<?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-5655631</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:55:31.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LaNd Of ThE mEhMeHs</title><subtitle type='html'>welcome to my world...the land of the Mehs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>529</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-112022374014586108</id><published>2005-07-01T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T21:28:39.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok ppl i've moved my blog to www.livejournal.com/~mehmehz. haha thx.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/112022374014586108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/112022374014586108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#112022374014586108' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111979336516153679</id><published>2005-06-26T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T21:42:46.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mid yr coming. gd luck to everyone!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111979336516153679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111979336516153679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#111979336516153679' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111901906376791728</id><published>2005-06-17T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T22:37:43.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just gt a letter frm RSAF. I passed the computerised test. yeahz. nxt wld be the interview and medical. hope i'll pass both. went to play bball jus now with alson. was pretty fun.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111901906376791728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111901906376791728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111901906376791728' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111892351965675135</id><published>2005-06-16T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T20:05:19.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>caught batman begins this afternoon with emily. was pretty nice. but a bit boring cause i already read the story before. but it was still nice to spend time with her.really bored. dunno y. kinda in a bad mood recently whenever i'm at home. dunno y. *yawnz* i am so bored.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111892351965675135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111892351965675135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111892351965675135' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111885268010058748</id><published>2005-06-16T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:24:40.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It Had To Be YouWhy do I do, just as you sayWhy must I just, give you your wayWhy do I sigh, why don?t I try - to forgetIt must have been, that something lovers call fateKept me saying: "i have to wait"I saw them all, just couldn?t fall - ?til we metIt had to be you, it had to be youI wandered around, and finally found - the somebody whoCould make me be true, and could make me be blueAnd even be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111885268010058748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111885268010058748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111885268010058748' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111867782505153173</id><published>2005-06-13T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T23:50:25.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leaving on a JetplaneAll my bags are packedI'm ready to goI'm standin' here outside your doorI hate to wake you up to say goodbyeBut the dawn is breakin'It's early mornThe taxi's waitin'He's blowin' his hornAlready i'm so lonesomeI could dieSo kiss me and smile for meTell me that you'll wait for meHold me like you'll never let me goCause i'm leavin' on a jet planeDon't know when i'll be back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111867782505153173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111867782505153173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111867782505153173' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111858649921936725</id><published>2005-06-12T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T22:28:19.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got a new mouse. YEAHZ!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111858649921936725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111858649921936725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111858649921936725' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111856298801096490</id><published>2005-06-12T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T15:56:28.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuck fuck fuck fuck. if u're so unhappy with me then dun be with me. if u really want something u will find ways to get it. if i'm not worth fighting for then this relationship is not worth having. instead of saying oh i dun have time to study. i slack so much. and i can't meet u cause i've been slacking. y not dun go online so often. dun watch so much tv. yes it sounds selfish. but i make the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111856298801096490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111856298801096490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111856298801096490' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111856248766996951</id><published>2005-06-12T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T15:48:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>foul mood again. sianz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111856248766996951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111856248766996951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111856248766996951' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111850195310056192</id><published>2005-06-11T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:59:13.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm sooo freaking tired. but can't slp. waiting for emily to msg me. sianz. i feel so bored.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111850195310056192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111850195310056192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111850195310056192' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111847588573151366</id><published>2005-06-11T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T15:44:45.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woke up frm the wrong side of bed. foul mood. fuck.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111847588573151366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111847588573151366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111847588573151366' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111833775785585759</id><published>2005-06-10T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T01:22:37.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In 480 B.C forces if the Persian Empire under King Xerxes numbering 2 million invaded and Greece.In a desperate delanying action, a picked force of 3 hundred Spartans was dispactched to the pass of Thermopylae with allies, together which form 4 thousand men.They held off the 2 million strong Persian army to buy seven critical days for the Greece to unite and marshal their armies. These seven days</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111833775785585759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111833775785585759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111833775785585759' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111833639529762344</id><published>2005-06-10T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T00:59:55.