<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:44:07.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Chris Goes a Long way...</title><subtitle type='html'>Share my experiences with you.
Welcome home~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-5309226764172881927</id><published>2010-03-21T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:04:09.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>Hey blog buddies..&lt;div&gt;I am back.. Maybe you all have already forgotten me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as long as you are reading &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart of writing blog is alive again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was revived of the boredom of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind was blank, hanging around and doing nothing .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As friends advised me to update my blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those day that i left this blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really busy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok well,,, this article is just simply about my return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-End-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310233766563939171-5309226764172881927?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-6915583779549519466</id><published>2009-10-24T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:26:11.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War</title><content type='html'>A foolish war&lt;br /&gt;Not between countries, societies and racial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;It began so unrealizable.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just a small things, crap or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It caused the war,&lt;br /&gt;Between me and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I reveal the cause of the war,&lt;br /&gt;my post will sure become a joke&lt;br /&gt;and I will become a JOKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;I'd said.&lt;br /&gt;I will share my experiences to you all.&lt;br /&gt;Blog Buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was smothering,&lt;br /&gt;wind was twisting smoothly and gently in air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fine day&lt;br /&gt;and that day was a school day, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual,&lt;br /&gt;I will plan to have my lunch with friends in "Belgium".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we went there,&lt;br /&gt;We've meet our intimidate friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them if  HER lover.&lt;br /&gt;But I dunno the one is really treat HER as his lover too or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE chatted happily,&lt;br /&gt;no excuses, no care of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed to be busy chit-chatting and forgot about her.&lt;br /&gt;But he still greeted to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like just too sensitive about.&lt;br /&gt;Wind twisted vigorously,&lt;br /&gt;Sun was dimmed,&lt;br /&gt;Like going to happen a THUNDERSTORM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since,&lt;br /&gt;HER happy face changed rapidly to a sad, and sorrow face.&lt;br /&gt;Mouth was hanging a crooked mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned into a deaf.&lt;br /&gt;Can't hear and can't talk.&lt;br /&gt;Her heart like thousands of needles poked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course,&lt;br /&gt;our mood will sure being corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike her sensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;Act like nobody.&lt;br /&gt;SO, I had scolded her, but I bent my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Her sensitivity is just too impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long the war will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a foolish war&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/6310233766563939171-6915583779549519466?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/6915583779549519466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/war.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/6915583779549519466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/6915583779549519466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/war.html' title='War'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-3795265949084272460</id><published>2009-10-19T18:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:35:48.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guinea pigs</title><content type='html'>I love Guinea Pigs&lt;br /&gt;They are so adorable and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I suddenly fall in love on guinea pigs...&lt;br /&gt;After I have watched the 2009 movie, G-force&lt;br /&gt;I realize they are so cute !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can own one.&lt;br /&gt;But I think Cant&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago ,&lt;br /&gt;I owned a Hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dead in the cage.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sorry to it.&lt;br /&gt;It is in the heaven now..&lt;br /&gt;Living happily than my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I love guinea pigs&lt;br /&gt;I wish to rear them&lt;br /&gt;I will put my effort as much as I can to take care it---The guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Buddies,&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sample picture of Guinea pig.&lt;br /&gt;It's really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.petwebsite.com/guinea_pigs/images/guinea_pig_000001077584Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 269px;" src="http://www.petwebsite.com/guinea_pigs/images/guinea_pig_000001077584Small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.burnsidevet.com.au/files/images/guinea-pig---tan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 312px;" src="http://www.burnsidevet.com.au/files/images/guinea-pig---tan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't it cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-End-&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/6310233766563939171-3795265949084272460?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/3795265949084272460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/guinea-pigs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/3795265949084272460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/3795265949084272460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/guinea-pigs.html' title='Guinea pigs'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-907376063471262484</id><published>2009-10-19T13:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:12:48.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's Dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is real or virtual?