<?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-8698783516431419361</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:48:06.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我~Moi~Me</title><subtitle type='html'>There can be miracles, when you believe..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-8448988548471529359</id><published>2011-02-27T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T01:39:35.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>感情</title><content type='html'>人的一生，会遇到很多，很多人；好的、坏的、给我们快乐的、令我们伤心的、让我们幸福的。。而我们是非常特别的，我们有一分与生俱来的礼物--感情。感情把这些归类，有友情、亲情、爱情。。。但你们有没有发现我们没有‘恨’情或‘敌’情？感情这一门是美好的，一切不好的，我们都不会把它放入‘感情’里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么没有‘恨’情呢？‘恨’是感觉，不是感情。感觉是不会长久的，可能不止三分钟，但也不可能到海枯石烂。所以朋友们，当你们恨一个人的时候，千万要大方点，退一步海阔天空，因为你们知道那只是一个感觉，它也许不会随风而去，但会随时而逝。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而‘敌’呢？我们常听到‘敌意’而不是‘敌情’。。何谓意？我觉得‘意’是我们心中所想，只是想，只是在那一刹那的想，可能不到两天就忘了。。所以呢，把敌人都忘了吧，我们的心只有拳头般那么大，根本没有空间给这些所谓的敌人，因为我们要留给我们的感情，把家人、朋友、情人放在心里。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从现在开始，让我们努力经营心里那一份感情，但不要沉溺于感情；做个重感情但不滥情的人；把世界最美好的，放在心里，好好享受每一个时光。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-8448988548471529359?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/8448988548471529359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/8448988548471529359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/8448988548471529359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='感情'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-8620963062558246362</id><published>2011-02-19T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T12:51:20.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do when you are alone?</title><content type='html'>"Are you alone now?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing anything?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you have any plan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am alone here. Actually my friend asked me go for a gathering just now, but I do not know why, I am just not in the mood to go out, I feel lazy to go out... But I feel bad for not joining them as I did not see them long time already. I am sorry, I just want to sit on my chair and rest today. I just started my semester 2 for 2 weeks, but I know myself well, I am not motivated. I am in a new group now, but I don't like this group as I do not know my new classmates, some of them are not serious in the class, some of them like to show off even they do not know much.. However, I think I will love this group because I can learn to do things without others' help. I can be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always say we need friends so that they can help us when we have problems. But what if we don't have friends? You have to accept the fact that studying abroad is hard to have true friends. We can go for a movie together, dinner at a restaurant, sing and dance.. But we can never share our stories like the ways we talk to our friends in primary or secondary schools. I left home nearly 2 years already, I have lost contact with some old friends.. Maybe each of us has things to do and not that free to keep contact as there is 7-hours difference in time. But glad that I still keep contact with some friends through Facebook, skype, etc.. And luckily I have my family, my parents wait for me nearly everyday.. Sometimes my dad talked with me even it's 1.30am. Who can do that? Girlfriend? Best friend? Friend? That's why I love the most my family.. My brother who has to wake up at 4 does leave me a message too sometimes, I know he miss me.. And my sister, the one who always motivates me whenever I have problems, she contacts me regularly, we talk, we laugh and we plan our holidays too..I am so excited now as she is coming Paris in march and definitely I have a great plan for her!!! My family really supports me a lot, that's why I can succeed until this moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what should I do when I feel lonely? I have the answer now, maybe write a blog? Talk with family? Do some revisions? We need help from others? Why not try to make yourself great and be the one who can help others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-8620963062558246362?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/8620963062558246362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-to-do-when-you-are-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/8620963062558246362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/8620963062558246362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-to-do-when-you-are-alone.html' title='What to do when you are alone?'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-132210267591426250</id><published>2010-10-28T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:35:36.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cogito ergo sum</title><content type='html'>There is a question in my english exercise:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think ______ I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. so that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c. therefore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, I tried with three choices, but neither one that convince me. So, I deceided to search through internet. And I just found out the answer, I think, therefore I am. Actually, I did hear about this expression last year, from my french professor, in french, it is 'je pense donc je suis'. Do you know the meaning of this expression? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The simple meaning of the phrase is that if someone wonders whether or not they  exist, that is, in and of itself, proof that they do exist (because, at the very  least, there is an "I" who does the thinking)."--Wikipedia&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, whenever you are thinking something, you exist. And whenever you are not, you don't exist. Therefore, don't waste your time from now on, think, think and think so that we exist always in this wonderful world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/8698783516431419361-132210267591426250?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/132210267591426250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2010/10/cogito-ergo-sum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/132210267591426250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/132210267591426250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2010/10/cogito-ergo-sum.html' title='Cogito ergo sum'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-7280821945553009469</id><published>2010-10-24T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:54:04.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday holiday!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TMTG-PyDzrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3lXEj4XbRww/s1600/beach-holiday2-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TMTG-PyDzrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3lXEj4XbRww/s320/beach-holiday2-08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531765015008497330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohooooo!!! It's my holiday now! What should I do during my holiday? Shopping? Travel? Study? Sleep? Watch drama? Watch movie? I do not know much about what I am going to do; I wanna study for my exams, but I am not in the mood. I wanna sleep but I couldn't fall asleep. I wanna travel but I have exams just after the holidays. I wanna go for movies but all my friend went back hometown already. So, what should I do? After thinking for the whole day, I have a great plan. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am going to study A LITTLE BIT everyday as I don't want to spend my holidays just with books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I want to go exercise because I do not have time to exercise during my school days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I want to cook nice food everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I want to...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I have a lot of works to do but I just don't know how to organise it.. Maybe I should sleep now and maybe I will get some ideas in my dream....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-7280821945553009469?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/7280821945553009469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2010/10/holiday-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/7280821945553009469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/7280821945553009469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2010/10/holiday-holiday.html' title='Holiday holiday!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TMTG-PyDzrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3lXEj4XbRww/s72-c/beach-holiday2-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-5274381222652661187</id><published>2010-10-21T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T09:09:54.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>完美~Perfect~Parfait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Si tu trouves la bonne solution, je te donne 20/20 pour l'oral!"--le Prof.&lt;div&gt;"If you found the exact answer, I give you 20/20 for your oral exam!"--The professor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"如果你找到正确的答案，你的口试将会是满分！"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;满分？那不就是完美吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;今天，我有数学考试，而且是一个口试，不知道为什么我特别紧张，一整天心不在焉，只要想到那口试，我的心跳就加速，手心冒冷汗。数学，坦白说，那是我的强项，但是，我不知道为什么，我竟然感到害怕。在我脑海的第一个问题，不是考试的难度，而是我的成绩。我常常在想：这次的考试我会得多少分呢？20？19？18？（总分是20）不知不觉，我感觉那压力在自我放大，而且压得我喘不过气来。。。完美真的那么重要吗？是的!从小六的检定考试、初中的评估考试、到决定人生的教育文凭考试，我一直都在追求完美，而我是个幸运的人，每一次我都功到垂成。 可能就是因为这个原因吧，我成了“追求完美狂”。就好像刚才的口试，虽然我回答对了，但我感到无比的遗憾，因为我犯了一个非常基本的错误，我竟然看漏了一个东西。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;回到家后，我一直在自我安慰，告诉自己：十九分与二十分的差别，只是少喝一口汤的分别，并不是天与地的分别。而刚才，我恍然领悟完美这个道理。什么是完美？所谓完美无缺，我想那“缺”，应该是缺点的缺，或是缺陷的缺。总而言之，完美无缺，就是没有缺点，没有缺陷。相信大家有看过北京的鸟巢吧,那是多么的壮观，多少人看了，都竖起拇指说那是当今最完美的建筑！但完美不代表没有遗憾，大家认识刘翔吧？他是中国人的英雄，但竟然在最重要的时刻受伤了，那是“鸟巢”永远的遗憾。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TMBlPg1W0YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UtQEeGEVhLQ/s1600/Img214507813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TMBlPg1W0YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UtQEeGEVhLQ/s320/Img214507813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530531659597140354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;夜晚的鸟巢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我再举一个例子，大家看过西游记吧：唐三藏，度过了多少难关，捱过了多少艰难日子，终于取得西经，但经书却湿了，他感到沮丧，因为他失去了唯一的完美，但。。