<?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-3077733714387682325</id><updated>2012-02-09T09:11:31.460+08:00</updated><category term='le cinéma'/><category term='monsieur grand'/><category term='la musique'/><category term='moi'/><category term='la vie'/><category term='l&apos;amour'/><category term='voyage'/><title type='text'>Feng,  C'est Moi</title><subtitle type='html'>...and I'll see your true colors
Shining through.    - song True Color</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-2937490530146490020</id><published>2012-01-14T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T13:37:41.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;amour'/><title type='text'>You Are Love</title><content type='html'>A very well-known lyrics goes "To be loved is happiness, to love is bitterness." I thought it made much sense, until recently I realized happiness could not be measured this way. To lose or to gain can be a factor deciding your emotion, but never the key deciding whether you lead a good life, or whether you manage the personal life well. Love is of seriousness but not nervousness or tension. You don't become determined for anyone or on any purpose, but by learning. When you know how hard and how precious two people are willing to know each other further and further, you don't loose your hand that easily. You know you will have more fun just by saying "I quit." but eventually you turn out to be where you started it. For this reason, you are serious. You are Love. You may still be afraid of being hurt or hurting others. But you believe certainly that you are on the right track. You are closer than ever to a moment everyone is looking for in their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-2937490530146490020?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/2937490530146490020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=2937490530146490020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/2937490530146490020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/2937490530146490020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-are-love.html' title='You Are Love'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-780026610377602242</id><published>2011-10-11T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T13:38:03.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vie'/><title type='text'>There's No Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking for you, and escaping from the pain missing you are the only two thing I do in the city.&amp;#160; They are important. If I die young, I don't want to be a stranger you know who has not make it happen, who lose everything we could possibly have. They are urgent. I feel sad or even guilty&amp;#160; when your face is fading and I can hardly recall the touch of your left hand. I am scared, that I cannot recognize you on a sight in the street. You might think I didn't take you serious. This would be so wrong. I can't let it happen. I will take any actions to be by your side and put my arms around you so that I'll never miss you again. I will do everything as I will die tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-780026610377602242?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/780026610377602242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=780026610377602242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/780026610377602242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/780026610377602242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2011/10/there-no-tomorrow.html' title='There&amp;#39;s No Tomorrow'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-4970043661815424626</id><published>2011-09-25T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T17:08:19.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>What's Next</title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening was fantastic. I went to a cafe I knew well to meet a friend and have a dinner with. I bumped into some old friends and made new ones. It's always to my pleasure to see my old friends. I miss them much. No offense to the new friends I have, it is I that need more time to get used to people and feel easy hanging out with them. I relax myself talking to them better than talking to myself. I am stressed being alone. However I assume it a destiny to bear solitary in my life, so as to make great work, or to achieve what I long for without a cause. Let's why I give myself back to loneliness. The guilty feeling stops me from acquiring the sweetness of doing nothing. I have the fear that the joy I put down will go away when I want to take it up again. I want it to stay but I cannot say since it is against my belief. I have to see what is coming next. I cannot choose, can't I? I destroy what I have because I would worried that happens if I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-4970043661815424626?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/4970043661815424626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=4970043661815424626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/4970043661815424626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/4970043661815424626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s Next'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-2289937556729662620</id><published>2011-09-13T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T23:48:03.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>The Light In the City</title><content type='html'>Dark, so dark in the city. I cannot see any faces but I see their feet. They are walking around me, through me. Not a thing can I recognize. I cannot see your face. I see only my fear, the fear of dark. All of a sudden, I recognize your face without seeing, like blindsight - but can I? I know it is you. I see you with my own eyes without the help of light. "You are the light." thought I. This could be the only explanation. But no no, this is way too wrong. Light is everywhere. Just open the eyes and let it in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-2289937556729662620?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/2289937556729662620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=2289937556729662620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/2289937556729662620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/2289937556729662620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2011/09/light-in-city.html' title='The Light In the City'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-1267915067804788471</id><published>2011-09-12T15:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:45:25.