<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721</id><updated>2009-11-25T08:34:24.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIGHT IN THE DARK NIGHT</title><subtitle type='html'>Living in a perfect world full-filled with many imperfections ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-1030034400949038118</id><published>2009-11-25T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:34:24.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love... is a dangerous game...</title><content type='html'>I want to introduce you guys a song, brand new song from Rihanna. This song described not only just how the russian train their soldier, but also telling you that this song "Russian Roulette" is a dangerous game of chance.... just like LOVE.... anyway, I love the silent feel of this song, it's amazing.... enjoy~ = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="457" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="518" src="http://cdn.springboard.gorillanation.com/storage/xplayer/yo033.swf" swliveconnect="true" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" flashvars="file=http://www.redbalcony.com/media/sconfig.php?vid=25875&amp;amp;width=518&amp;amp;height=457&amp;amp;pid=rb001&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;allowscriptaccess=always&amp;amp;usefullscreen=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna - Russian Roulette lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a Breathe, take a deal&lt;br /&gt;Calm yourself, he says to me&lt;br /&gt;If you play, you play for keeps&lt;br /&gt;Take the gun and count to three&lt;br /&gt;You're sweating now, moving slow&lt;br /&gt;No time to think, my turn to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can see my heart.. beating&lt;br /&gt;You can see it through my chest&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified, but I'm not leaving&lt;br /&gt;I know that I must pass this test&lt;br /&gt;So just pull the trigger.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer to yourself&lt;br /&gt;He says close your eyes, sometimes it helps&lt;br /&gt;And then I get a scary thought&lt;br /&gt;That he's here, means he's never lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can see my heart.. beating&lt;br /&gt;You can see it through my chest&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified, but I'm not leaving&lt;br /&gt;I know that I must pass this test&lt;br /&gt;So just pull the trigger.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my life flashes before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if I will ever see another sunrise&lt;br /&gt;So many won't get the chance to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But it's to late to think of the value of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can see my heart.. beating&lt;br /&gt;You can see it through my chest&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified, but I'm not leaving&lt;br /&gt;I know that I must pass this test&lt;br /&gt;So just pull the trigger.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-1030034400949038118?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/1030034400949038118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-is-dangerous-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/1030034400949038118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/1030034400949038118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-is-dangerous-game.html' title='Love... is a dangerous game...'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-198520852502133814</id><published>2009-11-15T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:17:08.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain.... in the memories....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SwAbYoJGroI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ESs7ZzUwW8M/s1600-h/raining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404349662751010434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SwAbYoJGroI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ESs7ZzUwW8M/s400/raining.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, something is missing in my heart very long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I want to find back that missing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I feel regret yet I feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I don't deserve that missing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I shouldn't write this blog and post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I should think further, look further and don't ever look and think back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I should follow my decision that I made from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, something that was there then gone by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I am sad but no any person on this planet could see through my heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, thing will getting better when time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you only could feel regret when everything is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there is no way to turn thing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you have to sacriface something in order to change for the thing that you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you can't own something that doen't belong to you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there is something I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I can choose the suitable way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I can change... to make myself a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one reason... because I want to make things better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this, take a deep breath, forget the past, think about the person you love and the things you have now.... have a nice day. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SwAaoYlOQlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fApZQS6YpFk/s1600-h/rain-shamrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404348833940259410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SwAaoYlOQlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fApZQS6YpFk/s400/rain-shamrock.jpg" /&gt;&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/5546960689030603721-198520852502133814?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/198520852502133814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain-in-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/198520852502133814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/198520852502133814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain-in-memories.html' title='Rain.... in the memories....'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SwAbYoJGroI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ESs7ZzUwW8M/s72-c/raining.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-4126510640705864747</id><published>2009-11-01T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:18:48.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Night at Curtin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SvEOjPIrWMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9_dQc8QQLcM/s1600-h/12659_169019570582_561695582_3221001_357153_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400113426715072706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SvEOjPIrWMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9_dQc8QQLcM/s400/12659_169019570582_561695582_3221001_357153_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, I went back to school at night with my gang for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... I suppose to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wear&lt;/span&gt; those weird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;costume (or turn myself become Dracula also can), but in the end.... nevermind la .... who care anyway?? haha... But there are many people really spent money and time to get the best costume award that night !!! except my gang.... lolx..(some of them turning themselve become zombie, witch, reaper, vampire, skull and cute bunny and angels for those cute girls???) In the beginning, the atmosphere of the party is quite good. But after few hours, I started to feel bore... lolx... anyway, I really enjoy watching the shows. = )&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/5546960689030603721-4126510640705864747?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/4126510640705864747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-night-at-curtin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/4126510640705864747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/4126510640705864747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-night-at-curtin.html' title='Halloween Night at Curtin'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SvEOjPIrWMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9_dQc8QQLcM/s72-c/12659_169019570582_561695582_3221001_357153_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-7091952445456829082</id><published>2009-10-26T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:50:20.