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#38761d;"&gt;美容院？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;不好意思被人看见要害部位，还有就是在瑞士实在是太贵了，舍不得出手。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;于是自己在youtube和论坛上潜心研究...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;最后决定买博朗的手持式电动拔毛器。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;听别人说要洗完澡，比较不疼。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;如果自己能徒手把毛拔下来，那就能够忍受电动拔毛器。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;另外还有说如果在腿上实验，不疼的，那么基本腋下也不会疼。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;于是我就照他们说得办了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;每天早上洗完澡就会徒手拔几根毛练练胆子。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;小疼。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;于是胆子就那么练大了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;今天早上第一次尝试拔毛器。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;那声音好大呀，真得怪吓人得！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;在腿上真得没什么感觉，但是很明显能感觉到毛毛出来的一瞬间。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;然后又在手臂上尝试，比腿感觉更明显，但是都没到疼的范围。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;最后我高举手臂，开始正式处理腋下的杂草了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;$%?*%@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;amp;%&amp;amp;(?*)&amp;amp;*)??@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;*&amp;amp;()*_))_*(&amp;amp;?$#@$!%?*?&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;哎！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;虽然我已经做好非常疼的准备了，但是这个还是把我吓到了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;开始几根特别特别疼，还能看见拔出来的毛囊...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;怪吓人的！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;但是到后来就慢慢习惯了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;怎么说呢，是挺疼的，但是在能忍受的范围内！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;而且看见落在身上，水池上和地上的小毛毛，和原本覆盖小绒毛的地方光光的，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;还是很有成就感的！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;哎，现在想起来还有点后怕，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;当时我哪里来得那么大勇气啊！！！？？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;不过话说回来，3个礼拜后我还是会继续过一场得。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;女孩子就是爱美与自虐间摇摆得天平！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-2841733305862829272?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/2841733305862829272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=2841733305862829272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Then i was asking about his magic portion for being happy all the time and keeping sooo young at an age of 42..&lt;br /&gt;His answer makes me think of the book I read later laster year, about the universal law of attraction. They are all talking about how to not think too much but just do it! If it really belongs to the thing out of your control, then just let it go, and it is the universe's job to help you get it or have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so simple, but we hardly follow it in life, that is why most of us never get satisfied, and akways complaining with a looooong face..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, it was like when I think of it I feel awefully horrible for being like one of the long faces, but probably another week or two pass(es) I am back to the old point. Basically, the best solution for me is to srite this piece of paper hanging right in front of my nose once I wake up every morning..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 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House Warming party the night before yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;It is the first time I ever held some party at home. I was quite nervous, and I didn't even know what to start with...as the openning speech.. =S But it was very good party, Lydia got drunk, it was the first time ever I saw her being soo out-going!! =D She is getting more and more alike to 櫻桃小丸子！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/TLq9f_BkOBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qaoUv-6tNYg/s1600/%E6%A8%B1%E6%A1%83%E5%B0%8F%E4%B8%B8%E5%AD%90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/TLq9f_BkOBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qaoUv-6tNYg/s200/%E6%A8%B1%E6%A1%83%E5%B0%8F%E4%B8%B8%E5%AD%90.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;櫻桃小丸子＝Lydia??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Yoyo is in charge of all the cooking stuff and drinks. Thanks to his nice home-made cooking and extra service, we could have so much fun!!!^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Yesterday, we had dinner with Sunyoung in the nice restaurant 'Au Lavandou' near Carouge. Mediterranean food in a grey cold evening, not bad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;So, besides the 3000 meters thick clouds above the head, everything is under control here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Maybe I should get myself more prepared for the coming bloody cold &amp;amp; grey winter!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Wheuuooooow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Bisou!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Grande';"&gt;（哎呀還剩11年12年兩個機會能趕這麼特別的日子了...）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;姥姥派媽媽給他們買了戒指，新房也裝修佈置完畢了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;小閨女把之前的房子的事情瞭結了後，就先入住了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;明年年初他們辦完喜酒就正式過門了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;我也要爭取明年回去趕著喝喜酒。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;好久沒喝了，好讒那些好吃的東西啊！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;還可以穿漂亮衣服哈哈哈！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&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: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;哈哈哈哈！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;（我有點回歸小丸子MODE了...）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&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: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;我的弟弟們都比我早成家！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;我也不知道咋地，好像一直對結婚沒甚麼感覺。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;我是不是也應該給自己培養培養啊，要不然一輩子就這麼晃趟過了也不曉得。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&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: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;其實打心底我知道我是會結婚的，也是會生小孩子的。但是一落實到具體時間概念上，就覺得哎呀反正不是現在，還早呢！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&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: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;恩！！既然我心理年齡比較小，那就再看看再說吧，也別太急了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;反正我比較顯年輕，真正的生理年齡要到死掉後化驗牙齒和骨頭才知道的，所以不怕不怕。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;急甚麼！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&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: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;PS。我要打心底裡恭喜李博和小閨女！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;❤喜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;喜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/18255148-69461255298264073?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/69461255298264073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=69461255298264073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/69461255298264073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/69461255298264073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_10.html' title='喜喜正好赶上十十十！！'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-7869801420457742100</id><published>2010-10-09T12:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:09:43.804+02:00</updated><title type='text'>休息，休息</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;他背著大包小包終於來了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;這個就是大團圓啊？？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;之前經歷的辛苦都被直接忽略了，突然覺得好容易哦！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&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: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;其實也沒有啦，這一年的酸甜苦辣還是有滿滿幾水缸的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;只是具體甚麼樣，就我和他知道！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&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: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;他和我說吉浪同學（很久以前博客裡提到過，還有照片的某個ESC友人）在猶豫要不要和女朋友分手，因為她太不主動了太依賴他了... 哎呀，我暗想這類型應該滿受國內王老五們歡迎的，換在歐羅巴結果就被嫌棄了... 不知道是婦女解放運動的關係還是文化差異的關係，還是就只是高盧男和中華仔的關係。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&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: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;說點別的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&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: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;最近，日內瓦開始進入大霧天。這個就是落在阿爾卑斯和汝拉山脈當中的苦啊，兩座大山把雲都堵仔當中了，靠個大湖，“呼呼呼呼”，又灰又冷。用偶大大老闆的話說就是“大冰箱”效應...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&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: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;冷啊冷，灰啊灰...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&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: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;遠在祖國的爹娘傳來電郵說看新聞今年歐洲會遇到千年最冷的冬天！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;我要提前把暖氣開到最大，還要添置衣服褲子和裝備。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;哈哈哈，我愛shopping！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/18255148-7869801420457742100?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7869801420457742100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=7869801420457742100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/7869801420457742100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/7869801420457742100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='休息，休息'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-6858348970811078839</id><published>2010-09-12T20:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:40:27.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Environnement écologique: Sirop et tisane de sureau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Le sirop dans mon frigo est acheté parce que...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. jolie bouteille (un peu comme celle de vin blanc mais plus fin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. jolie design&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. très différent que les autres sirop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Miam miam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Un odeur très naturelle et agréable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donc, elle est dans mon frigo depuis un moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elle va bientôt être finie, et je pense à acheter l'autre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Et qu'est-ce que c'est ce sirop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elle est: &lt;a href="http://www.environnement-ecologique.org/2010/06/sireau-et-tisane-de-sureau.html"&gt;Sirop de sureau&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merci à &lt;a href="http://www.environnement-ecologique.org/"&gt;environnement ecologique&lt;/a&gt; . =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-6858348970811078839?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6858348970811078839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=6858348970811078839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/6858348970811078839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/6858348970811078839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2010/09/environnement-ecologique-sirop-et.html' title='Environnement écologique: Sirop et tisane de sureau'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-3734370887840621531</id><published>2010-09-12T14:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:58:43.124+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell the negative me!!^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/TIzLRB607aI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2GrQg8uT7FQ/s1600/IMG_0917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/TIzLRB607aI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2GrQg8uT7FQ/s400/IMG_0917.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516007137055403426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and we can go there...&lt;div&gt;..par avion..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..par avion..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that I cannot get the rhythm stop in my mind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was dancing to it at home alone, when I was eating the quiche, even got myself chocked.. but this still cannot eraser the bass the melody and 'paraviiiion' away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime it is just like this ehh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo, I am good. Cannot be any better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, thanks to the universal law of attraction, I am having an ideal job, away from the stress, complicated social &amp;amp; personal relations pollution. As a sacrifice, I am temporarily distant from my family, friend, yummy Chinese food and favorite activity as karaoke. Fair enough fair enough!! =D Oh!! Just wanna say 'Bon Courage!!' to all the fresh graduates for the job hunting and an adaption to the bloody hell society, including my boyfriend (yes, finally we didn't break up, even in the last post I was sooooo sad.. But you should know that I am super sensitive and was very negative at that moment, good for us ehh!!). =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo, I am happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. you see ehh, the grey clouds have been wiped away, but they probably will visit me now and then when the cold grey winter returns, in a couple of months (ou pas)!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS. you see my naughty part is back..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xD..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/18255148-3734370887840621531?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/3734370887840621531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=3734370887840621531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/3734370887840621531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/3734370887840621531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2010/09/farewell-negative-me.html' title='Farewell the negative me!!^'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/TIzLRB607aI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2GrQg8uT7FQ/s72-c/IMG_0917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-5509835346912105235</id><published>2010-02-03T13:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:15:56.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit sad..</title><content type='html'>So I heard his decision today, I think I am already prepared for what he was about to say, but still a bit frustrated and sad that after all these years, I am always light like a feather to him, and he even asked me if I was really serious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I was not serious at all after all these years; I was not serious at all after all of our efforts, I was not serious at all after all these decisions we've made together, I was not serious at all after all the harsh that we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soo tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have either been blind or lost half of my brain for so long....&lt;br /&gt;='\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-5509835346912105235?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5509835346912105235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=5509835346912105235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/5509835346912105235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/5509835346912105235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bit-sad.html' title='a little bit sad..'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-6512420699529688176</id><published>2010-02-01T13:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:01:37.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Wiping Day</title><content type='html'>The 1st Feb is a good day as all the stress mentioned in the previous thread have been kicked away, simply after a super long phone conversation with Jing, my best friend!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I just learn that sometimes we have to think for ourselves more, otherwise we will hurt outselves more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good lesson!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bixxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-6512420699529688176?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6512420699529688176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=6512420699529688176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/6512420699529688176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/6512420699529688176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2010/02/stress-wiping-day.html' title='Stress Wiping Day'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-3164857234501871984</id><published>2010-01-29T12:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:48:08.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful</title><content type='html'>It's aweful, I'm being pushed too hard by stress lately.&lt;br /&gt;Stress from F, stress from LT, stress from L, stress from R and J...&lt;br /&gt;I am breaking down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the "good life" is too far away from me, I cannot even believe or tell if it is approaching me or just playing another little game with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want everything to be simple for me.&lt;br /&gt;How can I concentrate myself purely on the things that I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed, stressed.. and I have to bear this alone, and telling myself to move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est pas facile, la vie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-3164857234501871984?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/3164857234501871984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=3164857234501871984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/3164857234501871984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/3164857234501871984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2010/01/stressful.html' title='Stressful'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-7160044239918529683</id><published>2010-01-24T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:11:41.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a little weekend back to early 90s</title><content type='html'>I went to a wedding Sat evening, the bride is the daughter of my parents' coworker, I had a wonderful time back to early 90s, finding back those familiar faces (other coworkers of my parents). My parents were very busy when I was little, I was always taken to where they worked (they used to work together) after school. The interesting part is that those faces are either little bit fatter or little bit skinner.. xD You know you can really tell the time has carved their faces. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, I met Jennie in a nearby starbucks, and it is the 1st time after 4 years!!!!! AND, Jennie was my best friend in primary school!!! Ahh I really miss those old days..!! She hasn't changed at all, even though she has got married, and got settled down in Sydney. But she is always the happy little gal with many many new thoughts in her head. She was always my idol, she created many trends in my head. =) She said I didn't change at all either, always the "calm" girl. xD... We talked many many things together: the environment, living habits, food, bf or husband, clothes.... It was pretty short, the three-hour meet, but I haven't been so happy from talking to someone for TOO long, you know especially in Shanghai where people are so materialistic..!! I don't know when I am gonna meet her again, she invited me to visit her family (her, the husband and their babe dog)in Australia. Ahhh I think I definitely should go one day!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I don't know if my blog still has got any visitors, besides those spammers lol.. Anyway, I am just happy about finding back the old habits &amp; feelings of talking to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts rainning now. Not bad, staying home alone with a dim light, staring the screen of a 5-year old mac, and listening to TV at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Not that bad, not that bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always alone, don't we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-7160044239918529683?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7160044239918529683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=7160044239918529683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/7160044239918529683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/7160044239918529683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-weekend-back-to-early-90s.html' title='a little weekend back to early 90s'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-1828301237955349586</id><published>2010-01-18T14:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:07:31.779+01:00</updated><title type='text'>wow 2010</title><content type='html'>A big WOW for my absence for more than 2 months here!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, some update for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty busy with my current job, and always leave the door open for various new opportunities!! I went out much less compared to the first month after settling down in Shanghai. It is too big, with so little green around us. Sometimes I sneak back to my parents' place during the weekend. Another I don't appreciate a lot is the the concern of people live in this city. Money, house, lux, cars are the most frequently talked subjects here, of course in my office as well. Soooo, sometimes I feel I am too far away from them. Talking about my co-workers, they are cute sometimes: like all the sales people, very talkative,straightforward, always good at expressing things rather than keeping them inside. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow evening will be the annual dinner party of the whole school (yes, my company is a school who offers design courses), well, just staff and teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, my bf just droped me the link of his new blog (oh, forget to tell you that he is in New Delhi now!!!) http://delhicieux.wordpress.com/ I am wondering if he will continue blogging or not hee hee.. I doubt it! xD... In French, they say &lt;&lt;On vera!!&gt;&gt; hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, on vera!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la bise^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-1828301237955349586?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1828301237955349586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=1828301237955349586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/1828301237955349586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/1828301237955349586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-2010.html' title='wow 2010'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-450363309070394036</id><published>2009-11-01T08:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:21:17.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>à moi même 给自己</title><content type='html'>最近感慨颇多。&lt;br /&gt;亦对人，亦对事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己在一天天的长大。感情是一个人的事，可爱情再也不是一个人的事。&lt;br /&gt;从决定在一起的那天起，就不会为外在的变故而动摇了。&lt;br /&gt;他遇到了麻烦，我不应该对昨天的失误和今天的结果去责备他。&lt;br /&gt;我不应该只想着我自己的感受，我自己的人生计划，短期也好长期也好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他的事就是我的事，&lt;br /&gt;我不会再把他落在孤独的田野里，自己在城里happy happy了...&lt;br /&gt;虽然这些话好象是男人讲得更多一点，&lt;br /&gt;但我还是想拉着他的大手，一起走出这片田野。&lt;br /&gt;互相取暖...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱你，宝贝！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-450363309070394036?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/450363309070394036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=450363309070394036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/450363309070394036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/450363309070394036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2009/11/moi-meme.html' title='à moi même 给自己'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-4254734103681681277</id><published>2009-09-19T12:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:29:03.812+02:00</updated><title type='text'>à darlin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;coucou  M. oOo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#993399;"&gt;Juste pour te dire que chui trop trop trop content du déssin que t'as caché dans mon portefeuille pendant lequel moment que chai plus.. Ça fait chaud au coeur.❤ Je sais toujours que j'ai vraiment la chande d'avoir te rencontré avant tous les autres filles!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#993399;"&gt;wo ai ni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#993399;"&gt;ta Ms. OoO&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/18255148-4254734103681681277?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4254734103681681277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=4254734103681681277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/4254734103681681277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/4254734103681681277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/darlin.html' title='à darlin&apos;'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-2009928561383544657</id><published>2009-07-12T16:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:46:34.