<?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-2747788976934479923</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:10:39.615+08:00</updated><category term='Patriotism'/><category term='feeling'/><category term='Warm'/><category term='sweet memories'/><category term='travel'/><category term='生活 Cest la vie'/><category term='songs'/><category term='Scary'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='movies'/><category term='心魔'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='joyful'/><category term='生活 C‘est la vie'/><category term='Grateful'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='book'/><category term='love'/><category term='tough'/><category term='心灵'/><title type='text'>FREEDOM &gt; BIRD/&amp;HORSE &gt; SKY</title><subtitle type='html'>Dream of The Sky of different countries~ Dream of a LOVELY HOME...
Dream of a dream running free on a green hill... 
Dream of a dream living underwater... or stay in a castle in the air... 
Dream of Anything~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-6580800833905750370</id><published>2012-02-06T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T16:43:17.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>世界末日</title><content type='html'>昨天年初三又随妈妈和其他亲戚一起北上到美冷新村。这次比上回早到许多，十点已经坐在表姨妈的家。十一点就把午餐吃进肚子。然后又到另两家拜年去了。奇怪今年少了一家。妈妈说那家的老人家已经去世了。好突然啊！怎么会呢？&lt;br /&gt;说是老婆生病走了，隔没多久老公出车祸也跟着走了。&lt;br /&gt;我想到去年才见的老人家，双双在一年内逝世了。就这样，在我没有察觉的情况下消失。&lt;br /&gt;前一年，我才在部落格上叮咛自己要珍惜和家乡的亲戚们相聚的时刻。才两年的光景，我们已经失去了两位联系着我们这家和他们那家的长辈。况且，我妈妈这一辈又和他们家的同辈交情疏远。从此，我们就失去了到他们家拜年的理由。&lt;br /&gt;世界末日来临的这一年，我除了要更爱自己的家人以外，更应该好好的爱自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the third day of Chinese New Year. I went north with my mum and other relatives to Behrang, my mum's hometown. We arrived quite early this time. We were at Aunt's home (mother's cousin) by ten in the morning. Had our lunch at eleven and then visited two more relatives. Suspicious that we did not go to this relative's house. Why weren't we visiting them this year? I was told that both the husband and wife had passed away last year! Surprise to hear that! What happened to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that the wife sick and passed away, and not long, the husband met a deadly accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it. I visited them last year. Both looked healthy and happy. Not aware that they were gone. It is just within 2 years after I blogged&amp;nbsp;about the precious moment I had with the relatives. With their passing, we lost the connection with this family. Moreover, my mum and the cousin (from this family) has never been closed to each other. Since then, we lost the reasons in visiting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love my family and myself more as if the world was ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-6580800833905750370?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6580800833905750370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/6580800833905750370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/6580800833905750370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post_06.html' title='世界末日'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-5709881326889016042</id><published>2012-02-04T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T00:52:46.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>聚会</title><content type='html'>今天见到了18年没见的小学同学。看着大家济济一堂有说有笑的，煞是融洽，可是比以前读书时更加热闹了。这么久没联络了，虽然朝着不同的方向前进，可是大家都还健健康康的，也还好好活着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我心里还蛮感动的。笑着的当儿，眼眶湿湿的。&lt;br /&gt;有多少的缘分才让我们认识然后又重逢。30岁了，还能奢望什么呢。&lt;br /&gt;只求明年再见到这班老同学，他们还是开开心心的携伴带眷的一起来聚会。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-5709881326889016042?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5709881326889016042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/5709881326889016042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/5709881326889016042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='聚会'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-3243083601005941566</id><published>2011-12-31T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:53:20.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>What is the purpose of life? I am still questioning myself in the last few days of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the first day of 2012. What is my next step? Where should I head to?&lt;br /&gt;Many uncertainties and I think there is not point keep on thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I am losing the strength to move on. I am too eager to look for a change in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/ZnlQT1I5K9s/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZnlQT1I5K9s&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZnlQT1I5K9s&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reflect my 2011. I worked. I jogged. I swam. I read 3 books. I studied IELTS. I watched many movies and series. I went out with friends. I hike. I dined with family and friends. Many company trips. I stayed alone in the hotel. I went India and met old friends. I went Europe again. This time in western Europe. Met new friends. I lay lazily on the couch and did nothing - thinking and dreaming. I played few songs. Talked to my mum and sisters, learned how to cook some dishes from my mum. Listened to many songs. I cried. I was nervous. I rejected someone. Coached new staff. Taught my students and prepared them for exams.&amp;nbsp;Lost my passion in work and found it again in work. I was promoted. Cooked with friends and laughed together with them. Drunk. Shot many photos. I started French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 Resolution&lt;br /&gt;1) Clear all debts&lt;br /&gt;2) Be organized and discipline.&lt;br /&gt;3) Exercise everyday.&lt;br /&gt;4) Read a book every month&lt;br /&gt;5) Watch TV less, much lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose myself. I don't want to surrender to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-3243083601005941566?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3243083601005941566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3243083601005941566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3243083601005941566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-4496594342687708805</id><published>2011-12-22T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:49:35.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='生活 C‘est la vie'/><title type='text'>独一无二</title><content type='html'>昨天一直在想：为什么他会来到我们的身边？然后再想深一层，为什么他会出现在这个世界上?他是一个生命，而生命是怎么来的?如果单纯的只是精子和卵子的故事，他又是怎么从一只狗，变成了独一无二的SeanSean?&lt;br /&gt;他曾经被我抱在怀里，轻轻抚摸，也被我们打骂过。我还曾训练他。&lt;br /&gt;这世界上有很多狗，也有很多这种狗。我不能再买一只一模一样的狗，再怎么相似，也不是他了。生命是不能替代的。他的存在真的真的不是必然的。&lt;br /&gt;而我，我为什么在这里？我这生命又是为了让谁觉得不可替代呢？&lt;br /&gt;这辈子认识无数的人，每一个都和我擦肩而过。又有谁为我停留？我又能为谁停留呢？那也只有我的家人咯。独一无二的家人，没有了，再怎么惋惜和遗憾，失去了就不会回来。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-4496594342687708805?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4496594342687708805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/4496594342687708805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/4496594342687708805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_22.html' title='独一无二'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-6430369789641769334</id><published>2011-12-20T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T15:32:21.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 December 2011</title><content type='html'>20 December 2011 is a day to remember. Sean passed away today in the morning. He had been with us in the past 9 years. Shared many moments with us, went through many big events in my life. He followed us from one house to another,when we moved 2 times in the past 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwjM8nQdpI/TvAwcMvVWII/AAAAAAAABOo/4QpYwDPqWaQ/s1600/sean.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwjM8nQdpI/TvAwcMvVWII/AAAAAAAABOo/4QpYwDPqWaQ/s320/sean.JPG" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last Wednesday was the last time I saw him in health before I left home to work and away for training for 2 days. When I got back from training, I did not realize that he is sick until my sister told me. I was too upset with my work and hiding in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;We brought him to vet and he did not want to move nor walk. I carried him into the car. He was so heavy. Then he looked fine, walked a little while in the clinic. The next day when I came back from the language course, he was sent to ward. Visited him on Sunday. He looked at me sadly in the cage. Called him many times, but he did not response nor moved closer to us. Yesterday, I was too occupied with work and totally forgot him. Never thought he is going to leave us. Thought that he was just having some microbes infection. Just like last time, he would recover soon and we would get him back home healthily. Today, I was told he is dead.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized time passed. 9 years. I was 21 when I first saw him. In front of my house, stood at the gate and this beautiful fella barked at me. Brought him to dogathon and parks. He was so friendly and many people especially children loved him.&amp;nbsp;He enjoyed sun bath. When it was windy, he sat under the sun and enjoyed the wind. He did not like motorbike and insects. He did not like strangers especially guys. He ran around the house, chasing cats and barked at my male&amp;nbsp;neighbor. He barked at a bug. He loved to take a car ride. We jogged and walked together at the park. He accidentally bite me when I played with him. He was so afraid of thunder, cried and wanted to come into the living room. He always wanted to get close with us. He would find the spot which was closest to us and sit there.&lt;br /&gt;Life is short for us and life for a dog is shorter. I couldn't believe he has gone. The regret is that I was not able to give him a last hug and accompany him in his last moment. He died alone in the ward.&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember you. You were there when I was having the toughest moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-6430369789641769334?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6430369789641769334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/12/20-december-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/6430369789641769334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/6430369789641769334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/12/20-december-2011.html' title='20 December 2011'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwjM8nQdpI/TvAwcMvVWII/AAAAAAAABOo/4QpYwDPqWaQ/s72-c/sean.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-1612093100495078005</id><published>2011-12-16T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T23:19:30.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"&gt;夫复何求呢? 能吃到想吃的, 能做想做的, 能和最爱的家人朋友一起度过,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"&gt;分享生活的喜悦忧愁, 还有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"&gt;无尽的支持祝福和鼓励 ～ 当你怀疑幸福在哪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"&gt;里？你可能就已经活在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"&gt;当中！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.nationalgeographic.com/wpf/media-live/photos/000/441/cache/farmers-market-california-karnow_44189_600x450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.nationalgeographic.com/wpf/media-live/photos/000/441/cache/farmers-market-california-karnow_44189_600x450.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&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/2747788976934479923-3681712720832655871?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3681712720832655871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3681712720832655871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3681712720832655871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_07.html' title='夫复何求'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-5457007833245867680</id><published>2011-12-01T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:02:59.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>爱</title><content type='html'>最近一直在思考感情上的事。到底自己怎么了？如果可以找到一个一起分享的人，那有多好啊！一个可以让我担心和关心的人。哈，我吃不完的可以给他，还可以煮难吃的食物和他一起吃。他有困难，我希望我的拥抱可以给他力量。我的爱让他温暖。&lt;br /&gt;不要想如果那个人的存在，他可以带我去做什么，或怎样怎样。我想要的，想做的就应该自己去做吧！那才是爱自己的表现。爱一个人，就是想要付出吧 - 但是不要要求他也给我同样的关注和爱。因为我有能力爱自己，所以才可以爱他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I'm Dying of Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>Today is a public holiday. Ended up staying at home and working throughout the day. Promised to go shopping with my mum and sister, failed to keep the promise.&lt;br /&gt;Fine with the work as long as it produced the results. But, after working hours and hours, even canceled my part time job and continued working, the results was still&amp;nbsp;unfavorable.&lt;br /&gt;I worked till the stage where there is no way to move further anymore. It was certified ending and I called my boss to explain this. She did not pick up the phone and so I dropped her a long message.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have already done my best. If this is how it ends up, I think I should let myself out from the guilty of responsibilities. I must see my contribution. Many uncontrollable factors and risks caused by external environment and parties, and&amp;nbsp;I have helped my colleague to finish her unfinished task up to this stage.&lt;br /&gt;Relax! Forget about the system and people who caused all these messes. Enjoy the leftover time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-5035366896166972446?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5035366896166972446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/11/argh-im-dying-of-exhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/5035366896166972446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/5035366896166972446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/11/argh-im-dying-of-exhausted.html' title='Argh.. I&apos;m Dying of Exhaustion'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-7762468898143047112</id><published>2011-11-03T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T23:15:11.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss them</title><content type='html'>I hope I can make my way back to Ivano Frankivsk, Ukraine next year and see my old friends there. It has been 5 years not seeing them. Maybe most of them have left the town. &lt;br /&gt;When good friends are spreading across the world, every moment that you spend with them is so precious. We do not know when is the next meeting and how many times we will be seeing each other in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;If I could live up to 75 years old and in good health, I would meet them every 5 years for 9 more times from this year on-wards.&lt;br /&gt;Autumn at Summer House, Ivano Frankivsk, Autumn at Seine, Paris, Winter at Christmas market, Old square, Prague, many many more.&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with them at these places are my life memories. How could I not missing them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-7762468898143047112?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7762468898143047112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/11/miss-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/7762468898143047112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/7762468898143047112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/11/miss-them.html' title='Miss them'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-8796303879173591038</id><published>2011-11-02T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:36:41.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to live before you die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/UF8uR6Z6KLc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UF8uR6Z6KLc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UF8uR6Z6KLc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Watched again. It's still meant a lot.&lt;br /&gt;1) Join the dots&lt;br /&gt;2) Love and Loss (Keep on looking)&lt;br /&gt;3) Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-8796303879173591038?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8796303879173591038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-to-live-before-you-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/8796303879173591038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/8796303879173591038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-to-live-before-you-die.html' title='How to live before you die'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-6712299552247498588</id><published>2011-11-01T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T22:28:25.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/MnPICiigM5Q/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnPICiigM5Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnPICiigM5Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-6712299552247498588?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6712299552247498588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/11/free-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/6712299552247498588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/6712299552247498588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/11/free-your-heart.html' title='Free your heart'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-5136107178288297257</id><published>2011-10-31T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T19:51:03.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>三十岁前的独白</title><content type='html'>发现自己虽然常常对朋友吐工作上的苦水，说不满意下属的表现，可回到工作岗位还是会尝试维护他们，把伤害降到最低。&lt;div&gt;在工作上有些事情和我的原则还有价值观有差异，还是要接受。因为想深一层，他们有他们的立场。以积极的态度面对，我想我找到了改变这公司的瑕疵。这就要从我开始了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;仿佛在回来后的两个星期，逐渐对我要做的事情有了决定。看见了一个清晰的目标，眼光不再动摇。之前不停犹豫要不要继续在这一行呆下去？要继续深造，那又该着重那一个方面呢？所以进而问自己，我究竟喜欢什么？我到底在哪一方面比较绰约? 好像没有特别的。那我该怎么办？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就在今天，我接受了自己。没有特别出色的才能，或许就是一种才能。我的才能就是可以在多方面做出贡献。只要事情来到我的手上，我就能把它办好。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;感情方面，我想要以三十岁的心情来看待了。三十岁了，成熟的看待感情，理智的去思考感情上的事，是一定要的了。不应该再为到底谁为谁付出的多而苦恼，不需要以争吵来解决问题，运用智慧好好的经营就好了，并且积极的去看待两性的差异。很清楚自己要怎样的另一半。也开始了解自己一路走来的感情挫折。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也没有多少个30岁了。要更积极的面对了！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-5136107178288297257?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5136107178288297257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/5136107178288297257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/5136107178288297257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_31.html' title='三十岁前的独白'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-6592440986821426780</id><published>2011-10-26T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:51:44.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please give me Strength to Continue</title><content type='html'>Back to the real life. Found the life is mundane. I'm impatient to change it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Doing the same work in the office. Facing the same problems. Doesn't find it attractive, although I have been placed to a higher level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could be tiring of pretending that everything is fine in the working space.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People work for passions.&amp;nbsp;People work with rules. People are trusty and honest.&amp;nbsp;This has been my belief. But, it is not true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things just happen against my conscience and values.