<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528863738527946055</id><updated>2011-08-03T01:37:32.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrel's Drey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03372425683367812405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528863738527946055.post-4255710323012100081</id><published>2009-06-14T02:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T02:06:41.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>睡着了</title><content type='html'>身旁那靠在肩膀上的你，&lt;br /&gt;早已经牢牢地睡着了，&lt;br /&gt;像进入冬眠的海豚，&lt;br /&gt;却又像随时会惊醒的兔子，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我老实的看着你，&lt;br /&gt;稍稍疲累的眼睛，&lt;br /&gt;微微煽动的嘴唇，&lt;br /&gt;悠悠冰冷的手臂，&lt;br /&gt;细细凌乱的发丝，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界停顿了五秒钟，&lt;br /&gt;足够多的时间，仍然无限的短暂，&lt;br /&gt;刹那短的思绪，仍然想到了永远，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我自觉没考虑那么多，&lt;br /&gt;当时只想这样牵着你的手，&lt;br /&gt;从润滑到粗糙了，&lt;br /&gt;从细腻到皱纹了，&lt;br /&gt;平淡的，简单的，枯燥的，&lt;br /&gt;永远也放不开手，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然间，&lt;br /&gt;我也想这样轻轻的说，&lt;br /&gt;金，&lt;br /&gt;就让我这样牵着你…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528863738527946055-4255710323012100081?l=silveroid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/feeds/4255710323012100081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528863738527946055&amp;postID=4255710323012100081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default/4255710323012100081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default/4255710323012100081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='睡着了'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03372425683367812405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528863738527946055.post-8932467108064324469</id><published>2009-01-02T17:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:58:15.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Desperate Roommate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of the time when you started your uni life, for conveniences we will move in to university's provided hostel, especially for those who went oversea just like me. Either he is very lucky, or my bad luck, my first roommate probably will be the most desperate one i will ever had in my lifetime, sincerely i wish he is the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abide all his selfishness, egoistic, cockiness, self-conceited that tested my patience all the time, his lazyness &amp;amp; hygienic problem was my most headache part. A picture can explain a thousand words, so let's skip the whining and take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 366px;" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd76/sCout_Kidz/100_0764.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proudly presenting his bed, gorgeous isn't it? It's not like he left it there in a hurry, but it's ever since he move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 366px;" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd76/sCout_Kidz/100_0766.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nominated: The Most Creative Desk-Bed Combination Award - Gold Medal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a pleasant view on his bed, you might have a question to ask. How he actually sleep with a bed like this? Could it be...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 366px;" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd76/sCout_Kidz/100_0763.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Tada* The mixture of human with objects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 366px;" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd76/sCout_Kidz/bestmanoftheworld.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has such a pure &amp; natural sleep post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 366px;" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd76/sCout_Kidz/bestmanoftheworld2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...with quite a few personal household property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, he suddenly felt the room is too small for him, so as person who has been extensively creative, he done some renovation to expand the space (which "accidentally" reduced it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 366px;" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd76/sCout_Kidz/100_0947.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He shorten the middle space to walk, as he figured a floor to stand is not necessary, perhaps we can adapt this by growing a pair of wings through practices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 366px;" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd76/sCout_Kidz/100_0941.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A view from the other side, isn't the room is "bigger" now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 366px;" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd76/sCout_Kidz/100_0943.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another supreme artwork by Mr.desperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 366px;" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd76/sCout_Kidz/100_0946.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ultimate Artwork - A Mountain that disguise into dirty clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-sarcasm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having such roommate is no longer a nightmare for me, because i already tasted for a year. Besides all this personal unhygienic matters and reckless idea, there are thousands of small argument that made me speechless for countless times. Also his sensitivity on money is very strong, he always aware that you might cheat him even for just a few bucks, despite he always owe me and only paid back after a week or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as to conclude, in order to stay along with this guy, you are required to have high amount of patience and toleration. To think he can survived this long with such attitude, his family sure taking huge efforts in cleaning up his mess. If anyone wants to convince me this is a test from god, then I will ask him back, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why don't you give it a try?"   =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528863738527946055-8932467108064324469?l=silveroid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/feeds/8932467108064324469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528863738527946055&amp;postID=8932467108064324469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default/8932467108064324469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default/8932467108064324469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-desperate-roommate.html' title='My Desperate Roommate'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03372425683367812405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528863738527946055.post-8577384542492762517</id><published>2008-12-31T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:20:01.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The road not taken, in our life we made many choices and decision, some changes you, some may not. If there is one day, someone invented a time machine that can make all the impossible to be possible, will you take a ride? Of course your first instinct will tell you to take it, go back to your past, change your life so it can be better, because you will know what happen now, what will happen next and take the other path or something new, interesting and meaningful for your "new" life. Realistic, pathetic yet undeniable. But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I’ll start with my assumption, I assume everybody want a time machine. We want a perfect life, although on some point of view, there are small parts of people were perfect, but for their own, they will never thought so. Humanity is greedily and hungered. Of course there is portion will use it on correct mistakes, both recoverable and unrecoverable, saving someone you love, help the world, so we can be better, better and better. Whenever a chance given to go back to your past, everything can be start all over again and your memory is remain, I believe there is none of us will able to resist such strong seduction, no?  