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What will u do??</title><content type='html'>Hmm I've got a question, a tough one:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Your boyfriend or girlfriend is planning to visit you next month(your physical distance is something like 9,000km) while you haven't seen each other for more than 4 months; for the moment you are waiting for the response of a potential job which will start next month as well, the thing is that you probably will GET the job but you probably will NOT have any holiday except weekends... Well, the macro envoriment of ths question is the economic crisis which means finding a job is hard but the travel expense is lower compared to normal period; the micro environment is that you love each other A LOT, if not seeing each other this time, you probably will have to wait for another four months or more for the next public holiday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;So the question is that how will you negotiate with your potential boss for the "potential holiday"(there is a possibility that you may not have the job, which seems lower than having it)? Or you may have more perfect solution... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;p.s. the sacrifice of love is not gonna be considered in this situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. please share with me your wise mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you soooooooo much!!!❤&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-2009928561383544657?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/2009928561383544657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=2009928561383544657&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/2009928561383544657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/2009928561383544657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-will-u-do.html' title='What will u do??'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-7076746837085110755</id><published>2009-07-10T04:15:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:24:05.182+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a not-totally-new-but-updated-layout and some random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been thinking of doing some modification to this layout which has been there for more than one year (I guess), and finally this summer lotus came into mind. Afterwards, where to put my profile and which profile picture do i use were bothering me.. I cannot say it is the best choice, but for now they have a position for them hehe, on the bottom (yeah.. like it used to be, u know I have been pulling them around every single corner of this blog, and nowhere seems better fit the current place), and I keep the "word of mouth" section as a little remind to myself, always be kind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My prof of Taichi gave me a Taichi suit: a traditional Chinese shirt and a pair of knickerbockers (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lantern pants if translated from Chinese directly, coz the shape looks a bit like Chinese lantern, in white colour (white and black is the colour of Taichi). I like it a lot, not because it is very comfortable, but it's more like a symble that I start doing some sports seriously, and I start to like the feeling of sweat. Yoyo used to tell me a lot that I should probably do more sports to sweat for being less stressed or worried or...whatsoever, and I just discover the truth of what he said. Before I was a fan of swimming, but I really do NOT like the density of population in the pool, which make the swimming into a war of legs and arms. I didn't swim in the sea a lot, the wave push and pull and I get nervous and worried (yeah I know I do get nervous and worried easily, lol). But above all, I still like the feeling floating in the water with just a head over the water line.^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, almost forgot... If you appreciate the new design of this kinda plain layout hee hee, and you appreciate the original lotus photo as well hia hia, you may download it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3454/3706243954_f69498e6bb_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. It was taken in the lake (the west lake) downtown a couple of days ago with Nikon D100. I am a green hand of Nikon the big black camera, and it was my first time try-out, not bad ehh!! But honestly, the complexity still confuses me a lot. Long way to go, yeah..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK. Looks like I am gonna take a break, and will get you back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;la bise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/18255148-7076746837085110755?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7076746837085110755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=7076746837085110755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/7076746837085110755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/7076746837085110755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-totally-new-but-updated-layout-and.html' title='a not-totally-new-but-updated-layout and some random'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-6521738400194938637</id><published>2009-07-08T03:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T04:07:10.025+02:00</updated><title type='text'>好吧，是该结束郁闷的时候了</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;都已经7月了，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;工作开始有了眉目，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;准备找房子搬家。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;又回到一个人住的日子，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;非常非常期待。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;哈哈哈...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;C=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-6521738400194938637?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6521738400194938637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=6521738400194938637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/6521738400194938637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/6521738400194938637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='好吧，是该结束郁闷的时候了'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-740179342194658674</id><published>2009-06-29T10:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:18:03.498+02:00</updated><title type='text'>到底谁变了</title><content type='html'>梅雨的季节原来也有很充裕的阳光，只是那潮湿让人透不过气来，贪婪的吸食房间里的冷气。&lt;br /&gt;心也在半冷间。&lt;br /&gt;我们到底是谁变了？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一回我想提前知道答案，我该如何选择呢 ？&lt;br /&gt;眼泪又挂了下来。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-740179342194658674?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/740179342194658674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=740179342194658674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/740179342194658674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/740179342194658674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='到底谁变了'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-335109002337104763</id><published>2009-05-23T11:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:36:17.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'>不爽ing</title><content type='html'>对啊，又开始不爽了。&lt;br /&gt;荷尔蒙又开始起作用了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我则呢们这么命苦啊，总被不同的芝麻事件折磨着。&lt;br /&gt;有时后想想男主角真的什么都没给过我，我倒是给予了男主角不少东西，精神的，物质的...谁叫我比难主角老呢？？！！&lt;br /&gt;看着体检报告上写着28那2个数字，总觉得是在为别的女主角培养一个优秀的男主角。&lt;br /&gt;男人学校啊？？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我可不希望成为这个！&lt;br /&gt;可是男主角有时后真的太可恶了太傻了，让他自己醒悟是不可能的了...&lt;br /&gt;我不推他就不前进，也不朝我这里靠进来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难道我就注定要在一次又一次的失败里孤独的老去？？&lt;br /&gt;我的春天在哪里啊...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-335109002337104763?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/335109002337104763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=335109002337104763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/335109002337104763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/335109002337104763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2009/05/ing.html' title='不爽ing'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-1991796297050555468</id><published>2009-05-19T10:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:23:34.813+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia!!!</title><content type='html'>Mamma Mia!! Je retrouve mon blogspot compt!!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'avais plus d'access de blogspot depuis 3 jours. C'est bizzare que j'ai pas du tout de problème avec blogger.com, mais le serveur de blogspot n'est pas trouvé toujours... J'ai essayé des proxies que je utilisais assez souvent avant aller en France, mais ils marchent plus maintenant, j'imagine qu'ils sont bloqués aussi, avec blogspot. Tant pis.. Je retrouve mon blogspot en tout cas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J ❤ blog.&lt;br /&gt;J ❤ blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bis,&lt;br /&gt;à bientôt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-1991796297050555468?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1991796297050555468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=1991796297050555468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/1991796297050555468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/1991796297050555468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2009/05/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia!!!'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-7760465975581992955</id><published>2009-04-17T10:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:35:07.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>25, 35, 45</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;无意间看见了这个，发现自己25岁之前并没有在做这些，相反做了很多《我想如何生活》的思考；35岁前的事情，已经慢慢着手去做了，也有这个耐心，相信30岁应该可以完成吧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;心慢慢稳定了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"25岁前女人该完成什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　像时尚达人爱丽丝·德拉尔那样生活，尽兴狂欢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　时不时地去欧洲以外的地方旅游。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　在身上弄个文身或者古怪的穿孔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　有机会与公众人物交谈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　当个迪斯科舞厅的DJ，或者跟一个DJ拍拖。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　至少认认真真谈过一次恋爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　掌握一样乐器或者精通一项体育运动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　发现自己的优点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　迷上并精通摄影。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　35岁前女人该完成什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　找一份舒心的工作。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　被大老板请去吃大餐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　到海外出一趟差。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　曾经在海外居住过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　已经买了房。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　有优秀的男士送给自己珠宝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　跟自己年龄段以外的人交友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　自己创业，或者已经有了点子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　跟老板成功协商，然后加薪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　发现了身为女人的重要性和优越性。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　45岁前女人该完成什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　要一个孩子(也可以收养)。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　有自己的办公室。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　有自己的工作团队。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　有自己的招牌风格。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　给自己买过价值不菲的珠宝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　买过自己35岁时认为买不起的水彩画。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　在园艺和烹饪上培养兴趣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　发现了自己的专长领域。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　认真地上课，学点自己真正喜欢的东西。"&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/18255148-7760465975581992955?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7760465975581992955/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-710997864032915245</id><published>2009-02-19T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:29:29.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine's Vilentine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color:rgb(165, 165, 165)" color="#b2a2c7" size=6&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font style="color:rgb(229, 185, 183)" color="#b2a2c7" size=3&gt;My Valentine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color:rgb(229, 185, 183)" color="#fac08f" size=3&gt; and my valentine's valentine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="https://gmcnhq.bay.livefilestore.com/y1mojZAMyPUE6HacpzPx4RxjqR1vuPaJEk23l5es_8OLUf78RpUljMH5SUVngeXNKMOqDGxz7x-EbNcKWq8Mhp_B7HwIMr5qZajkxeGlTiBVSTndS6u6VZIPVcFFuFI_ck_VWhhAWSUiEA/SN157627.JPG" target="_blank" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-5361484193127679255</id><published>2009-01-30T14:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:54:47.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Thursday 29/01/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SYMFpeoRA_I/AAAAAAAAACc/CR0U7erXs2E/s1600-h/SN157436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SYMFpeoRA_I/AAAAAAAAACc/CR0U7erXs2E/s400/SN157436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297083796872561650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the national strike in France, 69% of the population supported this national sport. I went in town in Rennes, and found that the French strike is full of interesting songs and creative slogans (but no violence or potential violence)... So latino!!! ❤_❤ Even  the manifestation is so romantic, that is the FRENCH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-5361484193127679255?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5361484193127679255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=5361484193127679255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/5361484193127679255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/5361484193127679255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2009/01/black-thursday-290109.html' title='Black Thursday 29/01/09'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SYMFpeoRA_I/AAAAAAAAACc/CR0U7erXs2E/s72-c/SN157436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-2319378126508616566</id><published>2008-12-06T10:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:24:45.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Here Right Now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:220px;height:55px;"&gt;&lt;object width="220" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=2746&amp;colorBackground=0x003300&amp;textColor1=0x999999&amp;colorVolume=0x333333&amp;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=2746&amp;colorBackground=0x003300&amp;textColor1=0x999999&amp;colorVolume=0x333333&amp;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220" height="55"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size='1' color ='#000000' face='Arial'&gt;Discover &lt;a href='http://www.deezer.com/en/keren-ann.html'&gt;Keren Ann&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day, 2008 is almost done. I wonder what did I feel at this time of 2007? I know that I was super stressed for the coming finals, and uncertain about my tiny little relationship status. Same period, one year after, I have no more stress from exams, no more uncertainty for my still tiny yet not little relationship, I am in a big transfer of my life now. No more school bags (maybe after years of working?), and time to work, to make bread on my own, and maybe for the beloved ones as well. I must have posed the same thread three years ago when I just got my bachelor degree in China, but I was not ready at that time I guess, that's why I am here now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, and always believe that there is a reason behind everything that is happening. Life is beautiful, that is the final result I know, but the process can be as dark and bloody as imagined.. or worse.. This transition period of my life is dark enough to get me totally lost and hopeless.. I admire my parents more and more, coz now I understand how difficult to start a life, and how much courage and braveness are needed to make such decision, my father and my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I figure that the whole reason for me being right here right now is to get aware of the great great love from the family and my beloved important someone. I know I can wake up with a big smile each morning, with or without sunshine, but never without them, no matter how far we are distant. Don't they say that the farthest distance in the world is we are sitting beside each other, but you do not know my love. I am way better than that, we know each other's love and we are not far away for the moment. It's just the environment gets a bit dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I will walk out of this miserable winter like my parents did three decades ago (the macro environment then was much worse then mine), and start up a new life! &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/18255148-2319378126508616566?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/2319378126508616566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=2319378126508616566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/2319378126508616566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/2319378126508616566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2008/12/right-here-right-now.html' title='Right Here Right Now..'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-7216133449816307596</id><published>2008-10-23T11:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:35:27.898+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to have something be written down!!</title><content type='html'>Well, at this period of time: 11am, I am more supposed to pour out some words for my graduation project, rather than a blog post, or a facebook comment. It's just that after my four-month internship in a French micro enterprise (where English has never a chance to live,not even for five minutes), and living with a French roommate, I simply start losing the ability to write down something decent in English. When I talk to my non-French-and-non-Chinese friends, I have a strong feeling that my English is getting sh!!t. I have already been pretty worried about this, but yesterday when I was doing my literature review, the journal which bothered me for the whole afternoon was making my self-confidence level decreased below my Chinese knees (which is four centimeters shorter than my panda boyfriend's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna cry for my poor English level, but no tears would come out. I have to face the cruel fact that I am not born to be a language geek (yet I am still happy about not being below the normal..),and I have to pick those lost English words again, though they've been scattered everywhere in the countryside of Bretagne and volcanos in Auvergne.. I need to record some random thoughts once a while like I used to do, just for not being strange with computer keyboard and pens. Maybe I should speak more English with panda!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's not a &amp;quot;showing-off&amp;quot; post for my language chaos, it's just a desperate student, who unfortunately forget some language habits, talks to herself and encourages herself not to be frightened, but to FIGHT ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... I feel released after writing this. It's been so long (I know I use this phrase a lot &amp;quot;It's been so long...&amp;quot;) that I haven't touched the &amp;quot;add&amp;quot; button here, and also it's been so long for recording some sentiments hia hia hia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is still fine with me, I am still periodically obsessed with difficulties come up in life, like always. Panda has already got used to this, so would I bother myself too much? Ya know I have been with myself for 26 years (Ooops!!), I should be clearer then anyone else on this point. (Well, only my mom knows!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's done.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-7216133449816307596?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7216133449816307596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=7216133449816307596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/7216133449816307596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/7216133449816307596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-to-have-something-be-written.html' title='I need to have something be written down!!'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-345608859079013348</id><published>2008-07-18T18:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:17:10.597+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad monologue</title><content type='html'>Babe you are not capable of understanding this, because me neither. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and go around me, I come and go around people. So insecure, so mobile and fake sometimes. I make no efforts to make people staying in my life, because I don't want to change people's life as I don't want my life to be changed by others either. Then nobody is staying with me, and I am staying with nobody. Dinning with the wall, drinking with an empty seat, walking with both hands waving in the air... Maybe it's a good thing to not have you in my life, because I will never need to worry about losing you. I am just a small exotic flower near the highway where you drive by. What you are for is not the scene besides the road, but the plenty of pretty imagination lying in the end of the road, where nobody knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-345608859079013348?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/345608859079013348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=345608859079013348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/345608859079013348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/345608859079013348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2008/07/sad-monologue.html' title='Sad monologue'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-5019484929515995377</id><published>2008-07-09T13:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:47:03.134+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Middle of Nowhere</title><content type='html'>I've been always thinking that I am the kind of the person who is destinied to be away from big cities, and small remoted villages would be the better choice. But actually I am so so wrong, and I don't know myself at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing a four-month internship in the middle of nowhere (well, the rough direction is that we are kind of in the north-west of Republic of France), and the worst thing is that I am living in the town, because of the transport problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living in a 60s styled room situated in a well pretty maison (from the outside), it's on the 1st floor, and it rains a lot in the region, which means it's very humid and cold, even in summer. I have no kitchen, so my boyfriend found out a electric plate for me to solve the problem of cooking, and so far, I've been cooking on the ground for two days, and I didn't feel hungry anymore after bending for too long while cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a small foldable bicycle, who is also my major transport tool in town for grocery shopping. When I ride the bike to work or to supermarket, all the people in town staring at me, either for my exceptional physical looking (am the only asian in town), or for my super tiring foldable bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot have my own telephone &amp; internet service installed in my 60s styled room, because I don't have a telephone plug-in device in the room (which was built half-century ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play a video game named "TmNationsForever" everyday after lunch in the small office, I always end up as the last one because I am really not a fan of car games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful landscape outside the town couldn' interest me either, the only moment I expect is after lunch and before sleep, when my panda boy calls me for delivering love and care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel super in the town, yet people are not so bad to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot get it figured out that why we say China is a developing country while France is a developped one??!! I live my life times better and advanced in my hometown than this typical French village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;Am really confused...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-5019484929515995377?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5019484929515995377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=5019484929515995377&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/5019484929515995377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/5019484929515995377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-middle-of-nowhere.html' title='In the Middle of Nowhere'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-672390520809930354</id><published>2008-06-12T11:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:11:27.087+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voilà!