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; zoom: 1; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; zoom: 1; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;三藏追悔的说：悟空、悟空... &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; zoom: 1; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; zoom: 1; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;悟空精疲力尽答曰；师父、师父... 三藏：你看，这经卷都打湿了，这可如何是好啊？ &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; zoom: 1; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; zoom: 1; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;悟空：师父，天已放晴，快打开晒干吧！ &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; zoom: 1; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; zoom: 1; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;当晒干后八戒收书时却弄破了，三藏惋惜道：都怪我们没有看管好，佛本心经已经残缺不全了。 &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; zoom: 1; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; zoom: 1; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;悟空：嘿嘿，师父，不妨事，天地本不全，经文残缺也应不全之理，为人力所能为也！&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; zoom: 1; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; zoom: 1; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;三藏略有所思的点了点头，继续前行去了...&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; zoom: 1; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; zoom: 1; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; zoom: 1; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;大家看了，有感想吧，做什么事，尽力就好，对得起良心，对得起自己，哪怕不是满分，只要没有遗憾，没有后悔，才叫做人生的完美！&lt;/pre&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/8698783516431419361-5274381222652661187?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/5274381222652661187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2010/10/perfectparfait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/5274381222652661187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/5274381222652661187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2010/10/perfectparfait.html' title='完美~Perfect~Parfait'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TMBlPg1W0YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UtQEeGEVhLQ/s72-c/Img214507813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-704278572275892991</id><published>2010-10-19T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T14:22:03.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When I am stress, I always find something to play, go disco, drink with friends.. But, today I found something more interesting and it's relaxing! I am quite tired today because last night I slept late for my mechanic work, it was too complicated and I had to search through net for tips. Besides that, I had class for maths today, we are doing maths that are really hard, I don't know whether the professor realise that we are just first year student or not, haha.. But it doesn't matter, the most important thing is we gain knowledge everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we finished class at 4, but we went to library for revision, we had discussion for exercices....... And just after the session, one of my friend, Sébastien, he invited us to go to his house for a little gathering and have dinner there. Of course, we said 'YES', after the whole busy day, it's impossible for us to say no when someone want to cook for us, haha.. We brought some fruits, eggs to his house and we started to play PS3. It was so nice as it had been long time that I didn't play game(I am planning to get one, but I don't know how to bring back Malaysia later). We played a guitar game as 3 of us love music and he know how to play electronic guitar(not sure about the name of this instrument, correct me if it is wrong.) It's really cool with the wireless joystick and the graphic is so nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the game, we started to cook, I fried the eggs with some bacons, she prepared the dessert and he put some food into microwave as it is faster and we were really hungry at that time! While we were eating, we talked to each other, listened to music from Simple Plan( and I just know that they can speak french as they are canadians, je suis un peu choqué!). When we finished eating, he started to play his guitar and I had to admit that he is really good in it, and I am going to his concert 5/11/2010 even I have exams after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TL4K1KE59KI/AAAAAAAAAGA/41ox8RF0LqA/s1600/photo+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TL4K1KE59KI/AAAAAAAAAGA/41ox8RF0LqA/s320/photo+(4).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529869300811822242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Séb is playing his guitar, see the 'speaker'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TL4K1E3glEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3fc4u15vbuY/s1600/photo+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TL4K1E3glEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3fc4u15vbuY/s320/photo+(3).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529869299413455938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She was preparing the food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TL4K0pGqpKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Q5Se-7-GEYo/s1600/photo+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TL4K0pGqpKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Q5Se-7-GEYo/s320/photo+(2).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529869291960837282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not bad right our fried rice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See that? We don't have to spend a lot of money to get a good time, but we just have to find some good friends. When you have friends, you may have someone to talk with, to play with..... They become part of our life when we are living alone abroad and we need them during our hard times. 'A friend in need is a friend indeed!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-704278572275892991?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/704278572275892991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2010/10/relax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/704278572275892991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/704278572275892991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2010/10/relax.html' title='Relax'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TL4K1KE59KI/AAAAAAAAAGA/41ox8RF0LqA/s72-c/photo+(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-971304328273486455</id><published>2010-10-18T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T12:24:23.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En français</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'En français, s'il vous plaît, en français s'il vous plaît!' ça, c'est ce qu'on(mes camarades et moi) disait toujours pendant les cours l'année dernière. On est arrivés en France en juin l'année dernière avec le français 0. C'était vraiment 0, même le mot 'bonsoir', on connaissait pas.. Mais maintenant, il faut que j'utilise un peu de français pour écrire le blog pour que les fans ne partent pas(je rigole, haha). D'un autre côté, je peux bien m'améliorer le français!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai rencontré beaucoup gens pendant toute l'année, j'ai toujours les bonnes remarques pour le français, en fait, je peux parler comme les autres, c'est grâce au professeurEs! Sans elles, je ne serai pas ici.. Elles ont fait beaucoup d'efforts pour nous mettre sur la bonne route:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Une dictée presque tous les jours, on voulait de plaindre, mais on ne pouvait pas car on ne savait pas s'exprimer en français.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Des tas de tests, la géographie de la France, le climat, la grammaire, la prononciation, etc, etc... On demandait toujours les 'reductions' sur les contrôles, mais on avait toujours 'non' pour les réponses:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Elles patientaient vraiment beaucoup avec nous car elles ont du quelquefois expliquer la même chose, répéter répéter répéter.. Ce qui est rigolo c'est qu'elles ne pouvaient pas rigoler quand on disaient des bêtises car le premier principe des profs, ne vous moquez pas des étudiants, quel dommage!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. On a visité une école de vin, le zoo, le haut-Koenigsbourg, la forteresse Vauban.. Mais tout ça, ce n'est pas seulement pour passer de bons moments ensemble, ce sont des sorties PEDAGOGIQUES, mais quand même, c'est sympa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Elles nous apprennent de gros mots. Attendez, n'imaginez pas trop. En fait ce ne sont pas vraiment les gros mots, vous voulez savoir ce qu'on a appris? Mercredi! Saperlipopette! Vous voyez? C'est pour ça, je dis qu'elles sont les meilleures profs du monde, haha(pas ironique hein)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Faire un gâteau si on parle d'autre langue pendant le cours, ça, c'est pas mal! Grâce à cette règle, on avait des gâteaux à manger pendant la pause!!! Mais on avait supprimé cette règle car on a grossi!!! Hahahahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grâce à tous ça, j'arrive à m'exprimer comme vous et je les apprécie beaucoup beaucoup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfin, je vous dis où j'apprends la langue, ça fait un peu de la publicité, mais bon, c'est la crise, il faut s'entraider toujours entre les amis, haha.. J'appris le français au centre d'études de langues à Colmar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon courage pour ceux qui sont en train d'apprendre quelque chose!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLyaTZyMitI/AAAAAAAAAFo/bt403_slfYo/s1600/37745_424980839840_596404840_4286255_5991100_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLyaTZyMitI/AAAAAAAAAFo/bt403_slfYo/s320/37745_424980839840_596404840_4286255_5991100_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529464100633742034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vous voyez les profs? Mes camarades sont aussi dedans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-971304328273486455?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/971304328273486455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2010/10/en-francais.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/971304328273486455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/971304328273486455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2010/10/en-francais.html' title='En français'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLyaTZyMitI/AAAAAAAAAFo/bt403_slfYo/s72-c/37745_424980839840_596404840_4286255_5991100_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-2853882888927981429</id><published>2010-10-17T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T13:30:59.