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winners VS Losers</title><content type='html'>Winners have dreams;&lt;br /&gt;Losers have schemes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winners see the grains;&lt;br /&gt;Losers see the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winners see the potential;&lt;br /&gt;Losers see the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winners make it happen;&lt;br /&gt;Losers let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winners see possibilities;&lt;br /&gt;Losers see problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winners makes commitments;&lt;br /&gt;Losers makes promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winners are a part of the team;&lt;br /&gt;Losers are apart from the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner always has a programme;&lt;br /&gt;Loser always has an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner says "Let me do it for you";&lt;br /&gt;Loser says "That is not my job".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winners say "I must do something";&lt;br /&gt;Losers say "Something must be done".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner is always a part of the answer;&lt;br /&gt;Loser is always a part of the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner sees an answer for every problem;&lt;br /&gt;Loser sees a problem for every answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winners believe in win/win;&lt;br /&gt;Loser believe for them to win, someone has to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner says "It may be difficult but it is possible";&lt;br /&gt;Loser says "It may be possible but it is too difficult".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner makes a mistake. he says "I was wrong";&lt;br /&gt;Loser makes a mistake, he says "It wasn't my fault".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which type of person are you? = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SuXFGk3GTjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PnkyJhI8qZA/s1600-h/four-leaf-clover-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396936445238070834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SuXFGk3GTjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PnkyJhI8qZA/s320/four-leaf-clover-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-7091952445456829082?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/7091952445456829082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/10/winners-vs-losers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/7091952445456829082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/7091952445456829082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/10/winners-vs-losers.html' title='Winners VS Losers'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SuXFGk3GTjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PnkyJhI8qZA/s72-c/four-leaf-clover-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-6762068438433509002</id><published>2009-10-19T03:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:23:56.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Swift - Crazier</title><content type='html'>I don't even know since when... I started to listen this amazing song every second. Sound crazy right...??? well... this can describe my university life now, that is why really "Crazier" ... &lt;div&gt;enjoy.. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xpY49Q2mjw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xpY49Q2mjw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift - Crazier lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;Just let it flow&lt;br /&gt;Let it take me where it wants to go&lt;br /&gt;Til' you opened the door&lt;br /&gt;And there's so much more&lt;br /&gt;I'd never seen it before&lt;br /&gt;I was tryin' to fly but I couldn't find wings&lt;br /&gt;But you came along and changed everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lift my feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;You spin me around&lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier crazier&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm falling and I&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me&lt;br /&gt;Crazier Crazier Crazier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched from a distance as you&lt;br /&gt;Made life your own&lt;br /&gt;Every sky was your own kind of blue&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to know how that would feel&lt;br /&gt;And you made it so real&lt;br /&gt;You showed me something that I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;You opened my eyes and you made me believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lift my my feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;You spin me around&lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier crazier&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm falling and I&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier crazier crazier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you showed me what livin' is for&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hide anymore&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lift my feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;You take me away&lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier crazier&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm falling and I&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier crazier crazier&lt;br /&gt;Crazier Crazier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-6762068438433509002?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6762068438433509002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/10/taylor-swift-crazier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/6762068438433509002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/6762068438433509002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/10/taylor-swift-crazier.html' title='Taylor Swift - Crazier'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-8042203935508014871</id><published>2009-10-12T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T05:45:52.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Curtin Weekend - Trip to Long House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StLv6POwraI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YsJpelP6rOY/s1600-h/DSC00682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391635487715798434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StLv6POwraI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YsJpelP6rOY/s320/DSC00682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last weekend, I went to a special place that I never thought of.... LONG HOUSE !!! hmmm.. I came to Miri Sarawak just 2 and half months only then I have the chance to go to the long house... haha.. I am so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StL1plAQFRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hN2Rml6Ho4o/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391641798572512530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StL1plAQFRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hN2Rml6Ho4o/s320/DSC00683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Look at these lovely ladies behind me, aren't they cute? haha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually, I joined an event of the school (John Curtin Weekend) with my gang. This event is to go to a rural area to help those local community (the pure "Iban"). We painted their church, cut off the grass and cleaned their drain. Can you imagine that we are not cleaning a house, we are cleaning a very "long house". OMG, you have no idea how long is the drain is !! ...lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StMDO-qYLuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2IUzvESx2Kc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391656734766411490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StMDO-qYLuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2IUzvESx2Kc/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, we enjoyed ourselves very much to help the locals. And here, I would like to thank to the local family that take care of me. Thank you, despite everything is not as perfect as at home but I really taking there as home... haha... (don't laugh me ar... lolx)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StL5YXxdXsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MODel551fjM/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391645901009542850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StL5YXxdXsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MODel551fjM/s320/DSC00841.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;This is the grandfather of the family who take care of me..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some more pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StL7zhIExDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ss7zlBiJwhE/s1600-h/DSC00684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391648566400042034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StL7zhIExDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ss7zlBiJwhE/s320/DSC00684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StL-575i9TI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DFuMNTR9KM4/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391651975200961842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StL-575i9TI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DFuMNTR9KM4/s320/DSC00721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Have you guys seen a dandelion as big as this before?