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually dream on whatever aspect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love---Friends---Ambitions---Money---Appearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School final exams is ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked like no more aim, target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence ,I dream sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may not come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it can pacify my feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I dream I have become a famous and handsome man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dream appearance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sharp chin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some facial hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thick eye brows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://style.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/tom_cruise.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 500px;" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something like this (except the green eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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;Sometimes I also dream that I am a great  and fabulous pianist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing the Grand one on the dream stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Performing graceful melodies, entertaining the audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I can also sing nice romantic song when playing piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dominicpierssmith.com/images/Dominic_Smith_Yamaha_Pianist_Winner_3.png" /&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&gt;Sometimes I also dream that I can go to Paris with my lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me , I think it is the most romantic place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can stand on top of the Eiffel Tower,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch down the greeny earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.astsports.com.au/data/website/Image/Cricket/Ashes%202009/eiffel-tower-day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man kind is just small enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;Sometimes I also dream I play and shopping happily with friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat delicious Food, enjoy great movies and bla bla bla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/Stv8X9cFxhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UWK9RDscYM4/s320/Taiwan+union+lunch1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so fun .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes I dream I live happily and harmony with my beloved partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No worry , no sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEZgc0bxMIA/SZMoYwMj_dI/AAAAAAAABwE/6Jjh97JzJ-I/s400/HIH+Gay+Couple+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes I wish i am a millionaire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Money, money ,money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wanna be rich!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ndn.newsweek.com/media/25/71014_MoneyHappiness_vl-vertical.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinda silly .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also dream if the world is peace and harmony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No more wars, no argue, no fights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish all  who read my posts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always good in health,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always be happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will continue come to my blog ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-End-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6310233766563939171-907376063471262484?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/907376063471262484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreams.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/907376063471262484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/907376063471262484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/Stv8X9cFxhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UWK9RDscYM4/s72-c/Taiwan+union+lunch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-973606615502408199</id><published>2009-10-19T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:16:20.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologize</title><content type='html'>Recently , My mind is BLANK.&lt;div&gt;No ideas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No thoughts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No consideration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't write a nice post according my mood, minds and feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even now I am still wondering what should I write .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blog had subsided  for about a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No changes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No improvement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outdated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is already stale and rotten in the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please give me some ideas for blogging!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blog buddies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for not updating the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i will try as much as I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post out perfect article, experiences and all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry blog buddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; -End-&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/6310233766563939171-973606615502408199?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/973606615502408199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/apologize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/973606615502408199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/973606615502408199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/apologize.html' title='Apologize'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-8003937660165017108</id><published>2009-10-10T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:38:35.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed Up</title><content type='html'>Waiting waiting and waiting&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do but chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No good friends,&lt;br /&gt;No topic,&lt;br /&gt;No planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a person locked in a room&lt;br /&gt;Blank-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing,wishing and wishing&lt;br /&gt;Finally a good friend appear. By web&lt;br /&gt;Onlining..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White paper is started to be colored.&lt;br /&gt;Room is unlocked&lt;br /&gt;Mind with some ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greeting with a HI.&lt;br /&gt;Curious about him.&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;ask some questions .