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O xein angellein Lakedaimoniois hoti tedekeimetha tois keinon rhemasi peithomenoi."Tell the Spartans, stranger passing by,that here obedient to their laws we lie."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111833639529762344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111833639529762344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111833639529762344' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111807201652689851</id><published>2005-06-06T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T23:33:36.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am feeling soooooo bored.....-_-''</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111807201652689851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111807201652689851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111807201652689851' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111798594177576769</id><published>2005-06-05T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:39:01.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a deep weight upon my heart. i knew i did some wrong things. but i know i did it for the right reasons. or am i so arrogant i won't admit my mistakes? i built a wall. around the most vulnerable part. yet a wall is double edged. it keep everything out...even the good ones. who knows me? who knows the real pain i went through? i dun bother to explain. i dun bother to justify. my heart feels like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111798594177576769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111798594177576769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111798594177576769' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111798469149481878</id><published>2005-06-05T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:18:11.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We can see over the mountains because we stand on the shoulders of giant. But i do not want to see over the mountains.... I want to be the giant.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111798469149481878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111798469149481878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111798469149481878' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111798456800979446</id><published>2005-06-05T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:16:08.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gd mood turned bad. maybe not bad. jus...upset.sometimes think maybe i dun deserve her like many ppl are saying now. i dunno. would she be better off without me? maybe i'm feeling jealous. i dunno. life sucks.and my mouse is dying on me. bloody mouse. i need to change one.at least i caught tt animal animation which i dunno how to spell. it was funny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111798456800979446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111798456800979446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111798456800979446' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111795092828225575</id><published>2005-06-05T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T13:55:28.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehehehehe...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111795092828225575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111795092828225575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111795092828225575' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111743191816172861</id><published>2005-05-30T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T13:45:18.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wanna play civ3. but my disc seems to be spoilt.=( sobz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111743191816172861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111743191816172861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111743191816172861' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111729381311152100</id><published>2005-05-28T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T23:23:33.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111729381311152100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111729381311152100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111729381311152100' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111713372459827088</id><published>2005-05-27T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T02:55:24.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seriously think my singing is very bad. oh well.went cycling with emily at east coast today. haven't been there for quite awhile. think i mite go there alone again soon. haben done tt in a long time. hehz. was pretty fun today i guess. cycled quite far. nv been tt far before. went past bedok jetty. weird. y is it called bedok jetty when it's at east coast. haha lolz. not really in a blogging mood</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111713372459827088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111713372459827088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111713372459827088' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111682588463342285</id><published>2005-05-23T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:24:44.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello ling. 1st i dun remember u. so sorry.2nd u talk without knowing. and i doubt u understand wats going on.3rd if u really hate me. y are u reading my blog? oh my. are u secretly in love with me? dear me. i'm so scared.4nd i know i did wat i did was right. sure. it's not perfect. i step on some people's toes. so what. i dun wanna be mr nice and "oh he's such a gd guy..." blah blah blah. i do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111682588463342285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111682588463342285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111682588463342285' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111668660977660250</id><published>2005-05-21T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T22:43:29.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ouch ouch. i had a blister frm my 2.4 on thurs. so i cut the skin off. then cause of basketball yesterday, there's a new one on top of the old one. ouch ouch. and i'm gonna play again tml.-_-'' think it's a basketball weekend.hehehe i'm so happy.played basketball today at an indoor court. it was really stuffy. when i came out i had a persisting headache!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111668660977660250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111668660977660250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111668660977660250' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111661377721332057</id><published>2005-05-21T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T02:29:37.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>din know i had so many enemies. anyway i have 2 words for u guys. fuck off. u wanna slam someone. leave ur name and dun hide behind the net. wat kinda of bloody loser are u? hate cowards. sigh. guess the world would always be imperfect. and i dun think i have a gd friend who slam me behind my back. so dun decieve urself u're my gd friend. i dun have losers for friends anyway.on a happier note. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111661377721332057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111661377721332057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111661377721332057' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111649264601189400</id><published>2005-05-19T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T16:50:46.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feeling.......dunno. nvm. suspose to write this funny and lame play for lit class. kinda hard for me to think lame and funny now. sigh...a mask i always wear ard ppl.