</title><content type='html'>Just added my little noise for Oxfam's campaign of "make trade fair" at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maketradefair.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.maketradefair.com/en/img/banner1stat.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' the font, lovin' the color, lovin' what are we doin' now. Thanks to coldplay, who eventually yelled out the website address during the concert in 2003!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start my internship next Monday, in an independent photo &amp; advertising studio in a small town near where I live. They've been having photography service for more than 100 years, but ad is a brand new service since a couple of years. There are lots of problems lying in positioning and targeting. Its brand image is not so related to its 103 years of history, and people take it as a newbie in the field, which is a pity!! I guess we will have a lot of work to do in the coming four months, just feel a bit stressed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking back to the newly added bar mentioned above, I probably would try to find out more, like "Ensemble contre le Sida ", [RED] or sth.. Cannot be a NGO person in the internship, yet try to be it in my blog, hia hia hia..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gros bis tout le monde. I'd probably come back soon, with some new NGO bars.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-672390520809930354?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/672390520809930354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=672390520809930354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/672390520809930354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/672390520809930354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2008/06/voil.html' title='Voilà!'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-7664368306941212437</id><published>2008-05-05T21:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:28:29.092+02:00</updated><title type='text'>envie d'été</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2467985647/" title="envie d'été by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/2467985647_9904f25def.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="envie d'été" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il fait plus chaud maintenant, vers 20c. Mais la seule chose que j'aime pas en Bretagne c'est le pluie ici. Ça me stressé, vachement. Mais bon.. Sauf le temps bizard parfois, c'est presque bon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sui toujours en train d'envoyer CV et LM aux entreprises. Toujours pas de stage!! Ça descend ma confience, eh. J'aime pas trop. Je le veux très très fort, et j'espère de réussir en 1 moi, 2 moi... J'ai besoin de bonne chance, beaucoup!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Là, après la fin des partielles, on passais beaucoup de temps pour des soirées "Bye Bye". Je me sens pas trop mais quand même un peu déçu car tout le monde part, même on se connais pas très bien. 10-mois de programe est vachement court!!! J'aurai encore deux soirées cette semaine. J'aime pas dire au revoir... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2467985015/" title="chéri, mois, mathieu, charles, sof by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3166/2467985015_f69e5e653e_o.jpg" width="400" height="267" alt="chéri, mois, mathieu, charles, sof" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - R: chéri, moi, Mathieu, Charles, Sophie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2459006644/" title="me &amp;amp; Jisun by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/2459006644_5399e8ddab.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="me &amp;amp; Jisun" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - R: moi, Jisun (one of the best friend à l'ESC)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-7664368306941212437?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7664368306941212437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=7664368306941212437&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/7664368306941212437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/7664368306941212437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2008/05/envie-dt.html' title='envie d&apos;été'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/2467985647_9904f25def_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-8454473765983666864</id><published>2008-04-24T23:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:39:53.669+02:00</updated><title type='text'>5 mois déjà</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2439684700/" title="pupuce by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2439684700_8894aea547_t.jpg" width=100 height=74 alt=pupuce&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2439684700/" title="pupuce by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2439684700_8894aea547_t.jpg" width=100 height=74 alt=pupuce&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2439684700/" title="pupuce by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2439684700_8894aea547_t.jpg" width=100 height=74 alt=pupuce&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2439684700/" title="pupuce by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2439684700_8894aea547_m.jpg" width=240 height=178 alt=pupuce&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2439684700/" title="pupuce by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2439684700_8894aea547_m.jpg" width=240 height=178 alt=pupuce&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2439684700/" title="pupuce by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2439684700_8894aea547_t.jpg" width=100 height=74 alt=pupuce&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2439684700/" title="pupuce by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2439684700_8894aea547.jpg" width=500 height=371 alt=pupuce&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2439684700/" title="pupuce by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2439684700_8894aea547_t.jpg" width=100 height=74 alt=pupuce&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2439684700/" title="pupuce by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2439684700_8894aea547_t.jpg" width=100 height=74 alt=pupuce&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2439684700/" title="pupuce by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2439684700_8894aea547_t.jpg" width=100 height=74 alt=pupuce&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2439684700/" title="pupuce by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2439684700_8894aea547_t.jpg" width=100 height=74 alt=pupuce&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2439684700/" title="pupuce by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2439684700_8894aea547_t.jpg" width=100 height=74 alt=pupuce&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2439684700/" title="pupuce by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2439684700_8894aea547_t.jpg" width=100 height=74 alt=pupuce&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2439684700/" title="pupuce by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2439684700_8894aea547.jpg" width=500 height=371 alt=pupuce&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euroheather/2439684700/" title="pupuce by euroHeather, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2439684700_8894aea547_m.jpg" width=240 height=178 alt=pupuce&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-8454473765983666864?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8454473765983666864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=8454473765983666864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/8454473765983666864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/8454473765983666864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-mois-dj.html' title='5 mois déjà'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2439684700_8894aea547_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-2886017678978964604</id><published>2008-04-14T21:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:05:01.657+02:00</updated><title type='text'>still on the earth^^</title><content type='html'>I am always on the Earth, and still in Rennes. =)&lt;br /&gt;Almost finished my student life (technically it was the morning of last Saturday), and I am facing three weeks' of final exams, and a six-month internship, and a 80-page dissertation about international marketing. I will be "diploma" - ed by April 2009. Even though my resident card still shows that I am still a student on the French territory, but technically, I am done with school, and am... unemployed..!! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoyo (for ur info, he is the good guy mentioned in the last post) flied to Ireland for his spring vacation. I was planning to do this with him, but unfortunately I don't even have vacation on my planning!! So unfair!! I am old and unemployed, I deserve a relaxing vacation rather than exams, more!! Anyhow, his absence made me get to think about my own future carefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy expatriating life, even though sometimes I get homesick so desperately! But love the feeling of being exotic and different in a strange culture rather than in the mother culture where everyone thinks you are so indifferent..!! Where to expatriate? Dunno so far.. Maybe Europe? Maybe Africa, south east Asia? Or..?? Dunno really. But I just don't want to go home right away, and pick up the routine life I gave up two years ago. I don't mean that I don't want a family with normal life, I just wanna to be a little bit mobile, maybe together with my another half. I don't like urban life so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send several CV and motivation letters to NGOs in France, hopefully some positive response will pop up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing to conclude: I just get this feeling stronger and stronger that we cannot control our own life at all, we don't know it's who decide out life, but obviously it's not us. So all we need to do is being ready to et whipped, get up and move on! This is the trick of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-2886017678978964604?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/2886017678978964604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=2886017678978964604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/2886017678978964604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/2886017678978964604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-on-earth.html' title='still on the earth^^'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-7975301670299529492</id><published>2007-11-25T08:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T09:00:13.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>so happy hia hia..</title><content type='html'>I am supposed to write a report now, but I cannot start it until I leave something here.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna u guys know that I've met a guy, we are so much alike, it's going on so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is stupid, but as in the beginning, it's just for me to concentrate on the report, lol..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care all,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-7975301670299529492?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7975301670299529492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=7975301670299529492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/7975301670299529492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/7975301670299529492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-happy-hia-hia.html' title='so happy hia hia..'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-4295722132792228953</id><published>2007-11-08T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:26:53.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>犹豫呀</title><content type='html'>有个老朋友xmas回法国，我又要开始不安分起来。&lt;br /&gt;犹豫呀..!&lt;br /&gt;忍住吗？ 还是..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实要是这朋友离开后我不会难过到也罢了。&lt;br /&gt;只是我晓得自己会犯和去年xmas一样的错误的。&lt;br /&gt;怎么办才好呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-4295722132792228953?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4295722132792228953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=4295722132792228953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/4295722132792228953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/4295722132792228953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='犹豫呀'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-946947646895301292</id><published>2007-09-15T21:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T21:09:43.805+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The history of two bros..</title><content type='html'>Sula &amp;amp; Lampa^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1214/1387164937_7fed88791e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1240/1387164089_b85a8434cc.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1334/1388058892_c7a80ab218.jpg?v=1189882634"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1179/1388057330_0b0a42b533.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, coke..!!=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1399/1387160341_49a09a4f38.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai faim. I'm hungry... Don't tell Fafa plz..=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1245/1387158725_2a3da79435.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-946947646895301292?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/946947646895301292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=946947646895301292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/946947646895301292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/946947646895301292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2007/09/history-of-two-bros.html' title='The history of two bros..'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-458745767457098707</id><published>2007-09-14T22:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:49:05.335+02:00</updated><title type='text'>haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1349/1382989368_39a33ad35a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1349/1382989368_39a33ad35a.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1114/1382967572_c07d2d0b4c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1114/1382967572_c07d2d0b4c.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said goodbye to the long curly hair which has been following me for more than two years, and am pretty adapted to the new look now.=P Got it done this afternoon, and very satisfied.^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-458745767457098707?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/458745767457098707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=458745767457098707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/458745767457098707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/458745767457098707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2007/09/haircut.html' title='haircut'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-2140393325759907382</id><published>2007-09-02T20:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T12:04:45.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit school thing hia hia</title><content type='html'>There is a super association at school named "Come On". Why super? Because they can probably answer all the questions I got in Rennes as an international student. =) This morning, I went to school, and asked how can I renew my resident card, how can I buy house insurance, civil insurance, and health insurance. They also told me these's a possibility for international students to get a free public transport card (for bus, metro...). I don't know how do they define the possibility, but I call phone a  social center this afternoon, and see what I can do for it. =P Besides, the "Come On" will organize an intergration weekend this weekend (sep 6-9), the place and detailed activities are secrets, according to them. Well, I paid good money for this event, so I am very expacting and hoping that it WILL be some real surprise hia hia hia... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-2140393325759907382?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/2140393325759907382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=2140393325759907382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/2140393325759907382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/2140393325759907382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-bit-school-thing-hia-hia.html' title='a little bit school thing hia hia'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-8263270587597026674</id><published>2007-08-28T01:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T01:36:18.645+02:00</updated><title type='text'>olla^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/RtNfCouu69I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D9OR98awIlI/s1600-h/1163696422_9b86e30fa7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/RtNfCouu69I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D9OR98awIlI/s400/1163696422_9b86e30fa7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103527301638712274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我剛搬完家，把網絡弄好，說聲哈咯哈哈！！只是，只是想念房東家的那只Benji。&lt;br /&gt;I've just got moved to a new appt., got fixed the wifi, say hello hee hee!!It's just, I miss benji, Michelle's cute dog.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai juste déménagé dans un COOL appartment, l'internet est fixé cet après-midi, je suis très contente, hia hia!!Mais, Benji, le chien qui me manque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-8263270587597026674?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8263270587597026674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=8263270587597026674&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/8263270587597026674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/8263270587597026674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2007/08/olla.html' title='olla^^'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/RtNfCouu69I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D9OR98awIlI/s72-c/1163696422_9b86e30fa7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-7194326558136989335</id><published>2007-08-20T15:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:46:26.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'>workin' a lot lately..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1210/1182685548_e927ff508c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1381/1182687988_710a1ccd8b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The program that I am going to take is about business innovation, am pretty interested in this domain, and pretty looking forward to the new academic year. But what nerves me a bit is the fact that I don't have a business related background, all that I have is the passion and a half year experience as an assistant of the top management in HF Co. I talked to some ancient grads of the school, the experience they share in common is that surviving in ESC is a very hard-working job, piles of assignments, loads of presentations... and well, of course lots of parties as well. Some of them party the whole night, and go home to take a three-hour sleep then go to school to make the presentation, AND, the most important thing is that "and they get high scores.." Wow... they are really crazy people. I don't know what's going on at those top European business schools like HEC, ESSEC... But students in ESC are famous for their crazy way of studying and playing!! I mean I love working with this kind of people, passionate, dynamic and energetic as always. =) Very looking forward to the school day...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, the book really ain't easy for me. My future prof (who gave me the interview when I was a candidat of this program) recommended me two books to read, in order to make up some backgrond knowledges of marketing and management. They are "Principles of Marketing"(Philip Kotler &amp; Gary Armstrong) and "Marketing management" (Philip Kotler), who are considered as the bible to marketing greenhands. I read line by line, and notes are being taken down at the same time. I think it might work for me, though it goes very slowly. I mean marketing is just kinda of "sense", after all of these, I just need to develop this sense. I have faith anyway. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Snow Patrol's "Signal Fire" is a very cool background music to reading today, a rainy cool day in Bretagne...♧♡♤♢&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-7194326558136989335?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7194326558136989335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=7194326558136989335&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/7194326558136989335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/7194326558136989335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2007/08/workin-lot-lately.html' title='workin&apos; a lot lately..'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-5899203852403168754</id><published>2007-08-19T22:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:49:56.015+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1266/1010696860_4d8bb89a0f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blogged mostly @ oct16.spaces.live.com lately... But am moving back now=). The new academic year will start by the end of September, so I am going to blog more here. The language will be English (mainly), and some Chinese (my mother tongue), and also French (since I'm in France and I am learning the language=P). So just let you guys know that I am back. I wonder if there is still any passers-by drop in... But anyhow, let's see what's gonna happen here. ❤ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1140/1010697874_f390547c44.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-5899203852403168754?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5899203852403168754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=5899203852403168754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/5899203852403168754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/5899203852403168754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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girlfiend!!'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-5502210656240124433</id><published>2007-02-13T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:20:30.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cards for Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/389233178_9dc596219e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/389233178_9dc596219e.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/389233226_1c089c000d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/389233226_1c089c000d.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a small gift shop, grabbed some postcards. For my lover, who is far away from me; and for my dear grandma, who is also far away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Feb 14, are you ready for it? &lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;Planning to pretend I don't know the date, live my life as the rest 364 days of the year.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, French do have talent in designing valentine's postcards...&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out of my window, the mountains are being covered with snow again, but the clouds above are turing into white little pieces... &lt;br /&gt;Thank god the rainy days are gone. &lt;br /&gt;Already in the mood of spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/389233188_9a9c887702.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/389233188_9a9c887702.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/389233196_b1ffdbd787.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/389233196_b1ffdbd787.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-5502210656240124433?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5502210656240124433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=5502210656240124433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/5502210656240124433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/5502210656240124433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2007/02/cards-for-love.html' title='Cards for Love'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-5812867365461624520</id><published>2007-02-11T15:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T17:25:47.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/386713682_5ddcc08b75.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/386713682_5ddcc08b75.