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>Everyone I Know Is Gone</title><content type='html'>The idea of calling you comes into my mind ten times a day, my dear friend. I want to talk to someone and you are the only one I know wiling to answer my phone anytime. But I would be silly if I did every day (or even pathetic). I am searching for a word to describe where I am but always in vain. I want to talk to somebody. I spend the time with my family and I enjoy it much. I cherish every moment with them. Nothing replace the happiness with the loved ones. But I need to talk to someone, anyone. Nothing has changed in the city. No one has changed. I thought I was different, but I was not changed either. What frightens me is that, what I want is changed. I thought my friends left the city but that is not true. Everyone is here but everyone I know is gone. How did I survive the old days is beyond me. How do I survive the following days and months? It's hard to admit it but I think what I feel now is  loneliness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-1267915067804788471?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/1267915067804788471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=1267915067804788471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/1267915067804788471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/1267915067804788471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2011/09/everyone-i-know-is-gone.html' title='Everyone I Know Is Gone'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-1470091130830750275</id><published>2011-08-30T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:26:15.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vie'/><title type='text'>Taipei Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Alex, I could never imagine this moment coming, when I feel lonely in Taipei more than in Munich. Now I see my family every evening and spend the time with them. This is new to me, maybe since seven years old. I had tons of friends in college, but now I look at the pictures in which I can't find myself on facebook. Some stay in contact with me but live in other cities. Some are not so excited as I am when seeing each other. I can't help wondering: what is left for me after my graduation, my military duty, and my five-week vacation? I start missing people in Germany, in Singapore, even in Korea and imagine their lives. More than that, imagine a life that any of them were in Taipei. We would have dinner in the evening, do sports on the weekend, share funny things in our new jobs. It would be so fun like a movie. I keep thinking about the idea and almost cheat myself into ignorance of the impossibility. I have to face my new life here and work on it, making it better. And i can't call you this time when i get lost. Bussi, ifeng&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-1470091130830750275?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/1470091130830750275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=1470091130830750275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/1470091130830750275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/1470091130830750275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2011/08/taipei-lonely.html' title='Taipei Lonely'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-3347264311721772498</id><published>2011-08-07T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T01:25:12.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voyage'/><title type='text'>The City of Ex-lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few days before I came to Vienna, I heard from some people about Vienna when I told them my plan. Interestingly, I heard more than once that they had had an lover from Vienna. The fact made vienna 'Scheisse', said one of them. Ex, whom you love and whom you hate, is someone in the memory yet never in the past. You must think of him/her once for a while. I don't have anyone in the city. The movie "Before Sunrise", which I watched with my ex, somehow linked us, everywhere in the city. I walked alone in the street but conversations never stop in my head. So weird, I have to say. Das ist aber keine Scheisse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-3347264311721772498?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/3347264311721772498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=3347264311721772498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/3347264311721772498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/3347264311721772498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2011/08/city-of-ex-lovers.html' title='The City of Ex-lovers'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Westend City Hostel, Fügergasse 3, 1060 Vienna, Austria</georss:featurename><georss:point>48.195323 16.34213</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-6297440372850057769</id><published>2011-08-07T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T01:23:07.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voyage'/><title type='text'>Big Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I am traveling alone in foreign countries, but this is the first time I feel loniess so far away from me, like an old term not used any more." I wrote down this on a train two days ago with confirm. Now I am sitting in Cafe Hawelka, doubting the statement. I just ordered a Melanger, and a special dessert called Buchteln, which is what I came for. I ordered it without an idea what the heck Buchteln was. It turned out to be a warm bread filled with blueberry jam. Five pieces, definitely too much for me. At this moment, a couple came in, sat right next to me, and ordered the same. One order, two people. One serve of Buchteln is enough for two. Just image how they spilt the last one...that made me feel so ALONE. Loniness was still absend, but somehow I felt watched by him. He must be somewhere around, waiting for a chance to kidnap me. If he succeeded, who would pay the ransom?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-6297440372850057769?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/6297440372850057769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=6297440372850057769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6297440372850057769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6297440372850057769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2011/08/big-brother.html' title='Big Brother'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-4338875827217001601</id><published>2011-07-28T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T00:29:03.