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StMA4JvEIXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3R43GAcfZo/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391654143578612082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StMA4JvEIXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/p3R43GAcfZo/s320/DSC00728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This picture was taken after I finished all the works, I am damn exhausted... lolx ...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StMClID51MI/AAAAAAAAAGw/p3pKqiXRf5U/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391656015734887618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StMClID51MI/AAAAAAAAAGw/p3pKqiXRf5U/s320/DSC00719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StL3el0TQMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SDAjGF87W6U/s1600-h/DSC00686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391643808835518658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StL3el0TQMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SDAjGF87W6U/s320/DSC00686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, I met the hero of Iban, haha... = )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StMkV42ImXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Yewh2YI1Okw/s1600-h/DSC00687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391693137347910002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StMkV42ImXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Yewh2YI1Okw/s320/DSC00687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-8042203935508014871?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/8042203935508014871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/10/john-curtin-weekend-trip-to-long-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/8042203935508014871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/8042203935508014871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/10/john-curtin-weekend-trip-to-long-house.html' title='John Curtin Weekend - Trip to Long House'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/StLv6POwraI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YsJpelP6rOY/s72-c/DSC00682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-8869841639422914602</id><published>2009-09-21T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T04:47:32.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teardrops On My Guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7DRtl6CTqc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7DRtl6CTqc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love this song ~ despite it is a sad song....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taylor Swift — Teardrops On My Guitar lyrics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me,&lt;br /&gt;I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;br /&gt;That I want and I'm needing&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet she's beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;That girl he talks about&lt;br /&gt;And she's got everything that I have to live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew talks to me,&lt;br /&gt;I laugh cause it's so damn funny&lt;br /&gt;That I can't even see&lt;br /&gt;Anyone when he's with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he's so in love,&lt;br /&gt;He's finally got it right,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew walks by me,&lt;br /&gt;Can't he tell that I can't breathe?&lt;br /&gt;And there he goes,&lt;br /&gt;So perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd better hold him tight,&lt;br /&gt;Give him all her love&lt;br /&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;And know she's lucky cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drive home alone,&lt;br /&gt;As I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;I'll put his picture down and maybe&lt;br /&gt;Get some sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;He's the time taken up,&lt;br /&gt;But there's never enough&lt;br /&gt;And he's all that I need to fall into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me,&lt;br /&gt;I fake a smile so he won't see &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-8869841639422914602?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/8869841639422914602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/09/teardrops-on-my-guitar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/8869841639422914602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/8869841639422914602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/09/teardrops-on-my-guitar.html' title='Teardrops On My Guitar'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-4619851719980570348</id><published>2009-09-07T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:08:13.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarawak Oil Palm Berhad Site Visit</title><content type='html'>Last saturday I went to Sarawak Oil Palm factory nearly an hour drive from campus. But unfurtunately, IT WAS A RAINY DAY... OK la.. nevermind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXH69-6qkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Mw-yW7AAoPI/s1600-h/DSCN4800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378925145848719938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXH69-6qkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Mw-yW7AAoPI/s320/DSCN4800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The factory is quite.... DIRTY.... but interesting, the first time ever I stepped into a oil palm factory to see how it manufacture. As an future engineer, I was very excited that time.. ( haha )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXIv2yOZ0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/cNUVSzsFAlI/s1600-h/DSCN4811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378926054449506114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXIv2yOZ0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/cNUVSzsFAlI/s320/DSCN4811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXIqW-puNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hQ4ekREOsI0/s1600-h/DSCN4809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378925960012347602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXIqW-puNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hQ4ekREOsI0/s320/DSCN4809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXIj0Yn_3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/AqjKJFjd8ZQ/s1600-h/DSCN4806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378925847646830450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXIj0Yn_3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/AqjKJFjd8ZQ/s320/DSCN4806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found it quite interesting to see those weird machines work. I think that is the purpose for all the engineering student to take this unit. Here have some more pictures..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXJxn_7WJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/b2k0BrdKmfs/s1600-h/DSCN4857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378927184351811730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXJxn_7WJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/b2k0BrdKmfs/s320/DSCN4857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXJqfUiFJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/a3rkOB9ZnBI/s1600-h/DSCN4847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378927061763232914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXJqfUiFJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/a3rkOB9ZnBI/s320/DSCN4847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXJjfWk9PI/AAAAAAAAAFY/idzyR4sm5mA/s1600-h/DSCN4829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378926941512725746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXJjfWk9PI/AAAAAAAAAFY/idzyR4sm5mA/s320/DSCN4829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXJacKd3KI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8JdwG2s6MN0/s1600-h/DSCN4814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378926786037800098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXJacKd3KI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8JdwG2s6MN0/s320/DSCN4814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks for my group leader to give me these photos... = )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXKZiVY1JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YJMS-gLxSWA/s1600-h/DSCN4864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378927870025979026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXKZiVY1JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YJMS-gLxSWA/s320/DSCN4864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-4619851719980570348?