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make a presentation about a French book that I have read. I was planning to talk about "Le Petit Prince", but Philippe has already taken it as his topic. =S Without choice, I went to a bookstore yesterday to get inspired. The book I want is exactly the one neither too difficult nor too simple. Then Anna Gavalda's works came into my eyes. I read her first book of "Je voudrais que quelqu'un m'attende quelque part"(I want someone waiting for me somewhere) in Chinese two years ago. And she is the type of the writer I like, very detailed description of each figure where you can find shadows of yourself. So I took her second book "Je l'aimais" (I was in love with him), which was only 154 pages with lots of conversations, to the cashier. Speaking of novels, I still feel more comfortable to read a novel written in English, it's just that sometimes French writers' writing styles are a bit difficult for me to follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview of that school went smoothly, the program manager gave me some advice though. He suggested me to read some books by Kotler before the program actually started in Sep. I got back from Rennes on Wed by taking 5 hours of high speed train to Lyon and another 2 hours of normal speed train in mountains. What amazes me a lot in a trip is the feeling of being on a train watching trees, lands, houses, clouds and mountains, which might show up only once upon a life time, flying backwards... It's like the philosophy of life. Friends come, go and walk away. But should I put them in my mind always, or just try to let go and move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-5812867365461624520?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5812867365461624520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=5812867365461624520&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/5812867365461624520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/5812867365461624520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2007/02/start-reading.html' title='Start Reading'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-6410352905249412427</id><published>2007-02-04T01:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T02:25:54.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hah~~</title><content type='html'>Just fixed the new layout for echo point. Have been spending time to choosing colors, but kinda like them now. =P What ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got another good news.&lt;br /&gt;The school that I've been applying has just informed me of a interview. The programe cordinator told me that I would be informed of if I would pass an interview one week after they got my applying materials. I was worriedly waiting without receiving any info. So I called the school, but was told the person in charge was away for a biz trip to China. =( I asked the receptionist if I could talk to the program manager directly, luckily, he was kind enough to replied "bien sûr ". The PM was nice too. I told him my situation and he said he would check it once the person in charge was back from China. The phone conversation was kind of like a telephone interview, both in English and French, coz t his monsieur told me he was British, so he didn't speak well French. After hanging up the phone, I was expecting to receive the response next week, but my worriness had been eased a lot, that's for sure. To my surprise, when I finished the school and got home, there was a new email lying in my gmail inbox saying I would have a interview... So cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought the TVG tickets and gotta go to Rennes Bretagne another time, yay!! This gotta be very exciting, though it's going to be packed-up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fingers crossed for me on Feb 2, please!!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ski, we went to Avoriaz last Saturday. It is a popular ski resorts with lots of non-French speakers, and pretty close to Mont Blanc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first snowboard-trying-out ended up with two blue knees. Why I tried snowboard? (I was too late to read your comment,, pketh; or else, perhaps I would fall less) Well, I got a couple of Canadian friends, and as I heard all the Canadians can skate and ski, so I took their advice that snowboard is the first choice for beginners. I fell down for like millions of times, and bite quite a bit snow... But it's fun, and I love snowboard anyway, just because I looked so cool when I was on the snowboard even if I either fell down or didn't move. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/371705287_79f3096b09.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/371705287_79f3096b09.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/176/371705284_2745041231.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/176/371705284_2745041231.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/371705288_65b61b4638.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/371705288_65b61b4638.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-6410352905249412427?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6410352905249412427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=6410352905249412427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/6410352905249412427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/6410352905249412427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2007/02/hah.html' title='hah~~'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-9012503656585906158</id><published>2007-01-25T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:45:52.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since last post. And of course, happiness goes on since the merry christmas trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing comes first! I am applying a program in ESC Rennes Business School now. Have already sent all the demanding materials. The program coordinator told me they could inform me about whether I would pass an interview or not before this weekend (oh it's already Thursday...), and if the interview is going to happen, I will have to take an English test TOEIC, testing my English ability in an intimating working environment. After another two weeks of waiting, I will be informed if accepted or not. =/ I am not quite confident of this, because it's already Thursday... I need good luck again, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second most important thing is that we finally have snow here in Europe after two months of warm winter.It's quite heavy, at least for me. In my hometown Hangzhou, it's not cold enough to have a heavy snow which can stay for like 3 or more days. I took lots of pictures these days here. The Internet connection is crappy at my place, I spent time on uploading some of them to flickr.com , no no msn space doesn't work well. I will post some of the pictures soon. And I am going to go skiing this weekend, organized by the school. Gotta have my first trying out on the snow haha, excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Grande Solde" is still "in"! Actually the month long national sale has started its second round, now has reaches 50% -70% off. I bought a pair of  "Oxford Street" red sneakers. Very matching with my black skirts, with a very attractive price. But I will have to wait til warmer days coming. When the national sale just started, my enthusiasm was frustrated by the size problem, my size was too small for Europeans. And now after the 1st round, I find it's very easy to pick out size 34 or 37 (shoes) among piles of clothes and shoes. Muah hah hah hah...!! Just heard the ending will be more excited, cannot wait for the day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese New Year is coming. My mom is going to send me another big package of gifts, hee hee!! I always feel lucky to be my mother's daughter. Seriously, she is also a good coworker, aunt, daughter, neighbor, gf's mother (well, once a while)... Happy B-day, mom!! Hope you like my gift (a group of photos taken in the snowing Annecy France).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-9012503656585906158?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/9012503656585906158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=9012503656585906158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/9012503656585906158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/9012503656585906158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-5302544026888634455</id><published>2006-12-29T20:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:18:29.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>back from the trip</title><content type='html'>I got back this afternoon. With 4 tanks of chilli sauce, my backpack was heavy like a mountain... It is really difficult to find Chinese stuffs in Annecy, yet worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the first 3.5 days in Paris, and rest 3 days in Fougeres with Sam and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monuments are really great in Paris, but it's just I don't like the city a lot. Too many people, too dirts and SDF. But Notre Dams de Paris and the glass pyrimad outside the Louvre really impressed me. The Quatier Lain (Rome style) was just the type of the streets I like, but I'd already experienced it in Annecy, so, during my stay in Paris, all that I thought of was Annecy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following three days in Fougeres Bretagne was the best in my life. In Bretagne, the sky was always grey, and those stone made houses were in dark colors too. The main color was just grey, as a contrary, the sea looked so blue and pure. I like Bretagne, it's the place that can make u think a lot about life, about yourself. Solenne (Sam's sister) was really nice to me, sometimes I really hope that I can have a sister or brother, I do envy the relationships between sis and bro. Sam's father and mother are two great chef!!! They can make the most delicious west food in the world!!! (My mom makes the most delisious Chinese food in the world.) Everytime when I think of the crepes, homemade jams and sauces and soupes... Ahh~~~ I'm hungry...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I've got to talk to Sam again. Feels really different from our last talk in China. It's been three months, and I have to admit that I still like him a lot. I thought i'd forgotten him, but when I saw him again, I was back to the zero point. I don't know if we are still having the old probs which we had in China, or it's just both of us are too blind to see them. I don't know what he said to me the other night were just comforts, or were what he meant to say. I have no idea, and my brain is jammed. Maybe he is never some simple passersby in my life, some stories have to happen on and on, good or bad, i will take it, and give my bless to him. What can I do besides putting him in my deep heart?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaanyway! The good money I spent on this trip realised its price! I am really happy. Though I have to do a big cleaning-up and laundry tomorrow, but I'm still happy. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/yawn/(happily of coz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-5302544026888634455?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5302544026888634455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=5302544026888634455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/5302544026888634455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/5302544026888634455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-trip.html' title='back from the trip'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-8613609625626526699</id><published>2006-12-20T18:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:31:43.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>So the vacance starts at 4.30pm today lah. Lots of friends at IFALPES will depart and I wonder we could me again somewhere out on the earth, perhaps...! Who knows. But I feel kinda weird, maybe sad. People come and go and walk away, but you are there and watching being left behind, sorta of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave for Paris on 22, hopefully the good-money-long-time-planning trip will be of fun, and the new semester will meet more cool friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Xmas, and Happy 2007!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-8613609625626526699?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8613609625626526699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=8613609625626526699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/8613609625626526699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/8613609625626526699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-7898156491535638595</id><published>2006-11-21T14:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T14:51:56.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trilingue?Being bother a bit!</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I will start with "everything is fine here" too. But, after this sentence, I don't know what to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no, don't misundertand me. Everything is fine here lah, the friends, the life... Everything is getting better. I am just a bit bothered by the fact that I have to struggle hard to speak French well (as a literated person with the right times and proper "conjugé" verbes), and don't forget English (which took memore than 10 years to learn). My French teacher isn't content that English has such a big influence on me with the fact that English isn't my mother tongue. French don't like English you know. Yet every once a while, when I chat with my English speaking classmates during the recession, I feel panic. I'm getting a French accent when speaking English, and I always put the objective before the verb and adjective after the non. My brain is a bit twist I bet. Safety occupies my brain only when I talk to my parents on the telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I came to France, I assumed a lotof different difficulties that I might encounter. Yet, tout va bien (everything is fine), except this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My another teacher told me that the learning of the 2nd foreign language is always the most difficulty. Lots of confusion, panic, inconfident blah blah... I am right in the middle of it. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you have already felt weird after reading my French-Chinese-English... Don't correct me in the comment, please. That's mean to this pretty young lady who is struggling among those languages... (Well, she is not trilingal yet, at most 2.25-lingal I should mention, 1-chinese,0.75-english which is decreasing, and 0.5 french)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the complains, I will have to face it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So... Nice meeting you language confusion, I will try to be friend with you, so that I can know you well and beat you someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon courage, (H)eather!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-7898156491535638595?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7898156491535638595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=7898156491535638595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/7898156491535638595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/7898156491535638595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/11/trilinguebeing-bother-bit.html' title='Trilingue?Being bother a bit!'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-116039108657428143</id><published>2006-10-09T12:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:51:26.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour from France!!</title><content type='html'>So this is gonna be my first blog post in France, wow~~ Gotta do a good job on it. Allez allez!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the midnight flight on 26 September directly to CDG Airport of Paris. Simon (a big thank u for ya!!) picked me up and took me to a typical French breakfast (chausson de pomme - sth like the apple pie maybe, and a cup of coffee). Then, with my two luggages (which were still overweight), I took the TVG (a very fast-speeded train connecting Paris and other big cities) to Lyon, and got changed to another train TER (a reagional train which is a bit slower compared to TGV) to the destination – Annecy – the capital city of the province of Haute Savoie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Here comes the brief introduction of this small but historic town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annecy is situated in the Alpes mountainious area, which is also 34km from Geneva, Switzerland, and . Some background info here:France and Switzerland both wanted to have Savoie as their own territory in the history, therefore Annecy was part of Switzerland and part of France, though it’s a part of France now. And the flag of Savoie now is just like Switzerland’s. Fair enough, fair enough …!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This city is famous for its lake “Lac d’Annecy”. The water of the lake comes from the melted snow from Les Alpes. Clean indeed! My school IFALPES is just by the side of the lake, I can sit on the bank for the whole day and doing nothing, it’s just so relaxing and life-enjoying place, you get no desire here, everything can be left behind, only being with the lake and its mountains…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazes me utmost besides the lake is the sky here. During weekends, there are many small private jet planes in the sky, doing their Spiderman homework.  My window faces east, where there are several peaks of a mountain (haven’t figured out its name yet, but it’s part of the Alpes for sure), I can see sunrise from the cracks of peaks jump by jump each morning around 7.30 to 8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I can’t tell u more, in case u won’t get too jealousy of my small apartment and, haha, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding lah. I gotta do some assignment now. I will write about the French spirit in the next blog, they are not always arrogant and stupid lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I use school wi fi to upload, but next month our apartment will get wi fi as well, so that I can touch u guys more. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-116039108657428143?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/116039108657428143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=116039108657428143&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/116039108657428143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/116039108657428143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/10/bonjour-from-france.html' title='Bonjour from France!!'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-115900408636079430</id><published>2006-09-23T11:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:46:16.070+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Here &amp; See You There</title><content type='html'>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend always told me "Don't say sorry, it doesn't work", yet I still would like to apologize for leaving my blog alone for so long. =P I'm still in China, but going to leave for Annecy next Tuesday midnight. Yes I was supposed to leave on Sep 15, but that ticket was too expensive for me. From middle September to early October, lots of Chinese travel abroad, so the prices of air ticket to Europe were high up in the sky if no booking months before (just like me)...=S So I'd like to give my special thanks to one of my mother's friend who helped me get a cheaper one to catch up with my school open day.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so busy with packing lately. Well, I bet you all have experiences in packing and packing itself isn't that difficult, yet sorting out the clothes you love and take them alone from lots of clothes you love and you wanna wear everyday and being sure that it won't be overweight for plane at the same time is a big pain. X_X  Still struggling lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will firstly fly to Paris from Shanghai(11h), then take TGV to Lyon(3h), a school teacher will drive me to Annecy, where I'm going to spend my coming one year. Annecy is a small yet beautiful &amp; historical town in the Alpes area (pretty close to Mont Blanc, the highest peak in Europe). There is also a lake "Lac d'Annecy"(Lake of Annecy), just like the West Lake in my hometown Hangzhou. Must be very nice for my study in the language and its culture.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm now it's about echo point my blog. I will carry on with this one, same background, same style, yet the content will focus mainly on the life in France, culture shocks, delicious French cuisine, friends, travelling, activities, etc. The life can be totally different from my mother one, good or bad I'm all welcoming them, and will record them here or on paper diary. I think it might be interesting to look at a totally different life &amp; system through my black eyes (with my Asian nose as a co-worker lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I will come here again when get Annecy and find a place to surf Internet.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I will not use my Chinese cell no. anymore from next Tuesday, but you can still catch me through hhmeng@gmail.com or msn birchmeng1016@hotmail.com .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-115900408636079430?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115900408636079430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=115900408636079430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115900408636079430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115900408636079430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/09/goodbye-here-see-you-there.html' title='Goodbye Here &amp; See You There'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-115640798749578424</id><published>2006-08-24T10:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:26:27.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the visa!</title><content type='html'>I got the visa!&lt;br /&gt;I got the visa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take off on 15 Sep. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-115640798749578424?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115640798749578424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=115640798749578424&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115640798749578424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115640798749578424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-got-visa.html' title='I got the visa!'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-115496309278099330</id><published>2006-08-07T17:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T17:20:09.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>take a short break^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/84/209074963_207f41e15d.jpg?v=1154962490"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/84/209074963_207f41e15d.jpg?v=1154962490" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sweet bite from Wuzhen ("the town of black color" in Chinese, coz of their black roof and white wall) ee's home town, Heather is bored of standing still or waiting, and cannot wait to dig the fun of life on her own with her old buddy canon. She will for sure head back soon, with some more pics. (As being noted by her,"it won't be some specific voyage or something, just to record life wherever it is, as picking up the old habbit and passion for life")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather will miss you, echo point's dear dear visitors &amp; commenters. &lt;br /&gt;Au revoir &amp; Bonne chance.=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-115496309278099330?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115496309278099330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=115496309278099330&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115496309278099330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115496309278099330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/08/take-short-break.html' title='take a short break^^'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-115479102347374890</id><published>2006-08-05T17:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T17:17:03.490+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Step Forward^^</title><content type='html'>I had my visa interview yesterday, it was smoother than I thought. Now I need to wait again, for like 2 or 3 weeks. And then, we will be clear of the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid guy treat me like a fool today. =S And I was so stupid that I believed him!!! Well, but trust lives only once, so~~ goodbye bastard, you are kicked out of my world. But before I kick you, please return the three albums from Gorillaz, which were gifts from a important friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New life starts tomorrow. I will pay a short trip to EE(Trinity)'s hometown. &lt;br /&gt;We can live only once, I choose to be happy this time. I deserve a happy life, and bastard deserves a basterd life I know. Hee hee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope God and my Grandpa will bless my visa, it's really important for me.&lt;br /&gt;Please and thank you.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-115479102347374890?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115479102347374890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=115479102347374890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115479102347374890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115479102347374890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-step-forward.html' title='A Big Step Forward^^'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-115436295650352971</id><published>2006-07-31T17:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T18:30:00.