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compact trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLtYs2ie0zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YD0fpdF4R6o/s320/photo+(1).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529110495105045298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;You see the 'wau' at the tail of the plane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went back to Malaysia last July, it had been 13 months that I stayed in France before I went back. The feeling was totally different when I was going back. When I saw the 'wau' of Malaysia Airlines, I felt like 'Oh gosh, I am going back, it's unbelievable!' I never think that I can go back during my summer holiday as the tickets are really expensive. But I made it and I traveled 15 hours to get back to hometown, Kota Bharu. When I reached KLIA, I tried to call my parents to make sure that they wait for me at the airport, but the problem was my phone was out of credit! I prayed so that they know what time I am going to reach. When I reached KB airport, my mum was waiting me outside, I ran outside and I hugged her and I knew she cried, but this is normal, when we miss someone so much for being so long time, definitely we will cry when we see him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents were so happy to see back in KB, they brought me everywhere to eat good food, shopping, find friends, etc etc... And the important one for me--my sister, she had canceled her plan to go China and bought expensive tickets to come back to see me, it had been more than 15 months that I didn't see her, I quite miss her actually. So, we, parents and I, we decided to plan for a super, unforgettable trip as it is not easy to gather the whole family one time as my sister work oversea and I am studying abroad. So, we planned to go to Cameron Highlands and Ipoh. We chose a weekend to go there as my parents have to work during weekdays. 6 August 2010, I woke up at 3.30 am, and of course, I woke everybody up, I said: "I want to reach Gua Musang as early as possible, I don't want to miss my tian ji(a type of frog)" They were nice, nobody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;complained even they didn't have enough sleep. And we reached Gua Musang by 7.25am, I got what I want, something I waited more than a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLtZEn6KxvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MupSxXqbaP8/s320/47817_420040918989_584828989_4855008_7706636_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529110903494723314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the 'frog' porridge, yummy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After finished eating, we continued our journey and it's my dad's turn to drive as I was tired for the early driving. We reached Cameron Highlands at about 10am, we visited around the hill, took pictures with flowers, bees, tea plantation... It was a great travel when we can spend time with someone we love. Frankly, the feelings are greater than visiting Eiffel tower, Venice... Although I had been there several times, this time was the best as we discovered another restaurant, 'oh la la', the food is really great, especially:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLtZq7xsxjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/72OoXbqYg_M/s1600/59227_420041403989_584828989_4855032_6091117_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLtZq7xsxjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/72OoXbqYg_M/s320/59227_420041403989_584828989_4855032_6091117_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529111561662940722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitter gourd! I'm lovin it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLtapngmnEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/njPVAqqr2BQ/s320/46940_420042463989_584828989_4855111_4801159_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529112638554283074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Steamboat!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLtaon_J1cI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0BcI9Bv8m9E/s320/59263_420041643989_584828989_4855051_6721913_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529112621502551490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No bee no honey&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLtaoeqyrGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gtq5VIaz7s8/s320/41215_420041033989_584828989_4855016_1496652_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529112619001228386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't remember when is the last time that 3 of us take a photo togethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;r&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were going back home, we decided to go back through Ipoh, so that we can EAT again there, haha... Maybe it's hard for you to believe, but you have to believe it, we reached Ipoh, we ate dimsum, we even went for a movie(Salt), it sounds crazy? Yes! But it is the happiest moment for us, we had a lot of jokes during the journey. Somehow, we slept in the car as we were too tired during the way back home. Luckily there is a Irongirl in our family, my sister drove back, slow and steady. I don't have idea why one girl can be so tough, c'est vraiment impressionnant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I am sitting in front of the computer, looking through those pictures, I don't know when I am going back again, but it's for sure that I will never forget those sweet memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLtap8qOTrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-HD3U60tTRg/s320/59416_420044518989_584828989_4855167_1132801_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529112644231777970" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLtaqShaNwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FrF_OSl1slg/s1600/47748_420041978989_584828989_4855070_7440751_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fresh fish is every expensive here, go back sure have eat as much as possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLtaqShaNwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FrF_OSl1slg/s1600/47748_420041978989_584828989_4855070_7440751_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLtaqShaNwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FrF_OSl1slg/s320/47748_420041978989_584828989_4855070_7440751_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529112650100389634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The irongirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-2853882888927981429?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/2853882888927981429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2010/10/compact-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/2853882888927981429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/2853882888927981429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2010/10/compact-trip.html' title='Compact trip'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLtYs2ie0zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YD0fpdF4R6o/s72-c/photo+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-1810113691189831516</id><published>2010-10-16T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:59:45.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Grève</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLotsbUjFpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vff5XG2gScs/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLotsbUjFpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vff5XG2gScs/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528781733822142098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is what we call 'La Grève' in France&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grève, what's that? You may try to use word reference or google translator to figure it out. Oops, there is another method to find the meaning of the word, try to take the newspaper, or surf through the net, you may find out what is that when you are reading international news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Do you know the hottest news in France now? There are strikes all around in France, the people--young ones, old ones, women, men, students.. Everyone is walking on the road and protest about the new policy for the minimum age retirement(from 60-62). But actually the real problem is only the retirement age. It is economy crisis now, there is not much money left and the government is trying to reduce those advantages(bonus, holiday, allowances) from those government's servants, so, they want to fight for their rights, they join the strikes and start to protest. I had a nice discussion with a french friend just now, he told me that at about 1980, the minimum age retirement was 65, and the party who won the election at that time had changed the policy, and they reduced the age to 60 because at that time, people did not live very long like nowadays, and 60 years old is considered old. And now, average age of death had increased, so, it's normal that we work longer as we live longer, we cannot wait for others to give us money. But the government didn't explain the situation, there are more and more elders and if they don't work longer, they would create a huge burden for the country's economy. Because of those strikes, we have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1. Students who can skip their class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2. International airport without fuel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3. Workers who have more holidays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;4. Less pollution as there are less trains, buses....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;5. More news to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;6. Something to talk about in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;7. A great family day(usually they went there with the whole family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;etc... etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Let's imagine something, there is no fuel right now, every companies are using the emergency stockage, and it will finish very soon. At that time, no more fuel, no more lorries, no more cars, no more motorcycles, no more scooters.. No transportation, no food, no drinks... It can be a disaster! I hope they will realise about it soon, the government should think for the people but not just for the election. Try to sit down, have a nice talk, and everything would be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There is always a way to create a 'win-win situation'! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-1810113691189831516?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/1810113691189831516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2010/10/la-greve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/1810113691189831516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/1810113691189831516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2010/10/la-greve.html' title='La Grève'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLotsbUjFpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vff5XG2gScs/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-1345477063138180513</id><published>2010-10-15T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:45:56.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally, I updated my blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had been a long long time that I didn't update my blog. Even when my sister asked me to update my blog, I always say:"Now I am very busy, can I update it later?" Everyday I am telling myself that I am busy; slowly, I forget to do a lot of things. I forget to enjoy my life, I forget to chat with my parents, I forget to find friends.... But why? I had a lot of assignments to do and I always tell myself to achieve higher target. In class, my friends always ask me questions when they don't understand. But today when I received my first result, I am disappointed to myself, I am not the best this time. Sometime it can be quite tired if we always try to compare with others, but that's normal for me, since primary school, we like to compete with each other until SPM, and even in during my Pre-U in Colmar, we were still comparing our results. Actually it's quite 'childish' but there are positive sides of 'comparing with others'. We always try to get better result than our friends and finally, there are always improvements in our studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, before I went to see my result which is published at the board, I knew my result from my friends, they started to comment about it, 'How come? What happen? There are some problems with ur result". At that moment, I didn't talk at all because I don't understand why they still want to compare my result. I do not have the highest mark, so what? Take it easy man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I reached home, I put down my bag, and I watched a movie, I am tired; I am not motivated now, but when I read through my blog, I feel touched, there is someone who always support me. He left comments for me, but I never read it, and when I saw his name, I do not know who is him, and finally, I found him in blogspot, he is my brother. We do not chat frequently because he has to wake up early for his work, and normally when he is free during weekend, he doesn't have chance to talk with me because I always chat with my parents first and I will offline just after finish chatting with them. Actually, I miss my brother, he is a nice guy, during my holiday in Malaysia, we always went out together, for food of course, and we appreciated those moments a lot. I hope one day I can bring him here and travel around Europe, he never ask things from me, but I hope I can give him something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you He, when I saw your comments, I know you are always there to back me up. And that's my reason to keep myself motivated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLi9A16RCqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/V_adlSkSjWk/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLi9A16RCqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/V_adlSkSjWk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528376364766399138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;First time he chose newspaper than eat! haha:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-1345477063138180513?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/1345477063138180513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2010/10/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/1345477063138180513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/1345477063138180513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2010/10/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLi9A16RCqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/V_adlSkSjWk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-5359427830406969545</id><published>2009-10-25T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:51:43.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 hours</title><content type='html'>Something suddenly flash through my mind. It is about the change of time. Today, 3.00am, 25 October 2009, we had to change our time, we had reversed the clock by one hour. So, today I had 25 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first 25 hours per day for me. It is wonderful, I am really excited! I did not do any special today, As usual, woke up early in the morning, went to church, watched movie, and revised my french. But the biggest difference I experienced is the time difference between Malaysia and France, for me, my parents seems sleep earlier, my friends offline earlier(except for some ZOMBIE).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me 25 hours and 24 hours is the same. Although sometime I feel like I do not have enough of time to do my work, but when I have 25 hours, I do not feel that I can do many things. So, what for we always demand for extra hours? As long as we appreciate the time we having now, and use it properly, 24 hours are enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 24 hours more than 25 hours per day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-5359427830406969545?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/5359427830406969545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/10/25-hours.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/5359427830406969545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/5359427830406969545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/10/25-hours.html' title='25 hours'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-7862061958913929486</id><published>2009-10-25T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:41:20.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank</title><content type='html'>She keeps on asking me to write a blog. Blog, blog, blog, I do not know what to write, I do not have any idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write about my visits but I think it is more interesting to write about it in Facebook than a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write about my study, but there is nothing interesting to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write about politic, but I scared 'ISA', LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write about my feelings, but I felt it is 'lame' to write those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write about my life, but I prefer to keep my own privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what can I write now? A lot of question marks in my head, but at this moment, it is Blank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-7862061958913929486?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/7862061958913929486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/10/blank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/7862061958913929486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/7862061958913929486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/10/blank.html' title='Blank'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-631943132312418736</id><published>2009-09-13T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:17:08.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Une bonne journée</title><content type='html'>Today I had passed a WONDERFUL day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in the church, they are so nice, they invited us for lunch in their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with some snacks and vine, and then we continued with our lunch, which is breads, tomatoes, chicken+mushrooms, rice and mee, oh my god, it was so delicious!! I ate a lot.. And then, they proposed to bring us for a walk around the castles, 'Les Cinq Châteaux'. We did not think much nor think twice, we answered 'YES'! We never go there before, it is really our luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we started our visit by car, during the journey, they talked a lot with us, luckily we can speak french(thanks to our proffesors in CEL) and we did speak a lot of french with them, they teached us a lot, like those names of the fruits, the trees, the names of those castles, and the most important, they helped us to take the photos!! haha... And they seems want to help me to 'tackle' someone, haha.. They keeped on want me to take photo together with 'her', haha.. Thanks ya, haha... (*in the church, everyone that greeted us would ask whether she is my wife, my girlfriend, or whether we are engaged), haha.. are we really look like couple, I think no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, they brought us for a walk around those beautiful houses on the mountain, there is a lot of vineyard, and at that place, we met another nice couple, they were selling some grapes, we stopped at there to buy the grapes, then we started talking with the madam who were selling, and then his husband came and talked with us, from the grapes to the vines, and when he knew I am going to study Geology, he even talk with me about the earth, the structure and the forest, luckily I still managed to understand what he was trying to tell me, and he was so happy because we can speak french within studying 3 months here. He gave us a pack of grapes as a present, haha... Thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am at home, feel tired but I really happy, because I can visit a lot of places, met some new friends, and most important, I really can speak french, maybe it is not fluent as those french, but I think I did get something from my hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-631943132312418736?