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/4619851719980570348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/09/sarawak-oil-palm-berhad-site-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/4619851719980570348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/4619851719980570348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/09/sarawak-oil-palm-berhad-site-visit.html' title='Sarawak Oil Palm Berhad Site Visit'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqXH69-6qkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Mw-yW7AAoPI/s72-c/DSCN4800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-2955096004407903115</id><published>2009-09-05T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:47:54.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Story to Share</title><content type='html'>This is a forward email that I received from one of my friends, it is quite meaningfull and that the reason why I posted it here... enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite! When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the toast. And I'll never forget what he said. 'Baby, I love burned toast.' Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night, and I asked him if he really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, 'Debbie, your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides-a little burnt toast never hurt anyone! You know, life is full of imperfect things...and imperfect people. I'm not the best housekeeper or cook.' What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each other's faults - and choosing to celebrate each other's differences - is the one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship. Burnt toast should never be a deal breaker. We could extend this to any relationship in fact - as understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!!" Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket - but into your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;People will always forget what you do, and they will always forget what you say, but they will never, ever forget the way you make them feel ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last paragraph is quite meaningfull... think about it... = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqJYElf9baI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1RBA-FePDtw/s1600-h/purpleRoseNosegaySMALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377957740842675618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqJYElf9baI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1RBA-FePDtw/s320/purpleRoseNosegaySMALL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-2955096004407903115?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2955096004407903115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/2955096004407903115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/2955096004407903115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-story.html' title='A Little Story to Share'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SqJYElf9baI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1RBA-FePDtw/s72-c/purpleRoseNosegaySMALL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-4454495641164633716</id><published>2009-08-07T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:14:52.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Outside The Box..</title><content type='html'>Last friday, I attended Malaysian Studies...(ya.. I have to study that useless subject.. AGAIN)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning.... I though I going to have another boring hours, but luckily... the lecturer is good enough to entertain me... haha... he entertained me by using this picture, and he made me get interested...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys... lets have a look at this picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SoAUbYRpNRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nbQmibBb8g0/s1600-h/Pic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368313216431109394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SoAUbYRpNRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nbQmibBb8g0/s320/Pic+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now... try use ONLY 4 LINES.. to cross all these dots... haha... think of it before continue reading..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you could get it right, then I would say... you are good! then no need to continue reading my blog lu.. haha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems impossible right, most of the human try to think or find a way to solve this kind of puzzle... but unfortunately, only few people manage to THINK OUT OF THE BOX??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For those desperate to get answer..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why we unable to find a way??? is it because we are stupid? or this makes our brain stuck? or we are too clever enough untill can't do the easy thing??! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there is nothing wrong with our brain.(offcourse la) It's just that we didn't use different way of viewing and thinking. Thinking outside the box is to think differently, unconventionally or from a new perspective. Out-of-the box thinking requires an openness to new ways of seeing the world and a willingness to explore. Out-of-the box thinkers know that new ideas need nurturing and support. They also know that having an idea is good but acting on it is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually from my personal view, I think that if we could think and view like a out-of-the box thinkers will be a very great thing. This will not only help in solving skills, but it only could be used in daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do my passage give you a hint? haha... lets see the answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of many solutions to the puzzle is to go beyond the boundaries to link all dots in 4 straight lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SoAa_ZgzTsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-hmmTGMD53U/s1600-h/Pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368320432308178626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SoAa_ZgzTsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-hmmTGMD53U/s320/Pic+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hopes this would change your way of thinking... have a nice day. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-4454495641164633716?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/4454495641164633716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/08/think-outside-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/4454495641164633716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/4454495641164633716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/08/think-outside-box.html' title='Think Outside The Box..'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SoAUbYRpNRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nbQmibBb8g0/s72-c/Pic+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-5812466973822817849</id><published>2009-08-01T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:43:56.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In Miri Town</title><content type='html'>Well, I started to go to school last monday. All the lectures are interesting, honestly. I am doing well here and everything is good going.... EXCEPT 2 THINGS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1,&lt;br /&gt;H . O . T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys sure have no idea how high is the temperature in here, Miri. I would say...OMG.... I am living in hell... that is why my face getting darker and darker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SnT5nRCKBjI/AAAAAAAAADI/U2EP0n16GDc/s1600-h/IMG0093A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365187509087766066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SnT5nRCKBjI/AAAAAAAAADI/U2EP0n16GDc/s320/IMG0093A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the strong evidence that prove my statement is true ... the sky is burn like hell....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Number 2,&lt;br /&gt;M . O . S . Q . U . I . T . O . S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to... SCREW ALL ANNOYING MOSQUITOS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SnUr_R8-CKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dh8wrIuNkwk/s1600-h/skeeter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365242897232693410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SnUr_R8-CKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dh8wrIuNkwk/s320/skeeter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You have no idea how those damn mosquito chased me around no matter where I am... that is why I always keeps my door lock, not because of prevent thief coming in but prevent those army of mosquitos... LOLX..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to Miri town last saturday with my friends. (finally) I went there to settle my cheap Celcom Broadband... then finally, I am now able to online...