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' Better</title><content type='html'>I do need to apologize for leaving such a miserable post last week and never showed up for a while. That's really bad and childish I know, so I really need to give my friends or droppers-by of echo point a big hug and "Thank You", as your comments and emails really cheered me up, feelin' that I'm being cared about. =) Sweet to have you all here, maybe my English sounds bit awkward but I mean it sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting happened last weekend. &lt;br /&gt;1. On Wed, I came across a very old classmate (whom I haven't contacted for 8 years since graduating from junior middle school) on a serial dinner organized by expats living in Hangzhou. She doesn't change a lot, I mean I can still grab her out in the crowds without thinking for another second.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Since I quit the job in south and heading back to Hangzhou, I've lost contact with Andrea the Italian stylist in HF. He did left me the tel. no. but weird that I could never get through... X_X He was really a nice co-worker and friend, another typical Gemini, big loss for losing contact. So last Sat morning, I woke up at 5.45am and went jogging along the lake (for the 1st time of coz). I planned to take a bus first heading to north bank and to run to the west; but some prob happened to the bus which never showed up for like twenty minutes (long queue already), so I changed the routine and ran directly to the south bank (i live in south-east part of the lake). That's where I came across Andrea!! Maybe God knows me well (I like surprise), so when my ipod was playing Jason Mraz's "Life is wonderful" (yes another coincidence), Andrea showed up right beside of me. Well, all I can say is that the world can be so big sometimes, while it can also be so small other times. =) I'm really happy to see him again, in such an interesting way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My cousin Lee finally made the appointment with me that he wanted to introduce his gf formally to me. We met outside a cinema and headed to a Starbucks. When I saw they two showed up, I was like "wow"... His gf wore the same clothes as I did, the same style of tee-shirt (different colors), and same styles of denim skirt with color washed. I can't say I like such coincidence honestly. But the later I find we were pretty much into blah blah lol. I liked her I should say. And I'm so happy that Lee is with her now, they look great together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something interesting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the Chinese Valentine's Day. Sam is away and I've got some little prob with him lately, so I'll have to celebrate all alone. But later in the afternoon, a very close friend (we've been in friends for 10 years,wow) called and would like to hang out. We had two plates of big shrimps, yummy~~ I found a very cool leather ring and a unique key ring.=) Gotta take them to Annecy later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess God did hear me complaining last week, and he made my friends come over and over to comfort. Sweet really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still a bit bored of waiting for the visa interview, how come that they are so slow (hope visa officers won't visit echo point). =S But look at it another, it leaves me more time to get 100% prepared, right! So everything would be perfect if I can fix the thing happening between S and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless &amp; World Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-115436295650352971?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115436295650352971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=115436295650352971&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115436295650352971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115436295650352971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/feelin-better.html' title='Feelin&apos; Better'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-115375448611175390</id><published>2006-07-24T17:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:21:26.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>D@mn it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4382/1781/1600/Crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4382/1781/320/Crying.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel wholy crap lately.&lt;br /&gt;More like a loser, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;I feel nobody to trust, or talk to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all by myself, though I'm in the crowds everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Tears come down now and then, it's been a hard time for me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-115375448611175390?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115375448611175390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=115375448611175390&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115375448611175390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115375448611175390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/dmn-it.html' title='D@mn it!'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-115362705995481986</id><published>2006-07-23T04:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:17:29.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What If Jacqueline Is a Boy</title><content type='html'>*What if Jac were a boy, everything could be different. Yet I'm still happy that Jac is a "she", and we can be best friends forever. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4382/1781/1600/032723.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4382/1781/320/032723.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I got the 4th package from her, since I quit my job heading back. The first package was the clothes which I left in the washing machine in my apartment (yes my crappy memory I've mentioned it several times), Kaiser &amp; her farewell gifts. The 2nd was a small collection of Jimmy the artist from Taiwan. The 3rd was a big package: a coffee pot which I have't figured out how to use so far, a book written by an American woman about life in France, a small pucca cell hanger, a weird but awesome papercut knife (she knows that I am a big fan of new weird stuffs), hundreds of photocopies of how to make coffee. (I just realize that why she sent me that coffee pot. Southern China is pretty warm even in winter, I wasn't quite used to the climat there and yawning day and night became a big prob to me, so I sticked to coffee everyday, and I told Jac someday I gotta have my own coffee machine in the apartment, a better one than the brown one in the pantry, like those in the starbucks. I know starbucks isn't the best, but am a big fan of their orange lights, roof, big green umbrella, green aprons and dark shirts...) And this 4th package this morning is also a book about France, big one (kinda like a lonly-planet-special-edition-for-the-chinese-student-who-gonna-study-in-france, including every info I need)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac told me she would send me packages each month. I didn't think about it too much when we said goodbye right downstairs of my apartment, coz many people say so when they are facing departure whilst most of whom forget about promises when they get used to the new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me moved isn't because the sweet gifts she gave me (they are very sweet but I'm not a material girl, yes maybe sometimes a bit, I buy what I want myself most of the time though, never use people to get what I want), but that I always argue with Jac when hitting the topic of future career. She doesn't like to plan her future, and think things deeply. I can't say I do a perfect job on this either, I just don't like her being careless about her own life! Everytime we end up with hanging on the phone angrily, but every "next time" we talk as if nothing happened before, and got back to the old tough topic again after a few talks.  So I cannot figure out why she doesn't hate me for nosing her life, to be more exact, her way of life so often. (If someone meddle too much about my life, I will for sure never send this friend gifts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say how great love is and what great things love can do; but for me, I only find friendship can be that great, and love is just a luxury (normal that you never get it and lucky that you've already had it), without which life can still move on as long as there is friendship somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if Jac is a boy..." I wish this kind of "what if"s never happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-115362705995481986?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115362705995481986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=115362705995481986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115362705995481986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115362705995481986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-if-jacqueline-is-boy.html' title='What If Jacqueline Is a Boy'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-115323604867337027</id><published>2006-07-18T16:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T17:20:48.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Voice Recorder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/53/192621623_923d7fe3e8.jpg?v=1153234526"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/53/192621623_923d7fe3e8.jpg?v=1153234526" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/65/192604156_018b98f878.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/65/192604156_018b98f878.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/77/192604155_ddf4d6cc88.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/77/192604155_ddf4d6cc88.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/61/192604154_cd334e11de.jpg?v=1153232848"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/61/192604154_cd334e11de.jpg?v=1153232848" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a blog pal - samsum yepp' yv-120 the digital voice recorder. =P I take it everywhere with me, and I can do voice blog when I feel inspired to blog but no computer or Internet available at the moment. I tried a couple of times today, still blog in English even it's a voice blog (gotta be equavelant to echo point right?!), it sounds &amp; feels like a street interview @  npr.org hee hee.:) I like it and enjoy it a lot. Originally, this recorder was supposed to help me survive from the mass attacking from French the  language after arriving @ Annecy this Sep. Since it's still the summer vacation, I give this newbie a nice internship, sounds more like I introduce a girlfriend for echo point, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to buy it the weekend before, but didn't bring enough money and I thought I could wait and see some other brands for comparison. Later i found the more I wandered in the electronic market, the more I love this yepp' one. So here we go, Dad took it home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... Well, there is always a "but"!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it has a small prob with my Mac. The format of the record voice is ".vyf", I can use a software on PC to convert it into ".wav" so that it can be played by computer media players. The "but" is that the converting software doesn't work with my mac, which means I cannot play the record voice on mac. I am wondering that many musicians choose Mac, so there must be a software making it possible, right! So there are three solutions:&lt;br /&gt;i. Find a musician to be my bf, so that I can use his mac with the special software all the time without being kickass.&lt;br /&gt;ii. Find a PC boy to be my bf, so that I can use pc with my converting software all the time without being kickass.&lt;br /&gt;iii. Drop in the Mac aftersales Dept. here for help, so that I can... Nobody dare to kick my ass in any aftersales dept. right?? Muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac is too cool to become troubless sometime. It's just like a naughty kid, he is cool and cute and lovable all the time, but he doesn't like normal way and you know you like his being abnormal way. So what can we do? I've chosen Mac, I do want the cool and unique point, I do have to be tolerant. Still deserve it, when I'm with my Mac in a street cafe with dozens of eyeballs staring at the lighting apple on the top of the laytop. :) OK, I'll shut up for making ad for Mac. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on enjoying my voice recorder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-115323604867337027?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115323604867337027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=115323604867337027&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115323604867337027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115323604867337027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/digital-voice-recorder.html' title='Digital Voice Recorder'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-115310726823227630</id><published>2006-07-17T05:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T05:37:00.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All That I Need to Do Is Waiting</title><content type='html'>I just checked the French consulate site. It informs me that the payment for my interview has been received, and my materials are now being checked for the validation. I will have to wait for a few days,  once they are confirmed I will be able to choose the date for visa interview. I don't feel as much nervous as a couple of months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam is back home for a 2.5 weeks' holiday. When he is not around, I find my life is a bit bored without his daily complains, which I disliked when he was around. Weird me...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I can wait, wait for my visa, wait for Sam (and his gifts muahahaha!!!). &lt;br /&gt;All that I need is some luck from God.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-115310726823227630?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115310726823227630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=115310726823227630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115310726823227630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115310726823227630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-that-i-need-to-do-is-waiting.html' title='All That I Need to Do Is Waiting'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-115293881397698684</id><published>2006-07-15T06:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T17:52:43.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>my best friend is engaged^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4382/1781/1600/i-love-you1280x1024.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4382/1781/200/i-love-you1280x1024.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aww a flat is SO expensive lately... What do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;"Let's get married."&lt;br /&gt;"??!!@#$^&amp;*"..."Are you asking me if I want to marry you?"&lt;br /&gt;The boy looked very shy in front of the girl he feels more like a family, and he said "Yes".&lt;br /&gt;The girl bursted into laughter (not b/c she thought it was a ridiculous question or she didn't love him, but she never found the guy being so nervous and shy), and she gave him a big hug and nodded yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How sweet!!!" After Trinity (aka ee) told me her story and I couldn't help jump from the chair and gave her a big "WOW" and "Congratz".(Trinity was my best friend through college. She would be my type of the girl if I were a guy. She's cool, independent, charming, but never the flirting hooker type.) She said her boyfriend fiance now was much more a reponsibility guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the only thing bothering me"she continues" is that he is a bit popular among girls."&lt;br /&gt;"It's not like that ee, I know this."Yes I do know this. &lt;br /&gt;"It's like me, a very easy-to-get-alone-type, I have a lot of friends, male friends and female friends, sometimes I'd like to be with them for fun, for teasing, or a bit dumb jokes; when i was having fun with them, I always though of my bf, he is always there inside my brain, a disreplacable role you know. So I guess so is your bf. He likes having a lot of friends, including some female friends, but he loves you so deep that not any pretty-faced girl can do any effect on this. He loves you babe. if he doesn't, he would never let you know the fact that he got so many friends, female friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trinity sent me back a sweet :-) &lt;br /&gt;"How about you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Still the same since last chat lah." I went on, "Everyone's getting a happy ending, so where is my ending?? Seems that I have to wander and wonder for another long while before God designs a happy ending for me." My face was like this =S when I think about my life.&lt;br /&gt;"Babe everyone has a different way to walk on, you choose the way initiating with 'wandering first', so you need to be patient, you will get what you want someday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, it's always like "You will get what you want... Impossible is nothing... Just take some time... There is always someone waiting for me there..." . Yeah, i think too much again... At least I have Sam now. (Sam said my psychological age was like 12. According to my mom, I was older, 15 perhaps...!! So yes, that's why it takes me some more time to find a happy ending lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Trinity a sweet sweet life ahead. =) i want to be your no.1 bridesmaid, EE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qspu0JVyLT0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qspu0JVyLT0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; First came across this video from Björk at Sam's place. I didn't like Björk when I was in college, and weird that I'm now so much for her. =) She's cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-115293881397698684?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115293881397698684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=115293881397698684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115293881397698684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115293881397698684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-best-friend-is-engaged.html' title='my best friend is engaged^^'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-115262396696440274</id><published>2006-07-11T14:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:47:51.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Bleus</title><content type='html'>Italian took the cup home finally. Zizou ended up with a red card, leaving the audience, the stadium, the cup, and the career. Happy ending happens but not for every one. I thought Italian team was a beautiful but badlucky team, they always lacked a small help from the God; Freach team, like les Gauls, they never hustle, never too much efforts... Just the point was what they are for, and luck was always around them except this time. I don't like Italian after the final, not b/c they got the cup (someone has to win/lose), but the ugly stuffs they did to Zidane. (if you don't know what happened to Zidane aka Zizou, you can google it=). Just watched the news, saying that French people don't care so much about Zidane the hero and his red card, Chirac even made speach to appreciate this great player. Yes, that's what a real hero deserve, at least he is human beings not God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a big fan of football, and I only started watching football in 1998, the French World Cup. I like football players more than football itself. My fave player is Michael Owen, and after '06 world cup, I start to like Henry, Ribery, Thuram... They are not the most goodlooking ones, but for sure they are the most harding working ones on the green field! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a couple of match with some crazy French football fans here in Hangzhou &amp; Shanghai. I am really impressed by their passion towards football and patriotism. Like or dislike les frençais, I'm sure you will be amazed by them when you are in the crowds hearing two or three hundred people singing "La Marseillaise" together with the players and their president at the other side of the earth on screen at 3 o'clock of a rainy morning. Football is really a great sport, even more powerful than money, politics, war. Reasonable that hundreds of millions of people are crazy about it, and possible that this hundreds of millions of people can do the same thing (stare at the tv) at the same time regardless where is the sun what time is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you amazed? I'm amazed! It's part of unique culture of this blue planet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/45/182376960_e5d2a4aba2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/45/182376960_e5d2a4aba2.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/58/187273778_f0bbf4a1e1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/58/187273778_f0bbf4a1e1.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/70/187273780_558792b01e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/70/187273780_558792b01e.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/66/187273782_c7097da014.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/66/187273782_c7097da014.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/67/187273783_1c861648af.jpg?v=1152625129"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/67/187273783_1c861648af.jpg?v=1152625129" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-115262396696440274?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115262396696440274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=115262396696440274&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115262396696440274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115262396696440274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/les-bleus.html' title='Les Bleus'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-115253723358025897</id><published>2006-07-10T14:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T15:19:51.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>落了单...</title><content type='html'>大清早，跟着一群失落的法国人走在大街上，我落了单。&lt;br /&gt;输球，他们失落；&lt;br /&gt;落单，我郁闷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一直觉得自己应该学会满足快快乐乐简单生活，拒绝胡思乱想。&lt;br /&gt;我可以做到简单快乐，但是我一直不知道怎么阻止自己随风乱飘的思绪。&lt;br /&gt;是个血性文艺青年吧，也许吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和人交往的开始我总是占据主动，也特别积极，点子很多。可是我太容易厌恶了。新刺激过分专著，让身体容易缥缈起来。这样的结果只能是重重的摔下来，头破血流。伤了别人更伤害自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;何必？！&lt;br /&gt;完全可以闭上眼睛摒住呼吸塞上耳朵，简单地靠在他怀里享受胸腔的温暖和对于温暖的那么一丝丝遐想，当然是美好的想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们可以是一个世界的人，只是过分的敏感让细小的差异被无限放大了，感觉象火星人与金星人。&lt;br /&gt;其实是自己让自己落了单，也让他落了单。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要向前猛跑啊，赶上他的脚步。&lt;br /&gt;没有人会被落下了！&lt;br /&gt;生日快乐，宝贝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry if you don't speak or read Chinese. I'm so much in the mood to blog in Chinese these days. Mother tongue makes it easier for me to express myself properly and deeply sometimes. ＝） The world cup is done, I will blog about it in the next post. &lt;br /&gt;PS. Bon Anniversaire, Samuel Lécrivain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-115253723358025897?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115253723358025897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=115253723358025897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115253723358025897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115253723358025897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='落了单...'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-115159802852306604</id><published>2006-06-29T17:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T18:20:28.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'>manage a relationship</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm turning my weblog into a more love affairs blog. But anyway, I am in a low mood of almost everything lately. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch a fashion show this evening. Not brandy stuff, but a promotion of a west lake related concepts. I am pretty into models' "messy hair", like a big explosion just happened to them. =) Oh yes about the managing a relationship thing. I saw Sam after the fashion show. I don't know what's wrong with him, he is supposed to be happy since he's finished the big brain-cell-murdering project. Then we talked about the whole thing. He liked to enjoy life, crazy relaxed funny life, but I like quiet peaceful and sometime a bit crazy life. What I like utmost is sitting down and talking to him with a cup of coffee or juice, but he enjoys me popping up and down like a rabbit with beats of music. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can we manage well a relationship normally? I mean in most of the circumstances, people are different before they know each other, but after getting together, they change a bit to serve each others' appetites, but how i mean H-O-W do they change normally? For sure it can't be one person change 100% to become totally another one to match the other part. And also there's the cliche goes like "I like you for who you are, for me being myself with you", but I guess most people won't be OK as quoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam said I just thought too much. Perhaps I am too much feelings-oriented, but he just enjoys life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-115159802852306604?