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111649264601189400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111649264601189400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111649264601189400' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111642829555111872</id><published>2005-05-18T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:58:15.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feel like shit. think some parts are misunderstood. was never gd at expressing myself. 4get it. i jus need a week. i know u probably wun give it to me. i dun deserve it. but...i jus need to sort my thinking out. i dunno what will happen. i really dunno.</summary><link rel='edit' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111626636184567033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111626636184567033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111626636184567033' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111617191377451064</id><published>2005-05-15T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T23:45:13.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>confused. bored. wish i was living in feudal china. i wanna slp. i wanna play new games. i wanna slp. oh did i say tt twice?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111617191377451064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111617191377451064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111617191377451064' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111612608987093204</id><published>2005-05-15T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T11:01:29.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sianz. sneezing my head off again. stupid nose.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111612608987093204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111612608987093204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111612608987093204' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111601063991785996</id><published>2005-05-14T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T02:57:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sonnet CXVL by william shakespeareLet me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wandering bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111601063991785996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111601063991785996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111601063991785996' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111592436708903353</id><published>2005-05-13T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T03:02:21.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The memories from the past. The scars that run so deep. The pain that leaps from within when you least expect it. What am I doing? What have I been doing? Have I only been chasing a surreal drem; a forlon hope? Am I destinied to run this life to the end while having no inkling of what I truly desire? What will I be doing ten years from now? I answer not, for I do not know. My dreams, my hopes, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111592436708903353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111592436708903353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111592436708903353' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111592289164310317</id><published>2005-05-13T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T02:34:51.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleep is god. Go worship.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111592289164310317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111592289164310317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111592289164310317' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111592278084045849</id><published>2005-05-13T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T02:33:00.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feel like crying. but i'm not. must be the music.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111592278084045849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111592278084045849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111592278084045849' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111592249643564104</id><published>2005-05-13T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T02:28:16.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*yawnz* was out reading...din keep track of the time and when i checked my hp. i realised it was like 1.30am liao...feeling really tired. went to watch this jap movie "The Last Quarter". Starring uh...japenese actors i guess. Which include Hyde. no prize to those who guessed why emily was so excited abt the movie.feeling weird these few days. dunno y though. *sigh* feel like slping and slping. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111592249643564104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111592249643564104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111592249643564104' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111530466838924097</id><published>2005-05-05T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:51:08.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feeling sad and depressed now.......started late in the afternoon...stayed in sch till 6 i think. slept in the canteen. took a bus to J8 then bought a ticket for "Kingdom of Heaven". it was ok i guess. but not gd as i expected. got quite a few nice qoutes frm the movie.feeling weird....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111530466838924097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111530466838924097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111530466838924097' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111530423767259866</id><published>2005-05-05T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:43:57.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PersuaderRelationships play a key role in Zhiyang's life, he tends to be a very trusting individual, he enjoys making new friends and developing new relationships. He often finds himself involved in many things at once and loves social functions. Zhiyang enjoys encouraging those around him. People see him as a person who frequently inspires others.Zhiyang is motivated by his ability to lead </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111530423767259866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111530423767259866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111530423767259866' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111521435382346149</id><published>2005-05-04T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:45:53.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PERHAPS by Vera Brittain(To R.A.L. Died of wounds in France, December 23rd, 1915)Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,    And I shall see that still the skies are blue,And feel once more I do not live in vain,    Although bereft of You.Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet    Will make the sunny hours of Spring seem gay,And I shall find the white May blossoms sweet,    Though You have passed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111521435382346149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111521435382346149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111521435382346149' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111521382026622503</id><published>2005-05-04T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:37:00.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had 2 test today. first the lit test then econ test. was fustrated by econ test. cause some of the question is stupid. lit test was............bad. haha i din write anything for the 1st half hour cause....i was distracted shall we say=) haha anyway the nxt post would be my lit test poem. which i think is damn beautiful. dang!went to bugis with emily to go art friend. pei her buy some stuff. tried</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111521382026622503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111521382026622503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111521382026622503' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111521340830224943</id><published>2005-05-04T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:30:08.