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to change my life! Please, anyone, give me some strength to continue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let my spirit rotten!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let these darkness corrupted my mind!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please give me Strength to Continue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please give me Strength to Change!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2747788976934479923-6592440986821426780?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6592440986821426780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-give-me-strength-to-continue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/6592440986821426780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/6592440986821426780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-give-me-strength-to-continue.html' title='Please give me Strength to Continue'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-3325003856920448085</id><published>2011-10-25T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T17:58:51.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>奇异旅程</title><content type='html'>又五点了，同事陆续离去。六点左右，最后一个同事也离开办公室了。这时的办公室是我一个人的工作间。把音乐的声量调大，清楚的听到以钢琴为背景的音乐。&lt;br /&gt;踢踢踏踏，打在键盘的声音隐隐约约可以从音乐里认出来。听习惯了，也就合着音乐变成了音乐的一部分。&lt;br /&gt;专心的在做我的计划书。旁边的手提电话好像闪了一闪。嗯，难道有短讯进来！拿起仔细一看好像不是，按一按 —— 没有啊！&lt;br /&gt;继续回到我的计划书。十五分钟过去，手提电话仿佛又闪了一闪。我还是先去上洗手间吧，太急了。还要重新把门开一开。这公司把洗手间和办公室用一道门隔开了，怕进贼吗，从洗手间。&lt;br /&gt;一站上来，抽水的当儿，整个水箱往左边倾去，然后连接马桶的出水管也脱了出来，水开始涌出来。天啊，我连裤子的拉链也没来得及拉，就扑去救水箱了！托着水箱，幸好托架还紧紧抓着水箱，不至于往下掉。不然这么重的水箱，我恐怕撑不住了。往下掉，我只好说公司倒霉了！&lt;br /&gt;稳住后，赶紧把连接的水喉头关了。地上一滩水，不能控制的往厕所外流。抹抹吧！再望一望那摇摇欲坠的水箱，明天再打算吧，这么迟了，谁可以联络水管工？&lt;br /&gt;回到座位上，看着手提电话，按一按，还是什么都没有。我究竟在等什么啊？&lt;br /&gt;继续完成剩余的工作。我还是为刚才厕所的事感到担忧，水会不会还在流啊？万一明天回到公司整个厕所都淹水……还是去检查吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了厕所，里面一片黑暗。开灯，那水箱好好的定格在那儿。&lt;br /&gt;重新回到办公室，空气仿佛变清新了，好像有什么变了。还是我变了？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（1）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-3325003856920448085?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3325003856920448085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3325003856920448085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3325003856920448085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='奇异旅程'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-3569317022534154853</id><published>2011-10-09T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T17:24:22.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lovely and bright sunny Sunday with these songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;HYMNE À L'AMOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/sLBuErkHJ9c/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLBuErkHJ9c&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLBuErkHJ9c&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Le ciel bleu sur nous peut s'effrondrerEt la terre peut bien s'écroulerPeu m'importe si tu m'aimesJe me fous du monde entierTant que l'amour inondera mes matinsTant que mon corps frémira sous tes mainsPeu m'importent les grands problèmesMon amour, puisque tu m'aimes... J'irais jusqu'au bout du mondeJe me ferais teindre en blondeSi tu me le demandais...J'irais décrocher la luneJ'irais voler la fortuneSi tu me le demandais...Je renierais ma patrieJe renierais mes amisSi tu me le demandais...On peut bien rire de moi,Je ferais n'importe quoiSi tu me le demandais... Si un jour la vie t'arrache à moiSi tu meurs, que tu sois loin de moiPeu m'importe, si tu m'aimesCar moi je mourrai aussi...Nous aurons pour nous l'éternitéDans le bleu de toute l'immensitéDans le ciel, plus de problèmesMon amour, crois-tu qu'on s'aime?......Dieu réunit ceux qui s'aiment!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;*****HYMN TO LOVEOriginal : Hymne À L'Amour(Eddie Constantine / Marguerite Monnot)Recorded by : Christine Albert; Corey Hart; Cyndi Lauper; Edith Piaf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;If the sky should fall into the seaAnd the stars fade all around me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;All the times that we have known hereI will sing a hymn to love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;We have lived and dreamed we two aloneIn a world that's been our very own&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;With it's memories ever gratefulJust for you I sing a hymn to love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I remember each embraceThe smile that lights your faceAnd my heart begins to sing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Your eyes have never liedAnd my heart begins to singAnd my heart begins to sing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If one day you should ever disappearAlways remember these words&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;If one day we had to say goodbyeAnd our love should fade away and die&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;In my heart you will remain hereAnd I'II sing a hymn to love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O for love, we live eternally&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;In the blue we'll roll this harmonyWith every day we are in heaven&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;As for you, I'll sing a hymn to loveDon't you ever worry, dear&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;And the stars shall fade from the skyAll the times that we have known hereI will sing a hymn to our loveOh darling,Just for you I singA hymn to love&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="new_selection_block0.019707094645127654" style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; width: 469px;"&gt;&lt;h4 style="color: #b11f02; font-size: 1.1em; line-height: 1.3em; margin-bottom: 0.909em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;La Foule&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/zYegd1cEM-Q/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYegd1cEM-Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYegd1cEM-Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Je revois la ville en fête et en délire&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Suffoquant sous le soleil et sous la joie&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Et j'entends dans la musique les cris, les rires&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Qui éclatent et rebondissent autour de moi&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Et perdue parmi ces gens qui me bousculent&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Étourdie, désemparée, je reste là&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Quand soudain, je me retourne, il se recule,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Et la foule vient me jeter entre ses bras.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Emportés par la foule qui nous traîne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Nous entraîne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Écrasés l'un contre l'autre&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Nous ne formons qu'un seul corps&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Et le flot sans effort&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Nous pousse, enchaînés l'un et l'autre&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Et nous laisse tous deux&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Épanouis, enivrés et heureux.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Entraînés par la foule qui s'élance&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Et qui danse Une folle farandole&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Nos deux mains restent soudées&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Et parfois soulevés&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Nos deux corps enlacés s'envolent&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Et retombent tous deux&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Épanouis, enivrés et heureux&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Et la joie éclaboussée par son sourire&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Me transperce et rejaillit au fond de moi&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Mais soudain je pousse un cri parmi les rires&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Quand la foule vient l'arracher d'entre mes bras&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Emportés par la foule qui nous traîne&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Nous entraîne Nous éloigne l'un de l'autre&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Je lutte et je me débats&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Mais le son de sa voix&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;S'étouffe dans les rires des autres&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Et je crie de douleur, de fureur et de rage&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Et je pleure&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Entraînée par la foule qui s'élance&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Et qui danse Une folle farandole&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Je suis emportée au loin&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Et je crispe mes poings, maudissant la foule qui me vole&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;L'homme qu'elle m'avait donné&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Et que je n'ai jamais retrouvé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; width: 469px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lang small" href="http://lyricstranslate.com/en/language/english" style="color: #004693; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;English&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h4 style="color: #b11f02; font-size: 1.1em; line-height: 1.3em; margin-bottom: 0.909em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;La Foule Best Translation.....Edith Piaf&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;I see the city in celebration and delirious&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Suffocating under the sun and in the joy&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;And I hear in the music screams, laughs&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Bursting bounce around me&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;And lost among the people who upset me&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Stunned, helpless, I am still here&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;When suddenly I am back, he fell,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;And the crowd just throw me in his arms.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Carried by the crowd behind us&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Us&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Crushed against one another&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;We do one body&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;And flow effortlessly&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Us, chained either&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;And leaves us both&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Happy, drunk and happy.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Carried by the crowd that rushes&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;And dancing a mad dance&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Both hands are welded&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;And sometimes raised&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Both arms fly body&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;And both fall&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Happy, drunk and happy&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;And joy splashed by her smile&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Redounds and pierces me in my&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;But I suddenly cries out in laughter&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;When the crowd comes to pull in my arms&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Carried by the crowd behind us&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;We us away from one another&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;I struggle and I discussion&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;But his voice&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Choking in the laughter of the other&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;And I cry out of pain, fury and rage&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;And I cry&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Driven by the crowd that rushes&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;And dancing a mad dance&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;I am swept away&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;And I Crispe my fists, cursing the crowd that I steal&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;The man she had given me&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;And I never found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/BoiEGfd-328/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BoiEGfd-328&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BoiEGfd-328&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Non je ne regrette rien...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;(I love La foule the most)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-3569317022534154853?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3569317022534154853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/10/lovely-and-bright-sunny-sunday-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3569317022534154853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3569317022534154853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/10/lovely-and-bright-sunny-sunday-with.html' title='A lovely and bright sunny Sunday with these songs'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-1352248594522529702</id><published>2011-10-09T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T16:42:48.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering a Song in a Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/1zFc7nIJnvo/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1zFc7nIJnvo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1zFc7nIJnvo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;LA VIE EN ROSE (French Lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des yeux qui font baisser les miens,&lt;br /&gt;Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche—&lt;br /&gt;Voilà le portrait sans retouche&lt;br /&gt;De l’homme auquel j’appartiens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand il me prend dans ses bras,&lt;br /&gt;Il me parle tout bas,&lt;br /&gt;Je vois la vie en rose.&lt;br /&gt;Il me dit des mots d’amour,&lt;br /&gt;Des mots de tous les jours,&lt;br /&gt;Et ça me fait quelque chose.&lt;br /&gt;Il est entré dans mon cœur,&lt;br /&gt;Une part de bonheur&lt;br /&gt;Dont je connais la cause.&lt;br /&gt;C’est lui pour moi,&lt;br /&gt;Moi pour lui dans la vie,&lt;br /&gt;Il me l’a dit, l’a juré pour la vie.&lt;br /&gt;Et dès que je l’aperçois,&lt;br /&gt;Alors je sens en moi&lt;br /&gt;Mon cœur qui bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des nuits d’amour à plus finir,&lt;br /&gt;Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place,&lt;br /&gt;Les ennuis, les chagrins s’effacent,&lt;br /&gt;Heureux, heureux à en mourir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand il me prend dans ses bras,&lt;br /&gt;Il me parle tout bas,&lt;br /&gt;Je vois la vie en rose.&lt;br /&gt;Il me dit des mots d’amour,&lt;br /&gt;Des mots de tous les jours,&lt;br /&gt;Et ça me fait quelque chose.&lt;br /&gt;Il est entré dans mon cœur,&lt;br /&gt;Une part de bonheur&lt;br /&gt;Dont je connais la cause.&lt;br /&gt;C’est lui pour moi,&lt;br /&gt;Moi pour lui dans la vie,&lt;br /&gt;Il me l’a dit, l’a juré pour la vie.&lt;br /&gt;Et dès que je l’aperçois,&lt;br /&gt;Alors je sens en moi&lt;br /&gt;Mon cœur qui bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA VIE EN ROSE (English translation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that gaze into mine,&lt;br /&gt;A smile that is lost on his lips—&lt;br /&gt;That is the unretouched portrait&lt;br /&gt;Of the man to whom I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he takes me in his arms&lt;br /&gt;And speaks softly to me,&lt;br /&gt;I see life in rosy hues.&lt;br /&gt;He tells me words of love,&lt;br /&gt;Words of every day,&lt;br /&gt;And in them I become something.&lt;br /&gt;He has entered my heart,&lt;br /&gt;A part of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Whereof I understand the reason.&lt;br /&gt;It’s he for me and I for him, throughout life,&lt;br /&gt;He has told me, he has sworn to me, for life.&lt;br /&gt;And from the things that I sense,&lt;br /&gt;Now I can feel within me&lt;br /&gt;My heart that beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In endless nights of love,&lt;br /&gt;A great delight that comes about,&lt;br /&gt;The pains and bothers are banished,&lt;br /&gt;Happy, happy to die of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he takes me in his arms&lt;br /&gt;And speaks softly to me,&lt;br /&gt;I see life in rosy hues.&lt;br /&gt;He tells me words of love,&lt;br /&gt;Words of every day,&lt;br /&gt;And in them I become something.&lt;br /&gt;He has entered my heart,&lt;br /&gt;A part of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Whereof I understand the reason.&lt;br /&gt;It’s he for me and I for him, throughout life,&lt;br /&gt;He has told me, he has sworn to me, for life.&lt;br /&gt;And from the things that I sense,&lt;br /&gt;Now I can feel within me&lt;br /&gt;My heart that beats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-1352248594522529702?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1352248594522529702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/10/remembering-song-in-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/1352248594522529702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/1352248594522529702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/10/remembering-song-in-trip.html' title='Remembering a Song in a Trip'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-43710150221739578</id><published>2011-10-09T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T03:35:05.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joyful'/><title type='text'>Paris Je T'aime</title><content type='html'>因为一个朋友的动机，我去了巴黎。我就是这样，明明在看了《巴黎 我爱你》这电影，就心动想要到巴黎走走，却迟迟因为不够钱没敢动身。然后又在一夕间，改变念头。&lt;br /&gt;巴黎，一个令我又爱又恨的城市。喜欢她的悠闲和浪漫，还有不会说英语却又热心帮助我的人和难以抗拒的法国男人魅力。生气那些你一说英语就对你充耳不闻的人，还有一些非常傲慢的柜台服务员和随心所欲的办事态度。对于他们的幽默，我更加哭笑不得。我心情好，听到的都是笑话；心情不好，听到的都是讽刺。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一次要换火车票的出发时间，我拿的是电子票。网上说可以到火车站柜台换时间。到了火车站，柜台服务员说不能，我只能打电话到服务中心更换。好，我打电话到服务中心，只听见我听不懂的法语。等，最后终于接通接线员。幸好，她会英语，而且很有耐心。可是最后我的转账卡有问题，她要我过后再打来。好的，我终于搞清楚了。再打，真糟糕，这一次，下一次，下下一次， 不是遇到不会说英语的，就是没有耐心搞清楚你要什么（只因为火车站太吵，她听不清楚），再来是没人接听，要不然搞到最后才告诉你他的系统办不到，要我致电去另一个部门。最后，我花了3~4个小时还有十多欧元，我还是失败了。哈，除了这，还有几个更让我胆战心惊的事情，就不说了。&lt;br /&gt;这巴黎的旅程还真是刺激！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在飞机上认识了一个帅气的法国男人。感谢上天，他会说英语，我们还能沟通的不错。他让我和妹妹体验了一晚愉快的巴黎夜晚。那个晚上，我们约好了一起在塞纳河旁野餐。他手上拿着红酒，带着我们去买野餐需要的东西包括法国面包。可是大部分的烘培店已经关门。他很坚持的带着我们走了一段路去寻找法国面包。普通的超市也有法国面包，可是就不及烘培店的。哈，而我从来没有遇过为了面包这么坚持的人。我们找了很久，我想这就是法国人的坚持吧！脑海里烙印了他奔去寻找面包的背影。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然这只是这旅程的一部分，还有很多很多的趣事，比如那些发生在比利时和丹麦的故事。 