&lt;br /&gt;Answered politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting happily with friends.&lt;br /&gt;One of the friends is my intimidate ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he's in bad mood&lt;br /&gt;Feels vexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rude replyment.&lt;br /&gt;Enduring not to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it's still irritating .&lt;br /&gt;High pressure.&lt;br /&gt;High temp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer enduring.&lt;br /&gt;Bom !! Explode!! Erupt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/01_02/eruptG1101_468x358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 358px;" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/01_02/eruptG1101_468x358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing with sorrow, anger, and worry.&lt;br /&gt;Three feelings spin in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;The mixture helps me to gain ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To write this post ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-End-&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/6310233766563939171-8003937660165017108?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/8003937660165017108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/fed-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/8003937660165017108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/8003937660165017108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/fed-up.html' title='Fed Up'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-4088429376720636707</id><published>2009-10-07T18:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:05:21.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End     part V</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Producing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;zzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning ,today&lt;br /&gt;It was the most important process of the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;After the processes,&lt;br /&gt;the coffin was then took in a car.&lt;br /&gt;We followed at the back of the car at walk slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  walked from the house to the main road.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the day was a cloudy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were sent to Penang by a bus.&lt;br /&gt;The bus was a part if the package of the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;He was burned as we selected to burn him.( this is a traditional method of handling the deceased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;some ceremonies.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the coffin was pushed into the burning room.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how pain when I was being burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we took our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;WE ate big roast pig and porridge.&lt;br /&gt;Then , I was asked to change the white clothes to red clothes.&lt;br /&gt;It also some kinds of belief of the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back to my aunt's home.&lt;br /&gt;Clearing the surrounding and packing our belongings and preparing to go home.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt, used to lived with him together.&lt;br /&gt;Now, she is alone.&lt;br /&gt;I really worry about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chatting a while, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had left us, to somewhere far , somewhere no pain, no sorrow, no war.&lt;br /&gt;I realised&lt;br /&gt;He had really gone, no more , no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY advice :&lt;br /&gt;Blog buddies! Treasure what you have now !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310233766563939171-4088429376720636707?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/4088429376720636707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-part-v.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/4088429376720636707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/4088429376720636707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-part-v.html' title='The End     part V'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-3357778952998572035</id><published>2009-10-07T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:04:48.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End     part IV</title><content type='html'>I  was fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning ,&lt;br /&gt;Doing same daily activity.&lt;br /&gt;Brush teeth , bath , eat breakfast ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school.&lt;br /&gt;Exam started and ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students shouted freely like imprisoned.&lt;br /&gt;It was only 10 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;The principal not allowed us to get home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But useless .&lt;br /&gt;Many parents had already reached and complained about it.&lt;br /&gt;So, we were allowed to go home at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My another aunt, father's sister, from Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;Flew from Singapore to attend the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad brought me to my aunt's home.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;Black and white， colorless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fold some gold and silver paper for the deceased.&lt;br /&gt;It's traditional.&lt;br /&gt;I also burned some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do except those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some relatives and friends came to visit and console us.&lt;br /&gt;Kindly thanks them at here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt(from Singapore) had reached.&lt;br /&gt;She donated some money to us.&lt;br /&gt;RM3000. The largest amount of donation among the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted there to spend our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;I was forced to be a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip skip skip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night,&lt;br /&gt;the funeral procession started&lt;br /&gt;We prayed and chanting there&lt;br /&gt;Hands were holding a stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to walk surrounding the coffin.&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous when doing that.&lt;br /&gt;But it is a process of the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same process did at the time intervals of 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;More and more guest came.&lt;br /&gt;It was crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot people donating money.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chit-chatting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guest left and taking a packet of sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;I went up and take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows,&lt;br /&gt;I slept till 2 o clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my family havent sleep yet&lt;br /&gt;I went down the funeral to help something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tiring enough.