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Cried     by The Greatest Mehmehz on EarthThe tears that rolled down my cheeks,Bought by the words you said.All beautiful, all sweet, all sleek,But none of it is paid.I thought of the jokes,The smiles the laughter i seek.But it is all bittersweet,For it is tears that rolled down my cheeks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111521340830224943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111521340830224943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111521340830224943' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111521297626204396</id><published>2005-05-04T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:22:56.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY LAST YEAR CLASS. YOU ALL ROCKS!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111521297626204396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111521297626204396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111521297626204396' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111513579426826354</id><published>2005-05-03T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:56:34.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is The Rose so Pale by Heinrich HeineOh Dearest, canst thou tell me whyThe Rose should be so pale?And why the azure VioletShould wither in the vale?And why the Lark should, in the cloud,So sorrowfully sing?And why from loveliest balsam-budsA scent of death should spring?And why the Sun upon the meadSo chillingly should frown?And why the Earth should, like a grave,Be mouldering and brown?And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111513579426826354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111513579426826354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111513579426826354' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111513529990256763</id><published>2005-05-03T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:49:00.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my nose is bleeding again. thanks to the bloody flu that wun go away.i'm feeling bittersweet now too.maybe i'm too sensitive/petty. but responsiblity mus be held to what u say.u say u have no1 to talk to. am i no1 to u. am i?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111513529990256763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111513529990256763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111513529990256763' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111513519324194359</id><published>2005-05-03T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:46:33.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For each ecstatic instant  by Emily DickinsonFor each ecstatic instantWe must an anguish pay.In keen and quivering ratioTo the ecstasy.For each beloved hourSharp pittances of years,Bitter contested farthingsAnd coffers heaped with tears.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111513519324194359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111513519324194359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111513519324194359' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111513468979401183</id><published>2005-05-03T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:38:09.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meant to Be by Mike David MorandYou mean more to me,Than words can express.It is these feelings,I cannot suppress.I miss you,Every second we’re apart.A picture of you,Will be forever engraved in my heart.It was not long ago,When we first met.But I knew you were someone,I would do anything to get.You’re so perfect,In every which way.Since I first saw you,I’ve been thinking of you every day.Now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111513468979401183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111513468979401183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111513468979401183' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111504659822852638</id><published>2005-05-02T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T23:21:33.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Charge of The Light BrigadeHalf a league, half a league,Half a league onward,All in the valley of DeathRode the six hundred.'Forward, the Light Brigade!Charge for the guns!' he said:Into the valley of DeathRode the six hundred.'Forward, the Light Brigade!'Was there a man dismay'd?Not tho' the soldier knewSome one had blunder'd:Their's not to make reply,Their's not to reason why,Their's but to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111504659822852638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111504659822852638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111504659822852638' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111496617663971354</id><published>2005-05-02T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:49:36.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now i'm feeling moody....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111496617663971354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111496617663971354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111496617663971354' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111496350394570672</id><published>2005-05-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:05:03.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*yawnz* jus came back frm basketball session wit guanda, chung and zhiming. had quite an enjoyable time. feels gd seeing them. kinda feel like back to my sec sch days. haha. ming and les jio me go town today. paiseh can't go cause meeting them. yup.before tt met emily at j8. sent her hm and came back to bishan to meet them.going to the airport to study tml. wonder who's left at SB-T2 now.sigh. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111496350394570672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111496350394570672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111496350394570672' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111496318419762007</id><published>2005-05-01T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T23:59:44.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Birthdate: March 27Your birth on the 27th day of the month (9 energy) adds a tone of selflessness and humanitarianism to your life path.Certainly, you are one who can work very well with people, but at the same time you need a good bit of time to be by yourself to rest and meditate.There is a very humanistic and philanthropic approach in most of things that you do.This birthday helps you be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111496318419762007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111496318419762007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111496318419762007' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111491675684877976</id><published>2005-05-01T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T11:05:56.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Victory will advance at the charge; the eagle, with the national colours, will fly from steeple to steeple all the way to the towers of Notre Dame..."                                                                                         -Napoleon's proclamation, 9 March 1815</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111491675684877976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111491675684877976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111491675684877976' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111478790375694032</id><published>2005-04-29T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:18:23.