anyway, luckily Ker Xing's mom came to fetch me. She was waiting at the toll to fetch us. But she had to drive back to Tampin using the highway... Rm3.10 for the toll fee, expensive? but yet fast... 15 mins... @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Back home finally. As usual, our house was decorated with many things. Felt home was the warmest place in my life. After tidying my luggage, I went to the kitchen, and I was very shocked to see so many food... ^^.... Chocolates, cookies, soft drinks, beers and many other food. The fridge was packed with chocolates, candies, ice-creams, cakes and fruits... Woah... Can throw out a big party already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The next day, went to have a hair cut in the barber shop for the Chinese New Year. I must say, that was the 1st time that I felt satisfied. Lol... Then went back home and brought mom to bring some food to our beloved grandparents who had passed away... Then we prayed for their blessings... Went back and waited for lunch... Oh my god... So many delicious food... I must say my mom's cookings are the best!! Everything was prepared with the best ingredients (organic food, free from pesticide, free from any chemical, less sugar, salt, oil, natural food) to ensure that we could eat healthily. ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Went back for Chinese New Year eve dinner. Well, same like last year, or last last year or even last last last year or.... Aaaa... Whatever, we had the same dinner for the last few years... @@... Steamboat... &gt;&lt;".... And the food was not so delicious... We went back home after the dinner... Then we ate again in our own house... Much more delicious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Chinese New Year finally was here!!! But this year, we were late to our grandparents' house. Because mom was preparing some food to bring over because, as usual, there would be no much delicious food prepared there... @@.... Anyway... We went there after "furnished" ourselves... Haha... Received red packets from relatives... And then, what should I do? I just could watch my cousins playing "ma-jiong" there... &gt;&lt;"... Played a while with them but I lost badly... Haha... Anyway, we were not gambling... Dinner on that day also not nice, except one of mom's best cookings- Curry pork!!! Many relatives loved it and kept praising my mom. Let's see who's cookings left so many on the table... Lol... My eldest aunt's.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The next day, thought to be a boring day as well, because my friends didn't want to go visiting friends and teachers to "bai nian"... Anyway, some friends from Kota came to my house... It was quite surprising to see them suddenly came... Haha... I was not expecting them... Anyway, very long didn't meet them... We had a long chat... And we get to know some friends already had girl friends... ^^"... Then we went to visit a teacher's house only as other teachers went to other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Reunion in Wan Zhen's house... Quite a lot of friends turned out... Some old friends already went missing after form 6... Haha... We had a long talk and laughed quite a lot... We even had "satay celup" from Melaka, thanks to Wan Zhen... Looking forward to have another reunion like this... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) During the party, something happened that made me even unforgettable... ^^... this would be a small secret 1st... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Had a long chat with my sai lou after he watched movie with his gf... lol... My mom heard me talking and asked me... She thought I was sleep talking... Haha... We talked for about an hour... Hehe... Sai lou so geng a~~  /gg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, overall it was a happy Chinese New Year and also unforgettable... so I gave it a 9/10... Happy Chinese New Year all~~!!! Gong Xi Fa Cai!!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-3977403780547778524?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/3977403780547778524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=3977403780547778524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/3977403780547778524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/3977403780547778524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year~~~!!'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-2433104492401872384</id><published>2008-02-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:06:40.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice day vs Strange Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A nice day in NUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wednesday 30th Feb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Today would be my 1st lab since I came to NUS. Quite nervous. Hope that I would not do any mistakes that could burn down or explode the whole buildings... Wahahaha ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Went to co-op to buy a new lab coat as I just noticed that my sister-passed-to-me lab coat was short sleeves. Luckily a nice lady working in the Co-op helped me to get a brand new lab coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Went to the laboratory. No one that I knew in my group. Luckily my lab partner was a Singaporean, at least I could speak in both English and Mandarin to him.  He looks friendly. We had a great time carried out our experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The lab finally over. Went back to PGP. Went to buy my dinner. But the aunty at the store which I usually went to buy food was not in her store. But her husband was there. I just brought $ 2 with me. He usually would charge me the original price, whereas the aunty would charge me at a discounted price. But all the sudden, he asked me usually her wife charged me how much. I said $2 and he was okay with it. He told me that he just followed the price on the menu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but many complaint to him that he charged more. Lol... lucky~ If not I would have to walk back to my room to take extra $0.30... ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange Day Going outiste&lt;br /&gt;1) Went out to Bugis to buy bus ticket for my sister who would come to visit me after CNY. Went to the Clementi Mrt Station to take MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) While on the way, I didn't notice somehow my zip was unzipped.... &gt;&lt;".... A guy came near me that I forgot to zip the zip and went down the mrt. Oh my god... My face turned almost all red... &gt;&lt;"... Think I should do a triple check after going to the toilet next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Went to Bugis finally. Went down the Mrt quickly. A elderly man asked me where's the bus station to take bus to Johor. I was heading to there as well, so I asked him to follow me. He asked me why I was going the same way. I guess he was thinking I would take the same bus with him. I just told him that I came to buy ticket to back Melaka. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) After buying the ticket, a man in the middle age came near to me. He asked me if I got two 10 cents with me. He needed to have some coins to use the public phone. I changed with him, but he gave me RM0.50... &gt;&lt;".... So I rugi or untung? lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Went to the nearest shopping complex to look for something. Went in a shop selling many branded wallet. The salesperson was starring at me from time to time. Made me feel uncomfortable. Maybe he thought I would steal something... Haha... But could not blame him, this was his job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Went back with MRT. Just now stood from Clementi mrt to Bugis Mrt. Luckily now I got a seat. Took a small nap in the mrt. Woke up in surprise when heard the word Clementi from the announcements. Quickly stood up. An elderly guy thanked me for giving my seat to him. Huh?? Lol... I didn't notice he was there. I said no need to thank me. I would go down at the next station. He just smiled at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol... 2 different ways... which do u like? a nice day or a strange day? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-2433104492401872384?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/2433104492401872384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=2433104492401872384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2433104492401872384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2433104492401872384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2008/02/nice-day-vs-strange-day.html' title='Nice day vs Strange Day'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-8791798694148551935</id><published>2008-01-28T19:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T19:01:30.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after 2 weeks in NUS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Not sure why, didn't have much inspiration to write blog these few days after coming back to NUS... hmm... anyway... below just some of my little thoughts throughout these 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Should I spent so much? Mom told me not to worry about money, however I had spent carefully every single cent... Or I was too stingy? Not sure... But I do know that money is hard earned by my parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Wonder how are my parents doing after I have gone back to NUS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The hot sun is quite annoying sometimes... It is very hot especially in the afternoon... But suddenly it could be raining cats and dogs... This kind of weather could make people sick easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Wonder if it is odd to wear a silver ring in NUS. I wore it to class today but it seemed like some ppl were scared of me... Or did I wear at the wrong finger? Or did I look like a gangster wearing the rings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The 1st lecture for this semester- GEM2900... Met a lot of friends and seniors... But I guess that the lecture hall was too large that they didn't saw me waving hands at them... oh well... ^^" The lecturer told a lot of side stories, quite interesting sometimes, but sometimes the stories were repeated over and over again for several times... BORING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The shower rooms were filled with a lot of small bugs!! It's quite annoying to see the bugs crawling around at the ceiling while taking a bath. Had asked the MA officer to check on this matter, they did some spraying but not so effectively kill the bugs. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Am I become thinner? I wonder... Not sure why... I had no appetite sometimes so I would skip lunch... My ring finger is too large for the silver rings, last time it was still fit almost all my fingers, now only fit the middle and index fingers... Later going back home and I would weight myself... Haha... Hopefully would decrease till 60kg back... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Looking forward to go back during CNY, luckily the lab on wednesday is being canceled. Time to gain some extra money and to visit teachers, as well as friends. And also a good time to restore back those weight that I lost.. lol... Cookies, soft drinks, ice creams, etc.. n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Hope that I can watch Jay Chou's new movie this coming CNY. I have to go back in the 4th day already... &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... Have to go out to attend classes already. Everyone do take care ya, some of my friends already sick, hope they recover soon. And Happy Chinese New Year!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-8791798694148551935?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/8791798694148551935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=8791798694148551935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/8791798694148551935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/8791798694148551935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-2-weeks-in-nus_28.html' title='after 2 weeks in NUS...'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-8972193560812064794</id><published>2008-01-26T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:00:53.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Chou Newest Movie!!!</title><content type='html'>Jay latest movie will be out during CNY!!! The theme song for the movie already out!! And the MV has a preview of the movie... Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;周大俠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作曲：周杰倫&lt;br /&gt;填詞：方文山&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一腳踢飛一串串紅紅的葫蘆冰糖　&lt;br /&gt;我一拳打飛一幕幕的回憶散在月光&lt;br /&gt;一截老老的老薑　一段舊舊的舊時光　&lt;br /&gt;我可以給你們一張簽名照拿去想像&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我說啊　屏風就該遮冰霜　屋簷就該擋月光　&lt;br /&gt;江湖就該開扇窗　平劇就該耍花槍&lt;br /&gt;紮下馬步我不搖晃　悶了慌了倦了我就穿上功夫裝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不賣豆腐(豆腐)　豆腐(豆腐)&lt;br /&gt;我在武功學校裡學的那叫功夫　功夫(功夫)　功夫(功夫)&lt;br /&gt;趕緊穿上旗袍　免得你說我吃你豆腐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你就像豆腐(豆腐)　豆腐(豆腐)&lt;br /&gt;吹彈可破的肌膚在試練我功夫　功夫(功夫)　功夫(功夫)&lt;br /&gt;趕緊穿上旗袍　免得你說我吃你豆腐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我稍微伸展拳腳　你就滾到邊疆　&lt;br /&gt;迴旋踢太用力　畫面就變的很荒涼&lt;br /&gt;落花配對配夕陽　翻山越嶺渡過江　&lt;br /&gt;我清一清嗓　清一清嗓　唱起秦腔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;飛天飛敦煌　北方北大荒　&lt;br /&gt;誰在水一方我撐起一把紙傘回頭望&lt;br /&gt;啊這什麼地方　這什麼狀況　&lt;br /&gt;啦啦啦啦　悶了慌了倦了我就踩在你肩膀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不賣豆腐(豆腐)　豆腐(豆腐)&lt;br /&gt;我在武功學校裡學的那叫功夫　功夫(功夫)　功夫(功夫)&lt;br /&gt;趕緊穿上旗袍　免得你說我吃你豆腐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你就像豆腐(豆腐)　豆腐(豆腐)&lt;br /&gt;吹彈可破的肌膚在試練我功夫　功夫(功夫)　功夫(功夫)&lt;br /&gt;趕緊穿上旗袍　免得你說我吃你豆腐&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-8972193560812064794?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/8972193560812064794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=8972193560812064794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/8972193560812064794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/8972193560812064794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2008/01/jay-chou-newest-movie.html' title='Jay Chou Newest Movie!!!'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-6682208234248854219</id><published>2008-01-20T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:18:14.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not stupid 2</title><content type='html'>For anyone who haven't watched this movie before, I would strongly suggest you to watch this, it would be nicer if your parents' watch this movie with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is about the dilemma faced by teenagers in home, in life and in school. Pressure from studies, parents and society sometimes might make one to become  more ignorant or stubborn or even feel the loneliness till he could not bare the pressure and do something wrong to express himself or just try to take attentions from parents. Even worse is when the parents didn't care about their child feelings and assume that giving their child all the things their child desire is the way to show how they love their child. Parents are busy working to earn money and spend lesser time with their child. However, understanding between 2 parties should be encouraged, as we as children should also understand our parents' position, as well as parents should care about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie and you don't feel enough, then you could watch the drama series in Channel 8 (in Singapore) from 1.30 pm to 2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, do enjoy the theme song from the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;小孩不笨2 主題曲 - 一生絕望 + lyrics&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;一生絕望&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曲/楊波 詞/梁智強&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse&lt;br /&gt;我們肆無忌憚 我們成群結黨&lt;br /&gt;我們目無尊長 對什麼事都不滿&lt;br /&gt;看著我們的成長 只會製造麻煩&lt;br /&gt;我們就是一無是處你又能怎樣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們don’t give a damn那看不起的眼光&lt;br /&gt;我們什麼都不是 我們什麼都不管&lt;br /&gt;我們之間為什麼會漸漸地沒有語言&lt;br /&gt;我們之間有道牆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;學校老師束手無策父母臭駡我們不會想&lt;br /&gt;這個社會的標準已經超出了我們這年紀的有限想像&lt;br /&gt;只認定會讀書就一定是好孩子的榜樣&lt;br /&gt;別以為看不起我們 就告訴自己比人家強&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有多少人關心我們為何會走錯迷失方向&lt;br /&gt;又有誰會 替我們想想蘋果為何變爛&lt;br /&gt;其實我們也曾努力要爭取所有人的稱讚&lt;br /&gt;捫心自問你們究竟給了我們多少希望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;副歌&lt;br /&gt;淚水已經流幹，前途也很渺茫&lt;br /&gt;迷失的靈魂，我們應該怎麼辦&lt;br /&gt;懲罰我們就是堂皇的協助成長&lt;br /&gt;然後讓我們一生絕望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人幸運天生沒有戰場&lt;br /&gt;我們一出世就是自己孤軍作戰&lt;br /&gt;站在十字路口的風雨中呐喊&lt;br /&gt;不要讓我們一生絕望&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-6682208234248854219?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/6682208234248854219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=6682208234248854219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/6682208234248854219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/6682208234248854219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-not-stupid-2.html' title='I am not stupid 2'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-2273093760120490029</id><published>2008-01-12T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T22:04:54.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month holidays...</title><content type='html'>I was one of the last ppl who went back home, as well as one of the last ppl who would go back to NUS tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one whole month was quite meaningful... The bondings between our family members had fostered even more when we had some great time together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for shopping and  preparing CNY biscuits together... My sai lou came from Kuantan to accompany me. Well, since I don't have any younger siblings so I bullied him a while and we kept on punching and chasing each other like small kids. Lol... My sai lou just had a gf... lol... And she kinda jealous.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family members bought me some cool stuffs and also I bought something for myself.&lt;br /&gt;1) 2 silver rings bought by my sai lou&lt;br /&gt;2) some clothes for CNY&lt;br /&gt;3) a brand-new watch from my eldest sister&lt;br /&gt;4) a brand-new wallet from my sister&lt;br /&gt;5) a swimming trunk&lt;br /&gt;6) 2 pairs of slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the stuffs... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-2273093760120490029?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/2273093760120490029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=2273093760120490029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2273093760120490029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2273093760120490029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-month-holidays.html' title='1 month holidays...'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-1158686995195610683</id><published>2008-01-11T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:20:56.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>Haha... My blog has a new layout.. nice? I just know how to edit a bit.... &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plz give some comments... heh... thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-1158686995195610683?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/1158686995195610683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=1158686995195610683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1158686995195610683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1158686995195610683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2008/01/page-under-construction.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-9058085172475873281</id><published>2008-01-10T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:02:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me....</title><content type='html'>Time went so fast... But what I have learned for all these 21 years? Nothing much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing the dream... or rather forcing myself to a road that I never ever thought of...&lt;br /&gt;Becoming the best... or rather just me trying to comfort myself...&lt;br /&gt;Know more friends... or rather in search for true friends...&lt;br /&gt;Studying for the brighter future... or rather to face the reality of the world...&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy life... or rather just play, sleep and eat are the pleasure of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is life... haha... and I am talking silly things again... today is my birthday... don't want to think anything... hope all my wishes could become true... thanks to those who remember my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the song by Jay and Landy... ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song Title: 祝我生日快乐&lt;br /&gt;Zhu Wo Sheng Ri Kuai Le&lt;br /&gt;Wish Me A Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: 温岚&lt;br /&gt;Wen Lan&lt;br /&gt;Landy Wen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道伤心不能改变什么&lt;br /&gt;Wo zhi dao shang xin bu neng gai bian shen me&lt;br /&gt;I know that sadness will not be able to change anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那么让我诚实一点&lt;br /&gt;Na me rang wo cheng shi yi dian&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case, then let me be honest a little bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;诚实难免有不能控制的宣泄&lt;br /&gt;Cheng shi nan mian you bu neng kong zhi de xuan xie&lt;br /&gt;To be honest that's it's difficult to avoid an unruly betrayal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有关上了门不必理谁&lt;br /&gt;Zhi you guan shang le men bu bi li shei&lt;br /&gt;I can only close the door and ignore the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个人坐在空的包厢里面&lt;br /&gt;Yi ge ren zuo zai kong de bao xiang li mian&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone inside this empty space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;手机让它休息一夜&lt;br /&gt;Shou ji rang ta xiu xi yi ye&lt;br /&gt;Let the cellphone rest for a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难,想切割切掉回忆的画面&lt;br /&gt;Nan, xiang qie ge qie diao hui yi de hua mian&lt;br /&gt;[So] Difficult, [I feel like] cutting off all the frames of memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼泪不能流过十二点&lt;br /&gt;Yan lei bu neng liu guo shi er dian&lt;br /&gt;These tears can no longer shed past Midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生日快乐 我对自己说&lt;br /&gt;Sheng ri kuai le wo dui zi ji shuo&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, I said to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蜡烛点了&lt;br /&gt;La zhu dian le&lt;br /&gt;[As] The candles are blown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;寂寞亮了&lt;br /&gt;Ji mo liang le&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness lit up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生日快乐&lt;br /&gt;Sheng ri kuai le&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泪也融了&lt;br /&gt;Lei ye rong le&lt;br /&gt;Tears are melted away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要谢谢你给的你拿走的一切&lt;br /&gt;Wo yao xia xia ni gei de ni na zou de yi qie&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank for all that you gave and took away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还爱你带一点恨&lt;br /&gt;Hai ai ni dai yi dian hen&lt;br /&gt;Having to love you still, carries a little scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还要时间&lt;br /&gt;Hai yao shi jian&lt;br /&gt;Only time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才能平衡&lt;br /&gt;Cai neng ping heng&lt;br /&gt;Can heal the wound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;热恋伤痕&lt;br /&gt;Re lian shang hen&lt;br /&gt;Passionate love leaves painful traces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;画面重生&lt;br /&gt;Hua mian chong sheng&lt;br /&gt;As the picture replays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝我生日快乐&lt;br /&gt;Zhu wo sheng ri kuai le&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-9058085172475873281?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/9058085172475873281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=9058085172475873281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/9058085172475873281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/9058085172475873281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me....'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-487836691961777363</id><published>2008-01-06T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:02:18.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You will never know what would happen next...</title><content type='html'>Life could be unpredictable. You will never know what may happen tomorrow and also everything might not always end happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Last Saturday, we had a party in my house to celebrate my siblings and my birthdays. However, I felt very sad after knowing one of my best friend's mom passed away 1 year ago. His mom was very nice to me when I went to his house. My mom knew his mom also. Quite sad to hear that. He never told me that. I didn't know how to respond that night. I didn't ask him anything about the death after the party. Didn't want to bring up any sad things from him. Hope she would rest in peace. And if you see this, do tell me anything k? I am your friend... I am always prepared to lend you an ear and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The party also didn't end well when a dog was knocked down by a car out site our house. The dog belongs to my neighbor. The dog somehow sneaked into our house several times. It was trying to play with us. It was quite cute actually but still I was not brave enough to hug him or touch him. Anyway, thanks to Ee Ling who came for the "rescue". She took it out of the gate and fed it with some food. Well... it seemed to enjoy the food. It disappeared into the dark carrying its "supper" in its mouth. All the sudden, we heard its cry. We quickly tried to find out what had happened. It was knocked down by a car and was lying on the road. We felt helplessly as it died on spot. Everyone felt very sad, especially Ee Ling, as she was playing with the dog. (She loves dogs.) Hope it could rest in peace. And could find a better master if it would reborn again as a dog as its irresponsible master was blaming us for feeding it food that caused the death to his dog. So ridiculous....