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115159802852306604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=115159802852306604&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115159802852306604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115159802852306604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/06/manage-relationship.html' title='manage a relationship'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-115120911294840902</id><published>2006-06-25T05:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T06:18:32.970+02:00</updated><title type='text'>about books</title><content type='html'>It's been a whlie since i finished Mike taylor's "A brand New friend", and my eyes has started starving for a while. I went to the local bookstore in HZ several times, but didn't encounter any interesting stuff. So the past Friday, I finally got the chance to go to SH and got the time to a big bookmall there, YAY! Things are much better in that book mall. More up-to-date and interesting books were available on the shelf now. I picked Nicola Kraus &amp; Emma McLaughlin's "Citizen Girl", about a story of a college graduate girl surviving between dreams and realities on the career point. It's for before-night-sleep, and shuttling-life-between-SH-and-HZ, and also OK-am-bored-again. Besides, I picked a bi-lingual philosophy book "Tao Te Ching". This book is about ancient philosophies from Lao Tzu, written in the ancient Chinese grammar and sentence structure. To be honest, I cannnot quite understand it, so that"s why I chose the one with English translation on the right, I guess it may help me a bit to understand the meaning deep inside. Also good for my translation. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I'm pretty busy. I wrote the study plan &amp; cv (both for visa) in French by myself. They still need modification, but I cannnot help with a big "WOW" when I finished the last word. Having been learning French for so long, but it's my 1st time to write a long artical wholy by myself. *complacent* I have to shuttle a lot between SH and HZ lately. I need a big long enjoyable vorage rest after everything is done, I swear!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-115120911294840902?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115120911294840902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=115120911294840902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115120911294840902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115120911294840902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/06/about-books.html' title='about books'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-115072423600856025</id><published>2006-06-19T14:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:39:57.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'>something about love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4382/1781/1600/Image024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4382/1781/200/Image024.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was quite a poor broke-hearted woman after breaking up with J. Later I found I was not alone. Many friends told me they were struggling above the poverty line of love in life. A female friend J is settled in Australia while her bf is living in Austria, they can only meet each other during the summer vacation and Chinese New Year when they are both back to China mainland; V   is studying in Hangzhou and flying to Sydney this July, the boy she's crazy for is now studying in Australia; B is my cousin, he stayed in Neitherlands for a half year during which his gf was in Shanghai finishing her master degree, later she got the chance to exchange in Neitherlands, but B was exchanged by school to the States for another half year... One thing in common: they all love each other, but cannot be together at the moment due to the distance. If I knew these stories before, I wouldn't be sorry for myself while pissed for J that much. It's something neither of us can decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have Sam. I canot say he is the one, or I love him THAT much. He feels more like a good friend, I can have fun with, talk to, tease, or even kick ass (just a little bit, and mostly on the joking part). He makes my life less bored, though not that colorful. (Hopefully he won't see these words here) He feels very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when we"ve already got someone beside, we always feel not enough. Maybe the one isn't that goodlooking, not caring enough, too short, got big belly, used to be a playboy, a bit lazy, short legs, smalls boobs... but these are just the minor parts that do not matter. What matters is the person itself. As long as happiness is surrounded, then ok, anything is ok for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everyone here has already known these, I'm just too slow to realize them all. -_-o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-115072423600856025?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115072423600856025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=115072423600856025&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115072423600856025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115072423600856025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/06/something-about-love.html' title='something about love'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-115036133029069422</id><published>2006-06-15T10:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T09:31:03.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sinkin' floatin' lovin'</title><content type='html'>^^|||&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys. The cable network at home met some problem in the past few days, I couldn't check email or update blog. Anyway, It's fixed and Heather is back la. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with Sam now. It's been like a month since our first meet. He tried to introduce me to his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time, he took me to his friends, only guy friends, i have to admit I was bored. They were talking about financial stuffs the whole night, beering and cigaretting... Sam and his friends would pop into some other topics to draw me inside, but didn't work much, we (man &amp; woman) focus on different points of one same thing, so I ended up with fooling around with my beer and getting bored. Sam kept apologising for making me bored, but it's not his problem at all. I was wrong at the very beginning. It's not a good idea at all that a woman want to get involved into a guy's conversation like a guy. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, when I was taking a shower after swimming 500 meters (non-stop? Of course no lah! I took a rest every once a while, hehe), Sam called me and asked if I would like to have dinner with his friends, 'another bunch of friends' he stressed. I said no problem on the phone, but I started regreting right after hanging on. Perhaps I would end up with getting bored again. But I really would like to meet his friends... Gee!  I told myself I should hang out with his friends, that's undoubtfully for sure, but I was just unsure about the situation, maybe I did suck in making conversations but I just didn't want Sam think I don't like his friends. My mind kept telling myself I should go, but my body seemed going in a opposite way the whole aftenoon. Before dinner I asked Sam where they would have dinner, if they would come back to downtown for bars, how many people they have, and... I was super nervous you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still jumped into a cab heading to Sam and his friends' dining place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"More than 90% of the worries won't happen." I once came across it on a magazine, and this time it is not bullsh!t anymore!! Sam's friends (guys and girls together this time) are cool, I felt very relaxed and comfortable and happy with them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I won't be that worried or bored any more while being with Sam's friends, I mean as long as I am not the only female there. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-115036133029069422?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115036133029069422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=115036133029069422&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115036133029069422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/115036133029069422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/06/sinkin-floatin-lovin.html' title='sinkin&apos; floatin&apos; lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114969641043169024</id><published>2006-06-07T18:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T18:06:55.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'>crash caculator</title><content type='html'>plz give me another couple of days to come up with a topic to blog. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a crash caculator came across at friend's, it's cool.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.crushcalculator.com/content/love/293954142&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114969641043169024?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114969641043169024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114969641043169024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114969641043169024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114969641043169024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/06/crash-caculator.html' title='crash caculator'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114941130745125195</id><published>2006-06-04T10:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:55:07.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee, comments...!</title><content type='html'>Just noticed that there were some comment fighting around a friend's blog. That is her private journal, she gets the right to write whatever she likes or dislikes, why bother too much with what is black and what is write? Now I just feel ,"Thank God my blog isn't that popular".  I was wondering just now that how come the last nice quotations didn't get commented at all, maybe they were too long and this was the final period of most students u know... And now I'd just shut up, hehe~~ Just in case any comment-leavers would fight with me that way, then for sure, I'd die absolutely like an idiot... I'm very poor at fighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true, I'm very poor at fighting! The very last time I fighted and got the reponse 'oh I thought you were much maturer than that...' T_T (for sure it'd be super embarassing if this person reads what he said to me; but here it's not for revenge or fighting back, just for quotation. Don't feel hurt, i still like you, and I do realize that I was childish, and I wouldn't be like that anymore I promised you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Maybe it's just my little execuses for few visitors here, but that's just why I like echo point not my msn spaces blog which just got too many visitors and gossips. =) Besides, I still welcome all of your comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should come up with a better topic on the next thread, don't want the periodical laziness hit me again. - -0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114941130745125195?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114941130745125195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114941130745125195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114941130745125195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114941130745125195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/06/gee-comments.html' title='Gee, comments...!'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114906462898385940</id><published>2006-05-31T10:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T10:43:15.513+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes'n'Quotes</title><content type='html'>Well, this post is mainly about some quotations that came across and got fond of lately.;)&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today what I overheard started when generic guy A exclaimed “So, I finally went out with Aki.” “Yeah really? How’d it go?” asks his friend. He replies “Pretty good actually, she invited me up to her room after and sucked me off.” &lt;br /&gt;“Wow, I figured she was whorey, but I had no idea!”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah totally. I don’t think I’d want to actually date such a slutty chick.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more please check &lt;a href="http://www.pketh.com/weblog/whats-a-whore"&gt;pketh's&lt;/a&gt;, I'm totally agreed with him, and "I think people who know what they want out of life and do what they can to get it in the most direct ways can be some of the interesting." Why don't we just act more straightforward and make it simpler!? Great post indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;THE INTERVIEW WITH GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I had an interview with God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So you would like to interview me?” God asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you have the time” I said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God smiled. “My time is eternity.”&lt;br /&gt;“What questions do you have in mind for me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What surprises you most about humankind?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answered...&lt;br /&gt;“That they get bored with childhood,&lt;br /&gt;they rush to grow up, and then &lt;br /&gt;long to be children again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That they lose their health to make money...&lt;br /&gt;and then lose their money to restore their health.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That by thinking anxiously about the future, &lt;br /&gt;they forget the present, &lt;br /&gt;such that they live in neither &lt;br /&gt;the present nor the future.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That they live as if they will never die, &lt;br /&gt;and die as though they had never lived.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s hand took mine&lt;br /&gt;and we were silent for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I asked...&lt;br /&gt;“As a parent, what are some of life’s lessons &lt;br /&gt;you want your children to learn?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To learn they cannot make anyone &lt;br /&gt;love them. All they can do &lt;br /&gt;is let themselves be loved.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To learn that it is not good &lt;br /&gt;to compare themselves to others.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To learn to forgive&lt;br /&gt;by practicing forgiveness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To learn that it only takes a few seconds &lt;br /&gt;to open profound wounds in those they love, &lt;br /&gt;and it can take many years to heal them.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To learn that a rich person &lt;br /&gt;is not one who has the most,&lt;br /&gt;but is one who needs the least.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To learn that there are people &lt;br /&gt;who love them dearly, &lt;br /&gt;but simply have not yet learned &lt;br /&gt;how to express or show their feelings.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To learn that two people can &lt;br /&gt;look at the same thing &lt;br /&gt;and see it differently.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To learn that it is not enough that they &lt;br /&gt;forgive one another, but they must also forgive themselves.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for your time," I said humbly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anything else &lt;br /&gt;you would like your children to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God smiled and said, &lt;br /&gt;“Just know that I am here... always.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-author unknown &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, came across this poem on a screensaver ad. Some of God's words are interesting to look at in his way, and I guess maybe that's why he is the God and we are just humankind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114906462898385940?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114906462898385940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114906462898385940&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114906462898385940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114906462898385940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/quotesnquotes.html' title='Quotes&apos;n&apos;Quotes'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114888217858304134</id><published>2006-05-29T07:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T16:41:59.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>spark^^</title><content type='html'>I came across a commercial writer last week, duing to a translation job.&lt;br /&gt;This guy gave me some advice on writing.&lt;br /&gt;And just now I sent some pictures and a self-promotion ad to an email to a local magazine to try out my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if they will be interetsed in my photos and stories or just drop a reply starts with "thank you but...". =/ I got loads of hopes, but don't expect too much (well, I do! But just in case this plenty expectation will bring the disappointment... ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If failed, I will try out another magazine, with a better promotion ad I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/69/155527469_27568fea5a.jpg?v=1148912522"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/69/155527469_27568fea5a.jpg?v=1148912522" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*update*&lt;br /&gt;Bought a pair of sandles tonight. It looks better in real with my feet, I should say. I've already got a pair of linen sandles a couple of weeks ago in a street booth, the embroidery is very attractive to me... =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/73/155527471_16d1307518.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/73/155527471_16d1307518.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/59/155527473_3784d44dc5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/59/155527473_3784d44dc5.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/54/155527472_710812e16b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/54/155527472_710812e16b.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/53/155554134_c26fbb2196.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/53/155554134_c26fbb2196.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/47/155554137_45cf88e041.jpg?v=1148913272"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/47/155554137_45cf88e041.jpg?v=1148913272" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114888217858304134?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114888217858304134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114888217858304134&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114888217858304134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114888217858304134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/spark.html' title='spark^^'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114853281281341137</id><published>2006-05-25T05:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T06:57:37.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>W is my friend</title><content type='html'>W = William&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew him through a translation job last summer. He studies Chinese herbal medecine, and I talked to him a bit with a bunch of other people. He was a bit silent and shy, I thought it was all about it. But he was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then goes to the four month recession. I moved to Canton and worked a bit, losing contact with some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came back. Got back to join this the bunch of old friends here. I didn't see W a lot then. Why?? They told me he's got melancholia (kinda of mental disease which made u into a long-term depression, sleepless at night, uncapable of sensing any happiness and the purpose of being alive on the earth). I considered it as a rumer, coz u know gossip spreaded everywhere all the time... What I wanna say is that I saw him yesterday, and it wasn't rumor. He told me he tried to suicide many times and the scars on his neck and wrist are the prooves. He said he couldn't sense any happiness, and years of sleepless nights are driving him crazy, and death is the only best way out of this mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just sad to hear that. Yet, I don't quite understand his pain. Like I blogged a couple of weeks ago, life is the most important thing in my life which I will never ever give up. Then I took him to a strangers party, I was gonna show him life could be happy and splendid as long as he was ready for the happiness. We did have a lot of fun there, and also a lot of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't want W to give up his life, he is my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114853281281341137?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114853281281341137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114853281281341137&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114853281281341137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114853281281341137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/w-is-my-friend.html' title='W is my friend'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114812521379109240</id><published>2006-05-20T12:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T06:05:25.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day, jeans!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/50/149751459_1ceb3f2a70.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/149751459_1ceb3f2a70.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133 years ago exactly the same day (May 20), the first jeans on the Earth was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, Happy Birthday, dear jeans!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, my laziness is getting too stronge to ignore these days. Some pictures here, and I will come back next week after an important gig. No no, be patient, and I will let you know it next week. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/54/149751458_4642609c44.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/54/149751458_4642609c44.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/33/149751460_f97bebadee.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/149751460_f97bebadee.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/33/150166032_8bcb55cd3e.jpg?v=1148183854"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/150166032_8bcb55cd3e.jpg?v=1148183854" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114812521379109240?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114812521379109240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114812521379109240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114812521379109240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114812521379109240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-b-day-jeans.html' title='Happy B-day, jeans!!!'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114796274902797185</id><published>2006-05-18T16:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T16:32:29.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'>it's done</title><content type='html'>My french course is done, and I moved back to my parent's this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Under the effect of the first typhoon '06, it's been raining cats and dogs for two days... Not a good day for moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nose kept sneezing this whole day, and now it's blowing, and the throat... Err I've got a cold maybe. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need a rest though Zzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114796274902797185?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114796274902797185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114796274902797185&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114796274902797185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114796274902797185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-done.html' title='it&apos;s done'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114749445845960217</id><published>2006-05-13T06:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T06:27:38.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cans &amp; cants</title><content type='html'>I was wandering in Shiloi's flickr. So beautiful! She got the eyes to see the beauty from the tiny little shabby stuffs around us, which I do not have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be mean,&lt;br /&gt;I can be lazy,&lt;br /&gt;I can be selfish,&lt;br /&gt;I can be indifferent,&lt;br /&gt;But I cant lose my passion towards life.&lt;br /&gt;Never...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I get the passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aller aller!!&lt;br /&gt;Mu ha ha ha~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114749445845960217?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114749445845960217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114749445845960217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114749445845960217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114749445845960217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/cans-cants.html' title='cans &amp; cants'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114708306137806171</id><published>2006-05-08T11:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:11:01.400+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch ouch...