&lt;br /&gt;I slept in the car as there was no place to let me sleep .&lt;br /&gt;at about 5 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back upstairs and slept on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;It is quite queezy but at least better than in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producing &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;z&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;z&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-To be Continue-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6310233766563939171-3357778952998572035?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/3357778952998572035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-part-iv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/3357778952998572035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/3357778952998572035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-part-iv.html' title='The End     part IV'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-8098396230199883060</id><published>2009-10-07T17:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:01:46.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End     part III</title><content type='html'>Snoring unsteadily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;There was a call.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma rushed out of the room and answered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing serious happened&lt;br /&gt;Just my dad informed my grandma that he wouldnt go overseas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then,&lt;br /&gt;I continued to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Same thing&lt;br /&gt;snoring unsteadily&lt;br /&gt;worrying about him&lt;br /&gt;hoping for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light was lit brightly&lt;br /&gt;It's time to wake up to school and exam.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there wasn't any bad news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip skip skip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam finished&lt;br /&gt;It was physics, history and Malay language.&lt;br /&gt;Walking toward the gate of the school.&lt;br /&gt;aiming to went home study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma reached&lt;br /&gt;She said that he is going to heaven, just left some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked and no expression.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i was too shocked to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;We rushed to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reached the hospital,&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to get to the wad.&lt;br /&gt;But the guard not allowed us to pass as the time for visiting is over.&lt;br /&gt;We kept persuading until our saliva dried up.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he gave us 5 minutes to visit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When on the way the the wad,&lt;br /&gt;i met his friend&lt;br /&gt;His friend said that he and her daughters were sent back to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtfully,&lt;br /&gt;we quickly went to my aunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;It was just a stone's throw away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambulance reached.&lt;br /&gt;He was still unconscious lying on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;He was carried by some men to the upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was then placed in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;Suffering and going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men took off the survival items.&lt;br /&gt;He was gasping for air but hadnt dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept talking and whispering to him.&lt;br /&gt;Trying our best to full-fill his desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughters helped to change and wiped his body.&lt;br /&gt;He was then dressed his most favourite shirt and long pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;My sister, grandma and I were then back to our own home.&lt;br /&gt;As we were already called him and saw his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later,&lt;br /&gt;He was announced that he was dead.&lt;br /&gt;That time ,&lt;br /&gt;I dunno even my grandma and sister.&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping at the moment as it was too tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up,&lt;br /&gt;I was informed.&lt;br /&gt;He was dead , and had left  us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner,&lt;br /&gt;I went to my aunt's house again.&lt;br /&gt;The funeral procession was on the way of preparing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was located in his house, coffin.&lt;br /&gt;I was not dare to see him in the coffin at the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see at last.&lt;br /&gt;He had changed.&lt;br /&gt;His face, narrow and thin.&lt;br /&gt;Pale and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people there had numb look.&lt;br /&gt;Sad and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied  at there as the next day will be English exam.&lt;br /&gt;I studied a poem titled "There have been a death at the opposite house"&lt;br /&gt;The poet described it as same as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies..&lt;br /&gt;2 hours passed&lt;br /&gt;My grandma came to fetch me back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When back to home,&lt;br /&gt;I lay on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;I was fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-To be Continue-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310233766563939171-8098396230199883060?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/8098396230199883060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-part-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/8098396230199883060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/8098396230199883060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-part-iii.html' title='The End     part III'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-6018990409667427957</id><published>2009-10-07T16:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:59:16.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End     part II</title><content type='html'>She is just too filial piety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This condition remained constant for about 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of a sudden,&lt;br /&gt;His legs was totally no energy.&lt;br /&gt;Disabled&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the bed with a crooked mouth. Sad&lt;br /&gt;He wished to walk around&lt;br /&gt;But no people had the energy to carry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt&lt;br /&gt;Fed him, helped to bath, changed his clothes and other daily activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week passed&lt;br /&gt;He was advised to hospitalize.