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Today, I went to Melaka with my family. It was an enjoyable trip and we bought quite a lot of things, to prepare for the coming CNY. When I came back, suddenly Kee Seng told me one of our friends' mother passed away. Oh my god... I thought he was joking so I started to call some of my friends to confirm this shocking news. It was true. My friend was not joking. Suddenly I felt very sad. I went to the funeral with my mom. Our friend, P (Don't ask me who is him, I would only say after he himself would like to share this.) looked calm. He told us how his mom passed away and I could see tears filling his eyes. Kee Seng who came to the funeral as well, stopped him from saying further. We hoped that he could get through all this strongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   His mom was very nice to me. She helped me a lot before. Everything was prepared nicely by her. Thanks to her I could speak in English better. She was also one of my blog's frequent reader. Quite embarrassing to let an adult to know what you have blogged. But still she liked my story despite all the errors I made (according to P). It was quite a shocking news when knew she passed away all the sudden. I didn't have the chance to thank her personally for helping me and also to see her again. I didn't brave enough to see her body. I would cry like a crybaby if I did that. But still, sometimes I knew my eyes was filled with tears just that I didn't let them to fall especially in front of many people who came for the funeral as well. Mom went around sending condolence to P's family. His family members looked calm. Hope they could get through all these. I didn't know what to say to P. Just told him to find me if anything happened. We had been friends and classmates for years. May his mom rest in peace, as well as his whole family could get through all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You will never know what would happen to your family, friends, relatives or even yourselves. So I hope everyone could share time with their beloved family, good friends as much as possible. Anything could happen suddenly. Hope that there would not be any sad news that happened to everyone that I know, I care and I love. Do take good care of yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-487836691961777363?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/487836691961777363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=487836691961777363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/487836691961777363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/487836691961777363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-will-never-know-what-would-happen.html' title='You will never know what would happen next...'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-4814625779224023868</id><published>2008-01-01T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:55:24.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-4814625779224023868?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/4814625779224023868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=4814625779224023868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4814625779224023868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4814625779224023868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year !!!!'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-2557792352074623648</id><published>2007-12-13T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:50:44.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>To all ex-classmates or schoolmates or friends from TBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are invited to come to my house on 29th Dec... We will have a party at my house... It will start at 6pm... Do come on time... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday+ my sis birthday+ my bro birthday + belated Christmas + "be-earlied" (lol... new words?) New Year celebration + reunion = all must come + don't miss all the fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-2557792352074623648?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/2557792352074623648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=2557792352074623648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2557792352074623648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2557792352074623648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/12/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-1916045137998628374</id><published>2007-12-10T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:41:15.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did for the past few days... (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay, correction: Midvalley is larger than vivo city... (Thanks Leo, but somehow i feel Vivo is bigger or maybe it is just me as the last time I went to Midvalley was few years ago.. @.@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch at the restaurant, we went to Mustafa, a shopping complex where many many things were available, it was like a Giant or Carrefour or Tesco. Many things were sold relatively cheaper here. We went around looking. E Ling and her boyfriend bought a small bag for sport and a handphone. The phone was just S$80 plus. There were some other models of handphones and they were sold cheaper than in Malaysia!! But still, I kept questioning if they were original or fake stuffs. I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to Singapore Plaza for some snacks. E Ling kept giving me a treat and I didn't know how to turn down her. The snacks were nice and delicious. But in my heart I felt that they were quite expensive. Thanks E Ling and Charles for the treat. We went back after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I could not sleep well because my parents would come tomorrow morning. I called them once more time. Really hope they would come as soon as possible. I planned to bring them to Orchard Road or Vivo City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day had come!! My parents called me that they were at the immigration checkpoints. I walked out to wait for my parents. They arrived finally!! Very happy that they were here. We had our breakfast in the air conditioned canteen after moving everything out from my room to the car. Leo was having his breakfast as well. He would be back later as well. I went and checked out my room at the office. My dad wished to go back early. So we went back immediately after a short "tour" around the campus in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Pasir Hitam to visit an organic farm. The farm was quite big though. Mom planned to buy some vegetables for the week. But unfortunately, there were 19 buses came to the farm yesterday so the vegetables were sold out. Gosh... 19 buses... imagine that... Anyway, we had our lunch there and it was delicious. We left after the lunch and reached home about 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time past so fast that one semester had ended. But I hope that the time would not pass so fast as I want to enjoy the 1 month holiday... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-1916045137998628374?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/1916045137998628374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=1916045137998628374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1916045137998628374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1916045137998628374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-i-did-for-past-few-days-part-2.html' title='What I did for the past few days... (Part 2)'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-5733221050126723990</id><published>2007-12-09T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T01:26:48.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did for the past few days...</title><content type='html'>On 4th of Dec, after the final paper and passing some notes to Gail, I went to Vivo City myself. This was my very 1st time to take bus there so I asked some friends on how to go there. But I gave up after fail to find the bus station to board the bus and finally I took the MRT. Oh gosh, it was like KL Midvalley, a very large shopping complex. I wonder if Vivo City even larger than Midvalley. I walked around. Felt great taking a walk in the shopping complex to de-stress after the exams over. However, I didn't like much about shopping. But somehow I like the crowd, looking  at what were they buying... I took the lift to highest level and went to the out door garden. Wow!! There was a big Christmas Tree. I took several photos. Many other people also took the picture, but with their family... How I hope my family were with me... We could take the photo together... Anyway, the scene was nice on top of the building, especially when you can see the sea from there, as well as you could feel the refreshing sea breeze. Then I noticed there was a small shallow swimming pool where some kids were playing in the water and some adults were walking bare foot in the pool. I took off my shoes and walked in the pool. It was nice after a tiring walk in the complex. I went back at 9pm when the shops started to close. I took a bus back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The next day, it was raining the whole morning. I thought it would stop raining soon. I didn't go out in the morning, so I stayed in the room watching youtube or discovery channel. After my lunch, it was still raining lightly. Still, i decided to go out. I came to Bugis, a place where I had been there several times to buy ticket and board the bus back Tampin. Since the rain still not yet stopped, I went to a nearby shopping center, hopping that the rain would stop soon. I walked around but I had no mood to shopping, even window shopping. I went to the toilet and met the most disgusting incidents that day. A guy that took off his trousers to "tidy" his underwear and purposely "exposed" his "small brother" in front of the mirror. What the ****, I was in front of the mirror tidying my hair due to the wind that blew strongly that made my hair untidy. Oh my God, I left in a hurry. ZZZZzzzz.... I know you and me are guys, but still... If you want to "tidy", do it at a much "suitable" place... ZZZ.... I went out from the shopping complex and went to the nearby temple to pray. It still rained, but I had no way to go. After praying, I went to Sim Lim Square, nothing to see and buy as well... I actually planned to go Orchard after that, but it was still raining... So I decided to go back and rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On Thursday, finally Xin Yee had finished her exam, we went to the Discovery Center in Boon Lay. We were hoping it would be like the Science Centre but somehow it was quite disappointing. Nothing much to see. The center was showing the identity of Singapore, the culture, the people and the lifestyle of Singaporean. It was not about science things. Lol... Anyway, we had a free movie for 45 minutes in the movie theater and a bus ride around the nearby SAFTI, the place where Singaporean trained to be soldiers. But it was raining as well, so it was not clear looking out from the bus and there was no soldiers training. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then, we went to Tiong Bahru to have our lunch with Ker Ying, who joined us after that as she had a meeting before this. Then we went to Orchard. Wow!! The roadsides were decorated creatively and beautifully with Christmas themes, Christmas trees and lights with plenty colors. We walked around the street. There were a lot of people. Guess everyone was busy buying stuffs to celebrate Christmas or just came over like us to enjoy the "feel". We saw a cute toy. It was an Elmo doll (from sesame street, that fluffy small red monster). But it would laugh till sat on the floor, lied on the floor and then jumped up standing on the floor back again. So cute... and so "tecno"... Haha... We went back around 8pm, after we were very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Near midnight, Kendrix called us down to chat at the amphitheater and Xin Yee brought along some biscuits. We chat for few hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On Friday, I didn't feel to go anyway, so stayed in my room till 3pm, when I had to go for a survey in Business School. It was quite an easy survey and I gained S$10.00 from it. Then I went back and waited for the MSL BBQ. Saw quite a lot of people who were missing after the MSL orientation. Then we went to West Coast Park to have the BBQ. The seniors busy setting up the fire and we juniors just waited like a hungry dog, doing nothing but only waiting. Not sure what should I do as the seniors were taking control the whole BBQ process. Guess our job was only to finish the food. The BBQ hotdog and fried meehun were nice. Thanks a lot to the people in charge, especially Syen, Leo, John, Ryan, Chubby and others  (I forgot their names, very sorry!!) . Went back early with some friends as felt very tired. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This morning, I actually planned to go to the Science Center in Jurong East. However, my sister's friend, E Ling (who is my Singapore local guardian.. haha) called me out to Little India. We took the MRT to our destination. E Ling's boy friend also came. His name is Charles. We went around Little India looking for the restaurant that E Ling wished to bring us to but we failed. So, we just randomly chose a restaurant to eat. The food was nice, just I very seldom to have Indian food, so feel very strange. But still had to thank them for taking me to there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued... sleepy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-5733221050126723990?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/5733221050126723990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=5733221050126723990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/5733221050126723990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/5733221050126723990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-i-did-for-past-few-days.html' title='What I did for the past few days...'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-5415048701565730569</id><published>2007-12-05T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T08:52:36.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk in the morning....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was yesterday, today is today... Cannot sleep well just now, so woke up early and took a bath, then decided to go for a walk. While wearing my shoes, Jin Qiang, who a senior and also my cluster mate, suggested me to walk at the road behind the KE Hall.   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Well, it was a good suggestion, I enjoyed it much. Finally I did what I promised to my father, that was to jog or just rather walk... The breeze was refreshing and the air was fresh. There were woods along the roadside. Just a few car past by so the area was very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There were some dragonflies flying around and also squirrels... Haha... I think I will walk again tomorrow, I enjoyed the scenery and the breeze... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-5415048701565730569?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/5415048701565730569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=5415048701565730569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/5415048701565730569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/5415048701565730569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/12/walk-in-morning.html' title='A walk in the morning....'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-1341705591305213812</id><published>2007-12-03T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T18:43:56.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset...</title><content type='html'>Aaaa... never know sunset is this beautiful~~ I am enjoying the breeze while blogging now.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This is my second time to open the window, I dislike opening the window as the nearby buildings keep making loud noise and it is rather disturbing. But today, I opened the window widely, as there is a cool breeze blowing into the room and makes me feel refreshing... ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Few days ago, I would most properly still sleep on my bed as the weather was rather hot and I really don't have mood to study at all... But today is nice, cool breeze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Not sure why but today is a nice day... Woke up at 8.30, drank 2 cups of coffee, mixing 2 types of coffee together that made my sleepiness went away... I would stop drinking coffee for some time starting tomorrow as tomorrow would be my last paper and there will be no point drinking coffee anymore... YEAH!!!~~ Like Gail suggested to me, I should de-caffeine. Really, since few weeks before exams, what I drank only was coffee, till  I could drink even with an empty stomach... I know this is not good for health but this is the only way that could keep me awake... And I really feel the effect from coffee, or rather the caffeine... Headache sometimes, extremely tired after wake up and even "poo-poo" also black colored one... @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tomorrow paper.. I have confidence or not? Speaking the truth, No!! As due to the phobia to lose marks if answer wrongly the MCQs... Sigh... Rather stressful have to extremely becareful to choose the answer correctly in order not to lose marks.... &gt;&lt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tomorrow... my last paper... will I able to see the sunset again? will I sit by the window and feel the breeze? will I go out alone to de-stress? will I fail my exams badly? Will I go crazy? Who know... Just can go through everyday... with the help of God... *Pray....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-1341705591305213812?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/1341705591305213812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=1341705591305213812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1341705591305213812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1341705591305213812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunset.html' title='Sunset...'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-1523709692795569154</id><published>2007-12-03T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T00:30:11.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being tall is not all that good....</title><content type='html'>Well... this blog is not related to anything that I experienced these few days... Just suddenly thought of this topic when reading through the Marketing notes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Being tall is not all that good... many people may disagree with me but you only know when you are as tall as me... (no offense to anyone... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) you will never get to sit in the front raw... I remembered myself never able to sit in the front row during my school time ss I would block people from behind. I would also tend to bend down myself if I sit in front rows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) you will be hard to buy clothing and shoes. Generally people with high height would have to look for very big shoes due to our relatively "giant" feet. Next, it could be sometimes hard to get the trousers with the right cutting. For example, my trousers for schooling were tailor-made as those sold outsite didn't suit me. Moreover, the tailor-made trousers were much expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) many people will ask you whether you will play basketball or not. But when I gave them an answer no, quite a lot would get shocked by my answer. Is it strange for someone like me not to play basketball? It there any law saying that a tall person must play basketball. I really get annoying when have to answer this question over and over again with the same answer, NO! I don't play basketball. And there will be a shock expression followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv)  hard to find girl friend. Speaking the truth, would you have a boy friend who are like few feet taller than yourself? It would be very strange. (No offense here as well, just my point of view) My mom and sisters told me that they felt tired talking to me as they had to look up about 20 degrees to talk to me. Zzzz... Imagine a girl have to talk to me like this for the rest of our lives... @.@...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v) not comfortable when taking public transport, especially those with small seats.  You really have to squeeze yourself to fit into the seat and it quite be troublesome to stand up. zzz... right now, I always sit in the front seats when on a family outings, my mom has to sit in the back seat. Why? My legs are too long and it can no longer fit myself sitting in the back seat. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being tall is not all that good you know... @.@...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-1523709692795569154?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/1523709692795569154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=1523709692795569154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1523709692795569154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1523709692795569154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/12/being-tall-is-not-all-that-good.html' title='Being tall is not all that good....'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-194140716104215385</id><published>2007-11-28T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:26:00.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I.... ?</title><content type='html'>Coming to NUS, I keep telling myself to do well in exams, but I slacked a lot by watching discovery channel, yes... I admit it... so from here, a question is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Should I happy that I did my best in the exam, or should I angry or sad that I could not do even better? I asked Gail this, and she replied me that I had done my best, but I really feel even worse. Then I asked my eldest sister the same question, she replied me a trouble will become a great encouragement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh my god... my eyes suddenly filled with water... really cannot endure that I cried out a bit... well... I should have spent more time on studying more than watching discovery, but then this university life will be super dull and boring with everything just study, study and study..      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Am I just trying to find excuse to hinder the fact that I slack a lot? Maybe... who know? 3 more papers to go, however all 3 I don't have much confidence either, just hope I could pass and at least get some B. My target? A... But this is very far from me.... I really have to catch up A LOT... T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-194140716104215385?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/194140716104215385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=194140716104215385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/194140716104215385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/194140716104215385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/11/should-i.html' title='Should I.... ?'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-480892530045958199</id><published>2007-11-27T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:24:45.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>university students also BUSY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.tudou.com/v/ERYybxUisOw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tudou.com/v/ERYybxUisOw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-480892530045958199?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/480892530045958199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=480892530045958199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/480892530045958199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/480892530045958199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/11/university-students-also-busy.html' title='university students also BUSY!!'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-8970322568556846344</id><published>2007-11-24T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T20:03:06.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery Channel</title><content type='html'>Well, I sure like to watch discovery channel. Since young I liked to watch documentary due to my father who always switched to tv channel that was showing documentary. I even asked my father to install Astro so that I could watch the discovery channel. My parents didn't want to as they were afraid that I might get addicted. Oh well,  I can now watch through NUS network Tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I gain a lot of general knowledge from watching the discovery channel. One of the documentary that I like is Myth-buster. From the name, the show is about busting or proving the truth of myth that everyone believes. For example, bulls are not totally colour blind, they can see blue and red colour but not green. As well as they will not charge you if you are wearing in red but they will charge when you are moving. And yet another experiment tested was the idiom "bull in a China Shop" which refers someone as clumsy. Lol... Somehow the bull didn't knock down the cabinets filled with many easily broken things when they released the bull. So this idiom is wrong.. Lol... ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hmm... sigh... now is the time for revising. But I am spending hours watching discovery channel. &gt;.&lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-8970322568556846344?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/8970322568556846344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=8970322568556846344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/8970322568556846344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/8970322568556846344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/11/discovery-channel.html' title='Discovery Channel'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-7814898459177828036</id><published>2007-11-23T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T01:19:38.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a Time Wizard</title><content type='html'>I need a time wizard... and hopefully he can do either thing for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) to reverse the time... back to the time after STPM, when everyday I could watch tv programme the whole day, playing PS2 (uhh... I need to complete Final Fantasy XII), playing RO ( I miss my Sinx, whitesmith, high priest, sniper, stalker and my small merchant), eating (my mom cookings very nice u know) and reading? (nah- I didn't read a single page of anything during that time)... How I wish the time wizard could bring me to the time again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) to hasten the time... why? I cannot endure have to wait the exam to come... just let me to die faster... rather than suffering slowly... zzz... anytime anywhere what students doing now are just mugging, mugging and mugging... I hate this kind of living... zzz.... I want the holiday to come now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either thing will do... hope my wish come true ( I guess it never will)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-7814898459177828036?