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just came back frm a run. feeling tired physically. even more tired.ouch. shld find somethings softer nxt time. but dun think singapore has lots of soft thing stand ard.am i too sensitive?dun think so.maybe i am.this is dumb.i dunno what i'm doing.just trying to do some shit to distract myself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111478790375694032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111478790375694032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111478790375694032' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111478312908671970</id><published>2005-04-29T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T21:58:49.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>u broke ur word.i understand but u still broke ur wordu dun sound remoseful for breaking ur word.i'm not angry.jus disappointed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111478312908671970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111478312908671970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111478312908671970' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111478014417986261</id><published>2005-04-29T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T21:09:04.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to ni bi cong qian kuai le.suddenly feel like crying.but i'm not.y is it so wrong for guys to cry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111478014417986261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111478014417986261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111478014417986261' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111477708836710434</id><published>2005-04-29T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T20:18:08.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am so bloody bored.moodygd job darling!!!miss u so muchsianzOh lord, what fools these mortals be.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111477708836710434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111477708836710434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111477708836710434' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111470172681086797</id><published>2005-04-28T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T23:22:06.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ni Bi Cong Qian Kuai LeWalking in the street corner with streams of people busily coming and goingYou are no longer holding my handWith great care I hook your little fingerTears drop with great careThere are a few matters you are hiding from meYou finally open your mouthLightly say a wordThat we are still friends (With great care I hook your little finger)Tears are like a knife cutting through (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111470172681086797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111470172681086797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111470172681086797' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111470153340502241</id><published>2005-04-28T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T23:18:53.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bloody mood swings.think emily's talentime performace sparked off some musical interest in me. been playing ard with my harmonica quite a lot nowadays.din know spending time with me was wasting.*yawnz*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111470153340502241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111470153340502241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111470153340502241' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111469410929891547</id><published>2005-04-28T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:15:09.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OUCH OUCH. SUNBURNT!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111469410929891547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111469410929891547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111469410929891547' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111469380554835056</id><published>2005-04-28T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:10:05.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>think i'm weird. getting lots of mood swings nowadays. like in the morning i was in a bloody bad mood. but now i'm in a cheerful mood. dunno y. life is strange. gd luck darling for tml!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111469380554835056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111469380554835056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111469380554835056' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111469335035624290</id><published>2005-04-28T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:02:30.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WAH SO SCARY!!!!!! (my classmate audrey)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111469335035624290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111469335035624290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111469335035624290' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111443894671775382</id><published>2005-04-25T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T22:22:26.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my finger kena slammed on by the door when i was closing it. ouch. now i know how emily feel when i bite here. heh heh hehz.feeling a bit moody now. kinda like.....dunno how to descibe. it's nothing i guess. kinda jus thinking abt life. haha.Welcome to the SIOS. wahaha.haha emily was damd high today. guess i really enjoyed her being this way. hehe. think she leeched my bubbliness that's why. hahz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111443894671775382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111443894671775382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111443894671775382' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111443848416198940</id><published>2005-04-25T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T22:14:44.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In This Life by Collin RayneFor all I've been blessed with in this life,there was an emptiness in me.I was imprisoned by the power of god.With one honest touch, you set me free.Let the world stop turning,let the sun stop burning.Let them tell me love's not worth going through.If it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heartthe only dream that matters has come true;in this life, I was loved by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111443848416198940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111443848416198940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111443848416198940' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111421503122267640</id><published>2005-04-23T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T08:10:31.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>think it's a bad week for me. getting blues quite often. sigh. think i miss her too much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111421503122267640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111421503122267640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111421503122267640' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111401741484538239</id><published>2005-04-21T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T01:16:54.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PASSIONATE LOVER. You love to love, always lookingfor a relationship. You cannot live without it.Your lover must be passionate  and you wantthat you and your partner melt into each other.He/She should not try to take the domination .You dont want a relationship without passion,and the sexuality plays a big part. The firstmoment you meet him/her is one of the mostimportant. There has to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111401741484538239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111401741484538239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111401741484538239' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111401688850592671</id><published>2005-04-21T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T01:08:08.