</title><content type='html'>I was 35 minutes late of the morning class. 20 minutes later, the first session was done, and Xu told me there was a guy jumped into the metro tunnel down stairs and got killed two days ago. After class, I took the metro downstairs home, and wondering why. Life is the most important thing for me, I'm very very scared of death. Next time taking the subway especially in rush hour, I should keep a distance from the track, just in case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left some message to his cell last night. I was nervous everytime waiting the call to get through. I didn't remember what I said, though I did know what I was going to say before that. Just worried I might have screwed it, so I emailed him again several minutes later. This time i remember what I wrote, duing to the complete service of gmail; but I sounded stupid in the email... =/ I tried hard to structure every sentence properly, but right after clicking the "send" button, i realize what I wrote wasn't what i mean. Maybe i've confused him already... Maybe I'm an idiot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past big holidays, besides sleeping and shopping, what I did utmost was staring at screen, waiting for emails, reading comments, and checking the hits rate of echo point, on and on and on... =/ Not so fun, to be honest. Never try it out yourself in the middle of a big holiday, the aching eyes will kill you. (But I do appreciate your visiting to echo point and comments, they deserve the ache on this point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we will do some mocking test. Not a big fan of tests!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on with my pepsi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114708306137806171?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114708306137806171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114708306137806171&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114708306137806171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114708306137806171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/ouch-ouch.html' title='ouch ouch...'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114697845034606224</id><published>2006-05-07T05:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T07:07:31.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lijiang China" by Mama of echo point</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/141737920_953eb7e973.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/141737919_926a7dae12.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/141742077_b707b1c3a1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cloud is going to fall down... Ouch...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/141742078_4133fc3545.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/141746617_492441357b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/141746618_11981bfae2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaditionally dressed ladies walking in the alley in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/141747553_23c6474c85.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be cool lying in the bottom of the lake, watching the blue blue sky and white white clouds through the clean clean water right above wooden wooden eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/53/141763324_81c8bd2e31.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This land was part of the sea many many... many year ago, you can even find the shells there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/50/141763325_87d8366791.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why the colors there are so bright, maybe no pollution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/141763326_c6aff054d7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mama of echo point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---fin---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There are still piles of pictures on the desktop of my computer, here they're just a very small part of them. Lijiang, and also the whole west China is much more beautiful than in the pictures. I've made up my mind to visit that place this summer, June or July maybe. Somewhere pretty close to heaven I guess.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114697845034606224?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114697845034606224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114697845034606224&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114697845034606224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114697845034606224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/lijiang-china-by-mama-of-echo-point.html' title='&quot;Lijiang China&quot; by Mama of echo point'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114690039142844710</id><published>2006-05-06T08:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:26:31.490+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Vs GFriend</title><content type='html'>...I am in the middle of "Brand New Friend" by Mike Gayle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob, a graphic designer living in London, is in a long distance relationship, and his gf lives in Manchester. Technically they are not so far from each other, and they can meet at weekends. But his girlfriend has asked him several times to move together with her in Manchester, but yes or no he never gave out a certain answer. He does want to move together with her, coz she is just his type in every single point besides his ex who asked him to move to the US together but he refused and they broke up eventually. This time, the result could be possibly like it was last time. So he just struggled a lot. Living together with his girl like every normal couples do, that's what he dreams of; but there's always something bothering him, which he cannot leave behind in London, guess what is that! It's not his career, his house (he never has it so he never loses it), his parents... but his friends, whom he hangs out with every two or three days in different bars. What do they do together in the bars? Just gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a novel I know, but I still cannot believe that guys focus on the friendship thing so much, maybe more than women do. And this guy Rob was on the edge of giving up his gf, if he really had to say goodbye to those free gossip days back in bars... I mean even if he moves to a new place say Manchester, he can still keep on meeting new buddies and gossiping, the old ones will be faded in the memory. I don't quite understand Rob frankly. But anyway, he moved to Manchester with gf finally, and the story is still going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to close this thread, a thought poped up: maybe it just varies, for me I like new environment and things; but for some may not. Perhaps it has nothing to do with the gender. Just a matter of characteristics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114690039142844710?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114690039142844710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114690039142844710&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114690039142844710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114690039142844710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/friend-vs-gfriend.html' title='Friend Vs GFriend'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114667054259712270</id><published>2006-05-03T17:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:59:34.166+02:00</updated><title type='text'>'06 Spring &amp; Summer "I love me"  Skirt Edition^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/52/139775902_d816d330ac.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/139775906_99d41fedf6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The skirt was accidentally found in a boutique this winter. It's made of pieces of leftover fabrics (56 pieces altogether except waist bend). Attention, if you are from garments industry: this is a very good way to avoid shading and lower the cost, trust me! But the idea itselt takes some money and time. - -|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---update---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys. I was so careless that I made a stupid mistake on the code of the first picture, that's why we could not see it; anyway, thx to the kind remind from Song, and it's fixed now. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114667054259712270?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114667054259712270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114667054259712270&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114667054259712270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114667054259712270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/06-spring-summer-i-love-me-skirt.html' title='&apos;06 Spring &amp; Summer &quot;I love me&quot;  Skirt Edition^^'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114640719453461270</id><published>2006-04-30T16:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T16:41:04.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Gotta Be Done</title><content type='html'>I'm in the middle of my long holiday (9-day). Mostly relax, but still several gigs(1st time trying out this word, is it right?) should be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arrange the pictures taken in Lijiang by Mom, and post some of them here. By the way, Lijiang is such an amazingly beautiful place! I swear I would do nothing other than displaying the original dis-photoshoped ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Buy a French-English-Chinese electronic dictionary. I am with paperback dictionaries now (the 1st is English-French/French-English, the 2nd is Chinese-English/English-Chinese, and the 3rd is Merriam Webster the 50th Anniversary Edition) so heavy in ONE bag at the SAME time. Therefore, it would be super when I am reading some English or French instructions on a hair removal cream in the bathroom, with a e-dictionary at hand. Faster and easier for sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Filing all the materials from the French class of the past month. Sorting out all the mistakes and write them onto the green-rabbit-cover notebook. This is a big big project for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Turning on the RFI once I'm online. For understanding or amusing, just for some language environment. My teacher suggested this several times, while I never really tried it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Keep on seeking a French tutor to help improving my spoken French. (If any of you have any idea about this, don't hesistate to contact me @ hhment[at]gmail[dot]com Thanks in advance la!!) I don't want to fail the visa interview this summer. The tutor thing is a bit difficult, coz usually French speakers don't like talking to English speakers a lot. Maybe it's like Chinese don't like Japanese , and Dutch don't like German, or something. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Give Daisy the orange wallet when I meet her next time. I've already bought it for a while, always forgot to bring it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Keep on spreading the news that the GForce machine in World Carnival is super awesome (especially when you take it with yourself)!!!! Wanna try it again this summer, definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Try out the booth recommended by Daisy, where they provide the service of doodling stuffs on your jeans and converse. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Be happy and lazy everyday, it's holiday anyway^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114640719453461270?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114640719453461270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114640719453461270&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114640719453461270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114640719453461270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-gotta-be-done.html' title='Things Gotta Be Done'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114596113393726754</id><published>2006-04-25T11:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:32:14.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Horoscope Is Bullshit?</title><content type='html'>I have a friend whose horoscope is Gemini. But we almost quarral 2 or 3 times out of every 4 phone calls, the only time that we don't fight is because I am watching a TV and miss part of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Horoscope Bible, Libra and Gemini are the perfect match (besides which, there are also Aquarius and Libra itself), but actually it sounds more like "the crappiest match". For me, Gemini is a professional joke-spreader, but this Gemini friend is just SO easy to get pissed.  Thank God that we live in different cities, or else I can't believe what I would do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be very much "into" astrology, and now still get some reserved background knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eg.&lt;br /&gt;Libras are usually lazy and pretty (or handsome?); Cancers are very caring and sentimental; Leo always likes to give order; Virgo is a typical perfectionist; Sagittarius is into nothing but freedom; Pisces likes thinking a lot;  Aquarius has lots of weird disunderstandable  idea; Gemini is very independent (my that friend mentioned above is not independent at all); Taurus' mind is among one of the most difficult things on the earth to be changed; figuring out what is Scorpio thinking(this one is absolutely non-bullshit trust me) is even harder than predict the weather of my  next b-day ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't take it too serious,  it varies towards different persons you know right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing pretty interesting is that I have a lot of Cancer friends (just met and got along well, then asked about horoscopes, and accidentally found they were all Cancer), and yes they are very caring indeed. I got 3 Cancers neighborhood back in the college dormitory, and everytime we went out, they would have already considered everything for me. Must be very sweet to have a Cancer parent I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libra, hmm is always on the point of getting balanced. Libra laughs at Virgo's conservatism, while being jealous of Aquarius' isolated uniqueness, which we never dare to chase. Coz Libra is a social animal, no friends no live, unless you want to break the balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice blah ha ha! But I still read astrology a lot online^^o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114596113393726754?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114596113393726754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114596113393726754&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114596113393726754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114596113393726754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/04/maybe-horoscope-is-bullshit.html' title='Maybe Horoscope Is Bullshit?'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114562269129524063</id><published>2006-04-21T12:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:31:31.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the rain, spaghetti, the weekend</title><content type='html'>It was cloudy this morning, cloudy in the afternoon, cloudy at 5.00pm, drizzle at 5.47pm, but raining cats and dogs right after I stepped out of the metro. Still 20 minutes walk to the apartment, while no umbrella is available. It's OK, I like walking in the rain, which I did a lot in high school, especially in summer time. Then I just stepped out of the station,  with surrounding admiring eyeballs saying "Brave, look at that crazy woman..." I knew I made the wrong decision five minutes later. The rain was heavier than I thought. I was having a thick denim coat. Why did I take a coat  everywhere in late April?? My mom is gorgeous, she knew that I would encounter such an evening... (I was wandering at &lt;a href="http://www.diesel.com"&gt;www.diesel.com&lt;/a&gt;  while typing the stuffs above, and their background music, or rhythem to be more exact, is so cool, a bit Africa a bit Asian!! I'm in love with such kind of rhythem these days) The rain was pouring on my head, my backpack, my converse, my whole body... I was embarrassed, I didn't want to act cool in such a cloudburst. It was a long road with nothing but two lines of trees and some cars. No passers-by? No passers-by. Yes it's very rare to find a road being like this in China, except Tibet I mean.  I thought I was the stupidest one walking in the rain, without turning back to the metro station just in case people would say "The crazy girl is back". But when I was about to reach the block area, I saw an aged woman in a white shirt with a red hat was cycling slowly in the rain as if there was no rain at all, I could even see her bra through her wholly wet shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr...Well, at least I'm still lucky enough to have a thick shirt and a denim coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennie invited me to her place the day before yesterday. The other day when she knew I could cook nothing but fried rice and cabbage only , she burst into laughter, and finally made the decision to be my weekly cusine teacher. This week, the subject was spaghetti.  My school finished at 3.30pm, earlier than her getting-off-work-time, so I was sent to buy the raw spaghetti, and some kind of herb according to Jennie. Unfortunately I forgot the name of that herb, and I am a layman of western food (I only know pizza, cheese, Italian noodle,croissant, steak, that's everything in my mind) So difficult to find that kind of herb for me (also ain't easy to find the spaghetti; before I go and find sth, I should know what it is at first right?). I seeked help from shopkeepers, they tried to help  but not much helpful. Then I just shouted "HELP" as some white person passed me. At least he ate more western food more frequently than I did. I waved the bag of spaghetti to him,&lt;br /&gt;"Could you..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, spaghetti! How do you  know I'm Italian?"&lt;br /&gt;Magic! Then I found the herb, and an extra bottle of tomato sauce with his help. That Italian insisted that I should try out the tomato sauce, it'd be delicious with spaghetti...&lt;br /&gt;Later, according to jennie, I bought the wrong herb; and source with spaghetti was a lazy way of making Italian noodle. Actually Jennie said home-made source was much better.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, perhaps that "Italian" was fake lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom flied to west China for holidays. She wanted to cheer up after that heartbroken thing last week. Dad phoned me that he was thinking perhaps getting another dog would make mom feel better.  I don't know. I admit I'm a dog fan. But Ben just died with big pain within a week, and I bet I wouldn't treat the new dog any good once I think of the old one! Perhaps after a few months it will be a better idea for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still raining outside. Tomorrow is Saturday, nice weather for a sleeping weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plz don't laugh, the feeling has been bothering me for a while, I'm kinda in the mood to write a book. About? Just blahs and gossips like this, do u think I will have readers besides you four? :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114562269129524063?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114562269129524063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114562269129524063&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114562269129524063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114562269129524063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/04/rain-spaghetti-weekend.html' title='the rain, spaghetti, the weekend'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114527439496314485</id><published>2006-04-17T13:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:50:23.973+02:00</updated><title type='text'>contact lens</title><content type='html'>It's my first time to try out a contact lens. Yes it's true. I'm with the framed glasses most of the time, without which I can still see almost everything. I have ok eyes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still talking about my contact lens. It's a pair of black ones. My eyes are originally black according to the picture on the right, err sorry left, but when I see myself in the mirror with my nose kissing the mirror, I find they are kinda dark brown. Nah! I like the white part to be the whitest, while the black to be the blackest. There I go, bought this pair of black lens. They are still many different colors to choose, but the black one is the most perfect color for matching my Asian face. =) Green and blue looks just too fake with my type of nose, forehead, bones... But I once saw a friend wearing the purple one, looks fantastic, and not scary at all! I may try out other colors when I'm getting used to contact lens first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped the afternoon class, went shopping with a classmate, and spent the rest of the day time in a Starbucks near the bar area of Shanghai. Gossip and afternoon sunshine are the hobbies we share together. =P Gossip is bad when everyone is high up in the skp, but you gotta try it when you are down, good for mental health you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just wish to know more friends besides those in the lanuage school, artists are highly prefered!!^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114527439496314485?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114527439496314485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114527439496314485&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114527439496314485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114527439496314485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/04/contact-lens.html' title='contact lens'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114512054270475805</id><published>2006-04-15T18:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T19:02:22.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'>in memory of you, our dear Ben-Ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4382/1781/1600/IMG_4637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4382/1781/320/IMG_4637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So my dog just died an hour ago. I never see my father tearing like this, he just kept saying it was him who brought ben-ben to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had an surgery this afternoon, after which she never woke up. She fighted hard for the whole night, still in vain. We tried to give her the best surgery in town, and she tried her best to live. I kinda understand why my passed-away grandpa came to me so happy last night in the dream, he just loved this dog so much when he was alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed a big box for her, including food, snacks, clothers, toys, covers, plates... just everything. Hope she will have a better life with grandpa in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said when she got home, and Ben-ben was not there welcoming her, she felt helplessly panic. Dad Mom and me, we just made an agreement that we will never keep any pet in this house! It's just so sad to say goodbye, and all the pet-keepers will share the same sad ending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost our dearest buddy dog, in the year of dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114512054270475805?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114512054270475805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114512054270475805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114512054270475805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114512054270475805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-memory-of-you-our-dear-ben-ben.html' title='in memory of you, our dear Ben-Ben'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114507181037908057</id><published>2006-04-15T05:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T05:47:14.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>my weird dreams</title><content type='html'>There's a saying that never share your last night dream with people until you brush your teeth. I've just bruthed my teeth, and now I can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of my grandpa last night.&lt;br /&gt;It was on his funeral two years ago. He was lying there, in the flowers, as if he felt into a deep sleep. I was T_T when I walked towards him, and finally squatted down besides him. I told him that I missed him so much... Suddenly his face started smiling at me, exactly like in the picture taken 5 or 6 years ago which I saw last week at grandma's. Then he got up, sitting on those flowers listening to me. I told him that I quit my last job (which is a very splendid job if I carry on for years ), he nodded his head and smiled back; I told him that I finally decided to go to France, he nodded and smiled back again. Seemingly he supports all my decisions. There were loads of strangers in the dream, didn't know any single of them, but seemed they all knew me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dreams are just dreams.