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voyage'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been thinking what things would be like if I didn't have came to the city alone. But here comes another question: whom I should come with? There are many ideal candidates in my mind (but none or them would come) but the point is if I really want to have a mate here. Being alone brings me many surprises, unfortunately as well as loniness. This explains much why I am doing this but not satisfied. Eventually I would not find a friend to come with me because I chose to be alone. It sucks, but I suck it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-4338875827217001601?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/4338875827217001601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=4338875827217001601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/4338875827217001601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/4338875827217001601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2011/07/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-2802551298259380344</id><published>2011-07-28T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T00:28:07.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voyage'/><title type='text'>Munich Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If my ex could disconect me, that is not a surprise when the bartender did that." The idea came into my mind when I was walking by Theresienwiese. What I had with him is just one night. He is not responsible for anything. (I really hate it when he said he would call me though) But if my ex is forgivable, there is no stand for me to loathe him like this. Even my mother understood my ex' last behavior. How can I punish a total stranger who has been nice to me? We had what we wanted...he can go whenever he likes, as he did, and he.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-2802551298259380344?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/2802551298259380344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=2802551298259380344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/2802551298259380344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/2802551298259380344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2011/07/munich-dreaming.html' title='Munich Dreaming'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-6403933085513904271</id><published>2011-07-26T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T02:01:32.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voyage'/><title type='text'>Travel with Strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without another arms, will i survive when the sun shines on me no more? Being alone is a way to stay away from the fights and rubbish and I have been enjoying it. I have always been lucky. I met other travellers, got help from total strangers, and flirted with a bartender. There is much fun I had and I wouldn't have had if I had not been alone. But what if those had not happened? Damn boring...so I wish for my good luck every day. I won't survive it without you, stranger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-6403933085513904271?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/6403933085513904271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=6403933085513904271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6403933085513904271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6403933085513904271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2011/07/without-another-arms-will-i-survive.html' title='Travel with Strangers'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-8506261940624009927</id><published>2011-07-26T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T02:00:41.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voyage'/><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brothers, a relationship i should know well but actually i don't know anything about it. My older brother was a mentor in my life but now i took him as a patient as others so. My younger bro is a treasure which covers the lack in my childhood where the concept of family was a scandal. How lovely. But he won't be with me forever. Like every kid, he will soon find me another adult who never know his world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-8506261940624009927?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/8506261940624009927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=8506261940624009927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/8506261940624009927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/8506261940624009927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2011/07/brothers-relationship-i-should-know.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-5842353780831233020</id><published>2011-07-15T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T14:54:35.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voyage'/><title type='text'>Am I Traveling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am i traveling, or just drifting? Two years older, everything seems to be so different. The place, the same man, the same dos turn out a different attitude. I learned a lot last time, but can I copy my early success? Well I didn't thing I was successfully. I just did what I want, and things seem to be good to me afterwards. How about this time? Will what I do be helpful to me? I shouldn't have asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wU5J-xyApLo/Th_kHbtsBuI/AAAAAAAAFOs/FqgfUeuqcD4/1310712797993.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-5842353780831233020?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/5842353780831233020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=5842353780831233020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/5842353780831233020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/5842353780831233020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2011/07/am-i-traveling.html' title='Am I Traveling'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wU5J-xyApLo/Th_kHbtsBuI/AAAAAAAAFOs/FqgfUeuqcD4/s72-c/1310712797993.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-6488948787104226696</id><published>2010-11-06T16:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T17:09:17.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>So Here I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fo4R1DubDXYCoulCFgXsocUpXLDEDMhN0qfXttE4loc/edit?hl=zh_TW&amp;authkey=CM-jrNEL"&gt;A self-narrative in Chinese written before my military service &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-6488948787104226696?