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/7814898459177828036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=7814898459177828036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7814898459177828036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7814898459177828036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-need-time-wizard.html' title='I need a Time Wizard'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-8023726276541399868</id><published>2007-11-15T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:54:06.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.="</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: red;"&gt;What is Marketing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3300cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(51, 0, 204);"&gt;You see a gorgeous girl at a party.&lt;br /&gt;You go up to her and say, 'I am very rich. Marry me!'&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;Direct Marketing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3300cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(51, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl.&lt;br /&gt;One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says,&lt;br /&gt;He's very rich. Marry him.'&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;Advertising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3300cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(51, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a gorgeous girl at a party.&lt;br /&gt;You go up to her and get her telephone number.&lt;br /&gt;The next day you call and say, 'Hi, I'm very rich. Marry me.'&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;Telemarketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3300cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(51, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl.&lt;br /&gt;You get up and straighten your tie; you walk up to her and pour her a drink.&lt;br /&gt;You open the door for her, pick up her bag after she drops it,offer her a ride,&lt;br /&gt;and then say, 'By the way, I'm very rich 'Will you marry me?'&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;Public Relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3300cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(51, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl.&lt;br /&gt;She walks up to you and says, 'You are very rich, I want to marry you.'&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;Brand Recognition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3300cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(51, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a gorgeous girl at a party.&lt;br /&gt;You go up to her and  say, 'I'm rich. Marry me'&lt;br /&gt;She gives you a nice hard slap on your face.&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;Customer Feedback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-8023726276541399868?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/8023726276541399868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=8023726276541399868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/8023726276541399868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/8023726276541399868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_15.html' title='=.=&quot;'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-7470446018786154739</id><published>2007-11-15T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T09:04:22.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>I told Gail that somehow not many people came to visit my blog, and she suggested me to use remind advertising to remind people about the existence of my blog... But I told her that it's ok that no people came to read, I will still continue to write... Then she told me actually that there are a lot of people who read my blog but didn't leave any message behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I didn't believe her until recently, when a friend of mine, his mother told my mother what I wrote in blog... swt... my target marketing is not my parents... lol... my target market is friends who wish to know more about myself... guess I have to redefine my target market...&lt;br /&gt;1) friends age 12~28&lt;br /&gt;2) parents age between 40~55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Or I should change my market strategy like my friend? Blogging in Space where only certain people is allowed to excess into the blog, but this will results in I have to "re-do" the P- Promotion and Positioning (the another P that I self added in =P)... To promote my blog vigorously in friendster, through emails or MSN messenger  and to reposition my blog title... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wonder why I keep on using these marketing concept? Just want to start practicing to use the marketing concepts that we had learnt... Hopefully it is not too late... &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I think I better stop finishing each sentence with ... seems to be very laggy and incomplete sentence. I would also try to make sure that I do not make any grammar mistake. Hopefully...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-7470446018786154739?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/7470446018786154739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=7470446018786154739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7470446018786154739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7470446018786154739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/11/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-104613886579227224</id><published>2007-11-12T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:54:17.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy?</title><content type='html'>Guess everyone will be busy... Myself? Very no mood to study... Not sure why... Just keep thinking of holidays... especially my sai lou will come to my place after his SPM finish...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, to all friends that I know that will take SPM or STPM or whatever exams, good luck, happy mugging... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-104613886579227224?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/104613886579227224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=104613886579227224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/104613886579227224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/104613886579227224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/11/busy.html' title='Busy?'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-7540630924815544754</id><published>2007-11-06T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:43:55.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>父母永遠只有一個</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: black; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;媳婦說：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: green; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;煮淡一點妳就嫌沒有味，現在煮鹹一點妳卻說咽不下，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: green; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;妳究竟想怎麼樣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;？」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;母親一見兒子回來，二話不說便把飯菜往咀裡送。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;她怒瞪他一眼。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;他試了一口，馬上吐出來，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;兒子說：「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: blue;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我不是說過了嗎，媽有病不能吃太鹹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;！」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: green;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: green; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;那好！媽是你的，以後由你來煮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;！」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;媳婦怒氣沖沖地回房。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;兒子無奈地輕嘆一聲，然後對母親說：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: blue;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;媽，別吃了，我去煮個麵給妳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;。」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: red;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;仔，你是不是有話想跟媽說，是就說好了，別憋在心裡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: blue;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;媽，公司下個月升我職，我會很忙，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;至於老婆，她說很想出來工作，所以&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="EN-US"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;母親馬上意識到兒子的意思：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: red;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;仔，不要送媽去老人院&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;。」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;聲音似乎在哀求。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;兒子沉默片刻，他是在尋找更好的理由。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="EN-US"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: blue;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;媽，其實老人院並沒有甚麼不好，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;妳知道老婆一但工作，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;一定沒有時間好好服侍妳。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;老人院有吃有住有人服侍照顧，不是比在家裡好得多嗎？」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「可是，阿財叔他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="EN-US"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: black;" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;洗了澡，草草吃了一碗速食麵，兒子便到書房去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;他茫然地佇立於窗前，有些猶豫不決。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;母親年輕便守寡，含辛茹苦將他撫養成人，供他出國讀書。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;但她從不用年輕時的犧牲當作要脅他孝順的籌碼，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;反而是妻子以婚姻要脅他！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;真的要讓母親住老人院嗎？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;仔問自己，他有些不忍。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: green; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;可以陪你下半世的人是你老婆，難道是你媽嗎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;？」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;阿財叔的兒子總是這樣提醒他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: purple;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;你媽都這麼老了，好命的話可以活多幾年，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;為何不趁這幾年好好孝順她呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;樹欲靜而風不息，子欲養而親不在啊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;！」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;親戚總是這樣勸他。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;兒子不敢再想下去，深怕自己真的會改變初衷。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;夕晚，太陽收斂起灼熱的金光，躲在山後憩息。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;一間建在郊外山崗的一座貴族老人院。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;是的，錢用得越多，兒子才心安理得。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;當兒子領著母親步入大廳時，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;嶄新的電視機，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="EN-US"&gt;42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;吋的螢幕正播放著一部喜劇，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;但觀眾一點笑聲也沒有。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: black;" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;幾個衣著一樣，髮型一樣的老嫗歪歪斜斜地坐在梳化上，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;神情呆滯而有一個老人在自言自語，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;有個正緩緩彎下腰，想去撿掉在地上的一塊餅乾吃。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: black;" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;兒子知道母親喜歡光亮，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;所以為她選了一間陽光充足的房間。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;從窗口望出去，樹蔭下，一片芳草如茵。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;幾名護士推著坐在輪椅的老者在夕陽下散步，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;四周悄然寂靜得令人心酸。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;縱是夕陽無限好，畢竟已到了黃昏，他心中低低嘆息。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="EN-US"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: blue;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;媽，我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue;" lang="EN-US"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我要走了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;！」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;母親只能點頭。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;他走時，母親頻頻揮手，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;她張著沒有牙的嘴，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;蒼白乾燥的咀唇在囁嚅著，一副欲語還休的樣子。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;兒子這才注意到母親銀灰色的頭髮，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;深陷的眼窩以及打著細紋臉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;母親，真的老了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;他霍然記起一則兒時舊事。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;那年他才&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;歲，母親有事回鄉，不便攜他同行，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;於是把他寄住在阿財叔家幾天。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;母親臨走時，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;他驚恐地抱著母親的腿傷心大聲號哭道：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;媽媽不要丟下我！媽媽不要走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;！」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: green;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;最後母親沒有丟下他。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;他連忙離開房間，順手把門關上，不敢回頭，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;深恐那記憶像鬼魅似地追纏而來。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;他回到家，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;妻子與岳母正瘋狂的把母親房裡的一切扔個不亦樂乎。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;身高&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="EN-US"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;呎的獎杯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);"&gt;──&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;那是他小學作文比賽「我的母親」第&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="EN-US"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;名的勝利品！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;華英字典&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);"&gt;──&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;那是母親整個月省吃省用所買給他的第一份生日禮物！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;還有母親臨睡前要擦的風濕油，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;沒有為她擦，帶去老人院又有甚麼意義呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;夠了，別再扔了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;！」兒子怒吼道。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;﹝這麼多垃圾，不把它扔掉，怎麼放得下我的東西﹞。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;岳母沒好氣地說。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: green; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;就是嘛！你趕快把你媽那張爛床給抬出去，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: green; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我明天要為我媽添張新的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;！」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;一堆童年的照片展現在兒子眼前，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;那是母親帶他到動物園和遊樂園拍的照片。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: blue;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;它們是我媽的財產，一樣也不能丟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;！」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="EN-US"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: green;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: green; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;你這算甚態度？對我媽這麼大聲，我要你向我媽道歉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;！」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="EN-US"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: blue;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我娶妳就要愛妳的母親，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;為甚麼妳嫁給我就不能愛我的母親？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;雨後的黑夜分外冷寂，街道蕭瑟，行人車輛格外稀少。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;一輛寶馬在路上飛馳，頻頻闖紅燈，陷黃格，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;呼一聲又飛馳而過。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;那輛轎車一路奔往山崗上的那間老人院，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;停車直奔上樓，推開母親臥房的門。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;他幽靈似地站著，母親正撫摸著風濕痛的雙腿低泣。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;她見到兒子手中正拿著那瓶風濕油，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;顯然感到安慰的說：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: red;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;媽忘了帶，幸好你拿來&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: navy; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;他走到母親身邊，跪了下來。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: black;" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black;" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;很晚了，媽自己擦可以了，你明天還要上班，回去吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;！」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: black;" lang="EN-US"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;他囁嚅片刻，終於忍不住啜泣道&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: blue;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;「媽，對不起，請原諒我！我們回家去吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: blue; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;！」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;"&gt;∼∼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;後語&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;"&gt;∼∼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: black;" lang="EN-US"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;隨著自己愈長大，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;看著父母親臉龐從年輕變憔悴，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;頭髮從烏絲變白髮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="EN-US"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;動作從迅捷變緩慢，多心疼！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: black;" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;父母親總是將最好、最寶貴的留給我們，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;像蠟燭不停的燃燒自己，照亮孩子！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;而我呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;有沒有騰出一個空間給我的父母，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;或者只是在當我需要停泊岸時，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;才會想起他們&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);"&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;其實父母親要的真的不多，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;只是一句隨意的問候：爸、媽，你們今天好嗎？」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;隨意買的宵夜，煮一頓再普通不過的晚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);"&gt;?#92;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;睡前幫他們&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);"&gt;?#92;?#92;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;被子，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;天冷幫他們添衣服、戴手套&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);"&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;都能讓他們高興溫馨很久。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: black;" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;有時，我常在想：我希望我的子女以後如何對我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;那現在，我有沒有如此對待我的父母？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我相信，人是環環相扣的；&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;現在，你如何對待你的父母；&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;以後，你的子女就如何待你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;朋友，人世間最難報的就是父母恩，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;願我們都能：以反哺之心奉敬父母，以恩之心孝順父母！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;"&gt;∼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;共勉之&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;"&gt;∼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;生命不要求我們成為最好的，只要求我們作最大的努力！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;老人安養院牆上發現的一篇文章&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(91, 91, 91);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;孩子！當你還很小的時候，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我花了很多時間，教你慢慢用湯匙、用筷子吃東西。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;教你繫鞋帶、扣扣子、溜滑梯、教你穿衣服、梳頭髮、擰鼻涕。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;這些和你在一起的點點滴滴，是多麼的令我懷念不已。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;所以，當我想不起來，接不上話時，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;請給我一點時間，等我一下，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;讓我再想一想&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: purple;"&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;極可能最後連要說什麼，我也一併忘記。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;孩子！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;你忘記我們練習了好幾百回，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;才學會的第一首娃娃歌嗎？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;是否還記得每天總要我絞盡腦汁，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;去回答不知道你從哪裡冒出來的嗎？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;所以，當我重覆又重覆說著老掉牙的故事，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;哼著我孩提時代的兒歌時，體諒我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;讓我繼續沉醉在這些回憶中吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;切望你，也能陪著我閒話家常吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;孩子，現在我常忘了扣扣子、繫鞋帶。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;吃飯時，會弄髒衣服，梳頭髮時手還會不停的抖，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;不要催促我，要對我多一點耐心和溫柔，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;只要有你在一起，就會有很多的溫暖湧上心頭。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;孩子！如今，我的腳站也站不穩，走也走不動。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;所以，請你緊緊的握著我的手，陪著我，慢慢的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;就像當年一樣，我帶著你一步一步地走。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-indent: 32.05pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;若為人子女也不懂得如何體諒他們，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;那他們便只能於痛苦中渡過餘生，黑暗中逝去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: purple;" lang="EN-US"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-7540630924815544754?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/7540630924815544754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=7540630924815544754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7540630924815544754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7540630924815544754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='父母永遠只有一個'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-6028019364408116931</id><published>2007-11-06T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:18:38.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala~</title><content type='html'>Monday:&lt;br /&gt;This was the day... this was the day for me to die for another subject- CTW! Why? Oral defence... &gt;&lt;"... Well, the night before I read the position papers my group did several time before went to sleep... But not sure why I could not sleep soundly and woke up from sleep... Then I thought of those research that I found but got rejected due to the word limits, then I read them and copied down some... I ate my lunch pretty early today... because I scared I would be very nervous and then no appetite... Then, Mat, one of my group member called me to meet 1st before went for the oral defense... After waiting him to finish his lunch, we headed to the creamy colour building, my CTW graveyards... Lol... We entered after another group member, Ming Yue showed out... She looked very confident though... Our tutor, Mr Cole was waiting for us... Luckily I was not the 1st one... as my heart was bumping hard... While Mat was answering his questions, I tried to calm myself... Then it was turn... Oh my god... When he asked me the 1st question, I didn't know what he was asking as I didn't understand one of the word in his question... and what worse is it is the most important part of his question... He seemed to know I didn't understand well so he asked again with different words... Then I tried my best to answer him... Ok pass 1 level... one more level to go... However, his 2nd question was even worse.. Can you give me some examples for side effects from polypharmacy? (polypharmacy here means taking several drugs to cure illness at the same time)... I was stunned... Suddenly I remembered I copied down some example last night... Lol... I think is God is trying to help me... I used the example... And then give other examples as well... Ok... pass 2nd question... but sure the marks will be low... anyway... felt much relax after the oral defense... &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I had a group study with my 2 other friends... Quite fun.. It was my very 1st time... At least it was not boring compared to study alone where no one would speak to you... We chat a while then studied back... Quite a nice experience... We would continue our study group... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;Today there was a seminar for my SS modules... or rather I should say we were invited to watch a documentary by a Singapore producer... The documentary was tittled Invisible City and talked on Singapore history by several interview person... The documentary.. I not sure it was her style or what... But due to I was watching Discovery Channel all these days, in my opinions the documentary was not well did... Quite disappointing for me... Or rather I was the one who didn't "feel" her style... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow going back my hometown!!! 4 days holidays... wohoo.. but after that will be our final exam... ishhh... I want to enjoy my holidays at home... T.T... sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-6028019364408116931?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/6028019364408116931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=6028019364408116931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/6028019364408116931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/6028019364408116931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/11/lalala.html' title='Lalala~'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-984771676585614722</id><published>2007-11-03T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T19:29:39.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday....</title><content type='html'>It's another Saturday... most people love Saturday.. but me? It's just a normal day to me, except that don't have to go to class or lecture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8.00am, then went to bath and just did few questions, then slept back till 10am.. zzz...I talked to myself I should use more time on studying now, since the exams would come soon... pretty soon... &gt;&lt;"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I opened my window, this was my 1st time to open my window, as there was a factory-liked building that kept making noise so my windows were always closed... But today, I just noticed that there was a big tree in front of me... so tall... 4 levels building height...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner at 6pm alone... but met Kendrix and his friend at pgp canteen... He invited me to sit with them... then another course-mate came, but I didn't know him, just saw him attending the same class with me... But we made friend... not bad e? He is from Sabah... I thought he was from Vietnam or Indonesia... Lol... sorry ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked much till we finished our dinner 1 hour later... One of the topic we talked was about how busy our life here in NUS... and one friend told me the famous NUS 5L-s .... Which 5 Ls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, loo, lecture, lab and library... hmm.. these 5 really described most of the students here... Skip breakfast, attend lecture, go library, go to the loo, and then finish all those labs reports... @.@.... Dinner? "ta-pao" or take away somehow is much famous in pgp, especially among MSL seniors, very often I saw Leo and Syen bought their dinner and went back to their rooms... And I met Leo just now, so I asked... He told me no-one eat with him so better to take away... &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these the "culture" or lifestyles of NUS? 5L-s, friends and alone at night... I just thought of another L, my nice Laptop who accompanied most of my time here... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sitting in front of the window again, it's quite dark outsite, the tree has disappeared, but from far there are many lights "dancing".... It's quite a nice view... I should open my window more often from today... Who knows I may found my rainbow like in Jay's song... ^^"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-984771676585614722?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/984771676585614722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=984771676585614722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/984771676585614722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/984771676585614722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/11/saturday.html' title='Saturday....'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-900128432967804393</id><published>2007-10-31T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:52:44.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay 2nd new song!!</title><content type='html'>周杰伦 - 彩虹 (OS版)&lt;br /&gt;《彩虹》&lt;br /&gt;作曲:周杰伦 作词:周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有没有口罩一个给我&lt;br /&gt;释怀说了太多就成真不了&lt;br /&gt;也许时间是一种解药&lt;br /&gt;也是我现在正服下的毒药&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不见你的笑 我怎么睡得着&lt;br /&gt;你的身影这么近我却抱不到&lt;br /&gt;没有地球太阳开始环绕&lt;br /&gt;没有理由我也能自己逃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要离开 我知道更简单&lt;br /&gt;你说依赖 是我们的阻碍&lt;br /&gt;就算放开 那能不能别没收我的爱&lt;br /&gt;当作我最后才明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAP&lt;br /&gt;看不见你的笑&lt;br /&gt;要我怎么睡得着&lt;br /&gt;你的身影这么近我却抱不到&lt;br /&gt;没有地球太阳开始环绕环绕&lt;br /&gt;没有理由我也能自己走掉&lt;br /&gt;是我说了太多就成真不了&lt;br /&gt;也许时间是一种解药解药&lt;br /&gt;也是我现在正服下的毒药&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.tudou.com/v/MnKdooKcdTY"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tudou.com/v/MnKdooKcdTY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-900128432967804393?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/900128432967804393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=900128432967804393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/900128432967804393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/900128432967804393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/10/jay-2nd-new-song.html' title='Jay 2nd new song!!'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-8921607760917273614</id><published>2007-10-29T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:18:55.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my sai lou:</title><content type='html'>Wonder why time went by so fast... it is going to be the end of year 2007...just 2 months later then we will have our holidays for one full month... then I can spend time with my sai lou... lol.. actually asking him to come to my house to help to clean the house... thanks ya sai lou... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry... Mom said she would not ask us to do so much things... so we can go out... I have thought of going to the Water World and then Melaka... talking about Melaka, I forgot to bring you to the zoo, the butterfly park and the crocodile farm... let's go these places, I also very long didn't visit these places... Hope there will be some girls in sexy bikini when we go to the water world... LOL (boys will be boys... so don't say I am a pervert k? &gt;&lt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... just before all the fun we can enjoy together, both of us will have to face our exams... U will have to face your SPM... this is one of the "complex" junctions in our life... I could determine which path you will take later... So do work hard and study smart for the exams... You can score well one, I am sure of it... Don't forget what your promise... /gg... full As'... ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai lou here will always support you... Like what you did during my STPM... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I really don't like much staying here... I want to go back home... Really stress have to study everyday... Feel better only when met some friends and talked with them before or after classes.. especially Gail... luckily she is in the same course with me, if not I will sure bored to death... at least have a friend that I know from hometown... Wonder how she doesn't homesick like me... She even told me she would not go back for the coming Chinese New Year... &gt;&lt;"... And also wonder how she could study the whole night and only sleep for few hours when on the other hand, I sleep more than 8 hours still feeling very tired... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... enough till here... lol... GAMBATEH in your SPM... See you in few months time... Don't forget there is always a family that is supporting you from far (Mom always asked me about you.. you should call her if you have the time... hehe... ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-8921607760917273614?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/8921607760917273614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=8921607760917273614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/8921607760917273614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/8921607760917273614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-my-sai-lou.html' title='to my sai lou:'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-2627515276992831478</id><published>2007-10-24T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T15:43:20.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MKT presentation...</title><content type='html'>1st time wearing formal suit for presentation... quite strange for a thin, skinny guy to wear formal suit... I am telling you... I was so afraid anyone that I know to see me on the way back to my room... If they saw me then sure would laugh... &gt;&lt;"~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was a frightening experience, especially when there were so many much brilliant english educated and speaking students sitting in front you, but your could not speak fluently in English... zzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had prepared the presentation for few weeks, from collecting data and research from the internet, to discuss with other group members and then converting everything we got into the presentation... well... I didn't do much to the group as I just throw everything to Gail to check the grammar or to summarize  the whole passage... well... my grammar is not very good, I admit... I just help a bit in doing the power point... well... more accurately, just did the animation and added some picture into it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the tutor likes our presentation and slides... I was more like reading than presenting.. I had memorize some before the class but due to nervousness, everything was gone... &gt;&lt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily it had over... just hope will get high score.. not for myself.. but for other group members who put more efforts to it... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-2627515276992831478?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/2627515276992831478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=2627515276992831478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2627515276992831478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2627515276992831478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/10/mkt-presentation.html' title='MKT presentation...'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-5844868323485094980</id><published>2007-10-22T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T02:23:32.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money &amp; Friends</title><content type='html'>Hmm... I was watching a Taiwan Drama Series this weekend...It is quite an interesting story... Actually I wanted to watch discovery channel, but the channel seemed to have some problems and I could not watch it... so I searched within youtube to find a good show to watch... Then I chosen this drama series, called Little Princess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... the storyline was quite interesting even though there was just 5 episodes that were available. One of the conflict in the story was about money and friend. The "prince" (yes.. prince... I don't type wrongly... the prince is the main male character in the story) came from a very rich family, rich till could pay one thousand or millions of money to do something... His best friend, J, who wished to become a famous athletic, always practiced with the prince... He was always better than him... However, during the competition, J purposely lost to the price, as his father, a businessman who wanted to forge a good relation with the prince's family, ordered him to lose to the prince... Both of them finally argued and their friendship ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are money and relationship with rich families that important? Money can buy anything... yes... anything... but relationship? never... relationship which based on money will not have well endings.. but... reality is still reality... and sometimes reality is very cruel... just like in the story when J lost to the prince because of his father who wished to have a good relationship with the rich family...If you are J, what you will do? betrayed your friends or your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... I am not sure if this will happen on myself... But I really don't hope I will ever happen on myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-5844868323485094980?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/5844868323485094980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=5844868323485094980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/5844868323485094980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/5844868323485094980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/10/money-friends.html' title='Money &amp; Friends'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-1878165715322290219</id><published>2007-10-19T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:09:12.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a person... ( plz don't read)</title><content type='html'>This blog will just express my anger a while on someone... So plz don't read this... and don't get offended after you read this... I don't mean u are the person, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you, I FEEL TO HIT YOU AT YOUR stupid ugly face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are better, but don't so show off... there are many more better students than you that I met before, but I respect them... but u? hmph... u will never get my respect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will not see you again... So don't ever appear in front of me again... I will not ever talk to you anymore and imagine i don't see you or imagine you are just a rubbish... a rubbish that don't have any values at all forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-1878165715322290219?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/1878165715322290219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=1878165715322290219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1878165715322290219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1878165715322290219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-person-plz-dont-read.html' title='To a person... ( plz don&apos;t read)'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-2970084107288489494</id><published>2007-10-15T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T00:30:09.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>easier link to Jay Chou's new Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AnKrNl98I-8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AnKrNl98I-8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or Mtv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ojngajwspe/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ojngajwspe/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-2970084107288489494?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/2970084107288489494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=2970084107288489494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2970084107288489494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2970084107288489494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/10/easier-link-to-jay-chous-new-song.html' title='easier link to Jay Chou&apos;s new Song'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-4246694062604650687</id><published>2007-10-14T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:31:19.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am working "hard"?</title><content type='html'>These few days, my progress had slowed down... Not because I was sick or anything... Just because I watched discovery channel and youtube all the weekend... &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god.. it's so hard to remove my attention to the laptop... since there are just my only entertainment here... T.T...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look like I have to ban myself from watching these... but who can do it? sigh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-4246694062604650687?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/4246694062604650687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=4246694062604650687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4246694062604650687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4246694062604650687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-working-hard.html' title='I am working &quot;hard&quot;?'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-2517175537414891123</id><published>2007-10-10T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:54:24.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg... Jay Chou New Song...</title><content type='html'>Jay Chou new song new album (going to out soon) http://www.tudou.com/player/skin/JAYPlayer.swf?id=10166181&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-2517175537414891123?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/2517175537414891123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=2517175537414891123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2517175537414891123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2517175537414891123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg-jay-chou-new-song.html' title='Omg... Jay Chou New Song...'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-545021692725165761</id><published>2007-10-08T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:00:29.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to u~~</title><content type='html'>Whose birthday u ask? It's my dad...(9th Oct)  heh... This is my 1st time I remember... urrrhmm... ok ok... I only knew after I checked my handphone for my dad Ic number... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not a good son, eh? forgetting my dad's birthday for all these years... Sigh... I was always forgetful... especially on numbers and people's name... (someone will sure laugh after reading this, right, Gail? &gt;&lt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song that I put, hopefully everyone like it.. the meaning behind the song is the strong bond between parents and children.... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very seldom talked to my dad... As he looks strict... Just till recent years I only brave myself to talk to him, asking him about some general knowledge. (He loves reading!!  And he sure knows a lot of things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... donno what to write already... except I only can say this to my dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, dad... I will not disappoint you... Wish you always in the best of health and happy always... I love you dad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-545021692725165761?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/545021692725165761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=545021692725165761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/545021692725165761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/545021692725165761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-to-u.html' title='Happy Birthday to u~~'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-3591304628814662704</id><published>2007-10-07T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:12:34.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the songs that I like</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;作词：布仁巴雅尔&lt;br /&gt;作曲：布仁巴雅尔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸爸&lt;br /&gt;哎!&lt;br /&gt;太阳、月亮、星星是什么？&lt;br /&gt;吉祥三宝！&lt;br /&gt;绿叶、花朵、果实是什么?&lt;br /&gt;吉祥三宝！&lt;br /&gt;爸爸、妈妈和我们是什么？&lt;br /&gt;吉祥三宝！&lt;br /&gt;三三得九，九个愿望都实现。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妈妈&lt;br /&gt;哎!&lt;br /&gt;太阳、月亮、星星是什么？&lt;br /&gt;吉祥三宝！&lt;br /&gt;绿叶、花朵、果实是什么?&lt;br /&gt;吉祥三宝！&lt;br /&gt;爸爸、妈妈，我们是什么？&lt;br /&gt;吉祥三宝！&lt;br /&gt;三三得九，九个愿望都实现。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;诺尔曼&lt;br /&gt;哎!&lt;br /&gt;太阳、月亮、星星是什么？&lt;br /&gt;什么？&lt;br /&gt;绿叶、花朵、果实是什么?&lt;br /&gt;忘了！&lt;br /&gt;爸爸、妈妈，诺尔曼是什么么？&lt;br /&gt;吉祥三宝！&lt;br /&gt;三三得九，九个愿望都实现。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;   &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lyrics：布仁巴雅尔&lt;br /&gt;Music：布仁巴雅尔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Papá?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: aye!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What are sun, moon, and stars?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: the Joyous-Tri-Treasures!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What are leaves, flowers, and fruits?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: the Joyous-Tri-Treasures!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What are papá, mamá, and us?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: the Joyous-Tri-Treasures!&lt;br /&gt;Three times three is nine; Nine wishes all come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Mamá?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: aye!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What are sun, moon, and stars?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: the Joyous-Tri-Treasures!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What are leaves, flowers, and fruits?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: the Joyous-Tri-Treasures!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What are papá, mamá, and us?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: the Joyous-Tri-Treasures!&lt;br /&gt;Three times three is nine; Nine wishes all come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents: Norma?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: aye!&lt;br /&gt;Parents: What are the sun, moon, and stars?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What?&lt;br /&gt;Parents: What are leaves, flowers, and fruits?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Parents: What are papá, mamá, and us?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: the Joyous-Tri-Treasures!&lt;br /&gt;Three times three is nine; Nine wishes all come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-3591304628814662704?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/3591304628814662704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=3591304628814662704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/3591304628814662704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/3591304628814662704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-of-songs-that-i-like.html' title='One of the songs that I like'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-5465664894591913933</id><published>2007-10-04T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T17:52:42.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Corpse</title><content type='html'>University life, exciting? Nah...&lt;br /&gt;Live outsite of house.. More privacy? Yes... but lonely...&lt;br /&gt;Can go out shopping anytime u want? Yes.. only if u are rich enough or don't have tutorials and exams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday do the same thing, wake up, go lecture or tutorials, do tutorial works, assignments, study, study and study, then sleep... but not enough of sleep.. finally becomes a coffee slave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or can describe me as a walking corpse... lol~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-5465664894591913933?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/5465664894591913933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=5465664894591913933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/5465664894591913933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/5465664894591913933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/10/walking-corpse.html' title='Walking Corpse'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-4486641619826458983</id><published>2007-10-01T07:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:08:51.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my dad fetched me to the bus station in Melaka. I had to take a bus at 3.30pm to go back to NUS since the holidays had over. It was a nice 1 week holiday, but I still felt not enough... Guess I was too home sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... at 1st, inside the car was quiet. We seldom talked much to each other. I was not so happy as I had to leave my home. My dad then asked me how's my study in Singapore. All the sudden my tears dropped out. Not sure since when I never cried before. Haha... few weeks ago? But I felt better after crying. My dad knew I cried, and I thought he knew I was very stressful in NUS. He tried to change topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to go exercise more often instead of staying in my room. Haha... exercise? I was like never exercise before. My sis did ask me to go to the gym but my laziness controlled over me. Lol... After the exam I would try to look for some time... I promise... ^^"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that, I kept thinking back the topic just now. And my eyes were filled with tears, preparing to drop out anytime. But I tired not to cry. I should be strong, I should not be weak, I already 20 years old... cry would not change anything... but still one part of my inner self tried to make me cry.. at least to make my soul more "comfortable". I didn't cry out loud. Just use my fingers to dry those tears and tried to concentrate on remembering those notes that I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what other topic that we talked... Well, we seldom talk much to each other... I remembered back I wrote an email to him, telling that I love him and thank him for taking care of me. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, I respect, love you.. and  hope you always in the best of health... Hope God do listen to my prayers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-4486641619826458983?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/4486641619826458983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=4486641619826458983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4486641619826458983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4486641619826458983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-dad.html' title='My dad....'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-7018430640488924329</id><published>2007-09-24T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:10:16.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was so rude + stupid</title><content type='html'>Not sure why but since I seldom talk to friends with english (even those Singaporeans friends), I noticed that my english has become worse.... &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I called Gail's mom to ask about the tuition grant things... Very thankful to her for letting me know all the information.. But I was very nervous as she talked in english. My tongue was like tied up and I cannot speak fluently... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I somehow asked a question rudely. Hope she would not mind... I just wanted to know if she knows if we have to separate all the copies to be signed, but instead i asked her if she knew how to sign the tuition grant... oh my god... I should have arrange my sentence 1st... very sorry to Gail's mom... Hope you will forgive me.. I don't mean to be rude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will have to be more confident and talk more in English when I back NUS later... T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-7018430640488924329?