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Paris Je T'aime many years back, and thought of going Paris one day, but never made it until a friend asked me to join him to London and Denmark. The original purpose of the trip was to visit the universities in London and a friend in Denmark. However, due to the ticket's price, we both decided to land on Paris first, and due to many other reasons, we never traveled together until the last week of the trip. In the end, I visited Paris twice and none of the universities (Life proves to me again: he/she is just unpredictable). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris, Oh, Paris. It is, for the first time, I love and hate a city. I love her relaxing pace and romantics, as well as the people who try their very best to communicate with me in order to help me and Frenchmen who are so charming. At the same time, I was really mad at the people especially those who sit behind the desk (those from the service line) who ignore English speakers (such as me) and their attitude in serving the customer, being so impatient and arrogant. On top of that, I can't explain my feelings towards their humour. I'm totally amused by their humour when I'm in good mood. But, it would be sarcastic when things turned wrong. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many strange and unexpected but interesting experiences in this trip. From trying to reschedule a train ticket, to looking for a nice baguette for a Parisian picnic, meeting new friends (and a handsome Parisian), seeing starry night outside the Paris etc., Paris - I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: many more interesting stories in Belgium and Denmark too!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-43710150221739578?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/43710150221739578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/10/paris-je-taime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/43710150221739578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/43710150221739578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/10/paris-je-taime.html' title='Paris Je T&apos;aime'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-3304688837938622113</id><published>2011-09-03T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T19:53:13.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>旅行的意义</title><content type='html'>朋友说旅行是体验人生的一种方法，对我而言却是一个目标。从计划到实现，除了要筹备金钱，还要知道当地的文化，气候，交通和住宿等。也需要有一个大略的路线，才可以无忧的向目的地迈进。偶尔有些小插曲，那就增加了整个旅程的乐趣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想要到一个地方旅行或多或少都有某些原因。想要到阿富汗，可是当地的治安不允许我这般冒险，转而求其次，所以去了印度。喜欢神秘的印加文明，所以想要到秘鲁。对布拉格广场有浪漫的想法，所以去了捷克。很多时候，可以因为一本书的情节或一张照片，就让我忍不住想要到当地一游。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3jKrC_b7fGM/TmHzlihhAcI/AAAAAAAABM8/_dcLrvxKA3g/s1600/IMG_0542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" id=":current_picnik_image" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aqaQEZIiTuA/TmH0Er-_GdI/AAAAAAAABNE/pWb6Tif86fE/s400/16157721860_dkrDp.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;每一次到了一个地方，仿佛又多了一个可以是家的地方。偶读一背包旅客的旅记，他说在旅行中拼凑家的样子，才发现原来无论身在何处，心里最想念的还是老家。我这才明白，这些我喜欢的地方，其实是我对家的记忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;常常告诉朋友我想在某某地方过退休生活。二十有几已经想着退休，即将三十可以为家的地方随着旅行的频率渐提高。筛选后，怡保·金马仑·马六甲等，都是马来西亚！一个朋友说的没错，我怎么会离开马来西亚呢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;旅行中总会认识很多朋友，热爱和他们分享游记和马来西亚的一切一切。然后又静静一个人的享受异地的情怀，让漂亮的人事物住进心里洗涤累积的“不愉快”。放下后，回到家又是新的一个人，会开始反省自己的过去展开新的生活。&lt;br /&gt;或许这就是我的旅行的意义，就像轮回一样，每一次回来后都是一个全新的自己。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-3304688837938622113?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3304688837938622113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3304688837938622113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3304688837938622113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='旅行的意义'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aqaQEZIiTuA/TmH0Er-_GdI/AAAAAAAABNE/pWb6Tif86fE/s72-c/16157721860_dkrDp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-359960992775814913</id><published>2011-08-27T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T19:53:27.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>借东西的小人</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv4ZMk-1DV8/TBD1N3ZNVAI/AAAAAAAAABU/z0JCo9aHLEI/s1600/Arrietty+Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv4ZMk-1DV8/TBD1N3ZNVAI/AAAAAAAAABU/z0JCo9aHLEI/s320/Arrietty+Poster.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;宫崎骏的动画电影总能带给我一丝丝的温暖和很多的快乐。这次的电影《借东西的小人》虽然不是他制作的，却有着他旧作品的影子。一只猫，一座房子，一片绿园。&lt;br /&gt;还是很喜欢没有结局的电影。悬吊半空的心情，在心底留下更多的想象。&lt;br /&gt;散发温柔和文艺气息的男女主角让人觉得舒服。&lt;br /&gt;每一次观看他的动画，都可以看到坚韧的女主角。她让我联想到我认识的一个日本朋友。她的眼神总是坚定不移，我真的很好奇想知道在她眼里她看到的是什么。&lt;br /&gt;不过比起这套动画的女主角，我更喜欢laputa和castle in the sky的，尤其是她们的勇气和坚定的意志力。&lt;br /&gt;借东西的小人虽然是小品，不过还是不失一部清新的佳作。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-359960992775814913?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/359960992775814913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/359960992775814913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/359960992775814913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='借东西的小人'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uv4ZMk-1DV8/TBD1N3ZNVAI/AAAAAAAAABU/z0JCo9aHLEI/s72-c/Arrietty+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-6417329880737114673</id><published>2011-08-08T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T19:54:02.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='心魔'/><title type='text'>July's sky - High Humidity</title><content type='html'>I was in a plane. I fall asleep. He was in my dream again. May be it is me who wants to meet him again. But, I know we will never go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveled too often in July. Was alone to Bangkok. Sometimes, I cannot stand traveling alone. After many travels, I thought I should have get used to it. I supposed I have not changed - I'm still the girl who afraid of loneliness. I remember what he said: I'm not what I think I am. Perhaps, it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled to Sabah for a training with new colleague and trainers. Seeing young faces, it makes me happy. Once again, they said I looked young. Many times, people have said this to me. At that time, I was not sure whether I'm still living with a heart as young as them. After back from India, I know I'm not. I am somehow, have turned into a selfish adult, a coward or an idiot. May be I know myself too perfectly, to hide my imperfectness behind these young eyes. Should I not admit this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my memories, I still remember the girl who likes to cry. Detach myself from any emotions is easy as long as I don't think about my feelings and other people's feelings. Just like what I did in India. But, I &amp;nbsp;felt sorry for some of them after that. How could I be so cruel to them since I understand their lives perfectly well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India's weather was hot. Malaysia too. The sky needs some rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-6417329880737114673?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6417329880737114673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/08/julys-sky-high-humidity.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/6417329880737114673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/6417329880737114673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/08/julys-sky-high-humidity.html' title='July&apos;s sky - High Humidity'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-1831833963101038608</id><published>2011-07-13T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T19:54:21.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>peace 和平</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oe_pDWUCq-I/TmHhgrLsyII/AAAAAAAABMw/lRyaGXvBAic/s1600/IMG_0609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" id=":current_picnik_image" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eE7V70He4w/TmHh0ZMLwaI/AAAAAAAABM4/liMaWvIg8Ic/s400/16157259958_tCXmJ.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;前天和朋友喝完茶（其实是咖啡）后，就失眠了。约了朋友在吉隆坡茨场街见面，一起参与集会。想着这些，心里很忐忑不安。虽然答应了朋友，可心里没有停止担心。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;还有几个小时，到了这个时候，我还在考虑着要不要出席。原因有很多，总结起来，不外乎是担心安全。一面想着政府的警告，还有封城行动，一面想着支持这运动的朋友们。告诉自己：他们封城和警告的原因，就是吓唬我们，要我们害怕出席。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;为什么害怕？我自己很清楚，因为我不曾参与游行，也不曾为了某种原因参加大集会。我总是循规蹈矩的。这些国家大事，看了报纸就算了，从来没有亲身体验。难免会想太多，而径自恐惧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;睡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;了几个小时，一早就起身了。还没下定决心，不过还是早起了。妈妈还以为我要去教补习。我不忍心欺骗她，只好告诉她我会去集会。她很担心，提高了嗓音问我为&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;什么非去不可，不可以在家看新闻吗？还告诉我有谁想到&lt;/span&gt;513&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;事件会发生。我说了几句我不曾想过的话：你想要国家永远都这样吗？等等。妈妈才舒缓下来，不阻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;止了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;看一看时间已是&lt;/span&gt;10&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;时，短讯进来。朋友问我出发了吗？我赶快换好衣服，准备出门。思绪有点犹豫，可是身体还是行动了。给另一个朋友发短讯，幸好他可以和我一起出发，大家可以互相照应，然后又给另一个朋友致电。他人已在茨场街。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;在火车站等朋友的时候，突然来了一辆警车。几个警察下了车，坐在车站。我有些心虚，打短讯，故作镇定。十一时，下吉隆坡的火车次数还蛮多的，每&lt;/span&gt;15&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;分钟一列&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;车。可是过了&lt;/span&gt;11&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;时&lt;/span&gt;30&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;分，火车的次数少了。我等了&lt;/span&gt;45&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;分钟才等到。下吉隆坡时，已经&lt;/span&gt;12&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;时多。陆续收到朋友寄来的短讯，告诉我吉隆坡集会的事。还说吉隆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;坡火车站的情况很混乱，要我找其他方法到市中心去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;终于我乘坐的火车到吉隆坡火车站了。现场还蛮空旷的，不过我没下&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;车。一直到了中环广场，我和友人才下车。我知道附近就是几个集会领袖的新闻发布地点。心想不可能这么凑巧。大约两点，附近传来阵阵喧哗。有人喊口号，响彻云霄。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;我以为游行的队伍来到这儿了。想要奔到外面去看，几个警察在我的附近徘徊。后来，应友人的电话要我到前厅。我大步向前，来到友人的身边，终于目睹了震撼的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;场面。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;几个集会领袖和支持者正朝着我的方向走来。他们从楼梯一步一步走下来，一声一声的喊着口号。嘹亮的声音掩盖了现场的吵杂声，仿佛一切是静止的，我的耳朵只听见他们的声音。大队穿过大厅走向另一个出口，我随着他们前进。人头攒动，却秉持秩序的慢慢向前下楼梯去了。大队朝国家体育馆的方向去。我正要随着他们下楼梯的当儿，几个联邦后备员挤进人群冲下去，没多久 —— 砰砰砰 烟雾弥漫。传来刺鼻的气体，大家喊着要后面的人退后撤离。人群从楼梯间涌上来。我第一次感受到催泪弹的威力。也被巨大如炮弹声的声音吓得心慌慌。可能是我胆小吧，这声音让我想到了战争的恐怖! 这不是战争，只是一场集会。怎么会出动催泪弹呢？我真的不敢相信我们的政府会以这个方法来对付百姓。我们不是暴民！！这里不是战乱的第三世界。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;庆幸下了一阵及时雨，我用雨水洗洗鼻子。（过后鼻水不停的流，因为所到之处都充斥着催泪弹的化学痕迹。）唯一的出口注满了这化学气体，而另一个出口则被警察封住了。很多人不能离开这建筑。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;有人被警察从这出口带了出来，直往另一个出口的警车去。我赶快跟上去，看见有人被载走了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;等待的当儿，大家围着联邦后备队议论。一个疑似警察（他身穿便服）开始不耐烦，手持警棍对围观的人群咆哮说：如果继续拍，或不散去，就要使用暴力。他还故意用警棍敲打周围的东西，甚至还推了围在他旁边的人。过后，还命令警员去驱赶在另一端观看和拍摄的人群。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;为什么我们要被吓唬呢？如果害怕集会制造混乱，他们的任务是维持秩序，他们是不是应该好声相劝，细声叮咛呢。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt; 后记：有些人说只有吃饱没事做的人才会去参加这集会（当中有些还是我的朋友）。有些还说是这些吃饱没事做的家伙造成大众的困扰。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;而我就是那个没事找事做的人，造成大众困扰的人。（大家还多了一天假期呢，多好。）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;我可以选择像从前一样，继续做个旁观者，也可以改变，做个当局者。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;如果没有亲身体验，我不知道我们的政府可以如此霸道专横。这之前，报纸上的新闻只是一些对我不痛不痒的报导。现在，这些报导却是切身的问题。因为这个体验，我突然觉得我是真正的马来西亚人了 —— 原来这国家的前程是这么实实在在的关系着我们。媒体的报导和当天发生的事差了八千里，很多都避重就轻。政府在这集会后的回应也实在令我失望。虽然很多人说政治里只有坏人，无论支持正和反方，人民都是输家。可是，我们输，也得选个输最少的一方。他们要政治的权利，我们也不能随便放弃我们的权利，让他们这么轻而易举的得到。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-1831833963101038608?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1831833963101038608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/07/peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/1831833963101038608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/1831833963101038608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/07/peace.html' title='peace 和平'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eE7V70He4w/TmHh0ZMLwaI/AAAAAAAABM4/liMaWvIg8Ic/s72-c/16157259958_tCXmJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-5348760283303341887</id><published>2011-07-09T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T19:54:54.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriotism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary'/><title type='text'>My country - Truly Asia</title><content type='html'>There will be a rally at Stadium Merdeka tomorrow. Since last week, police barred the main leaders of the campaign. These few days, polices set up road blocks and checked for suspicious people. People trapped in the traffic for hours and hours. People delayed important events e.g. wedding, graduation, meeting etc. People late for flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting worse tomorrow. Most of the roads into city centre are blocked. The transit and buses to KL might be disturbed as well. The city will be totally in siege. People who work and have business in the city are either get a leave or find their ways to go to their offices in the city. I don't know how many million of loss we need to bear after this. I don't know how many people will be affected tomorrow. I don't know what changes will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never understand my country.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-5348760283303341887?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5348760283303341887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-country-truly-asia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/5348760283303341887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/5348760283303341887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-country-truly-asia.html' title='My country - Truly Asia'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-7033929385768382279</id><published>2011-06-20T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:58:58.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>久违的公交</title><content type='html'>难得不用工作的星期天，行程还是排得满满的。照顾了家人的需求后，就轮到自己的了。朋友在吉隆坡中心办着一个活动，无论如何还是得捧场。把车放在电动火车站，提了包就往售票机走去。&lt;br /&gt;星期天的车站只有寥寥数人。渐渐人多起来，才发现是因为自己不知火车的时刻表。没多久，火车抵达车站。好奇这中间的车厢贴着粉红色的标签 - 四格图画里，一男一女的都打了个大差，一男的也被打了个差，只有一女和一女加小孩（还要是两个哦）的干净的很。哦，那就是在报纸上看到的女性专用车厢吗？&lt;br /&gt;很快的心里打定主意，不会进这车厢。因为我找不到应该使用的理由。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一，如果是性骚扰的理由，女性应该在被骚扰时出声讨伐，让加害者无地自容的同时也让他不敢再放肆，顺道为其他女性做个榜样。&lt;br /&gt;第二，把女性和男性分开，只会让女人无形中变成“受害者”或弱者，削减两性学习的机会。这怎么说呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呵呵。一脚踏进共用车厢，每一个女性都有一个男伴，要不就是一群年轻人里有几个女生。完全看不到任何一个独身的女性。像往常一样大家挤在出入口，只有我一直往内移动，把空间腾出给要上车的人。我一个人站着，我的四周坐满了人，都是男性。他们看着我，我也看他们。（好像自己是异类）&lt;br /&gt;有几个位置腾空了，我该坐吗？左右都是男人，我可不想挤在两个男人的中间。咦，这怎么变成了我的考量？&lt;br /&gt;以前也这么想，但从来不是问题，我随时可以找到其他“种类”的位置。其他的女性即使不想进女性专用车厢，心理作祟下，把自己当成了异类，或被他人当作异类，应该也无从选择吧。&lt;br /&gt;一般上，很少人肯把位置让给有需要的乘客。这种情况下，大家都“一样”了——反正女的有护花使者，老的本来就有很多人不让啊，更何况你我都是男的，大可视而不见。同样的事应该会发生在女性专用车厢吧。&lt;br /&gt;在人多的周日，又会是如何呢？我可以想象：女性专用车厢异常拥挤之下，共用车厢也挤满了男性，即使还有那么一点空间，我是要挤进去呢？还是等下一班啊？&lt;br /&gt;我就这么一直站到目的地（幸好火车跑得还蛮快，没有延误）。&lt;br /&gt;过后和朋友谈起，他说：还有transsexuals呢？应该坐哪一个火车厢啊？还说：这是某个女性团体要求的。&lt;br /&gt;啊，这是最好的解决性骚扰方案吗？从教育做起，才是根本吧！虽然费时，还可能费力和金钱，教育女性如何应对这种问题，还有教导男性尊重自己和女性，更能改变整个社会的风气。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-7033929385768382279?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7033929385768382279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/7033929385768382279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/7033929385768382279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_20.html' title='久违的公交'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-3384123190780427099</id><published>2011-06-13T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:59:41.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>vocation</title><content type='html'>Vocation - according to the Cambridge Online Dictionary, vocation means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_b "&gt;&lt;span class="def parentof__def__is__sense_b"&gt;"a  type of work that you feel you are suited to doing and to which you  should give all your time and energy, or the feeling that a type of work  suits you in this way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_b "&gt;&lt;span class="def parentof__def__is__sense_b"&gt;In Chinese, can I translate it into "天职"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_b "&gt;&lt;span class="def parentof__def__is__sense_b"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_b "&gt;&lt;span class="def parentof__def__is__sense_b"&gt;I love this word. It gives me hopes, and I feel the passion in this word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_b "&gt;&lt;span class="def parentof__def__is__sense_b"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_b "&gt;&lt;span class="def parentof__def__is__sense_b"&gt;What is the best work for me? I think there is none, unless I can define it. It's just like defining Mr. Right. Most of us ask, who is my Mr. Right/Mrs. Right? We can't stop ourselves from asking this and searching for the one. So as a job, or a work that suits us the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_b "&gt;&lt;span class="def parentof__def__is__sense_b"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_b "&gt;&lt;span class="def parentof__def__is__sense_b"&gt;May I define my VOCATION? By define it, I shall possess the power of happiness (幸福）.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_b "&gt;&lt;span class="def parentof__def__is__sense_b"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_b "&gt;&lt;span class="def parentof__def__is__sense_b"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_b "&gt;&lt;span class="def parentof__def__is__sense_b"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_b "&gt;&lt;span class="def parentof__def__is__sense_b"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_b "&gt;&lt;span class="def parentof__def__is__sense_b"&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/2747788976934479923-3384123190780427099?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-1566829117172077435</id><published>2011-06-08T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:03:22.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>搞清楚事实</title><content type='html'>其实我不是一个用听觉学习的人，常常把听见的分析了后，就忘了。一点都不愿意把听到的细节给记起来。可是对于图像记忆却好得很。&lt;br /&gt;所以啊当朋友问起细节-很多时候，我答的很含糊。因为我都用感觉直觉去做事情-不需要细节。&lt;br /&gt;把所有的经历观察的综合起来，就应该可以找到答案了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以说我还真的不适合行政工作吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-1566829117172077435?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1566829117172077435/comments/default' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-9072751600482598834</id><published>2011-05-10T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:07:41.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joyful'/><title type='text'>这要命（却很开心）的旅程！</title><content type='html'>在越南认识的中国朋友来马了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;缘分就是这么奇怪让我们在越南遇上了。一个旅途上认识的朋友说的一句话：你们应该认识他们，我们就认识了。大家一起上河内游河内，慢慢的熟络了。即使分道扬镳了，距离却通过科技拉近了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o3ojb3ESURA/TckbiKF1gHI/AAAAAAAABBc/IoOZ84LndCY/s1600/DSC_4620.JPG" 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href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/9072751600482598834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/9072751600482598834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='这要命（却很开心）的旅程！'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o3ojb3ESURA/TckbiKF1gHI/AAAAAAAABBc/IoOZ84LndCY/s72-c/DSC_4620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-7223231096243044213</id><published>2011-04-26T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:04:03.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='心魔'/><title type='text'>hate me, for this moment</title><content type='html'>这一刻，讨厌这个我。