&lt;br /&gt;So did him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stayed at the Seberang Jaya General Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Every weekend ,we whole family go visit him.&lt;br /&gt;But my aunt&lt;br /&gt;without leaving him-daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt seemed to be exhausted&lt;br /&gt;so my mom and my second aunt decided to help so.&lt;br /&gt;Alternating to care him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This repeats , repeats and repeats.&lt;br /&gt;Finally that day,&lt;br /&gt;It's my aunt's turn.&lt;br /&gt;That night my aunt cared him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue,&lt;br /&gt;his hands shook strongly, uncontrollable。&lt;br /&gt;My aunt quickly informed the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor rushed to the wad.&lt;br /&gt;But he explained that he is just cold.&lt;br /&gt;It was not caused by the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes passed&lt;br /&gt;His hand shook non- stop&lt;br /&gt;Doctor came again.&lt;br /&gt;This time,&lt;br /&gt;She realised that why his urinary bag didnt contain any of urine.&lt;br /&gt;Started to doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor suggest some surgery method.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt cant make a well decision.&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;She called my mom&lt;br /&gt;My mom didnt answer the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Several times.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to connect the line.&lt;br /&gt;So she called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered politely&lt;br /&gt;Asking what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;She didnt tell me anything.&lt;br /&gt;Just asked whether mom in or not and asked me to inform mom that she did call before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She revealed some to me.&lt;br /&gt;She said it is about an emergency thing about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised to help her.&lt;br /&gt;When mom back&lt;br /&gt;I told her.&lt;br /&gt;My whole family rushed as fast as light to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey,&lt;br /&gt;My dad drove recklessly.&lt;br /&gt;I scared we were involved in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately,&lt;br /&gt;we did not.&lt;br /&gt;We reached the hospital safely.&lt;br /&gt;Dad dropped us at the front door of the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt care any of our image. Worrying&lt;br /&gt;WE reached the wad of him.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing both my aunt's eye frames with tears.&lt;br /&gt;He wad being rescued in the emergency room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's tears were condensing and accumulating in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;He was rescued and we were permitted to visit him.&lt;br /&gt;He was unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;But I knew he can hear us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughters of him&lt;br /&gt;My aunts and mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes with tears&lt;br /&gt;Heart with millions of needles&lt;br /&gt;Crying ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried wake up him&lt;br /&gt;But useless&lt;br /&gt;They talked a lot to him&lt;br /&gt;Saying that they will care themselves or each other .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in and called him&lt;br /&gt;Shirtless&lt;br /&gt;Equipped with survival machine.&lt;br /&gt;Looked suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night wad day before exam.&lt;br /&gt;So I must get home early.&lt;br /&gt;Dad fetched me back.&lt;br /&gt;He's actually going to Philipine the next day.&lt;br /&gt;But canceled at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching home,&lt;br /&gt;I prayed sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that he will recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switched off the light and turned on the night light.&lt;br /&gt;Snoring unsteadily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-To be Continue-&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/6310233766563939171-6018990409667427957?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/6018990409667427957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-part-ii_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/6018990409667427957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/6018990409667427957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-part-ii_07.html' title='The End     part II'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-4031491300001148054</id><published>2009-10-07T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:54:53.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End     part I</title><content type='html'>This was so unexpected to happen,&lt;br /&gt;But it really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a strong and healthy man&lt;br /&gt;Exercised frequently&lt;br /&gt;and lived simple and unadorned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved to do gardening.&lt;br /&gt;We considered that he had green fingers.&lt;br /&gt;A wilt and dying plant will regrow under his care and cultivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month ago,&lt;br /&gt;his legs suddenly lacked of energy.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to walk unless with crutches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face no longer with a smile&lt;br /&gt;no longer happy&lt;br /&gt;Life seemed hopeless and helpless to him.&lt;br /&gt;His happiness was switched to sorrow and pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately,&lt;br /&gt;His daughter, my aunt&lt;br /&gt;cared him like a baby&lt;br /&gt;She stopped her work&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home and cared him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His life started to improve better.&lt;br /&gt;A slight smile hung on his face.&lt;br /&gt;But we can still know that he was quite unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;The smile was just  to gloss over his suffers and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always were to visit him when we were free enough.&lt;br /&gt;Sent our regards to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt brought him to see a doctor, Doctor Suan.&lt;br /&gt;She said that he was just old enough and it was normal for those old man.&lt;br /&gt;He was 82 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt cares him daily and daily,&lt;br /&gt;to full-fill his desire.&lt;br /&gt;Funny was&lt;br /&gt;He always juggled my aunt&lt;br /&gt;Commanding her to do some minor things&lt;br /&gt;Take the specs, change the pillow and so on.&lt;br /&gt;But my aunt was willingly to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just too filial piety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-To be Continue-&lt;/span&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/6310233766563939171-4031491300001148054?