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are sad because of your grief</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111401688850592671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111401688850592671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111401688850592671' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111401648146474318</id><published>2005-04-21T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T01:01:21.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your wise quote is: "Our greatest glory is notin never falling, but in rising everytime wefall" by Confucius.Yes indeed, you see true strenght can only beseen when a person has "fallen". Onlythen one can tell how they will handle it. Justdon't make others fall so you can know who theyreally are. You on the other hand may be a veryquick recoverer and don't let people bring youdown. You are your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111401648146474318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111401648146474318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111401648146474318' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111401632100198246</id><published>2005-04-21T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T00:58:41.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are a Samurai.You are full of honour and value respect. Youare not really the stereotypical hero, but youdo fight for good. Just in your own way. Foryou, it is most certainly okay to kill an evilperson, if it is for justice and peace. Youalso don't belive in mourning all the time andthink that once you've hit a bad stage in lifeyou just have to get up again. It's pointlessto concentrate on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111401632100198246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111401632100198246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111401632100198246' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111401569638143180</id><published>2005-04-21T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T00:48:16.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Always has been.Always will be.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111401569638143180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111401569638143180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111401569638143180' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111391982428590343</id><published>2005-04-19T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:10:24.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>think i'm getting tue blues........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111391982428590343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111391982428590343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111391982428590343' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111391969643785927</id><published>2005-04-19T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:08:16.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>INFECTION</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111391969643785927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111391969643785927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111391969643785927' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111383569832148205</id><published>2005-04-18T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:48:18.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feeling tired. haben exerted myself so much for a long long time. pe sucks. i love sports. not pe. shucks.hehz. send emily hm jus now. kinda brighten my day...or rather it's night jus to see tt surprised smile on her face when she saw me jus now. ha.tired. gonna slp. nitez.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111383569832148205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111383569832148205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111383569832148205' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111383551380925434</id><published>2005-04-18T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:45:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Message: A conversation in HeavenGOD: Angels, do you know what I was just thinking about?ANGELS: What were You thinking about?GOD: Christians seem to have forgotten what kind of power they haveavailable and the devil keeps on deceiving them!ANGELS: God, exactly what are you driving at?GOD: I have made my children in such a way that when the people of the world is sitting, they would be standing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111383551380925434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111383551380925434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111383551380925434' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111382067881262328</id><published>2005-04-18T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:37:58.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You Raise Me Up" Josh GorbanWhen I am down and, oh my soul, so weary; When troubles come and my heart burdened be; Then, I am still and wait here in the silence, Until you come and sit awhile with me. You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains; You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas; I am strong, when I am on your shoulders; You raise me up: To more than I can be. You raise me up, so I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111382067881262328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111382067881262328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111382067881262328' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111373216466358647</id><published>2005-04-17T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T18:02:44.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>irritatedheadachetiredwat a fucking gd way to spend my sunday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111373216466358647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111373216466358647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111373216466358647' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111364926531666643</id><published>2005-04-16T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T19:01:05.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ME AND MY CLASSMATES</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111364926531666643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111364926531666643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111364926531666643' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111358487011240124</id><published>2005-04-16T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T01:07:50.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha at yisheng hse again. went to drink jus now. but din drink a lot. cause i'm going out with my sec4 classmates. haha very very very long never see them liao. hmmm wonder how they look like now. sigh. sorry darling i can't go out with u tml. sorry=(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111358487011240124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111358487011240124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111358487011240124' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111341376310009926</id><published>2005-04-14T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T01:36:03.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok. think i'm gonna go smoke. smoke smoke.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111341376310009926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111341376310009926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111341376310009926' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111341365848322154</id><published>2005-04-14T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T01:34:18.