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/631943132312418736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/09/une-bonne-journee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/631943132312418736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/631943132312418736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/09/une-bonne-journee.html' title='Une bonne journée'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-6202265666182121285</id><published>2009-09-06T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:55:28.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to Strasbourg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/SqPWqrEGWLI/AAAAAAAAACA/nOZdRYHl-Ng/s1600-h/IMG_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378378408613271730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/SqPWqrEGWLI/AAAAAAAAACA/nOZdRYHl-Ng/s320/IMG_0914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bangkok in Thailand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venice in Italy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about France? Is there any city like I mentioned above? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes!! It's Strasbourg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/SqPSBnZjshI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZwrVlODhoOI/s1600-h/IMG_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378373305208386066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/SqPSBnZjshI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZwrVlODhoOI/s320/IMG_0980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 8.38am: We reached the train station at Strasbourg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.45am: We took photos around the station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.00am: We get a plan from the tourism office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.15am: We look for bus to go to the stadium where the International Sepak Takraw is held. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.45am: We are on the bus. But, but, but on the wrong bus. 1.40 euros flied! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.05am: We searched for another bus, but finally we decided to walk to the stadium with the plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.00am: We reached the stadium. We were not dare to go in the stadium. We wait for kak Nab. But after we contacted Patrick, we went in the stadium and watched the competition. Guess what? Full of fans from all over the world? Full of fans--just 6 of us from Malaysia who are currently studying in Colmar. What the....... Haha... We watched the competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.00pm: Kak Nab had reached. We played takraw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.30pm: We were going to visit some places. But 'someone' tarik us until 1pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.00pm: We leave the stadium and going to the town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.15pm: It was rainning and we stopped at a bus stop to plan our trip. Finally we decided to take our dinner in Strasbourg and take the last train back to colmar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.45pm: We reached the train station to buy tickets for going back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.00pm: We looked for the place where we can take a course with boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.00pm:Finally, luckily, happily, we found the place and bought the tickets. (It took a long time to find the place because it is far). And, we only walk, we did not take any transport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.20pm: We are on the boat, choosing the language for our tour guide. Wonderful!! There are 13 languages provided. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.30pm: The boat finally reached the port. We started our photo session. The city centre is really nice, with the buildings mixed Germany and France culture. (take a look in my facebook profile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.00pm: We took our dinner in a kebab shop. THANKS TO SAFI!!!! He paid for all of us... What a lucky day!!! Kebab is really nice and delicious after walking for the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.30pm: We took a walk around to view the night scene of the town. I recorded a poem there. So romantic, but I think most of you can't understand the poem. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.15pm: We returned to the train station as our train was 10.53pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.47pm: We were on the train. Someone distributed chocolate and cake so that we stay awake and remember to leave the train when we reached. But, what had happened? Everyone was sleeping after eating. Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.30pm: We reached Colmar and fortunately, everyone was awake at the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.15am: We reached home. And I? I online and uploaded all the photos as we want to make those who did not join the trip to be regretted. Haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.00am: I slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wonderful trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-6202265666182121285?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/6202265666182121285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-strasbourg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/6202265666182121285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/6202265666182121285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-strasbourg.html' title='A trip to Strasbourg'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/SqPWqrEGWLI/AAAAAAAAACA/nOZdRYHl-Ng/s72-c/IMG_0914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-993586481769136005</id><published>2009-08-22T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:42:18.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>溫柔對待親愛的人</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;'無事忙中老，空裡有哭笑，本來沒有我，生死皆可拋。'&lt;/strong&gt;--聖嚴法師&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;對待家人，我們習慣成自然地不懂禮貌，不會溫柔，不是大呼小叫，就是懶得搭理。因為太過熟悉了，而不知珍惜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「你快點行不行！？大男人這麼會磨蹭，像個老婆子！」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;便利商店內櫃檯前，婦人對抱著兒子選購飲料的丈夫吼叫，轉過身卻軟了嗓：「先生，請幫我挑三個茶葉蛋，要入味一點的喔！」類似的情景應該常看見。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;比如，丈夫在外活躍又健談，被公司的女同事們封為幽默高手，回到家，卻成了自閉症患者，不是盯著電視，就是看著報紙，對妻子的說話充耳不聞，或斥喝閉嘴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;觀察發現，這樣「裡外不一」的情形在多數人身上、多數家庭裡頭都會發生，或是慣性，或屬偶發，並且被「公然」接受。就像你遇見在爭吵的夫妻，丈夫或妻子轉過臉望見你時，會露出招呼的笑臉，回過頭又繼續爭吵，那麼般地自然。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;對待家人，我們卻習慣成自然地不懂禮貌，不會溫柔，不是大呼小叫，就是懶得搭理。因為太過熟悉了，而不知珍惜，這實在是極為錯誤的心態。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;對同事和氣，可以增進工作場所的融洽；對朋友體貼，可以擴展自己的人際；對上司尊重，可以利益自己前程。 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;卻不細想：對家人和氣，可以增進家庭的融洽；對家人體貼，可以讓關係更親密；對家人尊重，可以使生活充滿歡喜。 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;與家人的關係，是這世上最該珍惜的情感！許多人卻忽略了。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一名死刑犯臨死前說了：「我很敬愛我老爸！可是我從沒對他這樣說，我總是不理他的教訓，在他指責我時瞪著他，跟他耍流氓！我其實很愛他，很感謝他從來沒放棄我，但我這一生，自懂事以來，只在他快要病死的時候抱過他一次，就只那一次，我沒惹他生氣！」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你呢？&lt;br /&gt;總是對老媽嘟嚷肚子餓啦？襪子找不到啦？&lt;br /&gt;總是對老爸呼喊機車壞了？沒零用錢了？&lt;br /&gt;總是對兒女教訓沒個好樣？別給我丟臉？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;錯了！趕快，換個口氣、態度表達看看！&lt;br /&gt;絕對會有好的感受與獲得，你的生活將因此更美好；&lt;br /&gt;要自知苦惱，才不會拒苦事；&lt;br /&gt;要自知薄福，才會惜福種福；&lt;br /&gt;要自知不會修行，才會虛心學習。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-993586481769136005?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/993586481769136005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/993586481769136005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/993586481769136005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='溫柔對待親愛的人'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-1231220137619403699</id><published>2009-08-20T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:55:43.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another brother in France!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/So1__Zc5hII/AAAAAAAAABw/qQxsS_Edtbs/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372090657663452290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/So1__Zc5hII/AAAAAAAAABw/qQxsS_Edtbs/s320/DSC00295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you my dear brother Patrick!!! I had a nice dinner tonight.. It is SPEGHETTI!! arrhhhhhhhhh.... I love it!! Really thankful got such senior in France!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enchanté!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-1231220137619403699?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/1231220137619403699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-brother-in-france.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/1231220137619403699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/1231220137619403699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-brother-in-france.html' title='Another brother in France!'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/So1__Zc5hII/AAAAAAAAABw/qQxsS_Edtbs/s72-c/DSC00295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-3419985000578661691</id><published>2009-08-20T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:32:25.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first cake in my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/So16PaBTlDI/AAAAAAAAABo/S7dxMYu_cRs/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372084335624295474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/So16PaBTlDI/AAAAAAAAABo/S7dxMYu_cRs/s320/DSC00294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/So16O3tZUcI/AAAAAAAAABg/VubOed0GBlg/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372084326413980098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/So16O3tZUcI/AAAAAAAAABg/VubOed0GBlg/s320/DSC00293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I had to make a cake because I speak Malay at my friend house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I bought the ready-make packet at a supermarket. Some of my friends think that I am 'useless' cause I bought from supermarket, but I would like to tell them, we still have to add others ingredients into our cake, we can't make the cake just with the flour. Those who only know to complain but don't know the reality of making a cake, for me, he/she is considered f***er(sorry for being rude, I had controlled my temper already when they tried to tease me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I told my professors that I bought the ready-make packet, she did not laugh at me, instead, she still said my cake is nice! Actually the cake is really nice.