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/7018430640488924329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=7018430640488924329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7018430640488924329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7018430640488924329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-was-so-rude-stupid.html' title='I was so rude + stupid'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-9107060183069950192</id><published>2007-09-18T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:05:25.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice to have friends?</title><content type='html'>Yup, many ppl will agree on this.. but finding a friend that really share the same interest, it is very hard.. somemore, I was hurt by someone long time ago... and that time it changed myself into not trusting any friends... So painful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily, due to RO online, I managed to get a loyal friend, my sai lou, Ah Kiat. Really strange is that we both share almost all the same interest. Really like a brother to me, even though we always argue on something small. (Haha... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in NUS, since I cannot always chat with him as the phone bill is damn expensive and he is busy with his trial SPM, I now in a hunt for new friends. Yup, I meet many new friends. And yes, still in the process to tune into the right frequency. Some already tune right just maybe I look not very friendly and they leave me behind... Lol... Not my fault that I don't want to smile ok? Really getting nutz already... where got mood to smile... &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, do give me some time to practice and build back more my confidence in trusting friends. Keep telling myself I am here to learn... heh... ^^"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-9107060183069950192?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/9107060183069950192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=9107060183069950192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/9107060183069950192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/9107060183069950192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/09/nice-to-have-friends.html' title='Nice to have friends?'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-1906386859835522337</id><published>2007-09-17T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:30:00.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nurturer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ISFJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/isfj.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nurturer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal.&lt;br /&gt;A good listener, you excel at helping others in practical ways.&lt;br /&gt;In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music.&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you express your emotions through actions.&lt;br /&gt;Taking care of someone is how you love them. And you do it well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you do well in a structured environment. You complete tasks well and on time.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Competent, dependable, and detail oriented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Boring, dominant, and stuck in a rut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-1906386859835522337?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/1906386859835522337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=1906386859835522337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1906386859835522337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1906386859835522337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/09/nurturer.html' title='Nurturer?'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-4299728929449794246</id><published>2007-09-13T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:35:51.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to relax?</title><content type='html'>Many friends notice my change of behavior and advice me not to put so much pressure on myself... and I should relax more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But should I? I mean after the lectures, I would go and have my meal then quickly finish my meal then go back my room to revise or start memorizing... but later i will turn on discovery channel to watch while reading notes... it's this enough as entertainment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax, i would definitely feel more relax after I finished all the tutorials... Almost any time will think of the assignment I not yet finish but yet have to hand up next week... The tutor warned us not to discuss the assignment between friends... so somehow I get lost in somewhere... Sometimes when I was taking bus or waiting lecture or tutorial to start, some will discuss the assignment.. And not I wanted to be rude to eavesdrop their "discussion" and copied down their points... but ended up I even more confused and lost... now just hope my friends or seniors to help me on this... before it drives me nutz and crazy even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go in NUS, sure will see many ppl mugging... Not sure how they can concentrate when there are a lot of ppl walking past you... Some will choose to study in library but till I not yet even step into any libraries here before... facing even more books make me even lost myself... as keep on thinking that my knowledge is so shallow only despite that I have learnt a lot... &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, the 1st thing to do is to check emails... as NUS will burst the emails with many "spam" emails telling what activities will be carried out and which lecture notes are available for printing... Zzzzz... Have to face the laptop almost 24 hours, 7 days... Sometimes felt asleep in front of the laptop till morning... what the... zzzz... i know it is not healthy with all that "wave" (or particle already? haha... physic concepts... zzz) from the laptop but have to face the laptop to do research... no choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... 1 more week to go... but next week will be extremely busy... plz pray for me so that I can get over this... Thanks all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-4299728929449794246?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/4299728929449794246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=4299728929449794246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4299728929449794246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4299728929449794246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-to-relax.html' title='Time to relax?'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-7634357152528605405</id><published>2007-09-09T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:22:19.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>I keep on thinking back everytime I did something.. Thinking if I was stupid enough to make a stupid mistake... and now... I am thinking of am I stupid enough to decide to come to NUS- a place where many many brilliant and much more better students than myself studying here... Coming here actually is not of my self decision, but because of my family and effects of some friends as well as the "ego" in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think till here made me even much stress... I don't want to disappoint my family.. I don't want to do badly here... I want to win... I really want to be one of the best.... but could I? Facing the laptop 24 hours really not my style of life. Even though I like to watch animation and play online games with the internet but it is too much for me to face the internet to do assignments, tutorials and read notes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "ego" grows even bigger when other people know I am studying in NUS and taking one of the most difficult subjects that almost everyone telling me it is hard and would drive me crazy. And they would also shout, WOW!! Then I would cheat to myself I could do it... Gambateh!! But in the end, the pressure is going to drive me crazy and now.. I miss my home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking modules other than my core modules, is nice but really... can I really cope up with it? I not sure what I get from taking MKT1003 and the SSA 2004.. nothing but to read all the thick readings about Singapore denying itself as a nation but now still in the process building a nation..(just ignore if don't understand this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... 2 weeks more then there is 1 week of holidays... how i hope the day would arrive soon... but also, I have to hand in my EG1413 assignment before the holidays and there is going to be an exam for the SSA2204. After the holidays there is going to be 2 exams for MLE1101 and MA1505... math- one of my favourite subjects, however the level of the math here is much higher and I have to spend some time to get the solutions. Sometimes I gave up and left the question beside... but I feel uncomfortable thinking that I should not give up.. So I always think of the solution when I am waiting for the lecture or tutorial class to start.. and it really works, I get the solutions somehow... just hope I could manage to do well in the exam later... The past year questions are very terrible and also horrible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSL- yesterday there was a meeting to get new blood, and we were told we are in a big family.. but somehow I felt deserted aside, since myself not very good in socialize... I kept on hiding myself in my room to do the tutorials, to study or watch discovery channels (at least there are some voices and I would not get that lonely)... Always meet some friends while I am going to the canteen to have my meal, but I just wave to them and left... I am sorry for being rude but well... I not yet tune to the right frequency yet like I said... sigh... I am just keep on finding reasons to hide my weakness on socializing or what... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA... Crazy~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-7634357152528605405?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/7634357152528605405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=7634357152528605405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7634357152528605405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7634357152528605405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-808376882814732365</id><published>2007-08-26T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T19:01:28.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>University Life</title><content type='html'>University life- I just experienced it 2 weeks and really I not get used to it. I always go back to my home town as I really feel very lonely in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only laptop accompanies me all the time, watching discovery channel, channel 8 and youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always call my parents, as I always feel worry about them. Now I only know spending time with parents is precious. I regret that I not always with them back home. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bugis to buy the bus ticket back next friday. As I knew my sisters would be back from KL as well. Hope we could spend more time together... 3 days really not enough, how I hope there is 1 week holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating meals, always alone, because have a lot of readings to do. But when in my room, I could not concentrate and always watch tv. But I would do some tutorials questions while I watching tv. When I could not get the answer for the tutorials, I would eat the biscuits I bought from my hometown. The biscuits are my effective remedy. Not only they fill my hunger, they also help me to get the solution for the tutorial questions. I could finish one whole tin of biscuits in 1 day. But I have to save it for other days as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA... Now I just want to laugh loudly like I never laugh before....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-808376882814732365?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/808376882814732365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=808376882814732365' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/808376882814732365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/808376882814732365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/08/university-life.html' title='University Life'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-1248143847279823189</id><published>2007-08-22T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:22:32.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugis~</title><content type='html'>At night, the seniors brought all of us out to Bugis. Bugis- i never heard of this place before, so I wondered if there were anything interesting waiting for us. On the bus, the others were playing the lame games. I didn't know the secret behind the games so I kept quiet. JohnChan noticed me being quiet for very long and asked me to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I seldom like to take picture, especially I was not in the mood. So I rejected him. But I was regret being so rude to him. So I apologize to him. (Sorry ya, JohnChan, I not purposely being rude to you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes had past, but still we not yet reached our destination. But I didn't feel the time went by that fast as I always looked out of the window to see those tall buildings along the roads. This city was very different with Kuala Lumpur. There were not many cars on the roads. So, there were no traffic jam as well. People living here mostly took MRT or buses to go around the city. These transportation systems were well organized and therefore many chose to take these public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to be continued... revising...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-1248143847279823189?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/1248143847279823189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=1248143847279823189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1248143847279823189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1248143847279823189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/08/bulgis.html' title='Bugis~'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-4752479266439972994</id><published>2007-08-13T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T18:50:26.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Chek Up</title><content type='html'>Blood was taken from both my left and right limbs. Since my left hand's vanes refused to co-operate. My blackish red blood flow out from my right limbs. I wondered if the blood was over concentrated and that could be a bad news. I asked the nurse but she asked me to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was arranged to see a doctor. He checked my blood pressure. Since I was very nervous, the doctor asked me to calm down again. Lol. Wonder why I so nervous during medical checkup. Maybe afraid that I get any disease? Maybe I am not yet get used to meeting stranger? Maybe... Then the doctor asked me to lye down on the bed without my shirt. I remembered back what my MUET teacher told us, doctor is the only professions that could ask you to take off your shirt and you even have to pay for him. Lol. The doctor pressed my stomach there a few times, asked me to breath in and out then finished. Wondered what was the purpose of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was asked to have my X-ray at another room. I went in but an Indian Girl stopped me. She said to me that only girls were inside the room. And she told me that she didn't know where the guys should go. I went around to find another X-ray room for guys. Then I gave up and went back to UWHC to ask those nurses. They told me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THERE WAS ONLY ONE X-RAY ROOM &lt;/span&gt;there. ISHHHHHH..... What the *toot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the room again just now. Luckily the Indian girl already not around, if not I would definitely scold her since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THERE WERE SOME GUYS SITTING INSIDE&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Was her blind or what. Anyway, I went in and waited with some friends that I knew while waiting to see the doctor just now. Some girls were sitting in a room waiting. A male officer said," All girls please take off your bras so that we could take your X-ray." Lol. We laughed loudly. Those girls' faces turned red. They went  to the Lady's room. I think I don't have to say what they would do after this, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for our turns patiently. After 20 minutes, my name was called. I went in a X-ray chamber. I was asked to take off my shirt again and "hugged" the X-ray "machine". Then it was done. Don't have any feel at all, well, it was my 1st time taking X-ray ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to be continued, meeting... &gt;&lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-4752479266439972994?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/4752479266439972994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=4752479266439972994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4752479266439972994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4752479266439972994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/08/medical-chek-up.html' title='Medical Chek Up'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-4095924389672534266</id><published>2007-08-08T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:07:15.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurong East</title><content type='html'>The next day, I was brought to Jurong East to open a bank account by Elaine and Ryan. Kendrix, Ker Ying and Siew Qi also followed us even though they had opened their bank accounts. We took a bus to Clementi and took MRT at the Clementi MRT Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were brought to a POSB bank. A series of nightmare started to happen. I brought along a bankdraft my parents bought me for opening bank account. But the officer refused to accept my bankdraft. Elaine brought me to some other banks to ask if I could en-cash the bankdraft. In the end, I could only en-cash the bankdraft in OCBC bank. But it took me 45 minutes to do so. Felt very sorry because other friends had to wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bank officer gave me 2 pieces of 1k notes. Then I went back to POSB to deposit the money. I tried to use the bank ATM machine but I just found out that the ATM didn't accept 1k notes. Oh my god, I had to queue up to deposit my money. Ryan waited for me while others went to the nearby book fair to kill their time. I really felt sorry. Another 45 minutes past before it was my turn to deposit the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why all Singaporeans seem to be very patient in queuing up. On the other hand, back in Malaysia, seats are provided. We just have to get a number and wait for our turn on the seats provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nightmare. I felt very sorry for my friends who had to wait for me for so long. And also need to thank both Ryan and Elaine for being very patient and helpful. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ryan brought me back to NUS to have my medical checkup in UWHC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-time to sleep again... to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-4095924389672534266?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/4095924389672534266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=4095924389672534266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4095924389672534266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4095924389672534266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/08/jurong-east.html' title='Jurong East'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-361841915059597391</id><published>2007-08-03T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:04:55.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PGP and Clementi</title><content type='html'>We were sent to Prince George's Park residence. My second home for the next 4 years hopefully. From here I was separated from my friends as they were living in Raffles Hall. We were guided to the Registration Office (is this what it called?) to check in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a senior, became my ambassador and also my "10 minutes labour" to carry my luggage with the trolley. I was allocated to stay in R5 residence, Block 21, room 3-K. But the senior didn't know the exact location so we had to refer to maps. Finally after a few minutes of searching, we only managed to find the exact place. Then the lift was another  obstacle. Why couldn't we press the Level 3 button. Then I remembered back that I was given a key earlier. But strangely the key was with a strange device. Only then I knew I had to use that device to go to the 3rd floor. It was called a transponder. I had to use the transporter to unlock the door of my room as well as the cluster gate. That senior helped me to carry my luggage inside. I thanked him for helping.  But did I have to pay him a tip for helping? #.#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room was not as big as my room back home. It  had a single bed, a cupboard that was beside the bed, a writing table and a bookshelf by the windows. Not sure why there was a strange smell. And there were ants everywhere. The window blinds were very dirty. I cleaned my room with an small tower my sister gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Gail called me and told me that they were going out to make a bank account. Oh my god, no one informed me. I rushed down with the documents that I thought were required to make a bank account. But there was a problem. I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't know where was the canteen. Luckily I met Wai Kit, the director of MSL UFO2. He asked Halori (Alex) to guide me to the bus station where everyone were waiting for bus. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took 183 bus to go to Clementi to open bank accounts. The POSB bank was full with many people. Then the MSL helpers guided us to DBS bank. But the DBS bank rejected to open account with a reason that they would arrange with NUS to allow NUS students to open account. So we couldn't open bank accounts that time. Only some fortunate friends managed to open bank account in either POSB or DBS. We bought Singtel prepaid card at a nearby handphone stall. Some even bought pillows at a nearby shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us left Clementi without opening a a bank account. Sigh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-361841915059597391?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/361841915059597391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=361841915059597391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/361841915059597391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/361841915059597391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/08/pgp-and-clementi.html' title='PGP and Clementi'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-6507873001882742154</id><published>2007-07-21T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:42:20.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the South - Singapore</title><content type='html'>3 of us were waiting the train to come with our family members. Excited? Nervous? I had these 2 feelings mixed inside me. But added with the feeling that I hate most- Sad... Everytime when I thought of I would be leaving my home, I wanted to cry. This would be my 1st time leaving my house for months. I kept wondering if I could get used to the new life. I also kept wondering if my mom would be feeling lonely at home by herself. Dad could only accompany her before and after his working time. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train finally came. It was late. We found our seats and settled down. I only managed to wave to my parents. I thought I would cry out and hug them before I left. But I guessed I managed to hide my feelings. I didn't want them to worry about me. The night was long. I could not sleep well in the train. It was noisy when the train was moving on its track. And also someone had to guard our luggage. Ah Jie slept so soundly while Gail was trying to sleep.  I tried to get some sleep but everytime when someone opened the door connected to other coach or the train stopped at a station, I would automatically woke up and watched over our luggage. &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 hours, we reached Johor Bahru. The train stopped for quite some time to let the immigration officers to check every single passengers' passport. Gail finally had some sleep while waiting them. The train continued the journey and stopped at the next station, Woodlands. Finally, we stepped into Singapore. The train stopped and we had to carry all our luggage off the train to get through the Singapore Immigration Checkpoint. Our passports were stamped and we were given 30days of social visit pass. Since we were told to wait for the helpers from MSL, we didn't get back to the train. Luckily, Ah Jie found Wai Kit, the director of UFO2. We were guided to a nearby food court to have our breakfast. 1st time seeing the price in Singapore Dollar. I guessed many of us would automatically convert it to Ringgit Malaysia to see if the food was cheap or not. I ate the bread I bought earlier because I didn't have enough of sleep and didn't have the appetite to eat. We waited for some time to wait the bus to come to bring us to NUS. We made some friends while waiting. I thought there were not many that would join UFO2 but I was wrong. I guessed there were 50 of us or even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the bus prepared by MSL. But really, $5.00 for the bus fare together with the fee to transport our luggages by van was expensive to me. $5.00 x 2.2 (more precisely would be 2.25 or 2.3)= RM11.00. #.#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to be continued... bed time.....zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-6507873001882742154?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/6507873001882742154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=6507873001882742154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/6507873001882742154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/6507873001882742154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/07/ufo2-part-i.html' title='Journey to the South - Singapore'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-2223181499961426979</id><published>2007-07-14T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T14:57:51.