&lt;/p&gt;here is some pictures that I took in Miri town,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SnUvfLfEWII/AAAAAAAAADY/bEtb4SJpuWU/s1600-h/IMG0096A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365246743787362434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SnUvfLfEWII/AAAAAAAAADY/bEtb4SJpuWU/s320/IMG0096A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SnUwDH4EjXI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ra7PrGpXroU/s1600-h/IMG0095A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365247361293782386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SnUwDH4EjXI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ra7PrGpXroU/s320/IMG0095A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365247835523692466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SnUweuhSt7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/bkuik1eR58Y/s320/IMG0096A.jpg" /&gt; Back in school, I started to study some of my lecture notes since I have all the lecture notes already. Everything in school is good and I enjoying it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I ate at school cafe... quite good also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SnUx3SbugoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6ZGkkMA9K-w/s1600-h/IMG0092A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365249356992512642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SnUx3SbugoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6ZGkkMA9K-w/s320/IMG0092A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SnUyF2V4WtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/COdlkkFm27o/s1600-h/IMG0090A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365249607149837010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SnUyF2V4WtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/COdlkkFm27o/s320/IMG0090A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-5812466973822817849?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/5812466973822817849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-in-miri-town.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/5812466973822817849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/5812466973822817849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-in-miri-town.html' title='Life In Miri Town'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SnT5nRCKBjI/AAAAAAAAADI/U2EP0n16GDc/s72-c/IMG0093A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-8545388743328179794</id><published>2009-07-24T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:29:48.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtin University of Technology Orientation Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SmpwNUjtzUI/AAAAAAAAACg/68yLjH1TBcQ/s1600-h/IMG0057A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362221680497118530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SmpwNUjtzUI/AAAAAAAAACg/68yLjH1TBcQ/s320/IMG0057A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well guys... I arrived at Miri last sunday early in the morning. (I woke up at 5.00am you know)... Then after that I though one of the curtin officer will come to the airport and pick me up, I waited for half an hour there and nobody show up...zzzzz... so I running out of patience and no more Mr nice guy, I immediately ran to the taxi and move straight to my hostel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived &lt;strong&gt;Curtin University of Technology Sarawak Campus&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SmpvRuXhDFI/AAAAAAAAACI/q6ezRCPaOgE/s1600-h/IMG0074A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362220656633121874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SmpvRuXhDFI/AAAAAAAAACI/q6ezRCPaOgE/s320/IMG0074A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry for my lousy handphone camera, because it just 1.3 megapixal...zzzz &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/Smpvqbj5izI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyug5AfMM8w/s1600-h/IMG0072A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362221081081514802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/Smpvqbj5izI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyug5AfMM8w/s320/IMG0072A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SmpwAvbQR7I/AAAAAAAAACY/o4f2pIT4bm0/s1600-h/IMG0065A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362221464371087282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SmpwAvbQR7I/AAAAAAAAACY/o4f2pIT4bm0/s320/IMG0065A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;and here am I in Curtin University...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curtin University of Technology Orientation Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Here is the some of the performance by SOAR advisors and members. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SmpzPh6aqwI/AAAAAAAAACo/8IfyD28nLXA/s1600-h/IMG0070A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362225016976616194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SmpzPh6aqwI/AAAAAAAAACo/8IfyD28nLXA/s320/IMG0070A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/Smpzxr69NhI/AAAAAAAAACw/5BLtWmms7BE/s1600-h/IMG0079A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362225603778786834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/Smpzxr69NhI/AAAAAAAAACw/5BLtWmms7BE/s320/IMG0079A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the video.. MUST WATCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f537fddf4d0d7b38" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADjB7cieHmVEItu-JNF4-KKwa5ypcnPsYx3j5fXOSX8HwCrq4uSEtiRN60ClnoqBTld6t75CAygWMxDGSXXX5dcZUDEGUZEkxcqAte5aG2_3tBNSgHxBFVSHbZnnEOi18Y1AILqoYbSrqGyjdOIGxkEN9bhSV7sgStNASQ4ueWE8j45UQlg8VaaR1leSWpTcMfEhKk-SlUv3aweMky0QDgG8OEOnLtTms8mIj1Gl5abx%26sigh%3DUsC8NnwHEbIMV9-VL61IEz-yph4%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df537fddf4d0d7b38%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DNuPppYpEvTKyv0E7ep6J30BSEFc&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADjB7cieHmVEItu-JNF4-KKwa5ypcnPsYx3j5fXOSX8HwCrq4uSEtiRN60ClnoqBTld6t75CAygWMxDGSXXX5dcZUDEGUZEkxcqAte5aG2_3tBNSgHxBFVSHbZnnEOi18Y1AILqoYbSrqGyjdOIGxkEN9bhSV7sgStNASQ4ueWE8j45UQlg8VaaR1leSWpTcMfEhKk-SlUv3aweMky0QDgG8OEOnLtTms8mIj1Gl5abx%26sigh%3DUsC8NnwHEbIMV9-VL61IEz-yph4%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df537fddf4d0d7b38%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DNuPppYpEvTKyv0E7ep6J30BSEFc&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my group ~NutrionPro~ , you guys are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SmqWxicMoOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S2nZkxBunsE/s1600-h/DSC04381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362264084140826850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SmqWxicMoOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S2nZkxBunsE/s320/DSC04381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-8545388743328179794?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f537fddf4d0d7b38&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/8545388743328179794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/07/curtin-university-of-technology.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/8545388743328179794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/8545388743328179794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/07/curtin-university-of-technology.html' title='Curtin University of Technology Orientation Week'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpdnVLmEA-o/SmpwNUjtzUI/AAAAAAAAACg/68yLjH1TBcQ/s72-c/IMG0057A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-7329838669330143055</id><published>2009-07-16T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:29:30.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>春雨里洗过的太阳 - 王力宏</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPtxQirfrgQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPtxQirfrgQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;春雨里洗过的太阳 - 王力宏 歌词&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分开之后另一年的春天&lt;br /&gt;记忆也像下雪一样溶解&lt;br /&gt;那些有你在身边的影片&lt;br /&gt;呼的一声飞得老远老远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱在夏天过完之后锁在秋天&lt;br /&gt;捱过冬天之后的我好了一些&lt;br /&gt;雨后的天上 彩虹出现 衬出一片蓝天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在淋过一场大雨之后的晴朗&lt;br /&gt;那是春雨里洗过的太阳&lt;br /&gt;每个冬季带来失落 伤得多深&lt;br /&gt;然后忽然看懂云的形状&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to the rhythm of the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;那是春雨里洗过的太阳&lt;br /&gt;每个冬季带来失落 伤得多深&lt;br /&gt;每个呼吸都是新的芬芳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分开之后另一年的春天&lt;br /&gt;记忆也像下雪一样溶解&lt;br /&gt;那些有你在身边的影片&lt;br /&gt;呼的一声飞得老远老远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱在夏天过完之后锁在秋天&lt;br /&gt;捱过冬天之后的我好了一些&lt;br /&gt;雨后的天上 彩虹出现 衬出一片蓝天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在淋过一场大雨之后的晴朗&lt;br /&gt;那是春雨里洗过的太阳&lt;br /&gt;每个冬季带来失落 伤得多深&lt;br /&gt;然后忽然看懂云的形状&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to the rhythm of the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;那是春雨里洗过的太阳&lt;br /&gt;每个冬季带来失落 伤得多深&lt;br /&gt;每个呼吸都是新的芬芳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;流下的眼泪 留下了智慧&lt;br /&gt;爱情会天亮 也一定会黑&lt;br /&gt;世界会等我 它问我冬天过去没&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在淋过一场大雨之后的晴朗&lt;br /&gt;那是春雨里洗过的太阳&lt;br /&gt;每个冬季带来失落 伤得多深&lt;br /&gt;然后忽然看懂云的形状&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to the rhythm of the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;那是春雨里洗过的太阳(春雨里的太阳)&lt;br /&gt;每个冬季带来失落 伤得多深(伤得多深)&lt;br /&gt;每个呼吸都是你的芬芳&lt;br /&gt;春雨里洗过的太阳&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-7329838669330143055?