&lt;br /&gt;内心满是厌恶，讨厌现在的我。&lt;br /&gt;因为知道他，所以更厌恶他。正如他以为，我就是笨蛋，一个假装笨蛋的我。&lt;br /&gt;就假装看不见，让他以为赢了。 &lt;br /&gt;就让他以为我是笨蛋。&lt;br /&gt;反正我就是可以选择做笨蛋-因为他不值得我去说明白。&lt;br /&gt;只讨厌自己一刻。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-7223231096243044213?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-5298986228811010293</id><published>2011-04-21T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:06:52.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='生活 Cest la vie'/><title type='text'>Abuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;This evening rained  heavily. Most of the roads were flooded and most of us were trapped on  the road, bumper to bumper. I stopped at the traffic light at the  junction in front of subang parade and maybank. I was the first car and  there were many cars behind me. Then, there was this siren sounded from  far. I tried to find the direction of the siren and found an ambulance  was at the end of the cars&amp;nbsp;behind me. I drove forward slowly,&amp;nbsp;into the  yellow box of the cross junction. The cars from opposite lane were still  crossing the junction and I couldn't go further. But the car behind me  kept on horning - either he was trying to gain attention of the cars at  the opposite lane, or he was trying to "force" me drive forward. Anyway,  I ignored it because I couldn't drive forward when the cars were  driving fast to cross the junction. Then, the cars on left lane started  to move to their left and the ambulance managed to get over some cars.  While the traffic light turned to green for the cars to turn from the  left to right, I drove further. almost at the middle of the junction  now, and tried to cross the junction to make the way for the  ambulance.&amp;nbsp;The motorists&amp;nbsp;from the left, as usual, sped when traffic  light turned green. When they saw my car almost at the middle of the  junction, they stopped because they were frightened, worrying they would  be hit. Finally I crossed the junction, there were few cars followed to  give way to the ambulance.&amp;nbsp;Then, I was driving behind the ambulance  (happened to be we were heading towards the same direction). When we  reached&amp;nbsp;at the main road,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh my god, are you serious?!!! The ambulance  stopped sirening!!!I couldn't believe this is happening!!!  &amp;nbsp;@#$%%^&amp;amp;*!&lt;br /&gt;I risked my life to give way to you, some other  people as well, and you were cheating just to get rid of the massive  traffic!!!! Shame on You!!!! &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/2747788976934479923-5298986228811010293?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5298986228811010293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/04/abuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/5298986228811010293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/5298986228811010293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/04/abuse.html' title='Abuse'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-1459980995326874020</id><published>2011-04-15T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:10:18.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joyful'/><title type='text'>夜逛槟城</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;因为工作的关系，我去槟城了，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;要在这儿待个&lt;/span&gt;“&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;四天三夜&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;。一个人住在这个偌大的酒店房，睡在一个&lt;/span&gt;kingsize&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;的床。哈，好享受哦！在家里也没这么奢侈呢。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;不过，一个人住了一晚后，还真的有些闷呢。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;随后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;和朋友约了两晚。第一晚不成功，第二晚也以为希望落空了。将近&lt;/span&gt;11&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;时，朋友才回电，终于逃离酒店，在&lt;/span&gt;gurney &lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;闲逛，吃宵夜。托朋友的福，这是我第一次坐摩托在槟城的马路上奔驰。这时的马路很宽，左右两旁的景色好像放大了般。汽车呼啸而过。我这朋友很小心地驾驭这摩托，一路上，尽量靠路旁行驶。我看是为了我着想吧。如果他骑在右道上，我一定会惊吓连连。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;我们一起到新建的建筑走了一趟。这些建筑建在填海的地上。我们嘲笑说会不会有一天槟城填海，把岛接到了大陆。虽然笑着，我的心里飘过一丝惆怅。这怎么会是值得开心的事呢？在这块地上仰望黑漆漆的海，远处就是建筑群的灯火。看见驶过的轮船，朋友说可能是赌船呢，正驶向公海。回头望这新颖的建筑，即将成为槟城的焦点啊。这建筑有着槟城建筑独有的风格，融合东西方的建筑特点。这欧洲气息，感觉自己又回到了欧洲。还真希望吉隆坡也有这样的建筑呢！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;脱下头盔，头发都压扁了。哈，真难得！每到一个目的地，都要重新把头发弄整齐。整齐后，又乱了，再弄整齐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;总之，这就是一个很特别的经验。以后的回忆里，我会记得这个欧洲式的建筑还有摩托在夜里奔驰的感觉。（哈，终于明白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;matrempit&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;为什么爱&lt;/span&gt;rempit&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;了。）&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/2747788976934479923-1459980995326874020?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-3074627881779882665</id><published>2011-04-09T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:10:41.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='生活 Cest la vie'/><title type='text'>学习</title><content type='html'>看来我还有很多很多要学习的修养。第一保持沉稳。不要这么容易被一些事影响。小小一件事可以让我这么生气。如果一辈子被气，怎么办？还有，不要气一些故意为难你的人。理智一些，这些人不重要，成事才重要。&lt;br /&gt;第二要更有信心。对自己和别人都要有信心。&lt;br /&gt;不要害怕把自己的心里话说出来。虽然别人不一定要听这些，可是，不是告诉自己了吗： 不要管别人想什么。他们不想听，会告诉你的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈，我也不知道自己怎么了。应该被气昏了吧！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-3074627881779882665?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3074627881779882665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3074627881779882665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3074627881779882665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_09.html' title='学习'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-1348577509769707495</id><published>2011-04-06T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:11:33.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='心魔'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='生活 Cest la vie'/><title type='text'>诚实的面对自己</title><content type='html'>人的想法很可怕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我必须承认——我那黑暗的一面。只有接受这黑暗，面对它，才能自信地活出自己。反正人就是多面性的，才可以有无限的可能。没有人永远站在光明，也没有人永远站在黑暗。活在黄昏里或晨曦里，那会更有趣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;常常只想着这么做别人会难过吗？不能只顾虑别人的感受，而不表达自己的意见。如何同时不伤害别人却又能得到自己想要的是一门学问。这总要伤害了人很多次，才学会的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以呢，我只能不想了，不怕了。偶尔，做一些脱轨的事，使坏什么的，还可以轻松一番。总好过当一个烂好人吧。宁愿伤害这个人一百次，也不愿意在背后惺惺作态。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回过头想，别人的批评就是那么一回事。越是觉得伤害，越得警惕自己～道行不够高，继续修炼。更要庆幸，这是单刀直入的，不是笑里藏刀。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坦坦荡荡的面对真实的自己。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-1348577509769707495?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1348577509769707495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/1348577509769707495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/1348577509769707495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='诚实的面对自己'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-1189879239998766809</id><published>2011-03-18T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:12:00.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>好多天</title><content type='html'>有一些日子了，不知道要写些什么。写写上回的失恋过程？不过和其他世事比起来，我的痛太小了。我可以选择把它放大，也可以让它轻轻地离去。&lt;br /&gt;国际新闻比平常还要乱。马来西亚的问题变小了。和朋友在面子薄讨论人“为日本祈祷”的心理,这么做是想让自己好过一些吗？听着朋友斥责祈祷并不能帮一些什么，哈，就和他杠上了！我不是虔诚的人，并没有特别喜欢的宗教。我就像其他城市人一般，对人·事·物·都很疏离。偶尔，想要表现的很在乎。偶尔，只想活在纸醉金迷之下。&lt;br /&gt;出来大染缸并不久，和同龄的朋友比起来，还真好命，正式工作不过才三年。比起以前，真的领悟了不少，竟然可以看透了一些什么。或许，没多久我的一身傲骨就会被消磨了。只因为这“看透”。&lt;br /&gt;今天，在驾车回家途中，突然听到了michael learns to rock的sleeping child。心里忽然开朗。看到了那一片白白绵长的海滩，还有那片海和一些人。那时的开心无虑的心情在脑中涌起。他们都说嗅觉会让你忆起一些时候，我啊，就是这么一些音乐，记忆就回来了。在车上，嘴角扬起，笑起来了。很久没这么开朗的笑了，在车里一个人笑着。别人看见了，也会会心一笑吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日本要坚强起来！忍不住还是要说一些让自己好过的话。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-1189879239998766809?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1189879239998766809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/1189879239998766809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/1189879239998766809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='好多天'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-8575090616117492080</id><published>2011-03-18T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:12:34.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Angkor Wat</title><content type='html'>看了一系列的angkor wat照片，和它的背景资料，我的脑海里浮现很多对这个王朝的遐想。很难想象，很久以前没有科技的时代.不过这一系列的动画，把她便成真的了。&lt;a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2009/07/angkor/angkor-animation"&gt;Angkor Wat Interactive&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;我站在这座高耸的庙宇,望着眼前无际的稻田，还有跨越城市的大水道。周围有很多椰树。我在眼里看到人群。有人背着大袋的瓜，有人牵着牛走着，有人在路边叫卖。几个乔夫抬着轿子走过，上面坐着美丽的女人，身上只有一件薄纱。丰满的胴体表露无疑，却没有人敢正视她。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-8575090616117492080?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8575090616117492080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/03/angkor-wat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/8575090616117492080'/><link 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term='joyful'/><title type='text'>还在放假 - 拜天公</title><content type='html'>今天是年初8了，午夜12时的拜天公是福建人最重视的节日。可是，我一点也感受不到。家里从我中学开始，已经不拜天公了。以前说不拜的，好啊，反正省事。几年前，开始觉得拜天公也很好啊。亲戚朋友可以聚在一起劳作，例如折钱纸，煮一些吃的，然后一起拜拜，放鞭炮。呵呵，纯粹喜欢一起的感觉。不过，别叫我一个人空忙的，我会恨死这些大日子。&lt;br /&gt;所以呢，因为想感受这种大日子，我开始寻找。曾经去过一个远亲的家。他们每一年都在这个日子办openhouse，然后拜天公。每年都很热闹，有很多的人出席。因为所有的事都有工人张罗，我只是凑热闹，唯一责任是，瞎吃。没有温暖的感觉，这跟我和朋友出外吃饭是一样的。吃完了，聊完了，就散了。&lt;br /&gt;近两年，我不再去了，转移阵地。我到知己的家去闹。嘿，想帮些什么忙的，仿佛越帮越忙。她的家人也不好意思让我帮，毕竟是客人啊。不过，我还是强强的帮了一些。她的家人多，地方小。大家是真的济济一堂。因为是很一家人的事，当他们一个一个上香后，也邀我点上一份。哈哈，真的很有温暖的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;还有更开心的事。那就是拜完以后点炮的时候。很久没有玩炮了。自从禁了以后，家里又没拜拜的习惯，而且要省钱，更加没有人愿意犯禁。闷死了，整个新年就少了什么。知己的家男丁多，好玩的也多，被警察询问，也有他们挡。当然重点不是他们挡的，是那个放鞭炮时，大家起哄。噼里啪啦的，很刺激。放完炮后，更精彩的来了，大家一起分享美食。你一块的，我一块的，真的很愉快。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-2188513878384678692?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-2484856799332320095</id><published>2011-02-06T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T00:18:35.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>reunion dinner</title><content type='html'>It has been a tradition for my family to eat reunion lunch at my maternal grandpa's house and then a home-cook dinner by my mum at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do something different this year. On the day before (29th of lunar calendar), as usual, I went to night market with my mother. My mother bought the ingredients for the dishes and I helped carrying them, but, I paid more attention on what, how and why she bought the ingredients. I asked too. Haha trying to learn some life skills from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the reunion day, while my mum cooked, I sneaked into kitchen and asked her permission to let me trying on... Guess what! Cooking Chinese Food!! (Kitchen is my mum's territory. I don't usually step in because my poor skills will earn her "anger" credit :p I make sandwiches and pasta - it is too far easy)&lt;br /&gt;I also communicated with her on how I like to learn cooking :) It works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just amazing that my mum listened and I learned few new dishes (And my two sisters didn't sense the difference). We had a wonderful dinner on that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: It's never too late to talk to parents about what we like and dislike. They will always listen and willing to work with us to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;:))))&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-2484856799332320095?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2484856799332320095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/02/reunion-dinner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/2484856799332320095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/2484856799332320095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/02/reunion-dinner.html' title='reunion dinner'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-5017344410188093419</id><published>2011-01-30T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:16:09.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>不爱</title><content type='html'>当初只是伴 不曾想过一起&lt;br /&gt;他们都说我们会&lt;br /&gt;如果你爱上我 我真的不知道怎么办&lt;br /&gt;不爱 我们都很好&lt;br /&gt;爱了 谁是谁牵绊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不爱 让我知道&lt;br /&gt;爱了 我该怎么办&lt;br /&gt;只好 不爱了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-5017344410188093419?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5017344410188093419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/5017344410188093419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/5017344410188093419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_30.html' title='不爱'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-3370480876516340006</id><published>2011-01-20T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:16:35.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>星星</title><content type='html'>不经意的 又想起他送的一颗星星&lt;br /&gt;星星还在 却不在他的心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回家的路上 一直想要让泪掉下&lt;br /&gt;有多么不舍得 那星星 还是要放开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就只有你 让我想起这颗星星&lt;br /&gt;真空状态下 我会让星星离开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会完全放下 让星星乘光速离去&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-3370480876516340006?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3370480876516340006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3370480876516340006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3370480876516340006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='星星'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-2263335564919650271</id><published>2011-01-06T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:16:49.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Bruno Mars - Grenade [Official Music Video]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/SR6iYWJxHqs/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SR6iYWJxHqs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SR6iYWJxHqs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the song!!! It's powerful! &lt;br /&gt;Like the way he move the piano ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-2263335564919650271?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2263335564919650271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/01/bruno-mars-grenade-official-music-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/2263335564919650271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/2263335564919650271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2011/01/bruno-mars-grenade-official-music-video.html' title='Bruno Mars - Grenade [Official Music Video]'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-3617436730992675039</id><published>2010-12-30T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:17:17.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joyful'/><title type='text'>想起这首歌</title><content type='html'>朋友啊，还记得当年的我们吗？那时你最先考到车牌，爸爸给你一辆二手车。我们迫不及待的在某个假期乘这辆车到kualaSelangor去郊游。因为车上没有唱机，至少我的印象中是这样，我们把另一个朋友的收音机带上车，我带了我的几个喜爱的CD上车。一路上，我们哼哼唱唱的其中一首歌就是这首： &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JCpvMzdpkNQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JCpvMzdpkNQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道那时你们听厌了吗？现在每当这首歌响起，这段美好的回忆就跑出来了！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-3617436730992675039?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3617436730992675039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3617436730992675039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3617436730992675039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_30.html' title='想起这首歌'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-3534970100190690067</id><published>2010-12-29T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:17:50.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Auschwitz Concentration Camp</title><content type='html'>至今已经四年了，我还是忘不了参观纳粹集中营的那天。&lt;br /&gt;身处华沙波兰已是冬季，没有春季的鲜艳，夏季的欢乐和秋季的浪漫，映入眼帘的是灰色的天空和印象中呈棕色的建筑。一大早，和刚认识的巴西朋友分道扬镳，我独自上了去auschwitz的巴士。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e8/Birkenau_gate.JPG/800px-Birkenau_gate.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e8/Birkenau_gate.JPG/800px-Birkenau_gate.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wikipedia -Auschwitz 2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;来到这集中营，没有经历过大屠杀和战争的我，没有太大的感受。可是来到大门的那一刻，抬头望着这扇压顶的大门，再回头看见链接这扇大门的铁轨消失在远处的雾中。我仿佛失去了一些欢乐。然后，我步行到这前院的正中央，回头看，仿佛看见一列火车停在这集中营的正中央。从远处看，这扇大门就像一只张大嘴的怪兽，可以把一切吞噬掉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;观赏过Life is Beautiful的人，一定记得被集中在这儿的犹太人，是怎么被对待的。在这里，我不敢回忆这部电影。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/4xBhbDgJtAE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4xBhbDgJtAE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4xBhbDgJtAE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个人在偌大的集中营漫步，我从一座类似货仓的建筑物游走到另一座。参观了近两个小时，我只碰见几个游客。每一座货仓都有自己的故事。这些故事太立体了，让我有很多想象空间。而且没有人的货仓，心里阵阵寒意。突然一个小孩跑过，然后传来一些笑声。我吓到了。原来只是投影机所投影的一个小孩。笑声嘛，可能是幻听吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来到一面墙，上面有很多橡胶种子般大的洞（或许在小一些）。这四四方方的墙在两座货仓的中间，是其中一面院子的墙。空荡荡的院子很干净，看不出这是枪杀场。后来的后来，有更多令我震撼的地方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;接近傍晚4或5时，天将暗下来的那一刻，我就站在一个比较高的草坪上，望着前方一支又一支高耸的烟囱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后记：记忆有点错乱，查证后才发现自己先参观第一个营后才到第二个营birkenau。那群烟囱是木仓被毁后的遗留物。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;而今年，有一些特别，我和妈妈到上海和杭州旅行。虽然称不上背包旅行，但也是“半背包”。母女俩24小时连在一起，在自己的家也做不到哦。然后，去了参加四年一度的世博会。这要谢谢一位朋友哦，如果不是他，懒惰的我还真的没有力气去参加这么累人的世博会。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除此，今年还是我第一次上Frazer's Hill!! 呵呵，我的退休天堂要多增加一个了。希望明年可以再去看看那些花花草草树树木木，听虫鸣，看鸟儿和观星。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果要用一些字形容今年发生的事，我看：忙，盲，茫都进入今年的字典了。对于很多发生的事，无论是工作和感情都是这三个字。进入最后的三个月，终于拨开混沌，看见了久违的天空。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有想到同事都离职了，换了一批新的。偶尔，会怀念那段大家一起共同奋斗的日子。希望以后还有机会合作啦。工作上要休克的那一刻，想到他们还是很欣慰。他们在别处奋斗中。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;工作忙碌中，我还是搬家了。买新家是好事，可负担更重了。不想放弃自己喜欢的事，所以常常挣扎。不想为了负担，停滞向前。只能加油加油加油吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其他开心事不用言明了，阳光下一片灿烂。&lt;br /&gt;明年的愿望，和生日愿望一样～找个伴一起去旅行！:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(幸福满满的）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-8769360381126378776?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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They are young （5-6 years） younger than me..eh hem, but I'm not OLD. I'm MATURED in many ways hahaha, there are benefits to grow old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday night, of one night, I was taught again on the important lesson in my life. Friends who are passionate, trustworthy and honest are always there for you. They treat you excellent well from the bottom of their hearts. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And only one night - I learned that I do too little for my family members. I support them, financially and mentally, but that's not enough. Making them happy is an important element that I've left out in our relationships. Thank you, mum! I wouldn't be here, without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, sisters! I know whatever decision I make will be supported by both of you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, friends! You all cheer up my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll live cheerfully and healthily every day of my life. Let's blow 30 candles when I'm 30!!! LOL &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-4142949025473899442?