That could be my one-sided answer for why, if we shared a common point, please read further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we’ll focus on human’s eagerness to success. Well, I have a question for reader, have you ever wondered what and why do you fight for? To achieve dreams, for living, to protect someone, or just simply to catch the flow? Once birth, we’ll wait the time to start study, then will be secondary study, higher study, further study, advanced study, more advanced study…at last graduated, get a job and work for money, some skipped to start a business, money, chase for our goal, rest a while, chase again, rest a while more and chase until we get, when finally we’re there, did we ready to enjoy everything we did? In every aspect, we consider a success when someone reaches the end and a failure when someone doesn’t. One can choose to run away but can never escape it. Some people might think we are born with choices, but in fact we don’t. Don’t get me wrong, we are only born to choose different approach or character inside the flow, the current world is no longer allowing any changes, and we are just its follower. If time machine can be made to escape the reality, the boundary, or the destiny, what else can stop you from gives it a try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will ever accept the current was the best of the best than every possible way. We choose to believe the past rather than choose to look ahead on the future. Well, is it so good to be perfect? How do we actually define “perfect” when the best wasn’t the perfect? Also we believe in every reason for a time machine exist are for happiness, a retry is always better than it’s used to be. Perhaps the fact is the last thing to decide in our life is to give up. Escaped from boundary of time was perfect yet true until the lost of excitation and expectation, once again we'll lost our stances and entrusted to another one and the same retry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything that deserve to changes, humans belief should change the first, followed by destruction and recreation. When the real meaning of life is to die, when one believe the death is ahead once lost, when one still doubt what to do if there’s only 1 hour left to live, when one still believe everything will be fine all by itself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…believe yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: please at least nag a little about what you think~ for your info it's not easy for me to write stuff that totally fiction ya noe? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528863738527946055-8577384542492762517?l=silveroid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/feeds/8577384542492762517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528863738527946055&amp;postID=8577384542492762517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default/8577384542492762517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default/8577384542492762517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-machine_31.html' title='Time Machine'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03372425683367812405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528863738527946055.post-8204439692266591130</id><published>2008-12-18T12:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:58:03.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pending: Time Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Post Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;title&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;laze a few days&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;inspiration&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;raw text&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;editing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;a cup of coffee&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;last checking&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;watch "The Mentalist"&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;eat one Snicker bar&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;publishing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528863738527946055-8204439692266591130?l=silveroid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/feeds/8204439692266591130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528863738527946055&amp;postID=8204439692266591130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default/8204439692266591130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default/8204439692266591130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-machine.html' title='Pending: Time Machine'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03372425683367812405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528863738527946055.post-7133433204301786354</id><published>2008-11-27T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:14:40.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song For You</title><content type='html'>The song that I wanted to play with you,&lt;br /&gt;it's a song that I wanted to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;that's how it is when we are listening together,&lt;br /&gt;with the feeling that I developed as a gift;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment we are sharing the same melody,&lt;br /&gt;while it held the joy that only for both of us,&lt;br /&gt;that's how it is when the music played,&lt;br /&gt;with the rhythm that we share as a piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying musical notes have us surrounded,&lt;br /&gt;unlocking the down deeping guardian angel,&lt;br /&gt;that's how it is when she came alive,&lt;br /&gt;with the verse that actually touch your heart;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you" is the only lyrics that came in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;upon everything that I wanted to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;that's how it is when my dream came true,&lt;br /&gt;with our destiny that we belonged&lt;br /&gt;...is going to last forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528863738527946055-7133433204301786354?l=silveroid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/feeds/7133433204301786354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528863738527946055&amp;postID=7133433204301786354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default/7133433204301786354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default/7133433204301786354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/2008/11/song-for-you.html' title='A Song For You'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03372425683367812405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528863738527946055.post-2308234831203912253</id><published>2008-11-26T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:16:55.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies List</title><content type='html'>Today's post is actually nothing but a simple sharing. I love movies, either for entertaining, or filling my extra time, or simply just enjoying other ppl's artwork, I enjoy it very much. But the world without sharing is cruel, that's why I didn't delete them after watching, instead I store it, grouping, rename slightly for better look.&lt;br /&gt;Well, allow me to present my little collection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s227.photobucket.com/albums/dd76/sCout_Kidz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MoviesList.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd76/sCout_Kidz/MoviesList.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're interested in any of them can kindly give me a call when I'm home during Chinese New Year, that is 2 months later. Hehe, of course, the list will still grow within this 2 months, so why not grab few of them from me at least for a reason why I keep them =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time, Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528863738527946055-2308234831203912253?l=silveroid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/feeds/2308234831203912253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528863738527946055&amp;postID=2308234831203912253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default/2308234831203912253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default/2308234831203912253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/2008/11/movies-list.html' title='Movies List'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03372425683367812405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528863738527946055.post-935519392129726025</id><published>2008-11-22T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:15:36.