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DANG!!! feeling high. dunno y. did u know u could exprience a certain high when u're really tired? i'm expriencing it now. haha... wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeethink a lot of ppl think i'm an idiot. well i only have one thing to say to u guys: Thanks! i love it, it's hysterical!!! (qoute from spider-man)haha. shit. think i'll have a hangover tml. arh...have to pay the price i guess. everything has a price to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111341365848322154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111341365848322154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111341365848322154' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111341339397481226</id><published>2005-04-14T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T01:29:53.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's 1.30am. feeling bored and not sleepy. but a bit sick. so i went and vandalise my class blog with lots of love and hugs.=pclass spirit is hard to come by. treasure it when it comes. cry when it is gone. but rem to move on.shall leave a qoute from a veri veri smart person: look before u jump. think before u speak. For where u jump might be a snake pit, and what u speak might be more devasting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111341339397481226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111341339397481226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111341339397481226' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111323289393433458</id><published>2005-04-11T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:21:33.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuck my mom. chao chee bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111323289393433458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111323289393433458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111323289393433458' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111323274502156993</id><published>2005-04-11T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:19:05.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm sorry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111323274502156993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111323274502156993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111323274502156993' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111301457739329824</id><published>2005-04-09T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T10:42:57.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>='(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111301457739329824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111301457739329824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111301457739329824' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111288472680137307</id><published>2005-04-07T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T22:38:46.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thinking of going to catch the singapore film festival...but still thinking abt it...wanna talk more. but feeling tired. think i'll go slp. nitez everyone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111288472680137307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111288472680137307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111288472680137307' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111287073506566795</id><published>2005-04-07T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T18:45:35.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feeling moody...sigh...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111287073506566795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111287073506566795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111287073506566795' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111287035525547029</id><published>2005-04-07T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T18:39:15.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holes in The Floor of HeavenOne day, shy and 8 years oldWhen grandma passed awayI was a broken hearted little boyBlowing out that birthday cakeHow i cried when the sky let goWith a cold lonesome rainMy mom smiled, said "Don't be sad child.Grandma's watching you today."ChorusCause there are holes in the floor of HeavenAnd her tears are pouring downThat's how you know she's watchingWishing she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111287035525547029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111287035525547029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111287035525547029' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111280205973409845</id><published>2005-04-06T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T23:40:59.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are A Hazelnut TreeYou're a charmer with a killer sense of humor.You are very demanding, but you can also be very understanding.No matter what, you always make a lasting impression - you're quite popular.Passionate, you are an active fighter for social causes and politics.In general, you are moody, honest, a perfectionist, and very sexual.What is Your Celtic Horoscope? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111280205973409845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111280205973409845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111280205973409845' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111280195914587766</id><published>2005-04-06T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T23:39:19.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Love Style is ManicFor you, love is the ultimate rollercoasterAnd you love to hold on tight and enjoy the rideEvery time you fall in love, it feels like the first timeAnd while it's exciting and exhilarating...It's also stressful and scary!What's Your Love Style? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111280195914587766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111280195914587766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111280195914587766' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111280181064224551</id><published>2005-04-06T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T23:36:50.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111280181064224551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111280181064224551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111280181064224551' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111280174208436810</id><published>2005-04-06T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T23:35:42.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had a bad case of flu today. but feeling much better now after some drug emily gave me...u drug pusher!=p but i still went for my cca today. but i kinda slept through the whole thing. and still am feeling drowsy now. but...dun feel like slping. kinda sturborn me. wanna prove drugs can't put me down!!! muahahaz. getting sianz of cnny. but can't find another cca tt interests me. sucks. been having </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111280174208436810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111280174208436810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111280174208436810' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111262978425220129</id><published>2005-04-04T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:49:44.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Knocking on Heaven's DoorMama take this badge from meI can't use it anymoreIt's getting dark too dark to seeFeels like I'm knockin' on heaven's doorKnock-knock-knockin' on heaven's doorKnock-knock-knockin' on heaven's doorKnock-knock-knockin' on heaven's doorKnock-knock-knockin' on heaven's doorMama put my guns in the groundI can't shoot them anymoreThat cold black cloud is comin' downFeels like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111262978425220129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111262978425220129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111262978425220129' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111262953265574277</id><published>2005-04-04T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:45:32.