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/4031491300001148054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/4031491300001148054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/4031491300001148054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-part-i.html' title='The End     part I'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-6995957145534592529</id><published>2009-10-04T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:44:58.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;28/9/2009 &gt;&gt;&gt; 6/10/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe all SMJK Jit Sin students know this period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's EXAM !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy and insane as so early exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's also some undiscovered benefits..&lt;br /&gt;For me , I think students can relax earlier( after exam).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some of my friends&lt;br /&gt;Their hands were keep holding a book nowhere they were..&lt;br /&gt;Even at the canteen, assembly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppositely I'm not&lt;br /&gt;My mind keeps telling me that I still have a lot time to prepare it&lt;br /&gt;But actually it's only  left about 2 weeks to exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home , after bath , meal&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are so tired and almost closed&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to tank it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;I've beaten by the king of slumber.&lt;br /&gt;I lay on my bed and start producing &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept 3 hours then start studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1s&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;2s&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;3s&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;4s&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;5s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed orderly&lt;br /&gt;My favourite tv program started&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;I won't miss it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus!!&lt;br /&gt;I realised I dont have much time to study .&lt;br /&gt;But I behaving the "timetable" of my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends&lt;br /&gt;I stay at my parents house&lt;br /&gt;That mean I stay at my grandparents house during weekdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents house are accomodated with high tech features&lt;br /&gt;Computers, wide screen television, play stations and so on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distractions, distractions !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to them&lt;br /&gt;Playing non-stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now ..&lt;br /&gt;When I am writing this post, I am considered as addicting to it.  Blog&lt;br /&gt;My test is coming tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Luckily&lt;br /&gt;I am quite well-prepared&lt;br /&gt;Except the history subject&lt;br /&gt;It makes me headache...&lt;br /&gt;Nabi Muhammad s.a.w ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Buddies&lt;br /&gt;Do not ever join Islam!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am an anti-Islam person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is approaching nearer and nearer to me&lt;br /&gt;After exam&lt;br /&gt;I will described myself as like the bird out of the cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow exam ~&lt;br /&gt;Bye blog buddies&lt;br /&gt;Be right back in the following week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-End-&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/6310233766563939171-6995957145534592529?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/6995957145534592529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/distractions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/6995957145534592529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/6995957145534592529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/distractions.html' title='Distractions'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-4289413817935991022</id><published>2009-10-03T11:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:42:29.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mooncake festival</title><content type='html'>Blog Buddies!!!! Happy Mooncake Festivals!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wink~&lt;br /&gt;2009’s Mooncake Festival come again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not so excited and lively  as pass years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can see some of my neighbours hanging  multi-coloured lanterns around their houses.&lt;br /&gt;It is quite nice and attracting sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping complex is selling lot of moon cake&lt;br /&gt;Many kinds of flavour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat moon cake&lt;br /&gt;because of the egg yolk inside it..&lt;br /&gt;So i can only stare at those moon cakes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately&lt;br /&gt;My grandma went to the market and bought some jelly moon cakes for me&lt;br /&gt;It is transparent and fruit filled inside it .No egg yolk&lt;br /&gt;Orange, Lychee, Kiwi, Coconut, Pandan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it is not as traditional as the real moon cake&lt;br /&gt;But the meaning of eating it is same :&lt;br /&gt;"Celebrating Mooncake Festival "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon tonight will be a Full Moon&lt;br /&gt;The brightest, round and biggest moon throughout the year&lt;br /&gt;So, blog buddies&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every  mooncake festival of the year,&lt;br /&gt;My brain will sure automatically recall pass years memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying dragon-shaped lantern..&lt;br /&gt;walking along the dark and dull street with some of my friends&lt;br /&gt;Our lantern lit the street&lt;br /&gt;Singing along it&lt;br /&gt;making the street back to life again&lt;br /&gt;Full of noise, happiness, and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was very fun and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years later...(now)&lt;br /&gt;the street no longer alive,&lt;br /&gt;Dead in the silence,&lt;br /&gt;Dark like hell,&lt;br /&gt;Becomes the habitat of some darkness creatures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not dare to walk along it&lt;br /&gt;Unless I have a time machine&lt;br /&gt;Revive the street just like six years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is impossible for technology nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life nowadays is full-filled with high tech equipment&lt;br /&gt;Computer, Television, Play Station, Internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ruin the traditions&lt;br /&gt;People no longer behaving traditional habits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longer and Longer&lt;br /&gt;It extincts&lt;br /&gt;Future generation maybe don't know what is mooncake festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Buddies&lt;br /&gt;When you read this post&lt;br /&gt;Please try to prolong our festivals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mooncake Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy !! Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-End-&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/6310233766563939171-4289413817935991022?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/4289413817935991022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-moncake-festival_03.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/4289413817935991022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/4289413817935991022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-moncake-festival_03.html' title='Happy Mooncake festival'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-1402883252821444016</id><published>2009-10-02T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:42:58.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just want Peace</title><content type='html'>Peace?&lt;br /&gt;This word seems not so familiar to me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noice&lt;br /&gt;Strife&lt;br /&gt;Dispute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words seem more familiar to me compare to Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan just want peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday back home&lt;br /&gt;grandfather and grandmother argue because of some minor things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even they argue of sitting on the sofa ..&lt;br /&gt;It seems ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i see other family living happily and cooperateing&lt;br /&gt;I envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that type of life instead of unpeace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay at grandma's house&lt;br /&gt;As it is nearer and easier to go school&lt;br /&gt;Monday to Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday to Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my repetitions of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday no school&lt;br /&gt;So, i usually go back my parent's home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They argue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NON-STOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;There is sometimes they don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt :&lt;br /&gt;Why they always argue instead of being peace?&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they know a peace life is better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curious the reason&lt;br /&gt;But not dare to find out by asking them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel that i m the bringer of argument, bringer of war, bringer of bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want peace&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;Peace is more important than anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it just like living organisms need oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God!!!&lt;br /&gt;Please give me some peace!!!&lt;br /&gt;Some will be enough...enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-End-&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/6310233766563939171-1402883252821444016?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/1402883252821444016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-want-peace.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/1402883252821444016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/1402883252821444016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-want-peace.html' title='Just want Peace'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-3103006092901634886</id><published>2009-10-02T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:03:00.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; in my heart burns vigorously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Even  9 magnitude of earthquake tsunami and rainstorm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;also can't stamp out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Although this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; is described so exuberant'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Only some of my intimate friends know the presence of this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They tried to comfort and console me before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's kinda useless to me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sorry Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You wasted your saliva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; cant burn to become such vigorous and exuberant in one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It must be started to burnn since very long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe I am too suspicious .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've tried to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cool down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;calm down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pardon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But I can't dampen out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He just hurt me too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Does he ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Does he ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;consider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Does he ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;empathiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I want him to remember what he has done to me time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes I doubt whether where is his heart locate .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;REVENGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;REVENGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; only can be stamped out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chris's heart words :  for sharing with you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310233766563939171-3103006092901634886?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/3103006092901634886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/revenge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/3103006092901634886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/3103006092901634886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/10/revenge.html' title='Revenge'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-9220698086572638827</id><published>2009-09-27T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:08:23.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know?</title><content type='html'>On this Monday afternoon, I ask, “Did you know…?