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/7329838669330143055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/7329838669330143055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/7329838669330143055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_16.html' title='春雨里洗过的太阳 - 王力宏'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-7638970872086815847</id><published>2009-07-08T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:02:03.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>爱与沉默。。。</title><content type='html'>是你不爱我 - 汤小康&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know &lt;br /&gt;我犯了什么错 &lt;br /&gt;我一直都以为你 &lt;br /&gt;会是陪我走到最后 &lt;br /&gt;let me know &lt;br /&gt;我应该这么做 &lt;br /&gt;我们一直都手牵着手 &lt;br /&gt;差一步就走到最后 &lt;br /&gt;是你不爱我 &lt;br /&gt;是你选择放手 &lt;br /&gt;是你让我泪流 &lt;br /&gt;背着一堆借口环游整个宇宙 &lt;br /&gt;是你不要我 &lt;br /&gt;把孤单变得更富有 &lt;br /&gt;摊开双手幸福全由你带走 &lt;br /&gt;伤口交给我伺候 &lt;br /&gt;let me know &lt;br /&gt;别装成听不懂 &lt;br /&gt;这个情人变普通朋友 &lt;br /&gt;再从朋友变成木偶 &lt;br /&gt;你的魔咒 &lt;br /&gt;让失眠一直发抖 &lt;br /&gt;oh no no no no no &lt;br /&gt;自己往前走 我还能原地不动 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沉默的瞬间 - 张栋梁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还搞不懂 心痛是什么&lt;br /&gt;似懂非懂成云朵&lt;br /&gt;爱得汹涌 来不及闪躲&lt;br /&gt;我却为她坠落&lt;br /&gt;梦里我泪滑落几回&lt;br /&gt;心软弱了 逃避是非&lt;br /&gt;潜意识 我心碎&lt;br /&gt;梦醒了我张开双臂&lt;br /&gt;只愿为爱勇敢一点 不后退&lt;br /&gt;有谁会在乎 有谁会想念&lt;br /&gt;有谁能 看穿我的笑脸&lt;br /&gt;沉默的瞬间&lt;br /&gt;寂寞却伴着我长眠&lt;br /&gt;你走的坚决 枯竭了爱恋 我给的一切&lt;br /&gt;梦里我 我的泪滑落几回&lt;br /&gt;心软弱 软弱了 逃避是非&lt;br /&gt;潜意识 我心碎&lt;br /&gt;梦醒了 我醒了 张开双臂&lt;br /&gt;只愿为爱勇敢一点 不后退&lt;br /&gt;有谁会在乎 有谁会想念&lt;br /&gt;有谁能 看穿我的笑脸&lt;br /&gt;沉默的瞬间&lt;br /&gt;寂寞却伴着我长眠&lt;br /&gt;你走的坚决 不后悔&lt;br /&gt;有谁会在乎 有谁会想念&lt;br /&gt;沉默的瞬间&lt;br /&gt;寂寞却伴着我长眠&lt;br /&gt;你走的坚决 枯竭了爱恋 我给的一切&lt;br /&gt;爱得汹涌 来不及闪躲&lt;br /&gt;我却为她坠落&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-7638970872086815847?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/7638970872086815847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/7638970872086815847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/7638970872086815847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='爱与沉默。。。'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-1328667156924557952</id><published>2009-07-03T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:09:23.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are so far away............</title><content type='html'>Remembering, everything about my world and when you came. &lt;br /&gt;Wondering if the change you’d bring means nothing else would be the same.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know what you were doing? &lt;br /&gt;Did you know? &lt;br /&gt;Did you know how you would move me? &lt;br /&gt;Well, I don’t really think so. &lt;br /&gt;But the night came down and swept us away. &lt;br /&gt;And the stars, they seemed to paint the most elaborate scene today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could we know? &lt;br /&gt;That song this show. We'd learn so much about ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;From Toledo to Tokyo, the words were scribed on every page, &lt;br /&gt;And now there’s books up on our shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how you would move us? &lt;br /&gt;Did you know? &lt;br /&gt;When the lights first came upon us and we saw the Everglow. &lt;br /&gt;And the moment's magic swept us away. &lt;br /&gt;And a young man's dream was almost seen so plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the night that showed us the sign? &lt;br /&gt;Revealed in the sky to leave all behind.&lt;br /&gt;But where to begin? &lt;br /&gt;Throwing caution to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;We reached for the stars, &lt;br /&gt;Everything was now ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how you would move me? &lt;br /&gt;Did you know? &lt;br /&gt;Did you know how you would move me? &lt;br /&gt;Well, I don’t even think so. &lt;br /&gt;But the moment's magic swept us away. &lt;br /&gt;And it’s so close but we’re so far away. &lt;br /&gt;It’s so close but we’re so far away...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-1328667156924557952?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/1328667156924557952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-are-so-far-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/1328667156924557952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/1328667156924557952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-are-so-far-away.html' title='We are so far away............'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-6386570584423419002</id><published>2009-06-27T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:32:01.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fray - Never Say Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is an amazing song... How deep I wish I could delicate this song to someone... but I know I don't have the chance again and too late... good luck...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fray - Never Say Never lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Some things we don't talk about&lt;br /&gt;better do without&lt;br /&gt;just hold a smile&lt;br /&gt;we're falling in and out of love&lt;br /&gt;the same damn problem&lt;br /&gt;together all the while&lt;br /&gt;you can never say never&lt;br /&gt;when we don't know why&lt;br /&gt;time and time again&lt;br /&gt;younger now then we were before&lt;br /&gt;don't let me go,&lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture you're the queen of everything&lt;br /&gt;as far as the i can see&lt;br /&gt;under your command&lt;br /&gt;i will be your gaurdening&lt;br /&gt;when all is crumbling&lt;br /&gt;steady your hand&lt;br /&gt;you can never say never&lt;br /&gt;when we don't know why&lt;br /&gt;time and time again&lt;br /&gt;younger now then we were before&lt;br /&gt;don't let me go,&lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're falling apart&lt;br /&gt;and coming together again and again&lt;br /&gt;we're coming apart&lt;br /&gt;but we hold it together&lt;br /&gt;hold it together, together again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let me go,&lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go(x2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-6386570584423419002?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6386570584423419002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/06/fray-never-say-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/6386570584423419002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/6386570584423419002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/06/fray-never-say-never.html' title='The Fray - Never Say Never'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-6580956064000211412</id><published>2009-04-20T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T06:32:36.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>泪了。。。</title><content type='html'>我在我的朋友的部落格找到了这首歌，&lt;br /&gt;一首很适合关于我们的歌。。。&lt;br /&gt;在这几天，我的心以慢慢的恢复了。。&lt;br /&gt;我也想了很久，不知为何我都还会那么的关心你。。。&lt;br /&gt;我们在经历了各种失败与伤害以后，我很想问你。。。&lt;br /&gt;你还好吗？你累吗？心灰吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想说的是，&lt;br /&gt;我。。。。。。“泪了”。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泪了-曾沛慈 (台湾偶像剧《终极三国》插曲)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天快亮了&lt;br /&gt;能不能别离开呢&lt;br /&gt;沉默像首悲伤的歌&lt;br /&gt;捂上视线却模糊了&lt;br /&gt;你要走了&lt;br /&gt;也带走所有快乐&lt;br /&gt;甜蜜的片段散落了&lt;br /&gt;疲倦了心冷了我哭了&lt;br /&gt;那流星闪过&lt;br /&gt;我们许下一个愿望&lt;br /&gt;要在一起 绝不分离&lt;br /&gt;你怎么放弃了&lt;br /&gt;星空在闪烁&lt;br /&gt;像你的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;悄悄划过&lt;br /&gt;当你放开了手&lt;br /&gt;离开的时候&lt;br /&gt;有没有一点舍不得我&lt;br /&gt;泪光在闪烁&lt;br /&gt;而我的眼泪忍住&lt;br /&gt;不敢坠落&lt;br /&gt;我还留在黑暗中守候&lt;br /&gt;你却已经远远离开我&lt;br /&gt;离开我了&lt;br /&gt;梦醒了还剩什么&lt;br /&gt;我要的幸福消失了&lt;br /&gt;你的心曾经属于我的&lt;br /&gt;那流星闪过&lt;br /&gt;我们许下一个愿望&lt;br /&gt;要在一起 绝不分离&lt;br /&gt;你怎么放弃了&lt;br /&gt;星空在闪烁&lt;br /&gt;像你的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;悄悄划过&lt;br /&gt;当你放开了手&lt;br /&gt;离开的时候&lt;br /&gt;有没有一点舍不得我&lt;br /&gt;泪光在闪烁&lt;br /&gt;而我的眼泪忍住&lt;br /&gt;不敢坠落&lt;br /&gt;我还留在黑暗中守候&lt;br /&gt;你却已经远远离开我&lt;br /&gt;有过的快乐&lt;br /&gt;我都记得&lt;br /&gt;回忆还旋转着&lt;br /&gt;爱怎么停了&lt;br /&gt;我们都累了&lt;br /&gt;星空在闪烁&lt;br /&gt;像你的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;悄悄划过&lt;br /&gt;当你放开了手&lt;br /&gt;离开的时候&lt;br /&gt;有没有一点舍不得我&lt;br /&gt;泪光在闪烁&lt;br /&gt;而我的眼泪忍住&lt;br /&gt;不敢坠落&lt;br /&gt;我还留在黑暗中守候&lt;br /&gt;你却已经远远离开我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你陪我走过的一切。。。。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-6580956064000211412?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-627807348736235419</id><published>2009-06-07T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:03:04.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>太阳雨</title><content type='html'>如果我还有机会，我一定会让你知道。