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*yawnz* feeling tired but wanna check out emily's blog 1st. so i'm online now. kinda in a blogging mood. dunno wat to say."Is the truth always preferable? Even when it hurts much more than a lie ever would?"Think i'll always prefer the truth. It's just me i suppose. Was looking through friendster. Came across some post about God and stuff. OK. I'm gonna talk abt some religious stuff. If u feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111262953265574277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111262953265574277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111262953265574277' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111236890144804629</id><published>2005-04-01T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T23:21:41.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been having some mood swings lately. also dunno y. maybe cause i'm trying to cut down on my smoking.had CT this morning. got to see my new classmatets. oh well. wat to say, i represent 25% of the male population in my class. guess i'm a minority now. sobz. think got a couple of interesting ppl in my class. guess jus have to let time decide.getting fed up at life lately. kinda seem to wander </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111236890144804629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111236890144804629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111236890144804629' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111219615500822183</id><published>2005-03-30T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T23:23:57.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I could be with anyone, it would be you.If I couldn't be with anyone, it would never be you.If I could kiss anyone, it would be you.If I couldn't kiss anyone, it would never be you.If the world ends tonight, I would only want to hug you.If the world doesn't end tonight, I would only want to hug you till it does.If the world ends tomorrow, I would stay with you today.If the world doesn't end </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111219615500822183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111219615500822183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111219615500822183' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111217181149647848</id><published>2005-03-30T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T16:36:51.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOODY</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111217181149647848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111217181149647848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111217181149647848' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111188995031254207</id><published>2005-03-27T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T10:19:10.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MYSELF!!!=)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111188995031254207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111188995031254207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111188995031254207' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111180798373491663</id><published>2005-03-26T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T11:33:03.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Want To Grow Old With You  Adam SandlerBilly idol (speaking): good afternoon everyone. we’re flying at 26,000 feet,MovingUp to thirty thousand feet, and then we’ve got clear skiesAll the way to las vegas, and right now we’re bringin you some in-flightEntertainment. one of our first-class passengers would like to sing you a songInspired by one of our coach passenger, and since we let our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111180798373491663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111180798373491663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111180798373491663' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111171783261872097</id><published>2005-03-25T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T10:30:32.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh....feeling bloody sick...fever and flu....argh.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111171783261872097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111171783261872097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111171783261872097' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111133196197142246</id><published>2005-03-20T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:19:21.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>late. feeling tired. but yet i'm not slping. probaby cause my body is tired. but my mind is very active. was look at my past archive, cause saw what emily wrote on her blog. so on a whim i viewed a lot of my past posts in the previous 2 years. feeling...melancholy? maybe. realised how different kind of life i've led, and what i'm leading now. listening to all my sad songs in my comp. not really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111133196197142246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111133196197142246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111133196197142246' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111132410515770120</id><published>2005-03-20T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T21:08:25.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh woeful mortal,What's in life but death for you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111132410515770120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111132410515770120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111132410515770120' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111132355676899109</id><published>2005-03-20T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T20:59:16.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feeling moody suddenly. listening to Bon Jovi's "Always". probably cause of several reasons. lazy to tok much. my comp jus recoverd. think i'm gonna go smoke. chaoz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111132355676899109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111132355676899109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111132355676899109' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111103182024428223</id><published>2005-03-17T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T11:57:00.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh. bad day yesterday. glad we made up. i miss u darling.haben been blogging much cause my room comp is down. sigh. can't play ro le...........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111103182024428223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111103182024428223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiyang.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111103182024428223' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405050943289609631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655631.post-111046048948142751</id><published>2005-03-10T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:14:49.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been feeling moody these few days. dunno y. sighfeel like an over-sensitive, petty and idiotic big meanie. i'm sorry.simple things like wat she did means so much. thank you.a smile, a kiss, a hug means the world to me. i love you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111046048948142751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655631/posts/default/111046048948142751'/><link 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