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr X</title><content type='html'>Mr X? Who is him? I have no much idea too. All the sudden I remembered back a dream and would want to make this into a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there were 2 good friends, A and X. They were studying in the same school. They became good friends after they knew each other. A always wanted to have someone as a brother since he was lonely at home. So, A treated X as his real brother. One day, they had a discussion on watches, but the discussion turned into arguing. (silly right?) Then they never talked again. But A already forgave him deep down in his heart. However, he refused to take the 1st step to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year later, they talked back again. And once again had become good friends. Since A wanted to help X in exams, A shared his tuition notes to X. A also gave X very nice presents during X's birthday. But one day, X complaint that A said something X didn't like and A was too nice to X. A was very sad. He asked for explanation. X refused to give any. So they broke out. Never spoke to each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol... wonder why I thought of this. The characters from this story don't reflect anyone  and also the story is not real. So, what do you think about this story? Why X complaint that A said something he didn't like? And the story reflects that we shouldn't be too nice to friends? What do you think? heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-2223181499961426979?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/2223181499961426979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=2223181499961426979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2223181499961426979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2223181499961426979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/07/mr-x.html' title='Mr X'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-5425276579070453917</id><published>2007-07-09T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:48:31.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th July 2007</title><content type='html'>So, how did you spend your time on 8 July 2007??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it was a nice family day with my family especially when all my sisters came back home. I really enjoy the time with my family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept on 3.00am, after completing the Kyle Fac. quest in RO. Mom couldn't sleep well and she advised me to sleep early. I woke up at 11am, called by my mother to take lunch. LUNCH? Oh my god... I missed my breakfast. Thought could eat noodles in the morning. I would have to wait for another day then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch was "Bat- Kut- Teh". Specially home-made by my mom. I would not able to taste my mom's cooking for a long time later. But somehow, I just ate a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Melaka in dad's Mercedes Benz. Dad had bought it 10 years ago. It looks old but could still function well. Quite a number of dad's friends wanted to buy the car, but dad seems to like this car. Or it is maybe the car is big enough for 4 of us at the back. (forgot to mention, Ah Kor, my sister's boy friend came back with my sisters as well) It took us less than 45 minutes to reach our destination. Dad likes to drive fast but he is always alert, as well as very careful. He has never met an accident. We went to Jusco in Ayer Keroh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom went to change the cracked glass pot she bought 1 week ago, while dad went to his favourite spot, the Popular Book Store. He loves reading books. There was a blood donating campaign in front of the book store. Felt like wanted to donate blood. I had donated once last year. But my blood is AB type, also known as the stingy blood, so I didn't think they would need it and also due to the time factor, I decided not to donate blood. We didn't buy anything here since there was no sales. We had our tea in Deli France. I don't like coffee much. But I still felt sleepy. I had a cup of mocha. We had a nice time enjoying our drinks and had a long conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Mahkota Parade after the tea... Or should I say coffee? Hehe.. We bought quite a lot things. A  laundry bag to protect my cloth when using the washing machine and 2 pairs of socks.  Dad bought a pair of Camel Active brand trousers. Cheap things aren't good, good things don't come in cheap. Dad bought a pair of trousers, made from China but it gets torn easily. So dad decided to buy from Camel Active again since the quality is much more better. We had our dinner in a Baba-Nyonya eastern and western restaurant nearby. It is a small restaurant but usually it is packed with many customers. Luckily we were early and we managed to get our seats. I had spaghetti while my sisters and future brother-in-law had steaks. Mom and dad had fried noodles. The food was nice and delicious. Many customers came from Singapore and had the steaks. My eldest sister, who always eats a little, however seemed to enjoy her lamb chop with red wine sauce. I tried lamb for the very 1st time. &gt;&lt;"... I didn't like the taste though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back home after the dinner, since my sisters had to go back to KL. My sister told us that one of her friends ,a guy, was molested by a Malay female doctor when he had his medical check-out. Lol. But who could be blamed, my sister told us that that friend is a body builder, so you could imagine how muscular he is. That doctor asked him to unzip his shorts to check his stomach. Guess what, the doctor pulled down his underwear and "peeped" inside. Then she said:" Still un-touched"..... Oh my God... Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached home about 45 minutes later, both Fui Yin, my another sister and Ah Kor gave me red packets and wished me good luck to NUS. She even hugged me. My eyes were suddenly filled with water, wanted to cry already. But I held back my tears. I want them to know I am not the cry baby anymore. I had grown up and I had to be strong. But I guessed they noticed my eyes were watery. Hope to see you soon, Sis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-5425276579070453917?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/5425276579070453917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=5425276579070453917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/5425276579070453917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/5425276579070453917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/07/8th-july-2007.html' title='8th July 2007'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-5228804131817544199</id><published>2007-07-05T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T01:07:55.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Lonely?</title><content type='html'>Lonely~~ I'm Mr Lonely~~ I have nobody~~ I'm on my own~~ Ooo~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely... this word exists always in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine having to study in your room, facing 4 walls with homework pilled up like Gunung Kinabalu... #.#&lt;br /&gt;Imagine playing Ps2 with no ppl controlling the 2nd controller...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine watching TV alone...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine not having any friends to chat with...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine even at school nobody chatting with you...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine loafing around the town filled with many other ppl but not even one that u know..&lt;br /&gt;Imagine sleeping alone in a dark room...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your handphone not ringing at all...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine eating ur meals alone...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine day-dreaming at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lonely like me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-5228804131817544199?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/5228804131817544199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=5228804131817544199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/5228804131817544199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/5228804131817544199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/07/mr-lonely.html' title='Mr Lonely?'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-2766277658205951649</id><published>2007-06-29T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:23:31.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Kuantan Final Part</title><content type='html'>During my stay at his house, his aunties came to stay in his house as well, so it was a bit packed. One of his aunties took his grandson along. Poor fellow, he had skin problems. He always scratched his skins. My sai lou told me that his this nephew had seen many doctors but still cannot be cured. He loved sweets though. So I gave him some sweets. But he just took a day to finish the bar of sweets I gave him. His grandmom bought him a packet of sweets while we went shopping but it also just took him one night to finish the whole packet. But what to do, if no sweets he would scratch his skin. Poor guy. And he fall down in the toilet and cried. Candy seemed to be a good remedy to solve this also. His grandmom, my sai lou's aunt kindly paid the bus fee for me to back to Tampin. Actually my sai lou asked her the fee 1st then he would pay her back. But his aunt didn't want to receive the money. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last night I at Kuantan, we went to shopping center. Felt sorry because sai lou had to skip his tuition class on that day. He kept convincing me it didn't matter because his teacher would be revising on the same topics again. We had our dinner at Pizza Hut. And dessert at Mc'Donald. Then I bought some DVD's. He bought also some empty CD's to burn songs. We went back home late and played PS till 2am. This was my last night in his house so we would want to spend more time together, since both of us would be lonely at house later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he took me to the bus station. I had to leave already. The time went by so fast. Without knowing I already stayed in his house for ten days. I promised I would come again the next holiday. The bus moved swiftly on the road. I kept remembering back how we spent the time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really feels nice having a brother around you. And also very sad and lonely when you have to separate from each others. I hope we could meet again soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-2766277658205951649?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/2766277658205951649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=2766277658205951649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2766277658205951649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2766277658205951649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/06/trip-to-kuantan-final-part.html' title='Trip to Kuantan Final Part'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-1356308030361950677</id><published>2007-06-21T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:37:04.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Kuantan Part II</title><content type='html'>Since he would be having exams after the holidays, so we always stay at home and my job? Guard him to study. After woke up in the morning, we had our breakfast at a nearby food store. It was delicious but slightly more  expensive than in Tampin. Then he would study for his exam while I used his computer to surf the net (since my pc back home cannot excess most of the websites) or play Gameboy in the room. Then we had our lunch. His mom cooking was nice. And the weird thing was I ate a lot of vegetable then I used to be back home. My mom would be scolding me if she saw this. Dinner would be either at his house or the stores outsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuantan is a busy city like Melaka. Many vehicles and many shops on both site of the roads. And also... many Malays staying at Kuantan, so can see Malays everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All work and no play makes my sai lou a dull boy. So, we decided to go to a beach called Tanjung Cempedak to relax a while. Oh my god, the water is crystal clear. Not like the sea water in Port Dickson. Not dirty and it is a beautiful beach. After putting our stuffs on a big stone, we jumped into the water. The water was cold and refreshing. Then we played at the beach. We put sand on my sai lou's cousin. He was shouting and yelling when we buried him with sand. Forget to mention, the beach was full of small crabs crawling on the beach. I so afraid because there were many. But they seemed to be more afraid of us steeping on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to bath after few hours playing at the beach. Strangely the door of the bathroom was just so short that anyone could peep in.... &gt;&lt;" But since we had to clean our bodies entirely and there were just men (urhem.. of course there are just men inside a men's toilet), so no choice. Just be careful when there were other men passing our rooms. Then we had our late lunch at the nearby Mc' Donald. We were damn angry when there was an old malay old cutting the queue and spoke to us like this : You all are rich, and have cars. I just take bus. What the... We are rich that is our problem. So you mean you are poor? Then why you still can afford to buy food at Mc' Donald. WALAU e..... unreasonable OLD lady. If you spoke to us nicely saying that you needed to catch a bus then we would kindly let you, but spoke to us like this? But we could just stare at this old lady, we didn't want to cause any problems. SO SHAMELESS OLD MALAY LADY. GO BACK YOUR OWN KAMPUNG-la. Pif (I am not racist but she is so unreasonable). We had our lunch beside the beach. The breeze was nice and refreshing. Eating beside a beach sure was nice. We tried to forget that old lady just now. We took some pictures of the beach before we left. (I would put the photo somehow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please wait for the Part III ^^"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-1356308030361950677?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/1356308030361950677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=1356308030361950677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1356308030361950677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1356308030361950677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/06/trip-to-kuantan-part-ii.html' title='Trip to Kuantan Part II'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-2595763679621101302</id><published>2007-06-03T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:07:58.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Enjoyable Trip to Kuantan~~ Part I</title><content type='html'>Since my sai lou is staying in Kuantan and he had visited me couples of time, so this was my time to pay him a visit. I took the bus from Melaka to Kuantan that took off at 8am. Thanks to my parents who fetched me over to the bus station this early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ran fast on the road towards Kuantan. It was quite dangerous. The driver sometimes drove too fast. The road was bent like a snake. There were holes on the road and also cows crossing the road. It took me 6 hours to reach Kuantan. Wait... too fast... I forget to describe something on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus stopped at Bahau and Temerloh before reaching Kuantan. A malay guy sat beside me from Bahau to Temerloh. He slept on the way but I couldn't sleep. The malay guy slept and put his hand into his trousers. Oh my god, it seemed that he was holding his external organ... &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily he went down in Temerloh, I could not endure someone so... funny? strange? guy.. The road started to be more broad and smooth when the bus almost reached Kuantan. Kuantan looks like Melaka City, but with more Malay staying there. I somehow felt like I was going to Melaka instead of Kuantan. I called my sai lou to come to the bus station to fetch me. But he reached the station before me. I didn't notice he was behind him. He looked more matured and bigger in size(sure trained up a lot secretly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took me to eat reddish cake at a nearby stall since I not yet had my lunch. Weird thing was the reddish cake was with bean sprouts. Haha... 1st time. But it was delicious that I ate 90% of the cake, 10% for him only. I kept asking him to help me to finish but he said he was full. We then went to some shopping center to buy some groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai lou drove his brand new Myvy back to his house. It was a single storey terrance house. His grandmother was staying with his family, but since she was very old, she couldn't move much and only could sit on a chair. There was also a maid from Indonesia who took care of his grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai lou bedroom not big but not feeling hot during day and not feeling cold during nights. It was comfortable. His room was packed with many books and notes. The bed was just beside his reading table. Next to the table was a book shelf. The cupboard is next to his bed. Haha... Impatiently, I lied on his bed. Soft and comfortable. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, his mother and his aunt only came back from work. His mom looked young and beautiful. Forget to mention, he has a cousin staying with him as well. I could say, his cousin 99.99% looked like Chicken Little. Lol. With a round glasses and an almost round shape of  face. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(part I just include how I made it to Kuantan and a bit of description on his family and house. Do wait for the coming parts.. ^^")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-2595763679621101302?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/2595763679621101302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=2595763679621101302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2595763679621101302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2595763679621101302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/06/enjoyable-trip-to-kuantan-part-i.html' title='An Enjoyable Trip to Kuantan~~ Part I'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-300670671144281226</id><published>2007-05-25T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T00:27:47.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The road not taken =.="</title><content type='html'>I still remember when we were still in secondary school, we had this poem that we needed to study. The poem is about the difficulty in choosing the right path in life. One would want to look as far as he could what the paths would bring in the future. But the roads are always blocked with many obstacles. The only way to look what beyond the path is by taking the path. But there are some problems following after you have made up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You could not turn back if you have taken the path. You could not reverse the time. (A doraemon is a must to reverse time but this could be just a dream) The path that you take would affect your whole life. You cannot simply take a U-turn to back to the junction again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What would you miss if you didn't take the other path. Who knows? Only God would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What if the path is filled with many obstacle? Could you take the challenge? Could you find the right solution for the problems you would meet in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Study also requires people to take decision. And also many would take a wrong turn or would be still waiting uncertainly at the junction, wondering around which is the best path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have chosen a path. But on my way, things get a bit confusing and misguiding. Many people start to give different opinions. I am a person who could be easily blown away even though by a small wind. Any person's advices I would take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I have chosen the path. And like the poet told us, we cannot turn back once we had chosen a path. Just hope I really made the right decision and everything would go on smoothly. I would pray hardly to my God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me STRENGTH to continue on... And please bless my family members always in the pink of health so that they can give me more supports. And also please everything go on smoothly without much problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I don't give God more works to do. Guess I am just a spoiled person under God's blessings and protection...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-300670671144281226?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/300670671144281226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=300670671144281226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/300670671144281226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/300670671144281226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/05/road-not-taken.html' title='The road not taken =.=&quot;'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-548227136497408995</id><published>2007-05-16T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:36:27.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day..... Did i screw up?</title><content type='html'>Just noticed today is Teacher's Day when i went out this morning. Loafing around the shopping center didn't help me to spend my time. Wonder how others can spend hours and hours loafing around. Suddenly, my body controlled my mind to go to a place where I seldom go to. My primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the school compound and saw many kids on the basketball courts. I thought they were having assembly. I asked the guard on duty and she told me they were having a celebration on Teacher's Day. I just looked from far. There were some activities carried out. Both teachers and students joined in the activities. I also saw some ex-classmates in form 6 helping in the activities. They were temporary teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some teachers changed to sport clothes, but some didn't. The winning team won prizes- some snacks. Even though I just watched from far, I could feel the excitement as well. The students cheered loudly for their teachers and friends. How I miss this. I just hope I could experience again playing games with teachers. But I would be the one who made the whole team lose..... &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I rushed to a book shop to buy a card and wrote something without thinking long. Guess I should be more careful. I wrote this in the card- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all teachers who taught me. All of you and the memories, nice or bad, I would never forget.  Omg....what I was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I should write in Mandarin. (but i forget lots of the words)&lt;br /&gt;2) Why bad memories also need to be remembered?  ARRRR.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope teachers won't misunderstand this. Even though some are bad memories but they were the ones who made me to keep on study hard without giving up. I think I need to add something else in the card. But I already gave Miss Leong, our primary class teacher. She even sticked it on the whiteboard in the stuff room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god..... If give me another chance, I would write this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all teachers who taught me or not, I wish you all always in the pink of health and always happy. All of you, sweet memories which made me to enjoy my primary school life and also bad ones which taught me not to give up easily, I would never forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I screwed up already... &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;ANYways..... Happy Teacher's Day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sick now... I guess I need to rest... &gt;&lt;")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-548227136497408995?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/548227136497408995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=548227136497408995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/548227136497408995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/548227136497408995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-teachers-day-did-i-screw-up.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day..... Did i screw up?'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-2175981921529813265</id><published>2007-05-13T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:06:51.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love You</title><content type='html'>Looking at the tittle, I guess many would feel surprised. Wondering if I am in loved? Or a new girl friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you would be wrong. This phrase "I love you" not only can say to your girl/boy friend or between a husband and his wife. Then you may ask to whom I am saying this. The answer is very simple. Today is the 2nd week of May. Yes, it's Mothers' Day today. So I Love You, MOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never say to her before this phrase. Many guys feel emberessing to say it loud even though to their own girl friends. Guess I am in the group as well. But we not only can speak, we can take action to show how we love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still a kid, I made a card for mom. That time my sisters were busy in their rooms and parents at downstairs taking care of the business. So i made use of my studying time to make a card. I drawn and colored as nice as I could (since my drawings is horrible). Then I put the card in her room before they slept. Next morning, mom with a happy face told me that I wrote something wrongly on the card. It should be from Yew Hong (me, of course!) but not to Yew Hong. Haha... So I did carelessly wrote wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me which song that I love most from Jay Chou. Then he asked if I like "Listen to Mom" while laughing. I suddenly turned a bit down. What's wrong with the song. It is a nice song as well as the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 小朋友你是否有很多顽抗&lt;br /&gt;为什么别人在那看漫画&lt;br /&gt;我却在学画画&lt;br /&gt;对这钢琴说话别人在玩游戏&lt;br /&gt;我却在躲在家背abc&lt;br /&gt;我说我要一架大大的飞机&lt;br /&gt;我却得到一只旧旧螺旋机&lt;br /&gt;为什么要听妈妈的话&lt;br /&gt;长大后你就会开始懂得这段话&lt;br /&gt;长大后我开始明白&lt;br /&gt;为什么我跑得比别人快&lt;br /&gt;飞得比别人高&lt;br /&gt;将来大家看的都是我画的漫画&lt;br /&gt;大家唱的都是我写的歌&lt;br /&gt;妈妈的心她不让你看见&lt;br /&gt;温暖的事都在她心里面&lt;br /&gt;有空就得多摸摸她的手&lt;br /&gt;把手牵着一起梦游&lt;br /&gt;听妈妈的话别让她受伤&lt;br /&gt;想快快长大才能保护她&lt;br /&gt;美丽的白发幸福中发芽&lt;br /&gt;天使的魔法温暖中慈祥&lt;br /&gt;在你的未来音乐是你的王牌&lt;br /&gt;那王牌谈的恋爱&lt;br /&gt;而我不想把你教坏&lt;br /&gt;还是听妈妈的话吧&lt;br /&gt;晚年再恋爱吧&lt;br /&gt;我知道你未来的路&lt;br /&gt;干嘛比我更清楚&lt;br /&gt;你因为太多学习的同学在这块写东写西&lt;br /&gt;但我建议最好听妈妈我会用功读书&lt;br /&gt;用功读书怎么会从我嘴巴说出&lt;br /&gt;不想你输所以要叫你用功读书&lt;br /&gt;妈妈挑给你的毛病你要好好的收着&lt;br /&gt;因为不知道是我要告诉她我还留着&lt;br /&gt;对了我会遇到我(周润发?)