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你依然还在我黑暗的心里，&lt;br /&gt;我依然还在黑暗里思念着，&lt;br /&gt;能够让你开心，是我的承诺，&lt;br /&gt;曾经让你快乐，让你幸福，我很安慰。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你走了后的我渐渐的消失，&lt;br /&gt;我在夜里做梦都会看见你。&lt;br /&gt;为什么你的影子还在我心里？&lt;br /&gt;为什么放手那么的难那么的痛？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在太阳的泪水下走着，马路上的车还是在行走，&lt;br /&gt;风还会在茫茫的光下吹，而我却在人行道中沉默。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在太阳的泪水下走着，痛苦的承受悲伤与破碎，&lt;br /&gt;我只好让她看见我微笑，但她却看不见我的承受。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说我们分开以后更好过，&lt;br /&gt;你说我们依然还是好朋友，&lt;br /&gt;可是我看见的，并不像你说，&lt;br /&gt;我做不了什么，只好停顿，让天下雨。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你带走我们的快乐没关系，&lt;br /&gt;而我却带走了我们的笑容，&lt;br /&gt;我只好一个人勇敢的向前走！&lt;br /&gt;我只好在心里中默默地祝福她！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在太阳的泪水下走着，马路上的车还是在行走，&lt;br /&gt;风还会在茫茫的光下吹，而我却在人行道中沉默。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在太阳的泪水下走着，看见她也勇敢的向前走，&lt;br /&gt;心里的喜悦已达到极点，但自己的心却在掉眼泪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没想到我们好好的，最后会变成了悲剧，&lt;br /&gt;我会默默地祝福你，加油和勇敢向前跑！！！&lt;br /&gt;请你别忘记让自己幸福快乐！！！&lt;br /&gt;制造自己的天地和美好未来！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在太阳的泪水下走着，痛苦的承受悲伤与破碎，&lt;br /&gt;我只好让她看见我微笑，但她却看不见我的承受。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在太阳的泪水下走着，我一定会好好的过日子，&lt;br /&gt;世上最遥远不是天与地，而是你看不见我还爱你。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱你。。sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-627807348736235419?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/627807348736235419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/627807348736235419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/627807348736235419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='太阳雨'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-4161398307889527214</id><published>2009-05-31T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T05:31:13.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkin Park Rock Again...</title><content type='html'>Special promote to all of you guys~ love it~ let's have some fun!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW DIVIDE by LINKIN PARK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered black skies / the lightning all around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered each flash / as time began to blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a startling sign / that fate had finally found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your voice was all I heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I get what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me reason / to prove me wrong / to wash this memory clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me reason / to fill this hole / connect the space between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across this new divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing in sight / but memories left abandoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nowhere to hide / the ashes fell like snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ground caved in / between where we were standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your voice was all I heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I get what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me reason / to prove me wrong / to wash this memory clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across this new divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every loss / in every lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every truth that you'd deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each regret / and each goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a mistake to great to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your voice was all I heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I get what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me reason / to prove me wrong / to wash this memory clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me reason / to fill this hole / connect the space between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across this new divide x3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-4161398307889527214?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/4161398307889527214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/05/linkin-park-rock-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/4161398307889527214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/4161398307889527214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/05/linkin-park-rock-again.html' title='Linkin Park Rock Again...'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-7866520180939360099</id><published>2009-04-12T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T05:25:56.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>五月天 - 突然好想你</title><content type='html'>最怕空气突然安静&lt;br /&gt;最怕朋友突然的关心&lt;br /&gt;最怕回忆突然翻滚绞痛着不平息&lt;br /&gt;最怕突然听到你的消息&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想念如果会有声音&lt;br /&gt;不愿那是悲伤的哭泣&lt;br /&gt;事到如今终於让自已属於我自已&lt;br /&gt;只剩眼泪还骗不过自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然好想你你会在哪里&lt;br /&gt;过的快乐或委屈&lt;br /&gt;突然好想你突然锋利的回忆&lt;br /&gt;突然模糊的眼睛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们像一首最美丽的歌曲&lt;br /&gt;变成两部悲伤的电影&lt;br /&gt;为什麽你带我走过最难忘的旅行&lt;br /&gt;然後留下最痛的纪念品&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们那麽甜那麽美那麽相信&lt;br /&gt;那麽疯那麽热烈的曾经&lt;br /&gt;为何我们还是要奔向&lt;br /&gt;各自的幸福和遗憾中老去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然好想你你会在哪里&lt;br /&gt;过的快乐或委屈&lt;br /&gt;突然好想你突然锋利的回忆&lt;br /&gt;突然模糊的眼睛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最怕空气突然安静&lt;br /&gt;最怕朋友突然的关心&lt;br /&gt;最怕回忆突然翻滚绞痛着不平息&lt;br /&gt;最怕突然听到你的消息&lt;br /&gt;最怕此生已经决定自己过&lt;br /&gt;没有你却又突然听到你的消息&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-7866520180939360099?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/7866520180939360099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/7866520180939360099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/7866520180939360099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_12.html' title='五月天 - 突然好想你'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-5000717630369874028</id><published>2009-04-16T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:04:00.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got to be strong... Just keep pushing on....</title><content type='html'>After all these suck days, I learn to be more independent. I learn to be more stronger, to keep my life go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;The Climb lyrics&lt;/h4&gt;I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I'm dreaming but&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice inside my head sayin,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never reach it,&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking,&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking but I&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing,&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down but&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to remember most yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just got to keep going&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;I got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on, cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you going to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb (yeah yeah ea ea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving&lt;br /&gt;Keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;The climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Keep your faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa a oh oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-5000717630369874028?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/5000717630369874028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-to-be-strong-just-keep-pushing-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/5000717630369874028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/5000717630369874028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-to-be-strong-just-keep-pushing-on.html' title='I got to be strong... Just keep pushing on....'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-3219435834768458044</id><published>2009-04-12T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:49:49.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to my heart...