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/6488948787104226696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=6488948787104226696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6488948787104226696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6488948787104226696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2010/11/myself-and-i.html' title='So Here I Am'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-4929963211390221922</id><published>2010-06-12T13:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:27:05.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la musique'/><title type='text'>Music - All The Lovers</title><content type='html'>My cold words towards other's romantic relationships are actually out of my difficult romantic history. Somehow I believe every couple plays the same dramas, narrates the same lines, and ends the same. Then I hear a voice shouting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drop the curtain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was late, but I realized everyone has a chance to write his or her own script. What I have been through belongs to me only. I am not saying I am any different from others. On the contrary, I have no way to be a tragic heroine. The stage is open for everyone. I just wish to watch the curtain raising again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless All The Lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ekPRAeHc-L4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ekPRAeHc-L4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=frv6FOt1BNI&amp;feature=related"&gt;Click Here and Watch Official Music Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All The Lovers&lt;br /&gt;by Kylie Minogue &lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;It's all I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;So won't you&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here with you&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you move&lt;br /&gt;I'll get inside your groove&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm on fire fire fire fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you get too close&lt;br /&gt;But baby it hurts&lt;br /&gt;If love is really good&lt;br /&gt;You just want more&lt;br /&gt;Even if it throws you to the fire fire fire fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lovers&lt;br /&gt;That have gone before&lt;br /&gt;They don't compare to you&lt;br /&gt;Don't be running&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;They don't compare&lt;br /&gt;All the lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see there's so much here to feel&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside in your heart&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm real&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that this is really higher higher higher higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;I know you find it hard&lt;br /&gt;But baby breathe&lt;br /&gt;Lying next to me&lt;br /&gt;Its all you need&lt;br /&gt;And i'll take you there&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you higher higher higher higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lovers&lt;br /&gt;That have gone before&lt;br /&gt;They don't compare to you&lt;br /&gt;Don't be running&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;They don't compare&lt;br /&gt;All the lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;It's all I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;So won't you dance&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here with you&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you move&lt;br /&gt;Even if it throws you to the fire fire fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lovers&lt;br /&gt;That have gone before&lt;br /&gt;They don't compare to you&lt;br /&gt;Don't be running&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;They don't compare&lt;br /&gt;All the lovers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-4929963211390221922?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/4929963211390221922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=4929963211390221922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/4929963211390221922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/4929963211390221922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2010/06/music-all-lovers.html' title='Music - All The Lovers'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-8721273364175096726</id><published>2010-04-23T03:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T04:03:30.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la musique'/><title type='text'>Music - What Hurts the Most</title><content type='html'>People are oblivious, some may say. Some things and  some people last longer in the life nonetheless. Forgetting is much harder than I've expected. I used to wonder what all could have been but perhaps not any better. What was left was much more than my deep sadness. Perhaps it had turned out to be the best, since I was being so close to everything I wanted. The happiness went so far away from me. I thought I had lost them for good, but they lasted in the past. Having is gratification and knowing having embraced so much is bliss. Now I see the present and the future, in which I possess far more than I've hoped.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    I saw you, but no, not today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. thanks to all members of the Bee Family :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And special thanks to "the roommate's" true story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5FlhxIibB0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5FlhxIibB0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ELkWIGOxPyk"&gt;Click for a better quality version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div id="title"&gt;What Hurts The Most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="title"&gt;by Rascal Flatts&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="lyrics"&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;That don't  bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;br /&gt;I'm  not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Even though going on with you gone  still upsets me&lt;br /&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok&lt;br /&gt;But  that's not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And  having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What  could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was tryin' to  do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But  I'm doin' It&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm  alone&lt;br /&gt;Still Harder&lt;br /&gt;Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this  regret&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;br /&gt;I would trade give away all the  words that I saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the  most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk  away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving  you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so  close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never  knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I  was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;That's what I was trying  to do&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-8721273364175096726?