&lt;br /&gt;所以你对跟同学炫耀赌神未来是你爸爸&lt;br /&gt;我找不到你写的情书&lt;br /&gt;你喜欢的要承认因为我会了解你会在操场上牵她&lt;br /&gt;你会开始喜欢唱流行歌&lt;br /&gt;因为张学友开始准备唱吻别&lt;br /&gt;听妈妈的话别让她受伤&lt;br /&gt;想快快长大才能保护她&lt;br /&gt;美丽的白发幸福总发芽&lt;br /&gt;天使的魔法温暖中慈祥&lt;br /&gt;听妈妈的话别让她受伤&lt;br /&gt;想快快长大才能保护她&lt;br /&gt;长大后我开始明白为什么我&lt;br /&gt;跑得比别人快飞得比别人高&lt;br /&gt;将来大家看的都是我画的漫画&lt;br /&gt;大家唱的都是我写的歌&lt;br /&gt;妈妈的心她不让你看见&lt;br /&gt;温暖的事都在她心里面&lt;br /&gt;有空就得多摸摸她的手&lt;br /&gt;把手牵着一起梦游&lt;br /&gt;听妈妈的话别让她受伤&lt;br /&gt;想快快长大才能保护她&lt;br /&gt;美丽的白发幸福中发芽&lt;br /&gt;天使的魔法温暖中慈祥☆..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hB_zJmef70U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hB_zJmef70U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hB_zJmef70U&lt;br /&gt;(credits to Jay Chou, the producer of the mtv &amp;amp; also who share this mtv in youtube)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though sometimes your mom would be mumbling around your ears... But it is for your own good..&lt;br /&gt;Do respect them and love them as she was the one who gave birth to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough say. I think deep bottom of everyone's heart the love for your mom exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!! I love you, Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-2175981921529813265?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/2175981921529813265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=2175981921529813265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2175981921529813265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2175981921529813265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-you.html' title='I love You'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-3930449666936822954</id><published>2007-05-06T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T12:53:37.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~&gt;* Whatever *&lt;~</title><content type='html'>These fews weeks no ideas to write anything here... Now keep on thinking what to write.. Maybe I would just share something I encounter this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you want to buy something, but the problem is that the market is slow, what would you do? What would you do to ensure you will get it in short time? Increase the price u offer to buy the thing? This is logical thing to do right? But some "stupid guys" who don't have the money to buy scolded  me for raising the price. Did I do wrongly? This is business. I think those guys don't know even anything about business. This was what I faced when playing my online game to buy something. I just could say they are "sozai", immature and well..... Idiots... Maybe I too rude on them? But they the ones who started this. So I don't have to apologize to them. But I have to feel pity on them. Still think like small babies. Pity~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I was offered to study for Chemical and Biomolecular Engineering in both NUS and NTU. Parents said they would support me, financially and mentally (thanks...). As well as my sisters who care about me. But have to stay at a foreign country (maybe for 7 years) is quite a big challenge for me. Since I like my home and my comfy bed. But still life has to keep on. And I was told from young that education would bring you to higher peaks. So all these years hard works did pay off, I guess. Many things need to be done, be prepared and planned. Just hope everything will go smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Wonder if I am being offered to replace our chemistry teacher, Puan Chong  while she is in holidays after giving birth. Just hope wouldn't have hard feelings with a friend who want to teach as well. I feel bored staying at home doing nothing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Meeting friends is nice. Since would have many things to share about. But something would always spoil this good time. I don't want to talk much on this. I just feel that the distance between me and my friends has grown longer. Sigh, what to do... I not a social-type guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I would stop here. Take a nap 1st.. Hope the tv programmes would have something interesting later to accompany for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~!&lt;br /&gt;-TidusZai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-3930449666936822954?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/3930449666936822954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=3930449666936822954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/3930449666936822954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/3930449666936822954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/05/whatever.html' title='~&gt;* Whatever *&lt;~'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-6919900881260206426</id><published>2007-04-24T06:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:39:47.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was being tagged..... &gt;&lt;"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Thanks to someone who TAGGED me..... &gt;.&lt;" for those who not sure what is going on... I will explain by copying down from Gail's blog.....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"Each person starts out by telling 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write (in their own blog) 6 weird things as well and state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave each of them a comment letting them know you tagged them and the cycle goes on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I need to share 6 weird things... But weird things about me? o.0&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if it is weird... Just some maybe my friends don't know about them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;1)Do you know what... During school days I slept more than 10 hours per day? Including the time at night for sure.. add another 4~5 hours taking nap... But during weekends...My sleeping time reduced to 6~8 hours only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I can sleep with the radio on and light on..... Weird is it? Wonder if I knew what I was listening to the radio...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe too tired... Or music makes me more sleepy? ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I afraid of dark... What? A guy not suppose to afraid of dark? Should be brave?  0.0" Then i ask you... U like walking around when you cannot see at all?  Not for me.. I feel insucure... Who knows what might happen... A thief? A kidnapper? Fall into a holes? Knocked down by cars? Or something even scarier? &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4)I am picky on food... This my biggest problem if I shift out from my lovely home.. &gt;&lt;" I like fish ball but not fish.. Like chicken but never ever like steamed ones... Some veges only I eat.. Especially those that will give fragrant smell after eating... Love most egg and tofu... ^^"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)A glass of milk a day makes the doctor away... I always have at least one cup of milk per day... But guess I over drank it till my cholesterol level is not healthy... Guess I need to cut down on milk....T.T   Finally the last one... Let see... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)I revised only 2 weeks before exams... During school days except going for tuition, I would take a sleep.. Like I said I can sleep even with the radio and light on... So don't think I am revising in the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not believe? Never mind one..... haha...  Now for the moment I am waiting for... Wonder who would be tagged..... &lt;br /&gt;1)Sam Lim http://babysamlim.blogspot.com/ (one of my sai lou... ^^")&lt;br /&gt;2)Becher  http://effect.spaces.live.com/ (good friend)&lt;br /&gt;3)PrinceMickky http://princesmickky.blogspot.com/ (my lovely sis)&lt;br /&gt;4)Yi Tyeng http://yityengoh.blogs.friendster.com/life_in_perth/&lt;br /&gt;5)Hwey Shan http://shanyl33_tauriii.blogs.friendster.com/_turiii_leg3nd_/2007/01/_blog_blogging_.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to NUS for Chemical Engineering... A lot things need to be settled... sigh ...&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/550862317097638630-6919900881260206426?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/6919900881260206426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=6919900881260206426' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/6919900881260206426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/6919900881260206426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-being-tagged.html' title='I was being tagged..... &gt;&lt;&quot;'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-1341161386786581551</id><published>2007-04-23T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:13:16.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part II</title><content type='html'>We went to another big hall with many stalls selling Mp3, Mp4, other not so popular branded Pcs... It was much worse here... Since everyone like us... Wanted to find an exit... The crowd was big as the walking passages were not big enough... And everyone moving slow to avoid steeping on others' feet... My 2nd sis and I were drown in the crowd... Not enough air to breathe in... &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we found an exit... Even though there were still many to see... But we gave up...It was so tiring... &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis went to order the Pc she saw at the 1st hall... So i waited outsite... Kor and 2nd sis followed him... Then i called a friend who is in KL.... I wondered if he was here... I called him... He was here... He was taking photos for newspaper.. Haha... But he looked different from the picture I saw before... Long hair tied.. Lol...He said he needed to be looking neat... It is quite nice also... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left him without telling him since he was busy taking photos... Leng Lui Photos that is... /gg&lt;br /&gt;We had our... ummm... Was it dinner or lunch if it was 4:00 pm? We missed our lunch... We decided not to have anything when back home...Since everyone were tired... So we had our lunch+dinner (lun-ner ^^") at Pizza Hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I took trains back Tampin... Thanks to my sisters and ah kor who took me around KL... It was a nice memory... I won't forget it.. Haha... Thanks o... I would come up again if got time.. ^^" I promised would treat you in Kam Gary Restaurant with my salary... Speaking of my salary.. Wonder when I would get it.... &gt;&lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-1341161386786581551?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/1341161386786581551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=1341161386786581551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1341161386786581551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/1341161386786581551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/04/part-ii.html' title='Part II'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-3599648542165526166</id><published>2007-04-17T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:56:29.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Exp in KL~ ^^ (Part I)</title><content type='html'>Well... since on 13 - 15th, there would be a PC fair in KLCC, I decided to go to my sisters' house and follow them to the fair. At 1st, I thought of going KL by bus. But in the end, my parents fetched me to my sisters' house. They wanted to bring dinner for them. Thanks to my parents, they looked tired. But they were worried of me since it would be my 1st time to KL alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached my sisters' house a bit late, at about 9pm++ since there was traffic jam. Lucky I refused to drive to KL at the 1st time. I might get lost in KL. The other drivers were scary also. Everyone in a hurry so they drove dangerously. Dad almost knocked down a motorcyclist. After my sisters and Kok Seong (my sis Bf, i call him Kor) finished the dinner mom cooked for them, my parents left. They seemed to forget something. Me!! (Lol, just joking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, (satruday~ forget to tell I went KL on friday)my 2nd sis still had to work. So "cham" she needs to work during saturdays. Kor and I went to her office to visit her working place.. Since I no camera with me that time, I was so regret. Her office is not the same with the office we always see in TV. All are wooden made. It looks like a house more than an office. It is also very high-class. I will try to get the picture if I go visit again. Just hope I am allowed to do so. It is so nice... My ideal house... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eldest sister, Kor and I went to the TESCO since it was the earliest shopping center opened at the area. My sister bought some groceries. Next, we went to the CURVE, another shopping center next door. When we just entered, we saw a pair of nice shoes. Surprisingly, the shoes are said to be can help diabetes patients. What shocked us next was the price. Guess how much one pair of shoes cost... 1 tip... U can buy a brand new mobile phone with it. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Weekend Market outsite the shopping center. There were many stalls selling shirts, decorative things, toys etc. Sis bought a pair of trousers from there. Then we went to Kim Gary restaurant to have our lunch. Luckily, Kor thought of booking for a table at the restaurant. There were many customers. We ordered our food while waiting my 2nd sis to come from her working place. The food was nice. I gave it 9.99 points out of 10. Nothing is perfect and suits me except mom's cooking... hehe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my sisters went to a store to buy a handbag. It took them quite a long time to decide to buy or not. Since the salesgirl refused to give them a discount. While waiting, I went to a bookshop next door. A book caught my attention. "If you are a Malaysian ...." is the tittle of the book. It is very funny and accurately describes what Malaysians always do. One of the part is talking about the Man-glish, the combination between  Mandrin and english. I remembered some examples...&lt;br /&gt;Proper English (E) Mand-glish (M)&lt;br /&gt;E: I would be in deep trouble.&lt;br /&gt;M: Die lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Hold on please.&lt;br /&gt;M: Wait a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always use this in daily talking and in SMS, Msn etc... Guess I need to improve my english and avoid using these again... After a long day shopping for stuffs, we went back with the car almost full. ^^" Need say thank you for my 2nd sis and Kor for driving us around especially after a long day shopping. We played a nice computer game at home before slept. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, is the time to go to the PC fair. Very exciting. I hoped I could buy my dream handphone there with a cheaper price. We reached there before the fair started, but there were a lot of ppl waiting like us. The crowd grow bigger when almost the time. We had to squeeze ourselves in the crowd when it had opened. We used 2 hours to negotiate with that tricky Sony Ericsson salesman. He was trying his best to convince us to buy. Whereas my sisters and Kor kept on asking for free gifts. Lol... I just quiet at there. Finally I bought the w810i with rm900+ and sister also bought z??? with about rm1k. It tool us 2 hours there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget to tell, the fair was so big. It consists of 7~8 big ball rooms. Many salesperson trying to attract customers. There were also some sexy, hot young girls helping to promote the products ;) Sis bought a 3 in 1 machine that can photocopy, scan and one more function that I forgot. It also took 2 hours negotiating with the salesgirls. My eldest sis and Kor sure gave them a busy time. Lol.. My 2nd sis and I went other place while waiting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued next blog~ ^^v)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-3599648542165526166?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/3599648542165526166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=3599648542165526166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/3599648542165526166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/3599648542165526166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/04/nice-exp-in-kl-part-i.html' title='A Nice Exp in KL~ ^^ (Part I)'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-2832576105683285932</id><published>2007-04-06T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T16:36:43.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or Not to be</title><content type='html'>Finally... One more week to go... Teaching those students that make me want to faint..... Not because of their academics but...... NOISY......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... last week I walked off the class without a word seemed to have some effects... They started to not to make noisy... That's good to hear.. But still.... I taught myself... They did their work at behind... I just endured them... This their lost... Why do I need to care? I am not the one who will sit for SPM..... well.. not again... &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well.. I enjoy teaching myself... Only some copied down my notes... I was so grateful... At least I didn't waste my time copy down all the notes on the blackboard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a teacher doesn't mean u only teach in class..... There are many works waiting u in stuff rooms.. This what I knew after taught for 3 weeks... Now I only understood why some teachers didn't go in our class.. I should say sorry 1st for all teachers.... Sorry~ T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the new system introduced in the school..... every form teachers need to fill in the marks for the exams into the pc for analyzing their performance... But many teachers went to courses and this made the analyzing cannot be done.. Still have to wait for them to come back... Also only certain computers have the new function...So many teachers would be queuing up to use the pc... Sometimes when I was visiting some webs, I had to give other teachers to use.. Well... The job is more important... I just wanted to spend my free time...^.^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... Just one more week to go.. My parents asked me to continue to teach to replace Puan Chong when she is in her holidays... Chemistry is my favorite... But can I teach chemistry? Teaching and learning are different stories.. And a friend wishes to replace her and already sent his application to the assistant principal... But she asked me if I want to continue or not... sigh~ choices again... I really don't like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be or not to be?? &gt;.&lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-2832576105683285932?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/2832576105683285932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=2832576105683285932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2832576105683285932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/2832576105683285932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or Not to be'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-4197048769453886734</id><published>2007-03-30T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:35:17.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Finally Did It.. ^^v</title><content type='html'>Donno why I felt like wanted to scold people today.... Hmm.....Wonder why..... Not enough sleep? Nah... Stress? Maybe.. who knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went in a class.. Still got some students still having their recess... Then I took the time to copy some notes for them while waiting for them. The recess time was over and they still not yet back... I felt like going to the canteen and sweep them back to their class.. I endured only... Kept telling I needed to cool down.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few minutes later, all students finally back... I acted like nothing happen and started my teaching... When I was teaching, some were talking behind... I just gave them warnings to stop making noise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought back something... What some teachers told me... You did your best to teach... Your teaching skills maybe (I think I am) bad..... But you are not trained to teach.. You did your best so don't have to scared get scolded or something else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I thought of using silent treatment... When I heard of some noises, I would stopped my teaching... They stopped talking, then I continued back... Again and again, the silent period never lasted long.. But I didn't want to scold anything... Why do I need to scold? I only make me suffer.. One day salary also not enough to pay to see a doctor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I copied down other notes..... And then time had over.. I asked them for extra 5 minutes to explain a little bit more since they were going to library... When I was explaining... I looked behind.. Some students playing with their handphones.... Some busy tidying their bags to go to the library...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... I finally did it.... I stopped explaining... Take my stuff..... Then without saying anything I left the class... Why? Since I already taught my best.....And they didn't want to appreciate this.. Why should I give them face? Some teachers told me I was not strict enough on them...So they now wanted to over my head.. I just kept on giving them face since they were big enough... I also wanted to have a good memory of teaching... So I always being nice to them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the class... Hoping they would felt sorry..... But not.. I heard some laughing..... Whatever... I told myself I would do this next time... Not giving face anymore.... You didn't respect me... Why should I respect you back? Don't think I am the always Mr Nice Guy... I had my temper.... Want to learn or not... Is not my problem.....I am not taking the test.... And during exams only knew begging me for help? I won't so nice if there were exams right now... Why? Because U MADE ME.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-4197048769453886734?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/4197048769453886734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=4197048769453886734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4197048769453886734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4197048769453886734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-finally-did-it-v.html' title='I Finally Did It.. ^^v'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-3515600595717566624</id><published>2007-03-25T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T15:39:49.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Wizard playing Tricks on me? =.=</title><content type='html'>wonder is it enough that 1 day has only 24 hours... Don't know why I felt sleepy after coming back to school and cannot control myself from taking a long nap everyday... Maybe the atmosphere of the school is filled with sleeping gas...zzzz &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And more the sleeping time, the more I feel tired.. Wonder why... Maybe is my body giving me a respond that I don't take care of him... hmm... anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time seems to be moving slowly when teaching..... especially the principal room is just next block... Who knows all the sudden he appears from nowhere and scold me..... Arr~! STRESS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky this week was exam week... So teaching could not be carried on.... I just need to guard those students who were sitting for their exams... It should be an easy work..... But not, especially those not serious students kept talking and playing even though it was exam time... I scolded them again and again till got certain time I exploded and scolded them very loudly till the class turned into a silent mute..... This would be better? Nah... They would give you a black face to see and stare at you like an enemy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I also lost control and scolded this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can play with you anytime anyway... But don't too over... And joke also need to see the time... This is exam time, to test your ability... You have to be serious... Don't give me brought face to see... You think I would want to scold you? Later I sore throat 1 day salary also not enough for me to see a doctor.. I scold you also have my reasons.. What if the principal or other teachers come? They would scold me for not being tough in my duties... Then you would be scolded also later... You want like this? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't realize I talked till like this... Maybe I was a student and now teaching.. So I know what students as well as teachers don't wan to have much trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further more, I noticed some students copying answer from their friends...What would you do if you are me? Hand them to the principal and give 0 mark to them? I was already very kind and nice to them...I just simply either kept an eye on him (who wan to copy answer) or changed their seats... These also gave me black face to see? I didn't take more strict action you should have thankful to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some even worse... Did what they want.... Like I was not around... I thrust them because they are in 1st class... but I was wrong... One read comics while in exam time..... How dare.. I walked slowly and quietly and caught him.... I just asked him to keep his comics and concentrate on the paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week of teaching only..... I could not endure much.. So many experience and incidents happened... Anytime and anywhere needed to worry about the principal would come to check... Guess that temporary teacher before me only taught for one week already quit due to this also.... See when I would be quiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully my friend, ah joing wants to take over Puan Chong who would be giving birth... I don't want teach chemisty a..... haha...so ..... good luck ah jiong~~ hehe ...