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4142949025473899442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/12/way-to-30-years-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/4142949025473899442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/4142949025473899442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/12/way-to-30-years-old.html' title='the way to 30 years old'/><author><name>Yen Sim 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/&gt;赶快按车笛，希望他发现我，然后回到他的车道。同一个时候，我也踩刹车，听见车胎的声音。从来没有想到在这瞬间车轮摩擦在地面上的嘶声很恐怖。千钧一发之际，我看见分堤和我的车之间还有一些空间，足以让我的车划出Z字减低摩擦，争取时间让车慢下来。而这黑色saga也就成功进入我的这条车道。这时的我从惊吓变成生气，车笛鸣起——从来没有按这么久。我的手都冷了，身体微微抖着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看见他的孩子一直往后看我。这孩子旁边还有两个小人头，车前司机旁坐了一个包头的妇女。我看全家大小都在车上吧！这种鲁莽司机，我更不能原谅！小孩不明白，可是大人总该知道刚才有多么险峻吧！可是那妇女也不曾回头看，或者检查孩子的安危。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过了一段路，这黑色saga终于在一个分岔路口吃会左边车道。我经过他的时候，想看看他有没有道歉，他却看也不看一眼，目无表情的看着前面的路。他到底有没有看到我的车？还是他根本不痛不痒，不觉得刚才有多危险？我的心很寒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸好，尾随我的车并没有太靠近我，他还来得及刹车。幸好，我的刹车没有问题。幸好，我的精神状态良好，思绪灵敏。 幸好，我注意到了这黑色saga。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-7244973188446767802?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7244973188446767802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-8100752422475712563</id><published>2010-12-05T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:25:04.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joyful'/><title type='text'>惠妹</title><content type='html'>有幸的，表妹给了我两张惠妹的演唱会门票。真的太high了！&lt;br /&gt;从最新的专辑，到以前一些经典，整个场面，high翻！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中学时期，除了王菲，她就是另一位我最喜爱的歌手。那时，一班朋友喜欢聚在其中一人的家唱卡拉OK，她的歌是必唱的。大家飙得很爽！&lt;br /&gt;还是像以前一样，她的声音很爆炸性。令人惊喜的是她唱了一首意大利文歌剧的歌。挑战性极高。不过，我还是喜欢唱歌剧的版本。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天在她的演唱会，只要注意我最会唱的歌，就一定会知道我是哪个年代的。哈。&lt;br /&gt;然后，当她唱起那首《分生》，我真的被歌词触碰到了。现在的我就像这首歌一样，某些歌词像是心声一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听她的经典歌，点滴在心头。仿佛以前的朋友又聚在一起了。一群人唱歌唱到三更半夜，然后彻夜畅谈。大概接近早晨，大伙出外吃个早餐，再各自回家睡大觉。哈，原来我也曾有过这样的时光。&lt;br /&gt;如果不是她的演唱会，我都把这些忘了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天的演唱会真的难忘！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-8100752422475712563?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8100752422475712563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/8100752422475712563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/8100752422475712563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_05.html' title='惠妹'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-3311370851783152704</id><published>2010-12-03T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T23:57:00.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joyful'/><title type='text'>汤圆</title><content type='html'>不知道有没有和你提过，我对汤圆有很特别的感情。从小就很喜欢汤圆这号甜品，一年一次才吃的汤圆，这象征团圆的汤圆令我异常欢喜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小时候，冬至总是落在学校假期。每当冬至来临，我会吵着要妈妈和妹妹们早一点起身搓汤圆。当然，我的要求是十次九次失败。睡觉似乎对妹妹更重要。所以，每一次都是我和妈妈在搓。当我们差不多要搓完时，妹妹们就会临门一“搓”，有几粒代表作就好了。不过，还是曾经和妹妹们笑笑说说的在玩乐中搓完汤圆，然后一起数汤圆，吃汤圆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上大学和工作后，我搓汤圆的机会变少了。这个佳节对我来说好像失去了一些意义。回到家，虽然还是能有幸的享用到妈妈搓的汤圆，可是已经少了这份特别的感觉。最近工作开始赶上进度，我想终于可以在冬至这天请假在家搓汤圆了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想我喜欢冬至是因为这节日的祥和气氛，还有那美好的童年回忆，加上那些回忆都发生在早晨。早晨的空气清新而且非常宁静。这代表所有的不快，不安都已离去，是新的一天。这回忆烙印在心中，从来不曾散去。每当看见汤圆，我只感觉愉快和幸福。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-3311370851783152704?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3311370851783152704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>最近的好消息特别多。今天，知己约吃饭。我迟离开公司，只好通知她们我会迟一些到。她说要早一点到啊！哈哈，怎么这么想见我哦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才一坐下来，她突然说要告诉我们一些事。然后，她红了脸，迟疑了一下。她真的很少会这个样子，一般上她都是落落大方的。到底是什么事？她是怎么说的 “我有球了”，不记得是不是怎么说的，反正就是怀孕了。而且已经4个月咯！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我张开了口，一双手盖着嘴巴，讶异！另一个知己也很惊喜，问是几时的事？说她很能忍，刚才完全没提到。&lt;br /&gt;我这才知道，在我还没到前，她们就是谈着生孩子的事，说场面有多“刺激”;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;周围一直有朋友结婚，怀孕和生孩子，（我妈妈还是保姆呢）可我从来没有和这件事这么接近。知己的孩子将会叫我阿姨哦！哈哈对于生孩子，还有如何照顾婴儿，我还蛮有常识的。因为妈妈的工作关系，我还有些许的实际经验。（妹妹比我更会照顾婴儿。）&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，真的是一个快乐的消息！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;莫明其妙的，我们3个以前的傻小姐竟然要变妈妈和阿姨了。我们挥别了那段青春的日子（已经走远），如今我们步入另一个生命历程。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我另一个还没结婚的知己看着我说：我们要加油咯！我还真的不知道要给她什么反应。是有那么一点落后 :P&lt;br /&gt;我虽然觉得怀孕这件事和我是不大相衬啦，可凡事都有可能。因为生命本身就是奇迹。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-5640413272571327823?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-3732866704489139980</id><published>2010-11-24T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:10:30.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>开心 Happy</title><content type='html'>如果不是因为生病，而没有去PD的训练营，我不会有机会和家人一起搬家具。&lt;br /&gt;搬家具！是的，我们买了新的家具，刚巧他们在大妹不在家时把家具送来（大妹负责这项监督工程），所以她房间的家具都放错位置了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她的房间小。这时候看起来更小了。一张双人床架，一张梳妆台，还有一个大的可以把整个房间反映出来的镜子（很大吧）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她回到家后，我们就开始帮她移家具。哈哈，想象两个女人，平时没什么运动，更别说做什么粗活，抬家具换位置，简直要命！况且妈妈有一定年纪了，不想她闪到腰。还有大妹刚好大病初愈，不想她伤到旧患。而且，地上铺的是木板，我们不想因为力不到，而刮花地板。这时候，我和大妹就会想：有壮丁多好啊？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后，我们坐下来讨论要如何以最小的力把事做好。我们观方向，想好位置后，酌量好长度和宽度才开始工作。哈哈，我们三个女人抬一下，停一下。抬的时候互相提醒对方，小心脚啊，小心墙壁啊，小心地板啊！停下来的时候讲一些笑话，互相揶揄一番，真的很开心！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于大功告成的那一刻，hooray，整个房间看起来好舒服哦！好完美！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the furniture that we bought were delivered to us. As they came early, my younger sister, who was supposed to take care of the placement when the furniture arrived, was not yet home. The furniture in her room, including a queen size bed frame, a long dressing table and a very huge rectangular mirror, which you can see the reflection of the whole room (it's really big) were not placed properly as what she had planned. The small room was so unorganized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came home, after some rest, my younger sister, mother and I all gathered in her small room and started to think of replacing the furniture. But, it is so challenging for 3 of us, who seldom work out and strength-less. Moreover, my mother has gained some age and we are worried that she have backache later on after such hard and treacherous work. We also do not dare to risk my younger sister, who has just recovered from surgery. We wish, all of a sudden, pop out this handsome and muscular guy to help us!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this handsome and muscular guy didn't show up. We sat on her new bed and started brainstorming on how to move the furniture with little work incurred. After some discussions and measurements, we ended up moving the furniture in a very slow pace. 1,2,3! We lifted the furniture, moved forward few steps and stopped... to... REST!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,after an hour of hard work, we got all the furniture at the right place. Hooray! Now, the small room is cosy and nice! PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Temporarily, we ignore the Mirror. It's too heavy for us to move. .....We really hope that the guy exists! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-3732866704489139980?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3732866704489139980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3732866704489139980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3732866704489139980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy.html' title='开心 Happy'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-1880866694808327300</id><published>2010-11-19T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T23:54:55.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises</title><content type='html'>Recently, there are a lot of news and works overwhelmed me, which some of them are surprise/more than a surprise/unpleasant news for me to come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine seriously fall sick. The news came to me, just after my sister recovered from her illness. God bless her (although I doubt his existence - but something something gotta be there to heal her, other than medicine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to find out that I actually can be very perseverance in pursuing my goal. After struggling, I'm still here. (or some people name it "stubborn")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of losing interest and passion in my work, I have finally gotten myself escape from such feelings. They have come back into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized the voice in my heart is always there for me, if I listen carefully. Through listening, I make a right choice. I should have always followed my heart, instead of my brain. Thanks to a friend who has frequently reminded me on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an article. It taught me to always pursue interests and activities that mean a lot to me. It surprises me that the words "Mean a lot" have truly pointed out the chaos in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-1880866694808327300?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1880866694808327300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/11/surprises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/1880866694808327300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/1880866694808327300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-7630736187584763625</id><published>2010-11-09T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:25:57.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>If I die young</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/artist_scroller.swf?script=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.metrolyrics.com%2Fscroller%2Fscroller_v2.php&amp;amp;lyricid=1185554243"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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type='html'>不知道从什么时候开始，我停止写短篇了。然后，又不知道什么时候开始，我让一本书陪伴自己。无论工作，旅行，吃饭，还是搭乘公交，手上或包包里总有一本书。&lt;br /&gt;大部分都是古典，科幻和悬疑小说，现在连心灵书籍也列在书单里。有时候，也会特地看一些专业书籍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢忽略周围的变化，专心沉溺在书的世界。那是一个不用思考的世界，只有想象的宇宙。如果想要避开无谓的交际，只要拿出一本书，沉浸在里头，就没有人敢打扰你。那专心一致的神情，别人看见了，会觉得打扰了是一种罪过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抬头一看，我家的新书橱还可以容下更多的书，有待填满。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-7973287334390304996?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7973287334390304996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/7973287334390304996'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;两组数字都是停滞不前，拥有这些号码三年后影响更凸显。不过，只要我选择一个我最爱的艺术，把自己困在这样的环境中，我就会成为大师。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈，我该认真看待，还是笑笑就好。的确，到今天，我还是被目前的工作烦扰。工作应该是表现热情的一种方法，让人鼓舞。不过，如今我只是冷眼旁观，要我做的我就做。要离去的那一刻改变主意，是我的选择。选择后，不能后悔。不过，真该死，我后悔了。因为，无论我给这个公司多少机会，以为会改变，他们都只是在“利用”我——这样的感觉挥之不去。长期觉得自己被利用，心里怎么会正常。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想起来，刚进到这公司并不是一帆风顺的，只是我很专注的在做着眼前的事，忽略了这些扰人的感觉。如今才醒过来，机会错失，该往何处去呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;果然，还真是困字啊！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然数字占卜不能完全相信，相信好的，可能就是我目前困境的解决方法！&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-1850296704447400867?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1850296704447400867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>终于把书房里所有在箱子里的东西整理好了。这书房里，有伴了我很多很多年的书和钢琴。又开始练琴了，不再只是弹弹玩玩。这次是认真了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;钢琴的声音还是这么好听。无论它有多么的老旧，只要弹合适的歌，它还是那么有魅力，发出美妙的声音。但是，是时候放弃它了。如果要更上一层楼，我就要找另一架更适合我的钢琴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过，对于寻找一架新钢琴还是没有头绪。什么是合适的？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-1342721526901771436?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1342721526901771436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/1342721526901771436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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思的剧情。如今这套恐怖电影只能落得一个平凡不过的造作电影。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;我喜欢那种颠覆传统和考验我们价值观的电影。如今的电影，通常都是雷声大雨点小。纵然有很多大 卡司，很多时候只是因为拍而拍，结局常常草草了事。如果认真选择，好电影没有几套。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;不过，还是很珍惜和朋友一起看电影的时 光。大家拥有同样的电影，却有不同的记忆，得到不同的讯息。&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/2747788976934479923-3284572724222710232?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3284572724222710232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tough'/><title type='text'>聚会。岁月。（Gathering and Time)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;今天，因着一位从远方回来的朋友，我们一班大学同系的同学又聚在一起了。出席的人不多，很好，那么才可以好好聊聊。实在有几年不曾相见了，大家有说有笑，真得很热闹。虽然大家是老样子，不过已经稍有成就。从某某的口中知道某某结婚了，生了多少个孩子，在哪里高就。这就是生活啊！“岁月”又再一次提醒我：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;岁月不饶人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;岁月的确成了我现在做每一件事的考量。哈哈，真的活在当下了，要争取（不再是珍惜哦）每一个时光做自己最想要的事。前一阵子，对工作非常不满，觉得自己的权益被公司剥夺了。每天都有忙不完的公事，想要有自己的空间不容易。终于挨不住了，丢了辞职信，打算潇洒的走了。此处不留人，只有留人处。正当这样想，看到了另一个出路。什么都不理，大胆申请了。然后面试，等待。甚至有最坏的打算，重操故业，同时另外开创新路。短短的最后三个星期，在现任公司的日子也不多了。新的上司终于来了，而我的决定和心里面一直不踏实的计划开始翻涌，因为我在现任公司看见了曙光。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;世事往往不能预料。面试不成功吧，新工作应该没了。那一丝丝的曙光，我可以为了她留下来。这么一决定，电话却来了——面试成功了！这公司应该是很多人梦寐以求的。我的心里一方面很惊喜，一方面很犹豫。接受了新工作，一切就要重头开始。我到底还有多少时间？我应该向前吧，我只能向前。这就是一直困惑我的问题。如果现任公司还是一样让我不满意，我可以不顾一切的离开。可是，现任公司的状况好了，新上司应该是个很能干，有经验的领导者，我可以从她的身上学习。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;看起来，我要走的理由不存在了。好像一场赌博，我不能担保我留下来的理由是对的。万一我对她的判断是错的。没有万一，没有如果。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;重头开始奋斗，花个三五年，会不会成功，是未知数。我最终选择了从现在的所在地，继续前进，以新的方式努力。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;要战胜岁月，完成一系列想要做的事，我一定要跑得更快，跑在前头。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job offer from an organisation, which everyone will love to accept or maybe think that I should accept. However, I've turned down the offer and stayed back at the current organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been complaining about my current organisation quite frequently, about the abundance of workload and personnel arrangement. I found myself moody and emotional. I decided to resign and I resigned. In 3 more weeks, end of October, I would be leaving. However, in very last moment, new Executive Director came aboard to the organisation. I changed my mind, after considered all possibilities and thoughts from different friends, family and even books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, staying at the current position and place, move on with new direction...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-1151056964174255039?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1151056964174255039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/1151056964174255039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/1151056964174255039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_18.html' title='聚会。岁月。（Gathering and Time)'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-8549210410966950969</id><published>2010-10-12T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:56:19.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>梁静茹</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;有一段日子，过的很痛苦。心实在太疼了，都睡不好。听朋友说梁静茹的歌有疗伤作用，所以把她的歌都找来了。那时，每一天都刻意加班，每一刻都在听她的歌。果然失恋时，她的歌最好了。她唱的每一首歌，仿佛纪念着我和他的故事，细说着我的感受。如今听到她的歌，就想到了那段每一天在听她的歌的日子。那段感情真的离我好远好远了。现在，即使见面了，也是再普通不过的朋友。&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/2747788976934479923-8549210410966950969?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8549210410966950969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/8549210410966950969'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;根据这本书的说法，我需要把过去和现在连接起来，亦即接受过去，检讨现在，再寻找未来的方向。但是，因为过去渗透着负面的感情，我们很多时候都不愿意面对那段过去背后的因由。正因为不愿面对，以致今天，这段过去无形中影响我们的决定和处事的方法。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我可以选择把自己的故事讲给一个值得信任的朋友听，让朋友和我一起探讨。我也可以回忆过去，探讨自己在这段过去的感觉，甚至发问问题，从中思考。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在这过程中，你的灵魂，也就是让你变成今天的过去（经验）会有所领悟。虽然不能改变，也不一定找出因由，却可以让你释怀，帮助你向前。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而心灵主宰你的未来。或者说，是你内心的渴望，领导你寻求你要的生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这本书写的很深奥，我还不能消化大部分的内容。不过，还真的教会了我一些检视生活的办法。&lt;br /&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/2747788976934479923-5439242909156455541?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5439242909156455541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-7816862193506929066</id><published>2010-09-26T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:40:34.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新家的味道</title><content type='html'>我终于有自己的家了——一个属于自己永远的避风港。这个家不是成家立业的“家”，而是和妈妈还有两个妹妹的家。不知道妈妈会觉得苦尽甘来了吗？还是我们太习惯改变了，这个改变不是新鲜事？（反正改变也只是生活的一部分？）不过，妈妈应该还蛮享受在新家的日子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天自个儿在家。独自享受“家”的味道。以前积存下来的CD，奖杯，装饰品等都可以摆出来了，就像在以前的“那个家”一样。我放了王菲的歌，懒洋洋的躺在沙发上，边哼边读着我的小说。偶尔，起来伸一伸懒腰，看一看外面的雨景。好不写意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“一切都好，只欠烦恼” 哈哈，或许这应该是我将来的目标。不是要烦恼哦，而是想要追寻这种让我们称羡的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有这个家后，我才明白我什么都不缺。只要我和家人健健康康的，没有金钱烦恼，快快乐乐的每天喜哈过日子，这已经是生命给我最大的礼物。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我今年的生日愿望~我看应该可以只为自己许了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-7816862193506929066?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7816862193506929066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/7816862193506929066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/7816862193506929066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_26.html' title='新家的味道'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;那歌词未写上的是那份弦外的延长音&lt;br /&gt;斟一杯酒 一抱拳 一句关心&lt;br /&gt;在千年之後 再延续 不变的旋律&lt;br /&gt;当 春 雪 融 夏 景 秋风为我捎封信&lt;br /&gt;冬 冬锣隆冬墙 冬 冬锣隆隆冬墙墙&lt;br /&gt;又是思念的四季&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知人知面 知己知彼 又知心&lt;br /&gt;古人说 这就是所谓知音&lt;br /&gt;相知相惜 相亲相爱 也相忆&lt;br /&gt;朋友你 会不会常把我想起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;何年何月 何日何时 再相聚&lt;br /&gt;何时能 把酒言欢畅回忆&lt;br /&gt;很多很多 很深很深 的回忆&lt;br /&gt;很多歌 我只想要为你唱起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;某年某月 某天伯牙再访子期&lt;br /&gt;风景依旧绿 子期却已归西&lt;br /&gt;触景 触琴 即伤情&lt;br /&gt;伯牙绝弦 只因再无知音&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;千年过去 当我再度拨弄琴韵&lt;br /&gt;更多冷箭 更多冷言冷语&lt;br /&gt;请你听 请轻轻 倾听&lt;br /&gt;唱给我永远不离弃的知音&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听 宫 商 角 徵 羽&lt;br /&gt;那歌词未写上的是那份弦外的延长音&lt;br /&gt;斟一杯酒 一抱拳 一句关心&lt;br /&gt;在千年之後 再延续 不变的旋律&lt;br /&gt;当 春 雪 融 夏 景 秋风为我捎封信&lt;br /&gt;冬 冬锣隆冬墙 &amp;nbsp;冬 冬锣隆隆冬墙墙&lt;br /&gt;又是思念的四季&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知人知面 知己知彼 又知心&lt;br /&gt;古人说 这就是所谓知音&lt;br /&gt;相知相惜 相亲相爱 也相忆&lt;br /&gt;朋友你 会不会常把我想起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;何年何月 何日何时 再相聚&lt;br /&gt;何时能 把酒言欢畅回忆&lt;br /&gt;很多很多 很深很深 的回忆&lt;br /&gt;很多歌 我只想要为你唱起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2747788976934479923-3170705504488140605?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3170705504488140605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3170705504488140605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3170705504488140605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_24.html' title='伯牙绝弦 - 王力宏'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-7182743186602041208</id><published>2010-09-23T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T18:00:01.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>十指紧扣</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="color: black; font-family: SimSun; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;昨天在商场里，走着走着，看见一对十指紧扣的夫妇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="color: black; font-family: SimSun; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;（不一定是夫妇，可能是伴侣，哈哈理他呢，我一厢情愿的认定他们是夫妇）。年轻的恩爱情侣或夫妇牵手逛街再普通不过了。可是这一对夫妇却有一定年纪了哦。孩子应该都长大了吧（如果有孩子啦）。两人不只牵手，而且是十指紧紧扣着彼此在大庭广众之下逛街！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="color: black; font-family: SimSun; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;想想如果我的父母还在一起，他们有没有这个福分十指紧扣地走在街上。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="color: black; font-family: SimSun; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;很多上了年纪的夫妇，大多觉得老夫老妻了，这样扭扭捏捏的牵手，好像太难看了，十指紧扣更加奇怪。