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope next time I can make it by myself, no need to buy ready made packet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-3419985000578661691?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/3419985000578661691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-cake-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/3419985000578661691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/3419985000578661691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-cake-in-my-life.html' title='My first cake in my life!'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/So16PaBTlDI/AAAAAAAAABo/S7dxMYu_cRs/s72-c/DSC00294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-7674703517369235575</id><published>2009-08-16T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:32:22.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment at the airport</title><content type='html'>Actually I am going to sleep already at this moment, I am chatting with my friend, I am going to say 'good night' with her, but suddenly I talk about the moment I was at the airport before I came here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the scene at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached airport about 5pm. Alex and Catherine were there. We just hang around and had a drink at KFC until 6.30pm. Then, they went back to their college and me? I went to gather with my collegues for briefing and took our visas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plane was 11.30pm, we had to gather again at 10pm. So, I have 3 hours and a half with my family. We went to take our dinner at KFC. KFC again, arrhhh, I just took it half hour ago, but I just followed them only because there is only a KFC at there. At that time, I took photos with my family, telling jokes with each other, I never think that I will cry later at that time. Suddenly, my dad asked me, 'eh, later when you board the plane you will cry or not?' I answer him confidently, 'No! I am tough, guys who can go through PLKN are tough, don't worry..' Then he smiled at me and replied,'Sure, I know my son will be tough..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9.30pm, my uncle said he was going to go back already because he was rushing back to Singapore, my family also going back already because they came to airport together, but my mum said 'No, shan's flight is 11.30pm, he has to gather at the borarding entrance at 10pm, still has half an hour, why don't go back later?' At this time, I felt something wrong to my eyes, my eyes started to be wet, I knew I was going to cry already. I controled myself, I told myself, I can never cry at the airport, I must be tough. But I knew I can't do it, so I insisted to ask my dad go back, I said it was late already, so, they listened to me and going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before they going back, my dad said,'lets have a hug before you go there.' When i was hugging my dad, I could not control my tears already. I cried. Then my mum hugged me and asked me stop crying, she did not cry but just ask me to smile, and asked me to take care of myself. I also hugged my brother, they looked tough, nobody was crying except me, but their eyes were red and wet. When they turned around, I felt scared, they were about to leave me, but at that time, I saw they were holding tissues on their hand, 'they are crying', they did not cry in front of me because they want me to be happy but they cried when they went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mum, I cried, I said I miss her..... Then I did not say anything more, because I am crying terribly and hardly to talk. I just closed the phone call. Within 5 minutes, I received a message from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shan, you are far apart from us. It is normal you missed us, we missed you too. But I hope you can be tough can continue your journey.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this message, I did not stop crying. Instead, I ran into a toilet and continue crying. After about 10 mins, I stopped crying and I walked out the toilet and board the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months already I am in France, I no longer felt homesick and I am well-adapt at here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, I miss them but I do not cry, I know they miss me too, and someday I will go back to meet them, maybe is after one year or after two yr. But as long as we love each other, there is nothing matter even we do not meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the food I cooked, I appreciate what they cooked for me. &lt;br /&gt;When I wear my clothes, I appreciate my mum who helps me to wash my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;When I am going to school, I appreciate they fetched me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate everything I am having now, although I can't be with them now, but my heart is be with them, memories is be with us, and everytime when we recall the memories, we are smiling but not crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-7674703517369235575?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/7674703517369235575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/moment-at-airport.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/7674703517369235575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/7674703517369235575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/moment-at-airport.html' title='The moment at the airport'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-6870692723994616861</id><published>2009-08-16T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:02:23.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://15malaysia.com/"&gt;http://15malaysia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15Malaysia is a short film project. It consists of 15 short films made by 15 Malaysian filmmakers. These films not only deal with socio-political issues in Malaysia, they also feature some of the best-known faces in the country, including actors, musicians and top political leaders. You may think of them as funky little films made by 15 Malaysian voices for the people of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched the video from Namewee. It is marvelous! His video really helps us to say out what is in our heart! Thanks to Malaysia government, they approve the website, we see a new hope! Our country is more open nowadays! I see a bright future in my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 15 filmmakers, you all did a good job! Keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-6870692723994616861?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/6870692723994616861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/15-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/6870692723994616861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/6870692723994616861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/15-malaysia.html' title='15 Malaysia'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-5492515545267942057</id><published>2009-08-12T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:09:24.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50%</title><content type='html'>Do you know the definition of 50%?&lt;br /&gt;Is it probability:0.5?&lt;br /&gt;If we say we can answer the questions of an exam paper correctly in 50%, is it mean that I can do those question and at least half of them correctly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I get my test paper from my proffesor. It is just a small test, I score 4 out of 10 marks! Is it terrible? This is the second time I score the lowest in my study at here. But this time, I didn't feel sad or disppointed, just my proffesors and me have the different view. There is two part in the test, Part A, it is life about a businessman, and second part is 'fill in the blank'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second part, I score 4/4&lt;br /&gt;But, for the first part, I score 0/6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part, it is two choises in every question. You are either do it correctly or wrongly. I do it wrongly and not only one question but every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a businessman, I don't think they have to be busy all the time, take flight and taxi for every job and etc..... So, my answers are not accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kinda sad ya I score such marks, but it is normal, and I think it is the first experience for me, now I know, the reality of '50%'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. tomorrow I have another test again, hopefully I won't fail it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-5492515545267942057?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/5492515545267942057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/5492515545267942057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/5492515545267942057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/50.html' title='50%'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-952178924021821528</id><published>2009-08-11T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:06:27.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss a lot...</title><content type='html'>I miss ROTI CANAI!&lt;br /&gt;I miss TEH 'O' PENG!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my parents' COOK!&lt;br /&gt;I miss PCB BELUT!&lt;br /&gt;I miss MY FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;I miss MY CAR!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my MOTOR!&lt;br /&gt;I miss SNOOKER!&lt;br /&gt;I miss KB MALL!&lt;br /&gt;I miss TESCO!&lt;br /&gt;I miss 'LEPAK'!&lt;br /&gt;I miss CHAR KUEW TIAO!&lt;br /&gt;I miss KUEW TIAO SUP!&lt;br /&gt;I miss MY BED!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my ROOM!&lt;br /&gt;I miss MC DONALD!&lt;br /&gt;I miss A&amp;amp;W!&lt;br /&gt;I miss HOTLINK!&lt;br /&gt;I miss DIGI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I get those things here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always a question mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-952178924021821528?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/952178924021821528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-lot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/952178924021821528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/952178924021821528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-lot.html' title='I miss a lot...'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-7104289972396765241</id><published>2009-08-10T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:34:28.