^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Why not time wizard make my teaching time faster and my sleeping time slower..... &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/550862317097638630-3515600595717566624?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/3515600595717566624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=3515600595717566624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/3515600595717566624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/3515600595717566624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/03/wonder-is-it-enough-that-1-day-has-only.html' title='Time Wizard playing Tricks on me? =.='/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-7177814374648526544</id><published>2007-03-19T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:43:13.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another nightmare, yet another nice experience??</title><content type='html'>Sigh~ Had to wake up 6 o'clock in the morning really very annoying especially only 5 hours sleep.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I wore a long pants and a shirt, I headed to my secondary school, and started my day of teaching experience. When I reached, the assembly already started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god... I was late? The clock just showed 7.20am only... I only knew the assembly started at 7.15am.....Guess I would need to come earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the teachers' seats were too unusual to me especially when all others students facing me... Some teachers also came and congrats me... Some other teachers also quite surprised why i showed out at school.. Total of 10++ teachers asked me why I came.. &gt;&lt;"  "All teachers and students please stand up and sing the school songs..." said the prefect on duty to start the assembly... The students. umm... (my juniors?) sang the songs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "STOP!!!!!!!" shouted the principal...... Oh my god..... Everyone looked shocked... The students didn't sing loud and clear enough.... The songs were repeated few times until the students sang loud and clear.. Teachers have to stand up also for the half hour of singing... Some students fainted cause could not withstand the sun that were shining bright...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assembly went on quite... Quite smoothly when a teacher was corrected by the principal in front of all students..... I didn't want to say who's the teacher... I guessed he would be not happy today... He just didn't understand well what the principal said... &gt;&lt;"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the assembly had finished.. I went to the office to meet the assistant principal... She showed my table as well as what are my duties... Tomorrow she would introduce me to the principal cause he was busy today..I was afraid to meet him... T.T~~  With none of experience of teaching, I just could ask teachers around me.. Do this and that.. Now i just knew how a teacher's duty... Many and complicated... I needed to take attendance cause I would be a form teacher for one month time.. I needed to arrange for a students who met an accident and came back to schools...I needed to write an report what I taught daily...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most difficult part was teaching in class..... I didn't have any materials to teach.. So I just taught something I could figure out and let them self-study after a while (I just knew that teachers were not allowed to sit down during lessons or else the principal would scold... &gt;&lt;"... Lucky he was not around after the assembly...)  Tomorrow would be their exams.. And I could not help them since I also didn't know what questions would out .... I just entered 3 classes today... Different classes different story...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 5 cekal - some students were sleeping when I entered and I had to wake them up.. Some did their own works ... Only some copied down the notes I gave.. How I hoped the time went swiftly.. The principal room just  next block..... &gt;&lt;"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)5 Pintar... At least I knew some of them.....So I didn't have any problems with it...And also since I didn't have anything to teach, so I just gave them some notes for the 1st period and let them self-study for the 2nd period.. A group of students came and asked me how to study... I shared what I did..... and also what i faced... And some realities that were  cruel, hoping they would study hard for their SPM this year...I could felt friendliness among them... At least some "students" that I can chat with...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)1 Cekap..... A malay girl kept asking me private questions..... Are u married.. Are u this and that.. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;History... I didn't prepare for it and their exams were tomorrow... I just could pick important parts to ask them&lt;br /&gt;to memorize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... One day past, I slept till 7pm++ after back from school... Donno why I always feel tired after school.....&lt;br /&gt;Hope tomorrow will be a better day? Maybe.. But I scare nightmare would chase after me later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-7177814374648526544?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/7177814374648526544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=7177814374648526544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7177814374648526544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7177814374648526544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-nightmare-yet-another-nice.html' title='Another nightmare, yet another nice experience??'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-7570812140683587316</id><published>2007-03-16T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T11:48:59.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I having a sweet dream? Or nightmare awaits me?</title><content type='html'>Finally the results was out this morning... I cannot slept well yesterday night.. Keep on thinking what would I do&lt;br /&gt;if I fail badly.... I just forced myself to eat some noodles then went to school hoping for the best.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seemed like I reached there early.... Walking around school made me even felt want to jump off a building&lt;br /&gt;... Luckily Gail (my no.1 blog supporter) reminded me about the Bio books I borrowed from Bio teacher... I&lt;br /&gt;went back home to take... Then back to school again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still early that time... Saw Gail sitting with some friends... Hoping a chat with them would cheer me up a little...&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the office as told by her to give back the books..... But I seemed to have a bit short minded&lt;br /&gt;today... I forgot what the teacher looks like already.... &gt;&lt;" I think someone is laughing hard now.. T.T~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bio teacher was in Bilik Gerakan... I peeped into the room and there were many teachers...&lt;br /&gt;what i heard: Kok get straight As... Juz one A-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god... so geng.. I think I dont have any hope... I worried more..&lt;br /&gt;I walked back to Gail where she sat... Some other friends already arrived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Gan walked towards us with a big smile... Wonder how's my maths... I had some mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Gan: Gail, Chong... ok......&lt;br /&gt;Me: how ok, teacher??&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Gan: ok lor..... Got one miss.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart I knew it would be my Bio..... Cannot deny that I didn't prepare for Bio at all...&lt;br /&gt;At last... Opened slip time.. Our class teacher Puan Rajiv gave us the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open with friend was quite nervous...&lt;br /&gt;Oh MY GOD~ 4 flat... I so happy... but Bio...C+... This sure decreased some of my joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..... others still ok... I phoned to my family members and told them the good news...&lt;br /&gt;Then we enjoyed ourselves at Pizza Hut... ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after getting the results... A bigger problem awaits..... What to apply for University??&lt;br /&gt;I hope someone would help me to decide.. Or if there is form 7 then I 100% would continue my study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Nightmare went away.. Sweet dream come... But nightmare would come again.....&lt;br /&gt;I just can  hope I not get swollened by it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-7570812140683587316?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/7570812140683587316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=7570812140683587316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7570812140683587316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/7570812140683587316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/03/am-i-having-sweet-dream-or-nightmare.html' title='Am I having a sweet dream? Or nightmare awaits me?'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-8887211078473589017</id><published>2007-03-04T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T14:20:29.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the society getting SICK?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;eading the papers all these days kinda making me feel that the society is getting sicker and sicker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls getting pregnant as early as the age of 11~14... Boys and Girls.. U lost ur virgin that early??&lt;br /&gt;See what you have done to yourself... Having sex is enjoyable but the consequences without the knowledge??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;regnant, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ex diseases... Oh~ getting pregnant then how? Many would shout I WILL RESPONSIBLE...&lt;br /&gt;How many cases do the Guys Dump the Girls after knowing their girl will give birth after 9 months??&lt;br /&gt;How many girls have to give birth the babies and raise up the child alone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will RESPONSIBLE?? How do you earn money to raise up your child?? You are still studying and you still&lt;br /&gt;getting pocket money from ur parents... So... Rely on ur parents then? So this is called ur responsibility??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ I have sex with safety precaution, We are free from sex diseases~~&lt;br /&gt;So? Your Bfs will be sent to the court for Rapping you(girls)..&lt;br /&gt;Why? I will tell you why... You are still under age. Having sex while you are still underage then your Bfs&lt;br /&gt;will still be punished for Rapping even though u agree to have sex with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if unluckily your husband is being jailed and you give birth to a child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child: Mom, where's my Dad?&lt;br /&gt;How do you answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends/Families: Where's the father of your child??&lt;br /&gt;Will you answer like this? You: Being jailed for Rapping because I am still underage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..now is Guys' turn....&lt;br /&gt;I cannot deny on a report I read on magazines... Guys always think of sex and think more frequently then girls..&lt;br /&gt;And also with the Porn video that can be obtained easily in the market... Many tend to have sex to mimic and&lt;br /&gt;to enjoy.... But still there are reasons why these videos are classified by 18SX, that is only 18 &amp;amp; above only&lt;br /&gt;can watch..... Why? This is because by the age of 18, hopefully you already can think maturely and control yourself... But with this running in our mind..."Do 1st, think later" , there won't be so much rapping cases&lt;br /&gt;happening around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents also need to control your child...Teach them the right education.. Stop them from getting&lt;br /&gt;wrong ones from internet or friends... Parents have duty to have a chat with their children about this sex things&lt;br /&gt;in the right time.. Let them to know they have to protect themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... are u sick as well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-8887211078473589017?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/8887211078473589017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=8887211078473589017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/8887211078473589017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/8887211078473589017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-society-getting-sick.html' title='Is the society getting SICK?'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-4097888633697917269</id><published>2007-03-02T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:25:01.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What drive you to decide.....?</title><content type='html'>What drive you to decide which course u will take in applying for University or college??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Interest&lt;br /&gt;2)Future (high income, etc)&lt;br /&gt;3)Follow by popularity&lt;br /&gt;4)Follow friends&lt;br /&gt;5)Financial (family income, family financial problems)&lt;br /&gt;6)others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plz comment... thanks (no mood to blog since very "fan" on this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-4097888633697917269?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/4097888633697917269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=4097888633697917269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4097888633697917269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4097888633697917269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-drive-you-to-decide.html' title='What drive you to decide.....?'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-6833760873893093694</id><published>2007-02-23T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:58:27.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are U MAN??</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I have a chat with a friend in online games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: I go out have a smoke 1st. Chat later&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, smoking not good.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Hey, smoking very good.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ......&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know good for you but not good for your family or anyone near you...&lt;br /&gt;Him: U no smoke u not MAN.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do i need to prove i am MAN by smoking?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Smoking will make u MAN. So u not MAN&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I am sure I am MAN by my own ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I logged out the online game cause cannot endure this kind of stupidity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke will not make u look cooler or even MAN~ I saw some ladies also smoke, so they are WOMEN?&lt;br /&gt;I think any educated people will know what a cigarette contains.. And i don't want to say anything here&lt;br /&gt;because it will be like a essay-writing in schools... (what tar,nicotine  lar.. gives out this and that toxic gas lar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look cool or MAN , (what i think) should be thinking matured and not only due to the appearance..&lt;br /&gt;Do girls like guys smoking all the time to show he is MAN?&lt;br /&gt;You smoke cause u wan to show you are MAN? then teach ur child to start smoking to BE MAN enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say yes to either one of this... then i will have to kick you out of my house... No smoking allowed&lt;br /&gt;in my house.. and also DON'T EVER... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVER &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;smoke in front of me or else i will beat you up..&lt;br /&gt;U don't want to care ur health is ur problems but i know which is important and I CARE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you MAN enough to challenge me not to smoke for the whole of ur life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-6833760873893093694?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/6833760873893093694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=6833760873893093694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/6833760873893093694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/6833760873893093694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/02/are-u-man.html' title='Are U MAN??'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-5991343514546389549</id><published>2007-02-19T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T16:08:13.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boring CNY~</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is a happy holiday for most ppl but to me... It is so  BORING....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-5991343514546389549?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/5991343514546389549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=5991343514546389549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/5991343514546389549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/5991343514546389549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/02/boring-cny.html' title='A Boring CNY~'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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-550862317097638630.post-3058879495940606997</id><published>2007-02-13T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T16:19:06.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The History of Kissing...</title><content type='html'>I heard about this from a tv programme, so thinking to share with u guys and girls.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very long ago, during the Roman Empayer..... (donno when, since my history very bad)&lt;br /&gt;Men would always go out to do work, where else, Women would stay home doing household jobs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that  time, Women were not allowed to drink liqueur (bir, wine, etc... )...&lt;br /&gt;So to check whether Women drank liqueur, Men would sniff at women's mouth to check if she drank&lt;br /&gt;liqueur or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, this act "developed" till kissing to add the romance between couples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it... Or not... (Heheh... this not from Repley's o..... hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... U ppl out there, have found any girl friend (for guy of course xD) or boy friend (definately for girls)&lt;br /&gt;to spend the Valentine's Day ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this if you dare:&lt;br /&gt;U: I heard this story from a friend..... U believe?&lt;br /&gt;Her/Him: .... (whatever what she/he answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u is a guy....&lt;br /&gt;U: let me sniff to make sure u don't drink liqueur...&lt;br /&gt;(if she say yes...wait what..... kiss her... lolz.. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u is a girl...&lt;br /&gt;U: want to sniff my mouth like those men??&lt;br /&gt;(huhuh.. if he really that stupid only sniff ur mouth... wait what... go on and kiss him... )&lt;br /&gt;(if he is a smart guy, I think he won't let go of this good chance... haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NOTE: not yet tested by me of course, since I'm still single (will try this when i have a Gf..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;and also.....COPY RIGHT RESERVED... wan register this as my own master plan... huhuhu =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Hope all lovers can spend sweet time together during Valentine's Day... As usual I would juz alone at house&lt;br /&gt;watching tv and blog here... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I have a small chat box down there.. leave message there to chat with all our friends thanks~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-3058879495940606997?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/3058879495940606997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=3058879495940606997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/3058879495940606997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/3058879495940606997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/02/history-of-kissing.html' title='The History of Kissing...'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-5985767185112648095</id><published>2007-02-12T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T16:54:36.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I get HIRED as well as FIRED at the same day..</title><content type='html'>what a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad... Bad... Bad... BAD...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAD....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAD..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;day for me.....&gt;&lt;"~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning:&lt;br /&gt; wake up at 8am  to get ready to school  to get my spm cert.with Gail (a friend, visit her blog too... heh).. Both of us sat there few minutes to wait for the clerk to be free and could give us service... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the sudden, Mr Lee (our physic teacher) and the assistant principal showed out in the office... asking Gail if she interested in becoming a teacher for a while to replace a teacher... Since Gail already has a job, she rejected... They only asked me.. (looks like i juz the 2nd choice...) (lolz... hope Gail not mind seeing this) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok with me..... since i was still jobless and could gain new experiences... I filled the form happily and day dreaming a while..... wonder how to start teaching tomorrow... (wonder where Gail had gone to... &gt;&lt;"~ Left me at office and left school without telling...XD) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the school after that assistant principle told me that she would call me tonight to tell addition details... Then i went for a hair cut..... (chinese new year lor... need "ban leng leng"...)  Suddenly, my mobile phone rang.. I answered... then..... Ass. Principle: Chong? sorry Chong.. i juz called the Jabatan Pendidikan..... They said there will be a teaching coming.. so we don't need you to come tomorrow. Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; zzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bad day.... i get fired right away... &gt;&lt;"~.....  feeling a bit disappointed... and drinking Shandy.... I blogged here.....  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad... BAD.....BAD day...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-5985767185112648095?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/5985767185112648095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=5985767185112648095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/5985767185112648095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/5985767185112648095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-get-hired-as-well-as-fired-at-same.html' title='I get HIRED as well as FIRED at the same day..'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550862317097638630.post-4534282618867235266</id><published>2007-02-11T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T00:23:38.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day~</title><content type='html'>hi... I am Tidus Chong (^^"), live in a small town in Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time to this blog after  viewed my friend 's  blog here ...&lt;br /&gt;better than the old ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so only decided to shift here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 10am, even though 2 alarm clocks were ringing so loudly that it might bring down the house...&lt;br /&gt;I slept on 2am yesterday, after playing Ro with my kai sai lou.... Wonder why i slept till so late today...&lt;br /&gt;usually 8~9am already woke up... nvm this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, helped parents to vacumn the house, use that vacumn cleaner to "suck" up some spiders&lt;br /&gt;and unidentified insects... Wonder how the life inside that vacumn cleaner after invaded my lovely house..&lt;br /&gt;(Insects not welcomed here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down Melaka with family.. so strange... Those shopping center were not as crowded as i thought they&lt;br /&gt;would be since next week already Chinese New Year... Saw a friend in Jusco (but not 100% sure)...&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if she also noticed me.. Mom bought some ingredients for the CNY... Looks like i would be&lt;br /&gt;gaining weight later.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a belt I thought will be nice on me... Quite cheap... And the best of all: My favorite color- Blue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish all ppl who knows me.... Happy Chinese New Year... looks forward to gain some money to buy a new&lt;br /&gt;handphone (heh...parents finally say YES!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tidus v^.^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550862317097638630-4534282618867235266?l=tiduszai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/feeds/4534282618867235266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550862317097638630&amp;postID=4534282618867235266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4534282618867235266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550862317097638630/posts/default/4534282618867235266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduszai.blogspot.com/2007/02/1st-day.html' title='1st day~'/><author><name>TidusZai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678379114694176560</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