&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit I haven't visited his graveyard since I took last job late last year. Maybe he just misses me so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weird thing is that everytime I sit on Grandma's big comfy bed, I feel so sleepy and tired, and as usual I will take a nap on it. In those naps, I always have the same dream: there's someone hearable while unvisuable pulling my legs, or pressing my back here and there. Like playing some game with little kids. Sometimes I lie down taking a nap, the little naughty dream always happen no matter I'm prepared or not. Her bed is so magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I am a super-natural kid?? Then just let me know will I have beautiful life please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114507181037908057?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114507181037908057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114507181037908057&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114507181037908057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114507181037908057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-weird-dreams.html' title='my weird dreams'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114475485432440937</id><published>2006-04-11T12:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T13:51:36.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>slow down and cheer up</title><content type='html'>Err, hmm, well...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I admit I'm a bit pessimistic the typical Asian, according to &lt;a href="http://www.aminlovewith.com/blog/"&gt;Sof&lt;/a&gt;. =/ But fortunately it's periodical and up to certain conditions. Like my last few days in that town, it was exciting and happy (dinner and parry a lot); now I spend 6 hours everyday on French, thinking about the visa thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just push myself too hard, than I don't feel quite happy. Maybe it's due to the fact that I haven't gone shopping a lot recently. I stayed in a fashion company late 2005 and early 2006, watching them sampling fitting cutting stitching pressing and packaging top brands appeals every day. This really has a "bad" influence over my shopping habit. T_T Now when I pop into a mall, my problem is that I cannot keep my eyes away from those garments which outweight the pink paper (100RMB is pink)in my wallet, while I never support fake brands. If possible, I want to run a brand shop and a cafe named after me someday.^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114475485432440937?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114475485432440937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114475485432440937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114475485432440937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114475485432440937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/04/slow-down-and-cheer-up.html' title='slow down and cheer up'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114451298279880900</id><published>2006-04-08T17:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:16:29.660+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chappie the "evil" is back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Ça va? Send of a msg when u r back in HZ..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this? Jesse? Oh, it can't be. He knew I'd already back home, and he didn't know French, I mean he did knew some, like &lt;em&gt;bonjour, merci beacoup&lt;/em&gt;, but not &lt;em&gt;ça va&lt;/em&gt;. I wish it could be him, but I know it's not possibly to happen. I haven't talked to him for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;"Would you kindly give me some hint about who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Just let of know when you are in HZ, and you will know."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea? Perhaps not, he knew I quit, and he didn't know French either. I've lost contact with him since I quit, I mean who knows maybe he quit from High Fashion either!&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on,  just tell me who are you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I figured out who is this out-of-blue-maker. It's &lt;a href="http://zlwoo.net/"&gt;Chappie&lt;/a&gt;, the-oranged-banana-dutch-born-Chinese-alcoholic-speed-evil-the-comment-maker!!! This dude informed me in comment someday that he might pop up in Hangzhou, and he does, now! (For the background info plz click &lt;a href="http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/03/rocky-wednesday-and-english.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, to see Chappie's comments.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice! It's always nice to see old buddies. Mmha ha ha~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wish Jesse could pop up like this someday. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114451298279880900?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114451298279880900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114451298279880900&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114451298279880900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114451298279880900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/04/chappie-evil-is-back_08.html' title='Chappie the &quot;evil&quot; is back...'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114422818046205407</id><published>2006-04-05T10:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:09:40.486+02:00</updated><title type='text'>turn to blue</title><content type='html'>=(&lt;br /&gt;Not so good today.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the class was talking about visa the whole day. The rejection rate of a French studying visa even reaches 60% in the past two months. Science &amp; technology applicants are the mostly welcomed students who can be issued a visa easily; and art ranks no. 2; unfortunately language and literature are the most easily rejected items. And I just fall in the third ones, I'm applying "applied linguistics" of Univ Lyon 2. I've already passed TEF (the test for applying visa), I took it last year since I would have been in Annecy now if I didn't have taken that job in Shenzhen. Yet, I'm still very possible to be rejected. I don't want a hell rejection stamp on my blank passport!! Can't believe that nowdays a French visa is even more difficult than an American visa, I thought American one was the toughest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is messed up. On my way home, my super big bag hit an very old lady on the pavement, when I was sending a message through cell phone; and I didn't even realized it until the lady yelled at my back. What a shame to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so uncertain about my future. Finding a daily routine job in China, being an office robot everyday all year round even the whole life...if fail to obtain the visa... Can't think of anything worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just hope I'll get the visa, and I won't be that crap this life.&lt;br /&gt;Bless me, God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114422818046205407?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114422818046205407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114422818046205407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114422818046205407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114422818046205407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/04/turn-to-blue.html' title='turn to blue'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114405971077126346</id><published>2006-04-03T11:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T12:21:51.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Keep a Secret?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4382/1781/1600/secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4382/1781/320/secret.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the book that I'm reading.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I didn't got much patient to sit down and finish a whole novel written in English, but this book is one of those rare exceptions. Everything in the novel looks so familiar for us, I bet chicks can sort of find themselves inside and laugh out!! I'm planning of purchasing other books written by Sophie Kinsella, it's just so.. my-type-of-book. Hee hee^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline and Kaiser just phoned me. They are planning to visit Hangzhou this weekend, wow!! Pretty looking forward to the &lt;em&gt;rejoindre&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114405971077126346?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114405971077126346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114405971077126346&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114405971077126346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114405971077126346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/04/can-you-keep-secret.html' title='Can You Keep a Secret?'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114363166771868692</id><published>2006-03-29T12:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:42:47.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky, Wednesday and English...</title><content type='html'>This thread is devided into three parts, talking about Rocky, Wednesday and English respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rocky...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky was from the same university as Heather - ZUCC. I knew him on a compatition and he was my competitor. We didn't contact after that competition, until someday Zong (aka Chappie) popped up in ZUCC with Rainbow and Dora. Then, yes, I finally talked with this guy in person. His language ability is amazing, (he is a creature filled with both talents and wills I should say), but one thing annoyed me was that he always sounded like a professor in daily conversations. Oh, I'm sorry I forgot to introduce Zong here. Zong is an oranged banana - Dutch Chinese (Sorry Chappie if it sounds weird for you, it's my new trying-out=),he studied Chinese in ZJU, while his Chinese tutor was my friend - Rainbow. That's how we meet together, but we haven't contacted a lot with each other since the left of both Zong and Dora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for making it so complicated. What I wanna say is that I just came across a piece of news about Rocky on school bulletin: Rocky is going to the US to study linguistics. I remember Rocky told me once,"I just love American English, I don't like math or French, I sometimes skip those annoying classes just for read Time, or listening to NPR." He is the real language-holic I should say!! I'm happily surprised that he is really into the addiction and going for it!! Sad that I lost his contact after Zong's going back to Holland. Me, I just wander too much before making a decision, I shouldn't be always like that, be a bit more Rocky, Heather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit a bunch of grammer exercises today on the French class. The sentence structures are ok for me, many of them are just like English; but my big pains lie in vocab and le temps. I'm too tolerant towards everything related to vocab and le temps. Maybe it has something to do with my life value and blood type: OK is OK for Heather. Then it's always OK, never better or best. Mistakes canot easily be noticed by me, coz I make them myself all the time. My correct rate of the exercises is around 50%; while theoritically I should master all of them since I've already hit all the grammer of French once last year. I feel so bad about forgetting so much things. I got off at 3.30pm. The school was in downtown, I went to nowhere but MTR heading home directly, I just wanna find somewhere quiet and warm to sit and think about myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;English...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Graham's email right after arriving home. He wrote me back a long email, and corrected the improper usages I made in the previous email I sent to him. I made a lot of mistakes, honestly. After graduation of high school, I totally threw away my English grammer books. I majored in English in college, while grammer was my weakest subjuect. I'm good at sentence structures, but different usages of words is my fatal point; to be more exact, I ignored them all the time. I only focus on general idea, neglecting the essentials of WORDS. This also happens in my French acquirement. Now two letter-oriented languages altogether, which are so different from chacacter-oriented Chinese system. Difficult difficult! But never impossible. Go tryin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good that I finally figured out SOMETHING to blog, and it's a sunny Wednesday and I find out my way.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114363166771868692?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114363166771868692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114363166771868692&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114363166771868692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114363166771868692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/03/rocky-wednesday-and-english.html' title='Rocky, Wednesday and English...'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114318721945122505</id><published>2006-03-24T08:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:00:19.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Color Heart Do You Have?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Heart Is Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/purple.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is about establishing and developing a deep connection.&lt;br /&gt;If it's true love, it brings you more wisdom and inner strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: An afternoon at a tea house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both thoughtful and expressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Understanding&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114318721945122505?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114318721945122505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114318721945122505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114318721945122505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114318721945122505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-color-heart-do-you-have.html' title='What Color Heart Do You Have?'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114312909385469238</id><published>2006-03-23T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T17:03:05.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the old dotted echo point is back=D</title><content type='html'>Hey hey~~&lt;br /&gt;So I got back to the old layout. I am still into dark colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Canon met some problem, then I don't take it with me wherever I go and no pictures coming to blog these days, I borrowed dad's Nikon once, but it's just too heavy to become a portable one. =( PLanning to buy a new one? Not really. I am enrolled in a French training school in Shanghai, I've paid the tuition fee; and besides, I applied a language school and a univ in France, still got pay the registration fee. So a new camera is not settled in the plan yet. My old canon A70 is still cool, besides the 4 AA batteries inside, I admit. It's been with me for years, just cannot throw it away like a piece of second-hand tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new dictionary: Merriam-Webster's French-English Dictionary. I've had a Chinese-French Dictionary already. But u know, I always mix up English and French the two languages, I don't really want English to be a big block inside, so maybe this so-called block can be a big help for French this time, and I won't forget any of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hope so!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, came across &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_lezEvy9T8&amp;eurl="&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://beconfused.com/blog/2006/03/23/george-bush-says-the-wrong-things-again/"&gt;Dew's&lt;/a&gt;. Aww Geroge...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114312909385469238?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114312909385469238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114312909385469238&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114312909385469238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114312909385469238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/03/old-dotted-echo-point-is-backd.html' title='the old dotted echo point is back=D'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114282494400902941</id><published>2006-03-20T03:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T04:47:09.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4382/1781/1600/%E6%BB%91%E5%86%B0%E5%9C%BA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4382/1781/320/%E6%BB%91%E5%86%B0%E5%9C%BA1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss got back after one-week trip to NYC, I told her I finally made up my mind to quit. She said she would let me go, and hoped we could become friends later. Then my colleagues asked me out every night for dinner, for party, for enjoy the last few free days @ High Fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would have any real friends at work, or those friends could hardly become a part of memory, sweet memory. I guess I would simply leave without any hesitation and regrets. When I was sitting in the Bao'an airport waiting for the boarding call, I still thought I wouldn't miss any single of them when I met my old buddies in Hangzhou. Now, I did hang out with my old buddies, and guess what I found? I feel I was so stupid to have that kind of thought,I care about them more than caring about friends here. I miss every funny minute in Shenzhen, away from home but close to fun. Yet, I know the way I am and will be walking on. So it's just the hard temp seperation like always. Time will heal everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big harvest in Shenzhen is being friends with you guys: Kaiser and Jacqueline!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114282494400902941?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114282494400902941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114282494400902941&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114282494400902941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114282494400902941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m home'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114138120806861822</id><published>2006-03-03T10:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:20:08.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>! don't like this layout i</title><content type='html'>This green &amp; orange layout looks cool with netscape on macintosh, while so fat and gay on pc. Now I'm thinking about upgrading the layout again, while I've been fed up with the complicated codes a long long while ago, therefore, I'd probably stay cool with this green one, till someday I'm in the mood. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that I can never make any plans ahead, coz accidents always happen and my plan never works out so far. Yes I love everyday life to be filled with surprises, but this day-to-day surprise kinda makes me losing the feeling of "safety". Nothing is certain ahead for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied a language school in Annecy France late last year. The offer came but I stayed, coz I followed Pat my boss to southern China to open up a career in fashion. I didn't have any regrets until now. Now, I'm applying the same school, coz I find I cannot settle down somewhere before I go out and see how the real world spin everyday. My heart is always flying here and there. Finally I decide to be faithful towards my heart, I choose to leave. No regrets! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still 5 months to go till the school open-day. Travel, re-picking up French is in my plan. I wish i could live everyday life just like leylop, free and random life with a settled purpose! I just don't want to be a loser who stepped into each industry while never get any results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy met some big problem these days. Sometimes I just wonder why bad things always happen to someone who never deserve them!! I've been walking alone for 23 years, almost getting used to this situation. So I chose to stay with him, helping him getting through the hell. I'm not that great gal, I just don't myself to suffer from the inside watching him suffer from the outside. I only love him, and trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114138120806861822?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114138120806861822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114138120806861822&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114138120806861822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114138120806861822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-like-this-layout-i.html' title='! don&apos;t like this layout i'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114122641026358321</id><published>2006-03-01T15:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T16:20:10.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>if there's "someday"</title><content type='html'>This is an old song from Jasmine Leung, "If There's Someday". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with the song kept playing in my head. Then I downloaded the mp3, and it's being repeated again and again on my itune. Well, now this ever-so-closed-someday becomes unpredicted delayed. I can do nothing to improve the condition, not any single thing, never!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, it'll end up like this?? Like an episode of sucking soap opera! Then how come everything happy at the very beginning?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114122641026358321?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114122641026358321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114122641026358321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114122641026358321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114122641026358321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-theres-someday.html' title='if there&apos;s &quot;someday&quot;'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114101565264829076</id><published>2006-02-27T05:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:23:40.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>what should i major??</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='400'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Philosophy&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Philosophy major! Like the Philosopher, you are contemplative and you enjoy thinking about the purpose for humanity's existence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Philosophy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Art&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' 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(PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114101565264829076?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114101565264829076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114101565264829076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114101565264829076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114101565264829076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-should-i-major.html' title='what should i major??'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18255148.post-114035480529993719</id><published>2006-02-19T13:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:20:50.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>went to the town today</title><content type='html'>I planned to buy a hat today, but couldn't find a cool one which fits my head at the same time... =(&lt;br /&gt;Jackie showed me another cool supermarket in Shenzhen, besides the Japanese one in Citic Plaza. This one is full of almost all kinds of alchohol, the quantity of French wine and beer take up the bigger part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy's fave=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/116785836_ec56f9cafb.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are what I bought today, not a lot, but make a guess what is that right top package?? &lt;br /&gt;(hint: Heather is a non-smoker!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/101568745_0a6082af4f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18255148-114035480529993719?l=heatherblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114035480529993719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18255148&amp;postID=114035480529993719&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114035480529993719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18255148/posts/default/114035480529993719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherblah.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-to-town-today.html' title='went to the town today'/><author><name>Totomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159129734730935092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKscZn6DtuM/SlQIfOhmu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4PHUuNtTn5g/S220/SN156591.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