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Did you know that sorrow is sweet? When we suffer, there is the opportunity to transcend the suffering and move to a higher level of awareness. Suffering illuminates an area in which we haven’t evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. Did you know that we’re not bothered by what happens, so much as we are bothered by our opinions of what happens? Nothing is bad or good or indifferent without you judging it as so. And the exciting news is we can change those opinions easily. Choose your opinions wisely, blog buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. Did you know that the best way to hold on is to let go? I want this on my tombstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. Did you know that if you do what you’ve always done, you’ll get what you’ve always gotten? Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. Step into the unknown if it is change that you seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5. Did you know that you’re 1% visible and 99% invisible? Why, then, do we spend so much of our energy and effort on that 1%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you know that if you leave a comment on this post with your own “Did you know…”, I just might send you my lifework kits!? I’ll select a few commentators for the prize. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310233766563939171-9220698086572638827?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/9220698086572638827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/9220698086572638827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/9220698086572638827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-know.html' title='Do you know?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-2099250749327869059</id><published>2009-09-27T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:44:03.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Boundaries ~by Kris Allen    Nice song indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Boundaries Lyrics by Kris Allen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds hours so many days&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want but how long can you wait&lt;br /&gt;Every moment last forever if you feel you’ve lost your way&lt;br /&gt;What if your chances are already gone&lt;br /&gt;Started believing that I could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;But you give me one good reason&lt;br /&gt; to fight and never walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coz here I am - still holding on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every step you climb another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Every breathe its harder to believe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;You’ll make it through the pain (or through all your aches and pains)&lt;br /&gt;Weather the hurricane&lt;br /&gt;To get to that one thing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you think the road is going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Just when you’ve almost gave up on your dreams&lt;br /&gt; Then take it by the hand and show you that you can&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsyoulove.com/k/kris_allen/no_boundaries/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No Boundaries&lt;/a&gt; x2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fought to the end to stand on the edge&lt;br /&gt;What if today is as good it gets&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know where the future’s headed&lt;br /&gt;Nothings gonna bring me down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ve jumped every bridge and I’ve run every line&lt;br /&gt;I’ve risked being saved but I always knew why&lt;br /&gt;I always knew why&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here I am still holding on&lt;br /&gt;Every step you climb another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Every breathe its harder to believe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;You’ll make it through the pain&lt;br /&gt;Weather the hurricane&lt;br /&gt;To get to that one thing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you think the road is going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Just when you’ve almost gave up on your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Then take it by the hand and show you that you can&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can go higher&lt;br /&gt;You can go deeper&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Above and beneath you&lt;br /&gt;Break every rule coz there’s nothing between you&lt;br /&gt;and your dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every step you climb another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Every breathe its harder to believe&lt;br /&gt;Yeah…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Every step you climb another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Every breathe its harder to believe&lt;br /&gt;You’ll make it through the pain&lt;br /&gt;Weather the hurricane&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries x3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsyoulove.com/k/kris_allen/no_boundaries/"&gt;Kris Allen Lyrics - No Boundaries&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/6310233766563939171-2099250749327869059?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/2099250749327869059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-boundaries-lyrics-by-kris-allen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/2099250749327869059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/2099250749327869059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-boundaries-lyrics-by-kris-allen.html' title='No Boundaries ~by Kris Allen    Nice song indeed'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310233766563939171.post-7682500554962247695</id><published>2009-09-27T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:20:53.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A newbies</title><content type='html'>Hey Hi ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;quite new&lt;/span&gt; to here ...&lt;br /&gt;  I will try&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; as much as i can &lt;/span&gt;to enhance my blog .&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I hope thr is some pros to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;guide me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;leave some good comments&lt;/span&gt; or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Thx for visitting ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6310233766563939171-7682500554962247695?l=switch-christopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/feeds/7682500554962247695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/09/newbies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/7682500554962247695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6310233766563939171/posts/default/7682500554962247695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switch-christopher.blogspot.com/2009/09/newbies.html' title='A newbies'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01078472003560425123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Gti8QUwbLE/S6YUx2ejw0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/aXctyCBrn1s/S220/25493_1351419538488_1021365998_31049362_5758795_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