</title><content type='html'>Everyone, I currently listening to 2 of my favorite Chinese songs.. I think this 2 songs can express my feeling now... Try to listen... enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;梁静茹 - 情歌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时光是琥珀 泪一滴滴被反锁&lt;br /&gt;情书再不朽 也磨成沙漏&lt;br /&gt;青春的上游 白云飞走苍狗与海鸥&lt;br /&gt;闪过的念头 潺潺的溜走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;命运好幽默 让爱的人都沉默&lt;br /&gt;一整个宇宙 换一颗红豆&lt;br /&gt;回忆如困兽 寂寞太久而渐渐温柔&lt;br /&gt;放开了拳头 反而更自由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;慢动作 缱绻胶卷 重播默片 定格一瞬间&lt;br /&gt;我们在 告别的演唱会 说好不再见&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你写给我 我的第一首歌&lt;br /&gt;你和我 十指紧扣 默写前奏&lt;br /&gt;可是那然后呢&lt;br /&gt;还好我有 我这一首情歌&lt;br /&gt;轻轻的 轻轻哼着 哭着笑着&lt;br /&gt;我的 天长地久&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;命运好幽默 让爱的人都沉默&lt;br /&gt;一整个宇宙 换一颗红豆&lt;br /&gt;回忆如困兽 寂寞太久而渐渐温柔&lt;br /&gt;放开了拳头 反而更自由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;长镜头 越拉越远 越来越远 事隔好几年&lt;br /&gt;我们在 怀念的演唱会 礼貌的吻别&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你写给我 我的第一首歌&lt;br /&gt;你和我 十指紧扣 默写前奏&lt;br /&gt;可是那然后呢&lt;br /&gt;还好我有 我这一首情歌&lt;br /&gt;轻轻的 轻轻哼着 哭着笑着&lt;br /&gt;我的 天长地久&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;陪我唱歌 清唱你的情歌&lt;br /&gt;舍不得 短短副歌 心还热着&lt;br /&gt;也该告一段落&lt;br /&gt;还好我有 我下一首情歌&lt;br /&gt;生命宛如 静静的 相拥的河&lt;br /&gt;永远 天长地久&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;王力宏 - 心跳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想跟我吵架 我没那么无聊&lt;br /&gt;不懂得道歉 我没那么聪明&lt;br /&gt;好想要回到我们的塬点&lt;br /&gt;　　　　&lt;br /&gt;你又在哭泣 我给不了安慰&lt;br /&gt;我又在摇头 有那么点后悔&lt;br /&gt;爱情的发展已难以回头却无法往前走&lt;br /&gt;　　　　&lt;br /&gt;但身不由己出现在胸口&lt;br /&gt;两颗心能塞几个问号&lt;br /&gt;爱让我们流多少眼泪&lt;br /&gt;　　　　&lt;br /&gt;你的眼神充满美丽带走我的心跳&lt;br /&gt;　　　　&lt;br /&gt;你的温柔如此靠近带走我的心跳&lt;br /&gt;逆转时光到一开始 能不能给一秒 　　　&lt;br /&gt;等着哪一天你也想起&lt;br /&gt;那悬在记忆中的美好&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-3219435834768458044?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/3219435834768458044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/04/listen-to-my-heart_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/3219435834768458044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/3219435834768458044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/04/listen-to-my-heart_12.html' title='Listen to my heart...'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-3413935299319670420</id><published>2009-04-04T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T05:12:35.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我希望你知道</title><content type='html'>没有你。。。我的每一天都不好过。。&lt;br /&gt;没有你。。。我的生活渐渐闷了。。。&lt;br /&gt;没有你。。。我觉得少了一个东西。。。&lt;br /&gt;原来。。我还是那么的爱你。。。忘不了你。。。我的爱。。。你在那里。。&lt;br /&gt;你让我懂得很多事。。。你让我长大。。。谢谢你。。。&lt;br /&gt;每天这里都在下雨。。。我每次都会地头问。。。&lt;br /&gt;你。。。。&lt;br /&gt;过得怎么样了？。。。过的还好吗？。。。有没有喝多水？。。。有没有烦恼？。。。需要帮忙吗？&lt;br /&gt;。。&lt;br /&gt;我哭了。。。真的哭了。。。。每想一次就哭一次。。。为什么我不能得到我要的爱？为什么？&lt;br /&gt;我后悔了。。后悔之前没好好保护你。。。让你离开了我。。。。&lt;br /&gt;我想了很久。。。我不会放弃你。。。&lt;br /&gt;我知道我给你的爱不是你要的爱。。。我改了。。。&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span&gt;我不会再给你不是你要的爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;。。。。&lt;br /&gt;我的爱以改变了。。。。&lt;br /&gt;我会追你回来。。。希望你能够从新接受我。。。我永远等你回来。。。我还爱着你。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-3413935299319670420?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/3413935299319670420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/3413935299319670420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/3413935299319670420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='我希望你知道'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-6825749958803190560</id><published>2009-04-10T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:24:08.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>My life was very suck last few months, all the unexpected worst things happened on myself. I tried so hard to change, but everything was too late. I was falling apart and sank into a dark deep sea, no one could save me. Loneliness and sadness can be felt inside that dark deep sea. I tried to scream for help, but no one able to hear me and no one able to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I kept myself alone, I didn't go out to find my friends and I didn't go out from my room. I never been through all this by myself alone. And I frequently ask myself, what should I do? what can I do now? how to change it back? am I did something wrong? why all things happened on me? am I worst than other people? why all things won't last forever? why broken things unable to change it back or to be fixed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sometime, I really think that I very tough. I am a tough guy, because I faced all problems by myself alone. To all my dearest friends, please don't worry about me. As you know, I am a tough guy. Do you guys know, even no one could hear me or no one could save me, but there is a light, I saw a light, it is weak but it is still can be seen. It is not come from the above of the surface of the sea, it is come from my deepest heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    With this light, it guided me to the above. With this light, all the questions above are gone suddenly. With this light, I know myself more. I have to change myself, everything about myself. That maybe the only solution to all problems. I learn more when i fell down, just like other people did. I grew stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how sad you are,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how down you are,&lt;br /&gt;or no matter how broken you are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up when you fall down,&lt;br /&gt;keep going and never give up,&lt;br /&gt;all things will become much better if you have will,&lt;br /&gt;even right now you are broken.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-6825749958803190560?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6825749958803190560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/04/broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/6825749958803190560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/6825749958803190560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/04/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546960689030603721.post-6608415442257371421</id><published>2009-01-05T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:39:13.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Found Me - The Fray</title><content type='html'>HI HI everyone....&lt;br /&gt;This will be my first blog to put in here...&lt;br /&gt;to make it special..&lt;br /&gt;I post one of my favorite song lyrics "You Found Me" by "The Fray".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Found Me lyrics - The Fray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found God on the corner of First in Amistad&lt;br /&gt;where the west was all but one.&lt;br /&gt;All alone,&lt;br /&gt;smoking his last cigarette,&lt;br /&gt;I said "where you been?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "ask anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you&lt;br /&gt;when everything was falling apart?&lt;br /&gt;All my days,&lt;br /&gt;spent by the telephone.&lt;br /&gt;that never rang.&lt;br /&gt;All i needed was a call&lt;br /&gt;that never came.&lt;br /&gt;The corner of First and Amistad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure,&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;surrounded, surrounded.&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you? Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;just a little late...&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;everyone ends up alone.&lt;br /&gt;Losing her,&lt;br /&gt;the only one who's ever known&lt;br /&gt;who i am, who im not, who i wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;The way to know&lt;br /&gt;how long she will be next to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure,&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me.&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;surround me, surround me.&lt;br /&gt;why'd you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you? Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Just a little late,&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning,&lt;br /&gt;city breaks.&lt;br /&gt;I've been calling&lt;br /&gt;for years and years and years and years.&lt;br /&gt;You never left me no messages;&lt;br /&gt;you never send me no letters;&lt;br /&gt;you got some kind of nerve&lt;br /&gt;taking all of our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure,&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Where were you? Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure,&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me.&lt;br /&gt;lying on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;surround me, surround me.&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Were were you? Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Just a little late,&lt;br /&gt;you found me, you found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to wait,&lt;br /&gt;To find me?&lt;br /&gt;To find me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546960689030603721-6608415442257371421?l=memoriespieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6608415442257371421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-found-me-fray.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/6608415442257371421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546960689030603721/posts/default/6608415442257371421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriespieces.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-found-me-fray.html' title='You Found Me - The Fray'/><author><name>Stephen Tuang Hui Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309652502662659829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14601609146745378348'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>