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/8721273364175096726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=8721273364175096726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/8721273364175096726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/8721273364175096726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2010/04/music-what-hurts-most.html' title='Music - What Hurts the Most'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-7094315993861821892</id><published>2010-01-31T02:13:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:05:34.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>Just A Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/S2R3EVy8_FI/AAAAAAAAEys/HjCeyahXT8c/s1600-h/DSC00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/S2R3EVy8_FI/AAAAAAAAEys/HjCeyahXT8c/s400/DSC00015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432597966969699410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard there is a thing in the world called 'love', but I've never seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened that I was into some people ridiculously for a short period, but I would call it a 'crash'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people said that they were in love with me, but I told them that they were in an 'obsession'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to doubt whether I've ever loved anyone, but eventually I realized that 'love' was just a word . You can write it down in passionate lyrics or say it so loud to be heard in the whole universe. It is just a word, nevertheless. The essence can never be correctly or completely shown, expressed, or proofed through such a simple thing as a word. Then I know, once upon a time, I loved you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-7094315993861821892?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/7094315993861821892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=7094315993861821892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/7094315993861821892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/7094315993861821892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-word.html' title='Just A Word'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/S2R3EVy8_FI/AAAAAAAAEys/HjCeyahXT8c/s72-c/DSC00015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-4659218847882078678</id><published>2010-01-07T16:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T15:58:45.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la musique'/><title type='text'>Symphonie</title><content type='html'>They are aboard. What they did the most was making phone calls. I remember the same days I had. I remember the last talk in flesh we had twelve hours before the plain. I remember the last sight of you when you got on the train. Well, I didn't expect them to be the last. I was too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;. I wish my friends the best, but how does it help? The story has been written long time ago. We are just turning the pages. Somehow I believe they will have a good story. Die Symphonie ist nicht für Alles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzKaQstg0u0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and watch the offical video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEM7Bl3YIHw&amp;amp;hl=de_DE&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEM7Bl3YIHw&amp;amp;hl=de_DE&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symphonie / Silbermond&lt;br /&gt;Sag mir was ist bloß um uns geschehn&lt;br /&gt;Du scheinst mir auf einmal völlig fremd zu sein&lt;br /&gt;Warum geht's mir nich mehr gut&lt;br /&gt;Wenn ich in deinen Armen liege&lt;br /&gt;Ist es egal geworden was mit uns passiert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo willst du hin ich kann dich kaum noch sehn&lt;br /&gt;Unsre Eitelkeit stellt sich uns in den Weg&lt;br /&gt;Wollten wir nich alles wagen haben wir uns vielleicht verraten&lt;br /&gt;Ich hab geglaubt wir könnten echt alles ertragen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symphonie&lt;br /&gt;Und jetzt wird es still um uns&lt;br /&gt;Denn wir stehn hier im Regen haben nichts mehr zu geben&lt;br /&gt;Und es ist besser wenn du gehst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denn es ist Zeit&lt;br /&gt;Sich ein zu gestehn dass es nicht geht&lt;br /&gt;Es gibt nichts mehr zu reden denn wenn's so regnet&lt;br /&gt;Ist es besser aufzugeben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und es verdichtet sich die Stille über uns&lt;br /&gt;Ich versteh nich ein Wort mehr aus deinem Mund&lt;br /&gt;Haben wir zu viel versucht warum konnten wir's nicht ahnen&lt;br /&gt;Es wird nicht leicht sein das alles einzusehn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symphonie&lt;br /&gt;Und jetzt wird es still um uns&lt;br /&gt;Denn wir stehn hier im Regen haben uns nichts mehr zu geben&lt;br /&gt;Und es ist besser wenn du gehst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denn es ist Zeit&lt;br /&gt;Sich ein zu gestehn dass es nicht geht&lt;br /&gt;Es gibt nichts mehr zu reden denn wenn's so regnet&lt;br /&gt;Ist es besser aufzugeben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irgendwo sind wir gescheitert&lt;br /&gt;Und so wie's ist so geht's nich weiter&lt;br /&gt;Das Ende ist schon lang geschrieben&lt;br /&gt;Und das war unsre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symphonie&lt;br /&gt;Und jetzt wird es still um uns&lt;br /&gt;Denn wir stehn hier im Regen haben uns nichts mehr zu geben&lt;br /&gt;Und es ist besser wenn du gehst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denn es ist Zeit&lt;br /&gt;Sich ein zu gestehn dass es nicht geht&lt;br /&gt;Es gibt nichts mehr zu reden denn wenn's so regnet&lt;br /&gt;Ist es besser aufzugeben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-4659218847882078678?