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Undelivered Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I know this “letter” will never ever deliver to you anyway, where I also know you might not really be the person who I want to pass these messages, but yea, maybe I just wanted to remind myself about something…everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, do you still remember how I played computer games when next week will be my final exam? The excuses I gave you when I came back so often before the school bell ringed? The result I get when I told you I wanted to study EEE in Singapore? The emotion I gave you when you first told me there was an offer to go oversea but not in the country I wanted? And eventually I did nothing to prove I’m right to have it. Yes, I remembered all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re right, Mom. I really used to be a person who can’t differentiate what’s important. I didn’t consider the outcome before the action taken, and that’ll be just what I wanted to do, other than what I wanted to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I was thinking how you gonna feel when you found out all your efforts on this son are wasted, the way you get me tuition teacher even your salary isn’t much to afford, the way you rushed to the market with just a motorbike for something I need at 10pm, the way you trying to scold me even you know I’m not going to listen, the way you sacrifice for us even your life isn’t just worth that…I’m sorry mom. Although sometimes I tried hard but at end failed to keep the torques running. My passion is beyond to keep everything alive. Again is because I will only do what I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than getting some satisfaction, my dissatisfaction is growing much more than I ever requested. The mean time I was questioning myself about what’s fair, what’s deserved. It’s quite disappointing to say but being a son, I was failed, being a hope, it’s despaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some things just wouldn’t change, some facts just can’t erase, and some faith will never misplace. Mom, I can’t promise the ending will be what you wished, but I promise, it’ll be very very much better than the worst than you aren’t hope to be. For the reason why I declared today, perhaps I’m started to believe in good, maybe I wish there is still hope out there to can define me in some other way. A change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When the day came, I wish you still able stood by my side and tell me “See, I told you so.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s227.photobucket.com/albums/dd76/sCout_Kidz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=despair_brushtest.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd76/sCout_Kidz/despair_brushtest.jpg" alt="Photobucket" 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/7528863738527946055-935519392129726025?l=silveroid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/feeds/935519392129726025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528863738527946055&amp;postID=935519392129726025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default/935519392129726025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default/935519392129726025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-mom-although-i-know-this-letter.html' title='An Undelivered Letter'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03372425683367812405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528863738527946055.post-1775711290396893864</id><published>2008-11-09T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:16:19.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drey Builded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hi and welcome everyone who are invited, (i guess not more than 5 though)&lt;br /&gt;   This small little drey was officially created at 2008/11/9 10:12:54AM, and here goes my first post =) Well, first special thanks to yy and "miss fujioka" for inspiring me in creating this small space. Their blogs are very spiritualize, interesting yet informative and not the least well designed. Check it out some time, feel what I feel :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Erm...I suppose it will not be necessary to introduce myself. (No?) And I have to apologize that I can't keep my blog updated due to heavy workload given by our well respected teachers, so please come by once in a week =) (That would be my best to promise this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Today's in Beijing, the weather is around 1~13 degree Celsius, what a day huh...therefore today's topic is weather. The weather here used to be cold or much lower compared to my hometown, especially during winter. Allow me to call it temporary as "pre-winter" (until I found the correct term...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Every wake up in the morning the only things in your mind is warm your body with a hot drink, instead of brushing your teeth first. Though you will still forced to brush first cause you're told by your father, mother, grandpa, grandma, kindergarener &amp;amp; primary school's teacher, haha. Oh ya, try the tap water in the morning, I bet you won't dare to bath with it. Bath only when your heater is running, otherwise taking cold shower everyday may do more harm than good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After that you need to pick a jacket, today's theme is white, thus pick a white one =). Do bear in mind always wear more clothes than needed, because the temperature may drop so critically 5~10 degree Celsius a day. Bringing a 500g 30cm thermometer are not necessary, your body can tell if you don't wear enough. Flu in the winter are very suffering, hiding in the blanket for 24hours a day are doomed. Do yourself a favor and prepare more clothes before winter is arriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   During pre-winter, the air is dry and not likely will rain (good luck if rainy). You need to apply tons of lotion on your skin to prevent dry skin especially for girls, it would be very hard to stop the bleeding if your skin somehow cracked. Protect your lip as well, lips balm do a great job in protecting your lip, simply apply one cm thick on your lip x).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Prepare more food, so that you're allowed to be lazy not to walk your way into the restaurant when the weather is too cold for you. Biscuit is the best choice, unlike bread that shorter storage period, basically biscuit will have 1 year before it is expired, buy and forget it, best invention of all time. Usually I will buy few packs to keep under my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember, clothes, lotion and food. If you're ready these three, then you're good to go.&lt;br /&gt;Season is a big challange for our fellow South-East Asians and we should at least experience it once in our lifetime. I already did, when will be your turn?? =)&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528863738527946055-1775711290396893864?l=silveroid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/feeds/1775711290396893864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528863738527946055&amp;postID=1775711290396893864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default/1775711290396893864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528863738527946055/posts/default/1775711290396893864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silveroid.blogspot.com/2008/11/drey-builded.html' title='Drey Builded'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03372425683367812405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