不过要知道，成为夫妇度过数十载可不简单。一路吵吵闹闹的，风雨共度，有一天，其中一半突然走了，十指紧扣就遥不可及。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="color: black; font-family: SimSun; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;我的外婆去世的早，如今落单的外公只能&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: SimSun; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;/&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;会不会常常怀念外婆还在的时光。看他一个人煮饭用餐，一个人看电视节目等。外婆在世时，小舅和小姨还没嫁娶。每个周末和过节，已经嫁的娶的都携带家眷回到外婆家聚餐，好不热闹。可是，外婆一走了，我们的中心也曲终人散，只能怀念那段时光。加上小舅和小姨各有家室，也已搬离外公家，他老人家更显寂寞。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="color: black; font-family: SimSun; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;所以啊，十指紧扣不是人人可以拥有的。即使牵手了，共度了，这十指紧扣的福分还是仅有的。&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/2747788976934479923-7182743186602041208?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7182743186602041208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/7182743186602041208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/7182743186602041208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_23.html' title='十指紧扣'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-3119185666115328150</id><published>2010-09-08T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:05:38.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dear friends and people I met in Ukraine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I visited to EXPO at Shanghai. The first thing I looked into the map is to search for UKRAINE pavilion. It is my most wanted to visit pavilion. I wanted to see what amazing stuff has been brought across the ocean by Ukraine to China. Your creativities marked deeply in my mind during my visit to Ukraine, and I couldn't wait to find Ukraine pictures, shapes, people, songs and others in the pavilion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Finally, I saw it. Just like what I've had in my mind, the geometrical pictures, yin yang, woods, traditional clothes and food - borsch. It was a revision of what I've experienced last few years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Nothing like the EXPO in Shanghai, has called all the memories back into my mind. People that I met, things I've done, sadness and happiness that I've gone through all these years ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Miss you all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-3119185666115328150?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3119185666115328150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后，公主和王子结婚了。然后，他们永远幸福的生活在城堡里。这是故事最好的结局吗？我们永远看不到公主和王子为了每天过着幸福的日子在背后的付出和牺牲。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-7136911714046737788?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7136911714046737788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/7136911714046737788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/7136911714046737788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;我觉得幸福一直存在我们的周围，只是每一个人的定义不一样。所以有一些人当下就感受到，有一些则要等待。幸福最总还是会出现的，不过这过程的辛酸浪漫只有自己知道。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后，在谷歌if的当儿，出现了另外两首我已经遗忘了很久的歌。那就是莫文蔚的if和coldplay的what if。&lt;br /&gt;莫文蔚的歌曾经让我一度着迷。尤其是爱的专辑。我的心为这首歌的歌词深深震撼着。刚刚才发现她的if是求婚事务所的一首插曲 （求婚是我曾经喜欢的一套偶像剧-少有的实际且浪漫）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们学会很多说法来掩饰不碰的伤疤。（爱）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是啊，我发现我总会在喜欢的人面前特别沉默。再不然，当他和我说话时，我不会直接表达心里的话。这些习惯，是从小长年累月养成的。发现这个问题后，我开始注意自己什么时候会这样，然后不断提醒自己，开始坦诚的表达自己，重新培养习惯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one by one the stars would all go out, and you and I would simply fly away. (if)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们都知道出生是为了学习死亡。死亡是定数，未来是不定数。这是我的一位学长告诉我的。以前的我不明白这个意思，觉得他很悲观 （怎么人生在世是为了死亡呢？）。可是，看他一路走来非常积极，他不像是悲观的人。他一直都是活在现在的人。如今，我渐渐明白，他只是看到了活在当儿的每一个可能性，可以造就未来那无限的可能。死亡并不可怕，可怕的是来不及在死亡前珍惜这一切。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再Google下去，发现这首歌的原唱者是DavidGates, 一个活跃在60或70年代的歌手，专唱写情歌。有待发掘。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if, 哈这真是一个很巧妙的词。每一天我们都在用如果来衡量事情的可能性。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我该付出吗，如果他不爱我怎么办？&lt;br /&gt;我该出国吗，如果不够钱怎么办？&lt;br /&gt;我该离开吗，如果离开后更糟呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you should decide &lt;br /&gt;That you don't want me there by your side &lt;br /&gt;That you don't want me there in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;但是要知道&lt;/div&gt;Every step that you take &lt;br /&gt;Could be your biggest mistake &lt;br /&gt;It could bend and it could break &lt;br /&gt;Well that's the risk that you take &lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's try &lt;br /&gt;Let's take a breath, jump over the side &lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;人还是应该要有一点点的勇气。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-8085564028175809619?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8085564028175809619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/06/if_10.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/8085564028175809619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/8085564028175809619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/06/if_10.html' title='if 的组曲 - 述'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-558348477755031629</id><published>2010-06-07T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:40:45.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if 的组曲</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FdD6RMICpfg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FdD6RMICpfg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dlsntR289Ac&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dlsntR289Ac&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7VmnaqTM0g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7VmnaqTM0g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-558348477755031629?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/558348477755031629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/06/if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/558348477755031629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/558348477755031629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/06/if.html' title='if 的组曲'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-9182622161479048668</id><published>2010-06-07T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:37:29.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remembrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to use this page, to remember the pop artist that I like the most. My memories will fade one day. The songs will not. It will be played by the radio channel, 90 hits, millennium hits, just like today, I was listening 80 hits from the radio channel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;张学友 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;光良品冠 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;齐豫Chyi &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;王菲Faye Wong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;五月天May Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;莫文蔚Karen &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;陈绮贞 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alanis Morisette&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Corrs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;James Blunt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cold Play&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;These are the artists who I'm able to recall now. 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type='html'>这几天我的心情异常的高昂！或许是因为准备了两个月的活动，终于在昨天圆满结束了！也或许是那一群给我带来欢乐的朋友们，还是那一次的外游，那一顿快乐的晚餐，那张好好听的专辑，那间酒店舒服的床，那扇看见双峰塔的窗口……一切的一切，真的很欣喜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这活动曾经让无数的人困扰。没想到在准备过程中那些曾令我们生气和不满的事，竟在昨天的晚上8时像烟缕散去了。只留下甜蜜的回忆和无限的满足感！非常感谢大家把这个本来只是几张纸的计划实现了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也要感谢我的一个朋友。谢谢她这两晚让我寄宿在她的房间里。感谢她让我免去了来回的时间，让我有更多的睡眠！！所以现在我才能在家里有精神的完成今天想完成的事，呵呵包括写部落格。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有其他让我继续心情高昂的朋友们，谢谢你们！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-1114174115647886546?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1114174115647886546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>发现自己还真笨，让这些色情网站有机会侵入自己的部落格。刚刚才发现这些莫名留言在我部落格的人，原来是色情网站的傀儡。怪不得当我进入他们的部落格根本找不到他们任何的背景。这些挂名的blogger成员，你想被人诅咒吗？！！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这些留言的尾端都有很长的省略号。如果不将滑鼠溜到这省略号，根本不会发现这省略号可以链接色情网站。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我警告你们，别再在我这里留言什么的！！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-6322332381884566748?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6322332381884566748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/6322332381884566748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;爱一个人并不难，接受也不难。如果真的爱上了，什么都变渺小了。怎么会难呢？怎么会在乎呢？&lt;br /&gt;然后一直在笑自己傻，怎么为自己设限呢？ &lt;br /&gt;今天领悟了。爱是无界的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-7549950134244724701?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7549950134244724701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/7549950134244724701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/7549950134244724701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_31.html' title='学会了'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-6726572712711458352</id><published>2010-05-28T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T15:55:02.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一定要在往生前做的事</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;考OWD （2008 -Lang Tengah）&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;到欧洲 （2006-东欧）&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;和不同文化的朋友做交流 （2006-AIESEC programme）&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;拥有一辆车 （2006）&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;拥有一个房子 （2010）&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;不在计划里的行程-台北 （2008），北京巴厘岛越南（2009）&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;考advance diving &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;要到sipadan潜水&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;爬kinabalu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;要在sarawak的长屋生活一个星期&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;要到greenland/iceland 看北极光&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;要到马丘比丘&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;要体验笨猪跳&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;要到st. petersburg 和 莫斯科&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;和妈妈到捷克旅行&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;在沙漠/（埃及）骑骆驼&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;学骑马&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;住在城堡里&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;看Stonehenge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;考钢琴表演文凭&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;在表演会演奏&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;到纽西兰去看LOTR的拍摄景区&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;在Fiji的海边畅游&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;在公众场合发表意见&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;换钢琴&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;考IELTS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;读法语和日语&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;到英国/日本京都留学&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;去美国的california&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;去法国的薰衣草庄园工作&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;拥有一间店屋&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;到意大利和罗马&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;去希腊体验希腊神话&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;画水彩画，做陶土&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;读master in business administration&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;抛开什么对我最好的（理智），选读想读的 如master in international relations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;在Morocco当义工 （3个月）&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;在summer 结束前到ukraine，在山上露营，和朋友喝酒聊天跳舞&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;乔正牙齿&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;祛除黑斑，毛孔问题 （哈）&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;到巴西参加嘉年华&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;户外写生 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-6726572712711458352?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6726572712711458352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/6726572712711458352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/6726572712711458352'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;当你放工回家后，有妈妈为你煮的美味晚餐。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;当你很想吃一道菜，有人为你烹煮。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;当你心情不好，有兄弟姐妹给你发脾气，&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;当你在工作上受气时，有家人听你发牢骚。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;当你被欺负时，有家人挺你。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;当你找不到朋友看电影时，有妹妹陪你看。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;当你想去户外活动，有朋友和你一起混。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;当你想去旅行时，朋友和家人供你选择。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;当你和父母牵着手散步在异地的绿荫小巷。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;当你想买衣服，打开钱包里头还有钱（虽然买了，可能下个星期没有钱看电影咯）&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-4437521031130842603?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4437521031130842603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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last week. Everyone was so excited about the balloting. Watching the people gave their ballots to the nominees and proposed a nomination, I couldn't stop myself from wondering the reason I attend the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the people who are newly nominated. What is the difference between these people sitting here and the people in the national election? Are they the people who really put effort to make a change in the community? Are they here to fight for their personal interests or the social welfare? Will they commit and contribute to the community? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed no matter on what cause we work on, we work for humanity, aren't we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balloting are just another comedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-8786690530613712725?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8786690530613712725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mind-is-on-leave-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/8786690530613712725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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可是在上网登入时才发现机票的时间不对。明明我订了最早的班机，变成了最晚的。天啊！怎么航空公司搞错了呢?赶快打了个电话向航空公司查个究竟并且要求更换机票。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;紧张，压力，疲累，愤怒。怎么这么麻烦啊？这些负面情绪反映在我说话的语气。当我坚持他们搞错了并且要他们更换机票时，这位接线员不但没有好好解释，反而像被欺负的猫一般，竖起了全身的毛，反击我说他们不可能搞错。我没有证据，无法证明是系统出错了。最后，因为更换机票的费用昂贵，我只好更改我的行程。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;盖上电话，在静下来的那一刻，心里冒出一道问题：怎么和这接线员对上了呢？其实他不必大声和我说话。然后，我想起了在书本里读到的一段故事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有个酒店接待员遇到了一个刁难他的房客。房客要求不可能的事，还责骂他办事不力。这接待员不但不生气，还慢慢解释。最后，这房客还是很不满的挥袖而去。他还是不生气。作者看到了，问他为什么不生气，还很有礼貌的接待房客。这接待员说：他一定是遇到了什么麻烦，心情受影响，所以才会这样。我不必为了他的事生气。我只要尽我的责任就好了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;转个头一想，这接线员一定受了很多顾客的气，以至于一被“针”刺到即刻喊疼。如果他能够像这接待员这样想，那么他就不会轻易让别人的情绪影响他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同时，这故事也提醒了我，不要把别人一时的生气放在心上。况且乘搭夜班机也不错啊！乘客少，机舱宽敞无比。不需要等厕所，也不必担心没地方存放手提行李。空中服务员的服务更周到。呵呵。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是凸槌状况接二连三的发生。首先，我带去的包裹超重，被罚了一百八十令吉。然后到达酒店后， 才发现带不够现金。好，就刷debit卡吧 （我唯一的卡）。哦糟，竟然不批！这是已经半夜1点钟。怎么办？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸好，载我来这儿的好人德士司机载我去提款。真的很感谢他！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于安顿下来，已是一时多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘿嘿，虽然刺激，可下一次的旅程，我一定会申请好一张信用卡的，以防万一。减少凸槌状况。&lt;div 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Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Kuching, Sarawak, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.530976 110.3442199</georss:point><georss:box>1.1877775 109.8773009 1.8741744999999999 110.8111389</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-8201554761163921916</id><published>2010-05-04T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:16:55.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>又一天</title><content type='html'>今天参加了一个讲座会——艾滋病毒和妇女。因为这讲座会的题材，又想了很多。&lt;br /&gt;包括为什么我在这里，为什么有非福利组织，年轻人真的需要帮助吗，他们真的是“大人”口中的迷途羔羊吗？还有，我真的在做对的事，而且做对了吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看到的，是一堆人，兴高采烈的围在一起讨论别人的事。难不成我们是一班多管闲事的三姑六婆？唯一和其他三姑六婆不一样的地方是我们用理智和学识在讨论别人的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么，改名字?因为性教育里有“性”这个不能说的字？&lt;br /&gt;什么，同性恋是社会问题？&lt;br /&gt;什么，年轻人可以分成两组？有性经验的，和无性经验的？&lt;br /&gt;哦，原来太早拍拖是错的？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;社会没有进步。科技如何发达，高楼建的再高，人啊，价值观和思考能力只有退步的份。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回头想想我的工作目的-难道是我的救难情操比较高？还是我比较单纯？难道我的心里太相信美好的事，还认为自己可以改变世界？哪怕是毫不起眼的改变，已足以满足我那不一样的虚荣心？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-8201554761163921916?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8201554761163921916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/8201554761163921916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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101.7389825</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-3488705407588639744</id><published>2010-05-03T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:10:42.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bukit tabur</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_1125349778"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1125349779"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1st May 2010 - Woke up early at 4.10am. Got a bottle of water, face towel and a pair of socks. Tipped down stairs and brought out my pair of sport shoes. Today was the day to "Bukit" Tabur, which I called it Bukit Melawati... yes, I thought it is a Bukit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove with my friend to Giant Melawati and met with some friends and then our hiking leader. Surprised to find out that many of his friends would be joining us. Arrived at the kaki of Bukit, the sky was still dark. Only few cars were there and we began our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, the bukit is not a bukit. It is a Gunung~ mountain!!!! Just done with quarter of quarter of the journey, I surrendered. This is the result of working too hard at work, but not at gunung!! Ms. Sok, you cheat us!! She asked us to join the outing, but.... did not tell us it is very challenging (esp. for those who do not work out usually). Moreover, she was late!!!! Ms. Sok, we all agree you will get it back from us in future (lol).&lt;br /&gt;Then, my friends and I took a rest and others continued their journey. Although we were bitten by mosquitoes, none of us was willing to move a step (sorry to my two other friends - they couldn't get to see the sun rise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Ms. Sok showed up with her FRIEND. Oh, I told you ma it's gunung!!! She said and continued the journey with her friend. We were still resting. Feed the mosquitoes with our fresh blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29vWBK2q9sw/S9uuAB0pjpI/AAAAAAAABAE/VOqj_fL2Kgk/s1600/photos%20278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29vWBK2q9sw/S9uuAB0pjpI/AAAAAAAABAE/VOqj_fL2Kgk/s400/photos%20278.