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/4659218847882078678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=4659218847882078678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/4659218847882078678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/4659218847882078678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2010/01/symphonie.html' title='Symphonie'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-8680568956481761317</id><published>2009-11-23T01:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:44:53.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='le cinéma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la musique'/><title type='text'>When Your Mind's Made Up</title><content type='html'>Listening to the song, I cried a little for the stupid jerk. Once is enough. Tears should not appear again, but I am glad they did this time. It shows I am somehow not empty after the good-bye. Something stays, which connects me to the song and to the soul of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MgPqYKG2y4&amp;amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MgPqYKG2y4&amp;amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When Your Mind's Made Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So&lt;br /&gt;If you ever want something&lt;br /&gt;And You call, you call&lt;br /&gt;And I'll come running to fight&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be at your door&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing worth running for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your mind is made up&lt;br /&gt;When your mind is made up&lt;br /&gt;There's no point trying to change it&lt;br /&gt;When your mind is made up&lt;br /&gt;When your mind is made up&lt;br /&gt;There's no point trying to stop it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see you're just like everyone&lt;br /&gt;When you share your falls&lt;br /&gt;All you want to do is run away&lt;br /&gt;And hide all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;When there's fall, there's fall&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your mind is made up&lt;br /&gt;When your mind is made up&lt;br /&gt;There's no point trying to change it&lt;br /&gt;When your mind is made up&lt;br /&gt;When your mind is made up&lt;br /&gt;There's no point even talkin'&lt;br /&gt;When your mind is made up&lt;br /&gt;When your mind is made up&lt;br /&gt;There's no point trying to fight it&lt;br /&gt;When your mind, your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no point trying to change it&lt;br /&gt;When your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;If you ever want something&lt;br /&gt;Then you call, call&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll come running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-8680568956481761317?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/8680568956481761317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=8680568956481761317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/8680568956481761317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/8680568956481761317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-your-minds-made-up.html' title='When Your Mind&apos;s Made Up'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-5130650289205259799</id><published>2009-09-27T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T02:23:17.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>Incapable of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/Sr5P-EH2BrI/AAAAAAAAET0/vLucJHx5OSE/s1600-h/R0018630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/Sr5P-EH2BrI/AAAAAAAAET0/vLucJHx5OSE/s320/R0018630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsieur grand's leaving from me is a vital, unrecoverable wound. It is not merely sadness about breaking up. A belief deep inside me is broken. As one of my best friends said about me "Madame Bovary is dead." but how can it possibly happend? I am Madame Bovary. If she is dead, how can&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; still be alive? I am so alive that it seems I've got over everything. I told myself that I was given a new life, but the past was there. It changed me, no way back. I can do sex, but can I fall in love as I did before? I please everyone and there is no goal. Since the split every step I took was meaningless. &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-5130650289205259799?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/5130650289205259799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=5130650289205259799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/5130650289205259799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/5130650289205259799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2009/09/incapable-of-love.html' title='Incapable of Love'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/Sr5P-EH2BrI/AAAAAAAAET0/vLucJHx5OSE/s72-c/R0018630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-6816763701664691551</id><published>2009-07-22T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:48:48.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vie'/><title type='text'>Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SmcHfCgmEDI/AAAAAAAADVM/cOSoMpBsx5A/s1600-h/R0013486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SmcHfCgmEDI/AAAAAAAADVM/cOSoMpBsx5A/s320/R0013486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361262111238787122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you in love with him or just having fun?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I don't think I can love anyone in such a short time, and I've already told you that I am taken."&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't matter. Love comes when it comes."&lt;br /&gt;"You are such an emotional man."&lt;br /&gt;"No, I just know more about the reality."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you love him?"&lt;br /&gt;"He is a very nice person."&lt;br /&gt;"But you told me that he was not so sweet on the phone."&lt;br /&gt;"No, but I know he really cares about me."&lt;br /&gt;"How?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't like him so much, you can...."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I do."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-6816763701664691551?