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention! H1N1 est dangereux!</title><content type='html'>To everyone that I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently H1N1 is quite serious in Malaysia. So, please take care of your own health!&lt;br /&gt;Below is the information for H1N1, take some time to read it, please:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT SHOULD YOU DO TO PREPARE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be prepared for the possibility that in a pandemic many supplies will be limited and mobility will be greatly reduced. Be sure to take the necessary steps to have your affairs in order and plenty of critical supplies on hand.&lt;br /&gt;• Ensure ample supplies of ongoing and routine medications for self and family.&lt;br /&gt;• Ensure medical insurance coverage.&lt;br /&gt;• Purchase thermometers for each member of the family.&lt;br /&gt;• Stockpile hygiene products, water, and food for six weeks&lt;br /&gt;• Ensure passport, visa or permits are valid for staying put and for travel&lt;br /&gt;• Update the emergency contact information that your organization has on file for you and your family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS “SOCIAL DISTANCING”?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical distancing is a term that refers to the practice of keeping a distance of one meter (three feet) between people. Social distancing refers to measures taken by health authorities to reduce transmission of a virus in the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW DO YOU REDUCE THE CHANCES OF SPREADING INFLUENZA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;• Practice good personal hygiene&lt;br /&gt;• Don’t share eating utensils and drinking glasses.&lt;br /&gt;• Clean utensils used by sick people or surfaces they touch with warm, soapy water or disinfectant.&lt;br /&gt;• Avoid crowded situations that place you in close contact with others.&lt;br /&gt;• Don’t smoke. Smoking makes it easier to catch influenza and increases the likelihood of serious complications.&lt;br /&gt;• Stay home if sick with a fever or cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW DO YOU CARE FOR YOURSELF AND OTHERS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are a few of the things you or those you are caring&lt;br /&gt;for can do to help reduce influenza symptoms. Of course, if the&lt;br /&gt;influenza appears to be more severe, you should consult with a&lt;br /&gt;medical professional immediately.&lt;br /&gt;• Measure your temperature. If it is not above 38°C (100.4°F), you probably don’t have influenza.&lt;br /&gt;• Rest and completely avoid rigorous exercise.&lt;br /&gt;• Avoid contact with others.&lt;br /&gt;• Stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;• Drink plenty of fluids (a glass of water or juice every hour).&lt;br /&gt;• Take paracetamol (also known as acetaminophen) to reduce fever and relieve pain. (It does not kill the virus, but it makes you feel better.)&lt;br /&gt;• Gargle with warm water to ease a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;• Use saline (salt) solution nose drops to help relieve a stuffed nose.&lt;br /&gt;• Keep your nose clean with disposable tissues and throw the used tissues in the garbage. Wash your hands afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;• Don’t smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need more information regard to H1N1, leave your email in the chat box beside and I will send you the handbook ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-7104289972396765241?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/7104289972396765241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/attention-h1n1-est-dangereux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/7104289972396765241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/7104289972396765241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/attention-h1n1-est-dangereux.html' title='Attention! H1N1 est dangereux!'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-6805794616224835494</id><published>2009-08-10T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:38:52.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts today.. C'est la vie!</title><content type='html'>Today, my lecturer and my friends taught me many lessons today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dans la vie, il faut s'efforcer d'être heureux pour montrer l'example aux autres.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our life, we must always try to be happy to show the example to the others. Share our happiness, share our joy, don't feel disappointed when you face failures, you will not fail for your whole life. However good or bad a situation is, it will change. Time will change everything, give time TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If I have 6 hours to chop down a tree, I will use 4 hours to sharpened my axe.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan your life and work for your plan. Somebody think that work immediately is the best policy, just take the situation above as an example, A and B. A direct start to chop down the tree when he get the order, he thinks that he is doing a good job as he started the job immediately and he did not wait for the last second. B did not start to chop the tree immediately, but he sharpened his axe first, by the time, A is laughing him that he couldn't have enough time to chop down the tree, but finally, who is the winner? B! As the axe of A is not sharp enough. So, plan your strategy and look for the solution through few angles, do not judge something immediately, sometime you may think that what you are doing is correct but it's not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You can't change the direction of the wind, but you can always change the direction of your sail to reach your direction.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapt to the environment but not asking or hoping it to adapt to you. Be optimistics, look everything from the good sides, it is always a chance, but not a problem for you. Believe in miracles when you face the worst situation. Miracles is everywhere, take it but not avoid it! Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-6805794616224835494?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/6805794616224835494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-thoughts-today-cest-la-vie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/6805794616224835494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/6805794616224835494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-thoughts-today-cest-la-vie.html' title='Some thoughts today.. C&apos;est la vie!'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-6509826037390049875</id><published>2009-08-08T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:06:59.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat with 'tomorrow'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/Sn3YCqpMb-I/AAAAAAAAABY/L7rl_tWXHu8/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367683871213907938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/Sn3YCqpMb-I/AAAAAAAAABY/L7rl_tWXHu8/s320/DSC00289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever try to chat with someone in MSN, YM or facebook? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or you are playing those everyday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today when I am chatting with my friends, I felt something special which I never realise before. He asked me what is my time now as his time is 3.44am, Sunday, 9 August 2009. And at this moment, my time is 9.44pm, Saturday, 8 August 2009. Do you saw the difference in time? I am chatting with my 'tomorrow', isn't great? This let me feel that I should be thankful to god because I am still able to talk with my friends and still can 'see' my 'tomorrow'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I bought my bicycle. It is in the photo. I had a bicycle before I bought a new one. I bought it from a senior with only 20 euros(about 100 ringgit). The condition of the bicycle is bad, no brakes, seat has problem, gear is not working properly. And with that bicycle, I had my first accident at France. Luckily, I am still alive and can type my blog. I never think to buy a new bicycle although my friends always ask me to do so. I always think to save my money. I think I still can use the bicycle, although it doesn't have brakes, I cycle slowly everyday. But as time goes, I found that actually I am taking risk for riding that bicycle, I always hope there is nothing in front of me so that I do not have to use emergency brakes(my bicycle can stop with brakes but take time), but there are few times I am nearly to bang with car or people. Fortunately, I cycle slowly and I manage to stop my bicycle. These few nights, I often asked myself, why should I save my money as I have to take risk everyday, and worry about my own safety everyday, if something happen to me, although I have money, I also can't use it. I start to worry about my 'tomorrow', will something happen tomorrow? Will there be any accidents tomorrow? I worry about it. But today, I made my own decision. Instead of taking those risks, I decide to buy a new bicycle. I direct went to the bicycle shop this afternoon and I think it is the fate that I will buy the bicycle, the shop will closed for 1 month as it is summer holiday. How lucky am I! C'est bien ma chance! I buy it and now, I am happy with my new bicycle with NICE condition, brakes-gear-seat(really comfortable), everything is perfect for my bicycle, I will love it and the most important, I will no worries for my 'tomorrow', SAFETY FIRST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-6509826037390049875?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/6509826037390049875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/chat-with-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/6509826037390049875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/6509826037390049875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/chat-with-tomorrow.html' title='Chat with &apos;tomorrow&apos;'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/Sn3YCqpMb-I/AAAAAAAAABY/L7rl_tWXHu8/s72-c/DSC00289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-6639091784238639287</id><published>2009-08-03T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:59:00.