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After half hour, we slowly climbed up and reached a platform where we could see the lake and mountain. The sky changed from black into purple, and then orange. The breeze blow. So refreshing and serene. I think the highest peak must be astonishing. I will have many !!!! marks if I really make it to the peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After enjoying the beauty of nature, we moved a little bit higher. Everything looks so small now. We tried to look for the further route to the highest peak. However, there was only a slander path which only allows us to climb like a spiderman. Without any assistance, we did not dare to try. (If the leader and others were still around, we could make it). So, we made our way back to our car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was just a short trip, I felt incredibly good. Wait for me, Bukit Tabur!! 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SimSun;"&gt;回到房间，放下书包，就和两位室友抬杠。再不然，跑到其他房间串门子。不知道，我的两位室友还记得第一次见面的时候吗？那时，我的家里出现问题。爸妈没有陪我到大学。可是，其他的同学都是父母陪同来的，只有我例外。我的好朋友和妹妹们陪我报到了。真的很开心有他们，不然，我也不知道该怎么办。这是我第一次住在家以外的地方。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;我记得第一次看见女人，还有&lt;/span&gt;mc&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;时，大家尴尬的打招呼（你们的家人都在啊）和自我介绍。我进来的迟（希望没记错吧），最后睡在上层。三人的房间，一张很长的书桌。我坐在她俩的中间。一起读书的时候，转左边会看见&lt;/span&gt;mc&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;，望右边看有女人。记得每次女人都要在傍晚睡个午觉。考试时，她读得很夜，功课也比我们繁重很多。而&lt;/span&gt;mc&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;——我的室友兼科友，她很勤力。我睡的时候，她还在夜读。早上我起身没多久，她也起身了。我的记忆里有她的笑容也有她哭泣的脸。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;第二年，我搬回家了。谢谢她们，还有其他的舍友。在我的大二和三，她们帮了我很多。如果不是他们，我很怀疑我会不会熬得下去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;这些日子，不会再回来。无论多怀念，它已经走远。在我的记忆还没有枯萎前，让我把它重温一遍，记录下来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/2747788976934479923-5447490666020897120?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5447490666020897120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/5447490666020897120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/5447490666020897120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;在工作上很精明，却不能把它运用在感情上。&lt;br /&gt;朋友说感情没有方程式。是啊，我说只能再接再厉，尝试，失败，再尝试。&lt;br /&gt;跌跌撞撞。&lt;br /&gt;在受了很多很多的伤后，才会找到天子。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-4968328445598915855?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4968328445598915855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/4968328445598915855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/4968328445598915855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Friends who know me, (my colleagues who work with me) why am I so hardworking? Yes, I admit, I work very hard and always focus on the work that I do. (I'm not sure whether I make them feel stress?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself, the same question. Why do I work so hard? Why do I focus so much on my job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back to the time when I was a tuition teacher. I felt lost all the time. I asked myself at the time: Do I want to be a tuition teacher for the rest of life? With my stamina, I can actually do a lot for the society to make changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can choose not to put things on myself. I can choose to have a simple and relaxing life. I can let go. But, when I let go, it means one and only one reason - I don't enjoy it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th next question that I asked myself: Do I merely love this job? I found that I'm just fine to get any job who allows me to make changes, regardless where and whom I served. Anyway, if this job does not seem interesting and challenging to me, I won't stay for long (despite all the tiny troublesome problems of system, I still see what I can do in the organization and for the community through the organization) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might say that I have no direction. Yes, I think it is (my colleagues/friends seem to know who they want to serve). I'm still in my way of searching and trying an error. However, the vision of standing at a high peak and overview what is lie ahead of me, keeps me moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question that I asked: Where I want to go? Currently, I'm on my way discovering how to manage an organization and projects in the most effective way with limited resources and creating impact. Sometimes, I wish I can work on one project - which I can use all my time to make the changes happen. Anyway, due to limited resources, all of us tend to multitasking. I know without working with my allies (my colleagues), I can't achieve my goal. (But, I also know that I can't stop them from growing and moving forward. So, I hope that they remember that they can always volunteer, no matter how busy they are) Maximize our time, please don't let "I don't have time" as a reason to stop you from doing more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I have run out from today's topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know why I work hard ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-8313850477418633718?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8313850477418633718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/04/ask-me-why-do-you-work-so-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/8313850477418633718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/8313850477418633718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/04/ask-me-why-do-you-work-so-hard.html' title='ask me: why do you work so hard?'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-8105176508603580478</id><published>2010-04-17T17:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:08:05.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>发现钢琴爵士的狂野</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://afreesingingvoice.com/piano_keys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://afreesingingvoice.com/piano_keys.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;现在才发现原来钢琴乐可以很狂野，混乱甚至叛逆，也可以很随性。恰恰符合了我的个性？喜欢王菲，不是巧合。因为他反映了我真正的自己。我就是那种任性又随行的人。如果不是环境要我更正常一些，更沉稳和整齐一些，我不会有束缚自己的感觉。而今天的我爱上了叛逆的爵士。这样的音乐正是小时候，我最常做的随行弹奏。可，我从来没发现这是一种爵士。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很喜欢WVC Trio 的爵士，特别是钢琴。他的琴声充满了热情，非常活泼。轻而易举的，他俘虏了我的耳朵。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢我的战友，在我被压力压垮的时候，拉了我一把。还把这令人愉悦的乐团介绍了给我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://taychersiang.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://taychersiang.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-8105176508603580478?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8105176508603580478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/8105176508603580478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/8105176508603580478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='发现钢琴爵士的狂野'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-3318165334333322205</id><published>2010-04-15T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:28:35.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='心魔'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>At the End of Day Break 心魔</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The movie's plot is not new to me. We can't deny that some young people have had sex, regardless their background, ethnic etc. The story is so close to my heart, as I have learned and seen it when I was a Community Education Officer in FRHAM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtime.com/movie/111777/"&gt;http://www.mtime.com/movie/111777/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; The soundtracks of the movie is kind of surprise for me. There were my favourites and among the songs, there is my favourite singer, Faye Wong. "暗涌" was played when the girl was riding the motorbike with her boy friend. She looked so empty, as if her life is not worth to continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&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/2747788976934479923-3318165334333322205?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3318165334333322205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/04/at-end-of-day-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3318165334333322205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3318165334333322205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/04/at-end-of-day-break.html' title='At the End of Day Break 心魔'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-6448674082827589680</id><published>2010-04-15T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:45:37.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teenage pregnancy (1)</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wonder why people like to link teenage pregnancy to abortion. Just like the article that I read on a newspaper. There was a photo of people demonstrating against legalizing abortion in a country, indeed the article was about teenage pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo distracted our focus from the root cause of teenage pregnancy. Pictures speak. For those who like to read the header and pictures, most probably will link the header with pictures. What if, these people do not know the overall context of teenage pregnancy. Will they perceive these two issues as one cause of another? Especially when these two issues are generally perceived as sin and moral deterioration in Malaysia society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage pregnancy is pregnancy of young women and girls (10-24 years old). In Malaysia context, teenage pregnancy usually relates to pregnancy out of wedlock. Instead of emphasizing the marital status, I like it to be named as unintended pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is unintended Pregnancy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-6448674082827589680?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6448674082827589680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/04/teenage-pregnancy-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/6448674082827589680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/6448674082827589680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/04/teenage-pregnancy-1.html' title='teenage pregnancy (1)'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-7151896766825235914</id><published>2010-03-22T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:35:25.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rain drops and the bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29vWBK2q9sw/S6BXl2VVlNI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ik5Suvgn6x8/s1600-h/January+078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29vWBK2q9sw/S6BXl2VVlNI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ik5Suvgn6x8/s640/January+078.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday I came across a short article "Working on a Dream". DREAM, a powerful word. When I think about it, I always imagine myself standing on a mountain cliff and there is a wide green field ahead of me with blue clear sky. I can see everything even the tiniest lifeless objects.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The path to my dream was supposed to be a map of directions, and always well-known by me. Realities, however, keep me in a routine. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm really working towards my dream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Am I on the right track? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Looked out from the car, the rain drops curtained the bridge and the top of the bridge was almost invisible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-7151896766825235914?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7151896766825235914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/03/rain-drops-and-bridge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/7151896766825235914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/7151896766825235914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/03/rain-drops-and-bridge.html' title='the rain drops and the bridge'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29vWBK2q9sw/S6BXl2VVlNI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ik5Suvgn6x8/s72-c/January+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-2464020302781688687</id><published>2010-03-16T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:13:46.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>拥有爱，在被伤害过，又伤害过别人后。</title><content type='html'>读着陶晶莹的《我爱故我在》。她说她和老公最终会在一起是因为大家都曾被伤害，也曾伤害过别人。大家经历这一切后，学会了珍惜。然后恰巧遇见了对方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是啊，两个人的相遇，能不能冒出火花，能不能相知相惜，本身就是一个奇迹。天时地利人和，缺一不可。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多年以前，总觉得会有很多明天。年轻的岁月似乎没有尽头。永远不怕迟，也不怕老（笑）。可是，总不明白有些人离开了我的人生，是真的永远失去了。太相信这些人只是我生命的过客，从不相信他们会留下。即使不留下，我的人生也会有其他精彩的人和物。不相信-根据万物吸引力，最终他们都没有留下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;正如陶晶莹说的，在感情上，寻寻觅觅。我伤害了无数人，也被无数人伤害过。这样的情节断断续续。直到我愿意学会珍惜拥抱“拥有”，而那个也愿意珍惜和拥抱的人遇见我后，我们才会拥有彼此。这时的我们才会更了解彼此的重要性和彼此的需要，更无怨无悔的在一起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个人经历这些阶段的时间不一样，所以要慢慢熬。虽然你很想他是你的那个人，偏偏他却不在你的阶段，看不见你。即使看见了，他可能想着未来的另一个他/她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（这次，如果我遇见了他，我希望他也遇见了。）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-2464020302781688687?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2464020302781688687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/2464020302781688687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/2464020302781688687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='拥有爱，在被伤害过，又伤害过别人后。'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-3293871675804644215</id><published>2010-03-10T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:29:27.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>International Women's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;International Women's Day reminds me on friends I met in Ukraine. I remembered, I was wished by some friends, especially guys from Ukraine during the International Women's Day. It was awkward, yes, it was!! Because I have never been greeted by anyone in Malaysia on this day!!! I've never been appreciated as a woman (erm, born as a woman), nor I deserved to be greeted as a woman! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When they greeted me, "Happy Women's Day!! Today's your day!!" I felt like it was my 2nd birthday!! I was so amazingly happy at that time. I felt great to be a woman.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But, it is completely different back in Malaysia. Yeah, some events were held to celebrate the day and relevant articles were published on the newspapers. All these did not mean to most of the Malaysian. It was just a day to have fun, or some discussions, like any other celebrations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We do not take any concrete actions, do we? I asked myself after attended yesterday seminar "Paving the Way Forward for Equal Opportunities in High Level Decision Making".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Have we achieved gender equality?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Have all Malaysian known about gender?" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Is gender only about empowering women?" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"What have been done all these years by us to achieve gender equality?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One man/officer (maybe he is a civil servant, the seminar was participated by mainly government agencies and some NGOs) asked during the seminar, "If the quota to ensure women's participation was implemented across all sectors, how about defense and armed force? Women do not have strength and these sectors, need a lot of strength, e.g. like fight with terrorist. I think the quota can only be implemented in certain sectors." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The thought of being equal is still not understood by the people here (is it on biological equal?). We are still lagging behind on the gender education. Can we talk about legislative change and policy supports, if the&amp;nbsp; civilians were not equipped with knowledge on gender or aware about gender? How do we fight for gender equality if we do not realize there is gender inequality in our society? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The ratio of women graduated from diploma and degree is far more higher than man. Half of the labour force of Malaysia is women. However, only half is employed (where is another halve?) and most of them in executive level. Why are they not in the senior management? The main reasons are long working hour, and low in flexibility. Women are carer for children, family and old. They are exhausted to juggle between career and family. Thus, they make decision to quit one, and always it will be her career. (Why women have to make the selection?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Norway government shared their experiences with us. The people there have very tight families ties, just like us here. Based on the research findings, they realize the change must formed under their culture and family values. Both men and women are educated to share responsibilities on taking care of children, family and old. The men also deserve to grow up with their children and have some time with their families. So, how did the government make it? Fathers are entitled to mandatory paternal leave. They must take leave from the jobs to accompany their families. In this period of time, women are working. It is such a brilliant idea to complement each other.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Norway government uses legislative power to form policies in supporting the change. Someone commented, "Is that necessary? The legislative power is to regulate...changes should come from heart." In one of the presentation, it said, without legislative power and policies, the increase of women in high level of decision making to a satisfactory level will be achieved after a century. Gosh, that's really slow!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The legislative power will support the changes for a period of time while the education on gender will be effective and create permanent changes. So, I concluded that both work well in parallel to complete the process.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Norway has had used 40 years to achieve low gender gap index. When are we going to start ours?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;Until the day, where we sincerely greets each other "Happy Women's day!", the reformation for the good of family and community still goes on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-3293871675804644215?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3293871675804644215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/03/international-womens-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3293871675804644215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3293871675804644215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/03/international-womens-day.html' title='International Women&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-277494207266362320</id><published>2010-02-28T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T02:45:41.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>周王梦蝶，还是蝶梦周王</title><content type='html'>我的梦中有很多人，很多颜色，但只有一架升降梯。&lt;br /&gt;我们在这升降梯的前面，都在等着。&lt;br /&gt;等了许久，来了。&lt;br /&gt;当升降梯的门打开后，却没有人愿意踏进去。每个人左顾右盼，我觉得很奇怪：为什么大家都不进去呢？我心里存有疑问，也不敢踏进去。&lt;br /&gt;突然，一个人走进去。门关了，指示灯标示着19楼。哦，原来这里这么高！&lt;br /&gt;这时，大家开始议论。好勇敢啊，他们说。&lt;br /&gt;我问他们：到底怎么一回事？他们说：谁先进去谁先死，然后我们才可以……仿佛是必须有人牺牲，大家才可以到达目的地。&lt;br /&gt;到底他/她知道吗？&lt;br /&gt;话才刚说完，升降梯像断了线的风筝，从19楼往下坠。天啊，他不就摔死吗？我很着急。&lt;br /&gt;这时，我在心里开始默念：不要掉下来不要死！！！！！一次比一次快，心一次比一次纠结。好像在和它赛跑。突然，周围的景色开始旋转，像物星转移。我置身在七彩颜色的漩涡中，煞是漂亮。&lt;br /&gt;那一瞬间，一切停顿，然后恢复正常。&lt;br /&gt;升降梯的门打开，那个人走出来。安全了，我想。&lt;br /&gt;此刻，所有的人若无其事的走进升降梯，好像没发生任何事一般。