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/6816763701664691551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=6816763701664691551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6816763701664691551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6816763701664691551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2009/07/q.html' title='Q &amp; A'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SmcHfCgmEDI/AAAAAAAADVM/cOSoMpBsx5A/s72-c/R0013486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-1287692167138178503</id><published>2009-07-14T22:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:14:09.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la musique'/><title type='text'>Music - Primavera In Anticipo</title><content type='html'>A good song can accompany me through a long lonely time. Sitting in a McDonald's in the midnight, I was impressed with the voice I heard. It was deep in the dark night but shining as the flash on a cold blade. I believed I saw something, but not with my eyes. Did I breathe it in? Or did it fall at my feet? No no, no...it is just a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wELimmLWyyo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wELimmLWyyo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primavera In Anticipo (It Is My Song)&lt;br /&gt;by Laura Pausini &amp;amp; James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per scontato non do&lt;br /&gt;niente di quel che ho&lt;br /&gt;neanche un minimo brivido, ora no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the air that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;It's my fall at your feet&lt;br /&gt;It is my song&lt;br /&gt;I sing when you are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso... sei la causa mia primaria&lt;br /&gt;adesso in me&lt;br /&gt;di tutto il buono che c'è&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-a-a-a lo so&lt;br /&gt;sei la primavera in anticipo&lt;br /&gt;ah-a-a-a la prova che&lt;br /&gt;dimostra quale effetto hai su di me&lt;br /&gt;perché...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my hopes and my fears (my hopes and fears)&lt;br /&gt;in this moment are clear&lt;br /&gt;you are the one (the one)&lt;br /&gt;my moon my star my sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per questo nei polmoni cambia l'aria&lt;br /&gt;del resto sei... sei&lt;br /&gt;sei tutto il buono che c'è&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahah lo so&lt;br /&gt;questa primavera in anticipo&lt;br /&gt;ahahah l'esempio che&lt;br /&gt;dimostra quanto effetto hai su me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiori... che nascono dai rovi ah-a (ah-a)&lt;br /&gt;qui fuori cicatrizzano... gli errori miei&lt;br /&gt;ah-a-a-a ah-a-a-a&lt;br /&gt;ah-a-a-a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei tu senz'alcun dubbio l'artefice&lt;br /&gt;di questa primavera che c'è&lt;br /&gt;in me... in me&lt;br /&gt;qui fuori&lt;br /&gt;ah-a-a-a... ah&lt;br /&gt;nell'autoscatto di noi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-1287692167138178503?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/1287692167138178503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=1287692167138178503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/1287692167138178503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/1287692167138178503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-primavera-in-anticipo.html' title='Music - Primavera In Anticipo'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-390479633861943121</id><published>2009-06-20T03:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T03:35:57.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>The Other Side of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/Sjvk90R5CXI/AAAAAAAADJU/-SLNMUPe0E4/s1600-h/R0016631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/Sjvk90R5CXI/AAAAAAAADJU/-SLNMUPe0E4/s400/R0016631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349120733089433970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;     2009 summer, Lake Geneva&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Despite the stress and the sorrow of an adult I have, I really appreciate such a life I have. Three years have passed since my graduation from high school. Time flies, people say, but I am amazed when looking back how much has happened during the three years, the golden years. To my best friends, I show my heartly appreciation. I used to think that I live under dark clouds but, with you guys' company, I realized the sunshine is upon me, as it always does. And underneath the sunshine stand me and &lt;em&gt;you.  &lt;/em&gt;On the other side of the world, I still can see you through the similarity in my daily life, the views I saw, the sounds I heard, and the feeling I had...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you help me. Can you let me go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And can you still love me, when you can't see me any more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;     &lt;/em&gt;I am happy, and I will be back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-390479633861943121?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/390479633861943121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=390479633861943121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/390479633861943121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/390479633861943121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2009/06/other-side-of-world.html' title='The Other Side of the World'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/Sjvk90R5CXI/AAAAAAAADJU/-SLNMUPe0E4/s72-c/R0016631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-2277019390150575740</id><published>2009-05-20T04:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:49:27.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>Sex in der City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/ShMRscnDwjI/AAAAAAAADIs/uDcwFpKG23A/s1600-h/R0014963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/ShMRscnDwjI/AAAAAAAADIs/uDcwFpKG23A/s320/R0014963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337629438656102962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...well, I didn't have sex in Munich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the years, I always want to be someone else. Even though I am proud of what I have achieved and happy to be around with what is around me, I want to be another man. I will trade everything I own to experience the things I have never got a chance to touch. The desire, as you think, is dangerous. I used to see the lines in a far distance but I realized I could cross it with ease, just like an apple falling from the trees. And I am always attempting to do so. Oh, you think it wrong. It is not sex that I am talking about….