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis GAI</title><content type='html'>I am very happy today. My proffesor makes a tart for us. It is very very delicious. Because I am too enjoyed of the tart, I forgot to take the photo, so you don't have the chance to look on the tart, haha! I really feel thankful now, I really enjoyed my french class nowadays, the professors are so nice, besides here, I really don't know where to find those professors who will treat the students so good. Before, I am always in dilemma, I don't know whether the path I chose is the right path or not, but today I know it, I have made a right decision for myself, I shall never regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I compare to my friends, I found that I am really lucky for being here, I no need to study for about 9 hours per day like my friends in form 6. I can have my own studio, I can cook whatever I want to eat, I have the freedom to do anything(positive) I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My collegues are really kind and nice. We just like a big family, we eat together, go to school together and go back to home together, we are brothers and sisters. I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can be happy like now for the time I am being here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-6639091784238639287?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/6639091784238639287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/je-suis-gai.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/6639091784238639287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/6639091784238639287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/08/je-suis-gai.html' title='Je suis GAI'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-755544407283597904</id><published>2009-07-31T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T04:08:41.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vélo~Boulot~Dodo</title><content type='html'>'&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vélo&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boulot&lt;/span&gt;~Dodo' is a edited from a french phrase--'&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Métro&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boulot&lt;/span&gt;~Dodo'. '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Métro&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boulot&lt;/span&gt;~Dodo' is '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LRT&lt;/span&gt;(in Malaysia)~Work~Sleep' in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;, it describe about the life of people in Paris. But for me, mine is '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vélo&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boulot&lt;/span&gt;~Dodo', 'Bicycle~Work~Sleep'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cycle to my school every morning at 8 something. Then study until 5 in the evening. And I usually sleep at 9.30 at night. I have the same cycle everyday, '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vélo&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boulot&lt;/span&gt;~Dodo',  '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vélo&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boulot&lt;/span&gt;~Dodo', '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vélo&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boulot&lt;/span&gt;~Dodo'. But I think it is good for me because I can have a chance to discipline myself, and I think it is more healthy if sleep earlier, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you will feel that my life is boring, but actually it is adventurous, interesting, etc etc. While cycling, I can relax myself, cycled through the road with a little traffic, enjoy the beautiful scenery, breath with the fresh air which I never get in my hometown or K.L. When I am studying, I enjoy it very very much, as I can study with my friends who are nice and kind, with those professors who are knowledgeable and humour and the most important, I can learn a new language. And the last part of my day, SLEEP!! I enjoy it so much, I always tired after back from school, after a comfortable sleep at night, I feel fresh, energized and powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  don't sleep late just because to online or chatting, try to enjoy your sleeping time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-755544407283597904?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/755544407283597904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/07/veloboulotdodo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/755544407283597904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/755544407283597904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/07/veloboulotdodo.html' title='Vélo~Boulot~Dodo'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-76078763042320548</id><published>2009-07-30T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:26:33.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 150 hours of learning French</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/SnHxr6wZmiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6yO7lho4uBY/s1600-h/IMG_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364334367983901218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/SnHxr6wZmiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6yO7lho4uBY/s320/IMG_0524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where I study french.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I feel shocked! My proffesor told us that we had learnt french for 150 hours. The time had passed so quickly, I have learnt french for 150 hours. I asked myself? What did I learn in these 150 hours? I can proudly say that I have learnt much thing in this 150 hours, not only the language but also learnt to be independent. With no doubt, I must thank to my proffesors. They are SUPER! They teach not only the language but they also provide us a lot of information, they show us where to buy our food, where to pay our bill, and a lot knowledge regarded to our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a little trainning today, to test for our french level after learning for 150 hours, and I scored well for the test! I know where is my level and I know I had done well and learnt well in the 150 hours. I hope I can maintain my performance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bon courage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here, there is no one to let me to rely on, I do everything on my own, something I do not know, I ask my proffesors, my friends and seniors. I cook my own meal everyday, I never miss it. I subscribe my internet by myself. Although I do not know to speak french much, but I try, I want to live on my own. Say goodbye to those days rely on others. It is time for me to grow up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taste better when you cook yourself even what you cook is not delicious.&lt;br /&gt;You will know much things when you dare to ask.&lt;br /&gt;You will be independent if you always try to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-76078763042320548?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/76078763042320548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/07/150-hours-of-learning-french.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/76078763042320548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/76078763042320548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/07/150-hours-of-learning-french.html' title='The 150 hours of learning French'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/SnHxr6wZmiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6yO7lho4uBY/s72-c/IMG_0524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698783516431419361.post-313373824863214087</id><published>2009-07-30T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:55:06.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first personal blog...</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog. I never write a blog before and I never think to create a blog for myself because I think that blog is not an interesting stuff for me. But today I know I was wrong, blog is meaningful, I can record my everyday life here. Thanks Alex for inspiring me to create a blog. The first thing I do after I created this blog was adding the web address as my favourite site because I scared someday i will forget my blog address and I can't find my own blog. Haha.. I think about for my title for my blog for about 15 minutes, what should I write as my title, I want to choose a mandarin title but I scared some of my friends would not know to read it. And finally, I decide to type three simpe words in three international languages, Mandarin, French and English, however, I will use english as my medium language in blog for most of the time so that everyone can understand my blog easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Yan Shan CHEONG, I was born in Kelantan, Malaysia. But now currently studying in Colmar, France. I am studying Pre-U here and going to pursue Geology in the coming years. I really feel thankful to my family and my friends. Because of theirs moral support, I can survive and I was survive in France, I am no longer feel homesick for leaving home so far, I don't cry anymore. When think of the days when I first arrived at France, I felt funny, I wonder why I will cry at that time and think to go back to Malaysia. But now, when I think that I am in France, I am only feel thankful and grateful because I am given a chance to study in such advance country which I never think before. It is really a good opportunity for me expose myself to other culture, different climates and different condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog looks simple because I love things that are simple, I hope my life will never be complicated and I can write my own blog everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is for you and me. Lets share our story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698783516431419361-313373824863214087?l=yanshancheong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/feeds/313373824863214087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-personal-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/313373824863214087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698783516431419361/posts/default/313373824863214087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanshancheong.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-personal-blog.html' title='My first personal blog...'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03884244723800495618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6BgQ6Qc0fc/TLitgXRSapI/AAAAAAAAADg/km5BhbozeJ4/S220/IMG_2316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