&lt;br /&gt;升降梯的梯绳没断，里面的那个人没从19楼掉下来。&lt;br /&gt;我从梦中清醒了，得到了难于言寓的真理。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（坚持一件事，努力不懈的完成，而且坚信会成功，那过程将如七彩的颜色令人非常愉快）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-277494207266362320?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/277494207266362320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_28.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/277494207266362320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/277494207266362320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_28.html' title='周王梦蝶，还是蝶梦周王'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-2369629405646690126</id><published>2010-02-23T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:12:41.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>回到过去</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8sVurApGKs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8sVurApGKs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;時間它像是河流&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;慢慢的輕輕推送&lt;div&gt;有時候像是漩渦&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;很難靜止而不動&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;開心的&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;傷心的&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;一輩子&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;能改變什麼&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;能相信什麼&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;游走在夢的盡頭&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;也常常不時回首&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;人與人擦身交錯&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;誰停留誰又遠走&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我曾經犯的錯&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;我曾經留下的遺憾&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;就讓它去吧&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如果想要回到那過去&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但是你我之間存在遙遠的距離&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;試圖去彌補破碎的縫隙&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我學著不放棄&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;願你牢記我曾經愛過你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;因為有你我才會相信愛情&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;關於過去的事就藏心底&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;未來依舊有你的回憶&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;游走在夢的盡頭&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;也常常不時回首&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;人與人擦身交錯&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;誰停留誰又遠走&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我曾經犯的錯&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;我曾經留下的遺憾&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;就讓它去吧&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如果想要回到那過去&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但是你我之間存在遙遠的距離&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;試圖去彌補破碎的縫隙&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我學著不放棄&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;願你牢記我曾經愛過你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;因為有你我才會相信愛情&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;關於過去的事就藏心底&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;未來依舊有你的回憶&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;試圖去彌補破碎的縫隙&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我學著不放棄&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;願你牢記我曾經愛過你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;因為有你我才會相信愛情&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;關於過去的事就藏心底&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;未來依舊有你的回憶&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;未來依舊有你的回憶~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-2369629405646690126?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2369629405646690126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/2369629405646690126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/2369629405646690126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_23.html' title='回到过去'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-3324356457278768997</id><published>2010-02-03T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:22:46.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>写写</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;经过你的窗 你眺望天&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;我问你可以进来吗 你微笑 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;逃开是多么容易的事&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;只要不开口&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29vWBK2q9sw/S2lAA8inFaI/AAAAAAAAA_s/uxZJnvlMkEo/s1600-h/Freestyle+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29vWBK2q9sw/S2lAA8inFaI/AAAAAAAAA_s/uxZJnvlMkEo/s400/Freestyle+011.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;又看见你 眺望天&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;你微笑 看着我走进来&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;不语让我更加迷惘&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;向前 不见了 留下雨 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-3324356457278768997?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3324356457278768997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3324356457278768997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/3324356457278768997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_03.html' title='写写'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29vWBK2q9sw/S2lAA8inFaI/AAAAAAAAA_s/uxZJnvlMkEo/s72-c/Freestyle+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-2008101419492679398</id><published>2010-02-03T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:00:28.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>放下</title><content type='html'>两个月前，我是这么想的 :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天和今天，我在公司很努力地准备这几天我需要帮忙的活动。当然我公司的trainingofficer，她更努力-因为真的真的有很多的工作。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友说:可不可以不负责任，或不这么负责任。可，每一次，当自己这么想时，最后还是选择了负责（我想公司的officers都这么想:D)。负责任吗，那么才可以担更重大的责任，才可以成功。因为成功不会从天而降。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一些不好的记忆，它会永远留在心里。一朝被蛇咬，十年怕草绳。当你做着同样的一件事，难免会忆起那时不好的感受，即使那个造案者已经不在了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，我想：把所有的过去放下，我才能向前迈进。接受那些错的，懊悔的，遗弃的，失落的等等，我会更有勇气面对现在。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-2008101419492679398?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2008101419492679398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/2008101419492679398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/2008101419492679398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='放下'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-5156916308439482057</id><published>2010-02-03T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:52:38.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>a chat</title><content type='html'>It was a chat few months back. I was out station at Kuala Terengganu. Chatting with friends about over population and the resources shortage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many children you want?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;One said 2 and another said 3. Why?&lt;br /&gt;To secure the generation.&lt;br /&gt;"But, you know that our earth is over population." I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but why you don't want to have children?" They said.&lt;br /&gt;"Why can't we adopt?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not your own.." "Is different."&lt;br /&gt;"There are a lot of orphans out there waiting for adoption."&lt;br /&gt;...... (I forgot what they said:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the interesting chat is like above, maybe not similar, but close to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me if I want my children. I always tell no, but who knows. In my heart, Que Sera Sera......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZbKHDPPrrc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZbKHDPPrrc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-5156916308439482057?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5156916308439482057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/02/chat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/5156916308439482057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/5156916308439482057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/02/chat.html' title='a chat'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-1433149551505052953</id><published>2010-02-02T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:13:32.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c9/9posterfinal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c9/9posterfinal.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ately I watched few movies that talk about weaknesses of human. I was upset by the truth (which I already knew it ) revealed by the movies. Although it had been revised in many movies, I still down for a few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Surrogates and 9 are two movies that talked about human living in robots. Surrogates shows us the weaknesses of human in accepting the truth and dealing with the real world, while the latter&amp;nbsp;is a very special yet simple anime which is a story on a war between robots and human. When all life forms extinct, these little robots which were built with human soul seek the truth and demolish the evil source of war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We&amp;nbsp;can live in a robot which protects us from all kinds of harms and dangers. Hiding behind the screen and becoming the person that we desire or creating a robot with human soul.&amp;nbsp;But, we are human. We don't&amp;nbsp;change, no matter in what life form. In a life of a robot, we continue to&amp;nbsp;take for granted. Robots&amp;nbsp;smoke, take drugs, cheat and play like a fool. As a robot, we are still chased by the fear of losing (power, money and life). We live in regrets on what we've done. We try to turn it back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;All of all, we are human. I am human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-1433149551505052953?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1433149551505052953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/02/humane.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/1433149551505052953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/1433149551505052953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/02/humane.html' title='Humane'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-2354543801135328981</id><published>2010-01-25T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:56:19.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reply to An Article</title><content type='html'>I read your article recently. You talked about the limitation of openness, mainly pointed to the news on the marriage of a Mak Nyah to a guy in British. You made such an irresponsible comment on the news without telling people the overall picture of various issues that haunted Mak Nyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are forced to stigmatize them (even you don't want to) because they had contributed to the sex industries. But, you did not talk about on how some of us do not treat them equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, religion says that every 2 become 1 is to produce offspring. You said they failed to fulfill the "rules" set by God.&amp;nbsp;However, we as human, do not have the right to interpret the God says and condemn another human. We cannot act like a God to judge whether the man (in this case, Mak Nyah) is doing right or wrong. Just because you think that they failed to fulfill the "rules", does that mean Mak Nyah do not deserve a life which loves by God and people? All religion teach us to love and accept. Why are we not loving and accepting them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said it is unfair on blaming God for making them a woman trapped in a man's body because human are given the cognitive ability to differentiate good and bad (which I believe Mak Nyah did not blame God, they just express what they feel in words for us the "normal people" to understand). Yes, if you believe in God (and I try to believe there is God, if there is) God creates human, Mak Nyah are the creation of God too including their feeling and behaviours. God is a perfectionist (or creator is a perfectionist, I believe so as I see it in our body systems and brain structures - from every angle of science) who makes each of us special and unique in many different ways and thoughts. Why can't we accept the diversify of human beings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also said that from the health perspectives, one of the routes of HIV transmission that causes AIDS is the relationship like this (Men to Men). Oh, I'm sorry dear. Did you read and think properly? From the health perspectives, all the routes of HIV transmission are related to human behaviours. It's not who we are, but what we do. I can identify myself as heterosexual, and have sex without protection (or have sex with many guys without protection) - would I immune to the HIV infection because I'm a heterosexual? (Please don't tell me - why can't you be faithful to one? Again, you are using your moral values to impose on me. Now, it is my attitude problem......) I'm a Mak Nyah, and I have only one sex partner which is my Husband, I live healthily and I pray and practice religiously, I use condom as protection - would I definitely get infected with HIV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, my friend asked me not to be angry with you, as it is one of the beauties of diversity in thoughts. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-2354543801135328981?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2354543801135328981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/01/reply-to-article.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/2354543801135328981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/2354543801135328981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/01/reply-to-article.html' title='A Reply to An Article'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-683203664843401985</id><published>2010-01-24T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:31:08.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>失落</title><content type='html'>听着徐佳莹的失落沙洲。我正在为我的工作感到失落。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天和朋友愤愤不平的抱怨公司对员工的不平等对待。今天从怡保回来，一直在想着：难道是自己太计较了？为什么这么想呢？因为啊，他们宁愿大老远的浪费时间坐火车来到我住的地方和我集合，也不愿舒舒服服让司机去载。这样做，对一个上了年纪的人来说很幸苦吧！不过，想深一层，又觉得如果因为我会驾车，且愿意驾长途车，而宁愿让我做司机省下那笔钱——对我来说又公平吗？有时候，我觉得：那是take for granted。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牺牲我的休息日，难道我只是为了充当司机？我不见得我有多重要。这样的组织，把不该省得省下来，该坚持的却不坚持。有时候，我真怀疑：正真judgmental的，bias的可能是我们。还有那可恶的双重标准害惨了我们。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;正真蒙蔽我们的双眼的是我们的知识。我们那盛满的水，让我们不能前进。看不清事情的经过，看不到真相，或者选择逃避。现在的我心里真的真的很失落。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好伤心......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-683203664843401985?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/683203664843401985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/683203664843401985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/683203664843401985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_24.html' title='失落'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-4550034008208178543</id><published>2010-01-21T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:56:30.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays with Morrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;重新读了一遍，有更深的领悟。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;主角经历过的和做的事怎么和我的这么像？人生在转弯处，所做的决定，往往不一定是最好的，最对的。可是，那是当时的感受和领悟啊，怎么可以否定那时所做出的努力，还有得到的收获？最重要的是，今天我愿意改变。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;原来我要学习的还有很多。包括如何去爱？如何&lt;b&gt;接受爱&lt;/b&gt;？（很可笑，这是我最怕的-仿佛这样做，我就会变弱。近来我才学会，那是一种幸福。xx）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;如何和人建立关系？（对别人的事都没有知道的欲望-淡淡的像水一样不好吗?不过，漠视人和人之间的感情和交涉，真的不应该。）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;如何接受死亡？(和朋友突然谈到如果父母往生了，要不要在家里按牌位？？其实，我呆了一会儿。）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;还有如何活在当下？因为活在当下的这个信念，最近在做每一个决定前，我都挣扎在“渴望”和“需要”中。要如何把活在当下的决定和未来连成一线（今天所做的决定可是会影响未来啊。所以，如何拿捏也是一门学问啊。） &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;至于宽恕别人，也宽恕自己。我正在学习呢。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;婚姻和爱的延续，哈，这更妙-让我学会如何爱吧，也如何被爱，给我勇气去建立一个幸福的家。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;有一天，朋友问起我想要什么（人生）？我的目标是什么？我已经达成了呀-车，屋子，旅欧。“怎么这么物质啊？”&amp;nbsp; 有嘛？很难和这朋友解释，我所经历的事像噩梦般缠着我几年了。现在回想，一切噩梦已经远走。我已经熬过了。有了这些车啊，屋子啊，我可以安心的做我想做的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;就这样，我才进了福利组织。与其盲目的工作，只为了钱，不如做一份可以贡献社会福利，又可以让自己满足并且生活的工作。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;虽然钱不够用，甚至没有一丝存款一直是我的隐忧。如果你也经历过经济拮据的日子，被迫干你不喜欢的事，还要放弃你的信念才能熬下去。你就会明白我怕的是什么。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;无论如何，告诉自己：我要活在当下，珍惜眼前的人和事。 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747788976934479923-4550034008208178543?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4550034008208178543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesdays-with-morrie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/4550034008208178543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/4550034008208178543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesdays-with-morrie.html' title='Tuesdays with Morrie'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747788976934479923.post-4489192986989701278</id><published>2010-01-13T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:05:32.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AVATAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.areapal.com/rapo/images//rapo/rapoPhoto/407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.areapal.com/rapo/images//rapo/rapoPhoto/407.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;去&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;看了3D的AVATAR，果然没令人失望。看多一次，又被&lt;b&gt;某些&lt;/b&gt;情节重新震撼一次。基本上他还是一套很美国主意的电影，而且故事情节抄袭了太多我非常熟悉并且喜爱的动画。没有为我带来太大的惊喜。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;当男主角一脸沾沾自喜的，开心自己没有被像狗的狼吃掉（或朋友说的像豹的动物)，女主角却在哀悼那死去的动物。他，只看到眼前的危险，而且绝对的，只对当时发生的事作出反应。完全没有想到那些逝去的也是生命。他高兴得救了，更高兴的是遇见一个可以和他沟通的（或许可以），或看起来有点亲切感的生物。得意忘形的谢谢她～Neytiiri说：that's SAD。一句话就说到我的心坎里。是啊，那是伤心，是生命的消失。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;人类常常只看到眼前的事和物，要多久才能学会生命的珍贵？我们的生命是如此短暂，和其他存在在这宇宙的物体，我们微不足道。如果我们学会珍惜，一切就变得不一样了-我们会爱所有的人，只对他们说温柔的话。随时珍惜相遇和相处的感觉。因为，时间不会停留。今天我认识了你，和你说话，旅行，喝杯咖啡。明天你我继续往自己的旅途前去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;（谁会为谁留下？我的自由就是给你自由。）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;记得Neytiri那撕心裂肺的哭声（朋友说听起来不像人的哭声），还有当她知道被背叛后的那个充满憎恨的脸孔，我想：这族群啊，在还没认识人类以前，他们知道什么是憎恨吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;硝烟起，她看见她的族群死伤无数，自己的坐骑，其他无辜的生命逝去，她是什么感受？有没有后悔自己被仇恨蒙蔽了双眼，听了他的话以暴制暴？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;我想：即使他幻化成她的一分子，他还是人类。在遇到侵略时，也只会用人类的方法解决问题。发动战争，反抗到底，是为了自己的恨意，还是为了那族群？在另一个世界里，人类难道还是只会说terror for terror吗？&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/2747788976934479923-4489192986989701278?l=skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4489192986989701278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/4489192986989701278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747788976934479923/posts/default/4489192986989701278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skytchaikovsky.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar.html' title='AVATAR'/><author><name>Yen Sim Kuek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104880579177744922815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wqelp8c2sPI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABKE/ufWXn2bTx8A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