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know that boredom is the most scaring thing in the world (there was a poem I read saying this when I was studying western literature). I push myself deeper into the darkness whenever the world makes me bored. I don’t think there is right or wrong between this. I am happy that I can see and feel another part of the world. It is an adventure, at risk sometimes. I just need to know how to stand on the edge and never fall from the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes. When I am waiting for the bus, killing the time with TV programs, or typing the damn post on my blog, the clock ticks and ticks. The youngness brings me privileges, but it is walking away from me day by day. I count the days I have, fewer and fewer. Youth, how charming it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of the post comes after the name of a porn shop in Nürnberg. If you are attracted by it, I am very sorry that sex is not the topic of this post, at least not literally. I am not so proud to talk about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-2277019390150575740?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/2277019390150575740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=2277019390150575740' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/2277019390150575740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/2277019390150575740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2009/05/sex-in-der-city.html' title='Sex in der City'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/ShMRscnDwjI/AAAAAAAADIs/uDcwFpKG23A/s72-c/R0014963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-8728736045229020863</id><published>2008-11-21T00:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:31:49.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monsieur grand'/><title type='text'>One out of Three Hundred Sixty-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SSWPUa4da_I/AAAAAAAABZU/Bt0-OWITOr4/s1600-h/R0012246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SSWPUa4da_I/AAAAAAAABZU/Bt0-OWITOr4/s400/R0012246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270776519883320306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use fifty-three minutes recollecting your footsteps when walking on the side walk.&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-seven minutes recalling your words when I am supposed to listen to the courses.&lt;br /&gt;One hour and eleven minutes imagining you are sitting in the dinner table by my side. &lt;br /&gt;Like a pedal in a season, how I miss you today is just one out of three hundred sixty-five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-8728736045229020863?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/8728736045229020863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=8728736045229020863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/8728736045229020863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/8728736045229020863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-out-of-three-hundred-sixty-five.html' title='One out of Three Hundred Sixty-Five'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SSWPUa4da_I/AAAAAAAABZU/Bt0-OWITOr4/s72-c/R0012246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-7828437815530973077</id><published>2008-11-05T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:14:37.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la musique'/><title type='text'>Music - Angels</title><content type='html'>I have been looking for the angels you talked about, but I still have no idea where they are. Are they in the lights from the farthest stars or in the black shell that no one see through? I know they are somewhere, but it's just not my time to see them because the love is not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LF8unwxhNho&amp;amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LF8unwxhNho&amp;amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and wait&lt;br /&gt;Does an angel contemplate my fate&lt;br /&gt;And do they know&lt;br /&gt;The places where we go&lt;br /&gt;When were grey and old&lt;br /&gt;cos I have been told&lt;br /&gt;That salvation lets their wings unfold&lt;br /&gt;So when Im lying in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts running through my head&lt;br /&gt;And I feel the love is dead&lt;br /&gt;Im loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through it all she offers me protection&lt;br /&gt;A lot of love and affection&lt;br /&gt;Whether Im right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;And down the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it may take me&lt;br /&gt;I know that life wont break me&lt;br /&gt;When I come to call she wont forsake me&lt;br /&gt;Im loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Im feeling weak&lt;br /&gt;And my pain walks down a one way street&lt;br /&gt;I look above&lt;br /&gt;And I know Ill always be blessed with love&lt;br /&gt;And as the feeling grows&lt;br /&gt;She breathes flesh to my bones&lt;br /&gt;And when love is dead&lt;br /&gt;Im loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through it all she offers me protection&lt;br /&gt;A lot of love and affection&lt;br /&gt;Whether Im right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;And down the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it may take me&lt;br /&gt;I know that life wont break me&lt;br /&gt;When I come to call she wont forsake me&lt;br /&gt;Im loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through it all she offers me protection&lt;br /&gt;A lot of love and affection&lt;br /&gt;Whether Im right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;And down the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it may take me&lt;br /&gt;I know that life wont break me&lt;br /&gt;When I come to call she wont forsake me&lt;br /&gt;Im loving angels instead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-7828437815530973077?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/7828437815530973077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=7828437815530973077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/7828437815530973077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/7828437815530973077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/11/music-angels.html' title='Music - Angels'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-6362259682898332470</id><published>2008-10-14T20:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:14:56.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>Ridiculed</title><content type='html'>At first I thought I was ridiculed by someone, but latter I realized it was the destiny that jeered at me. His absence triggered my tears. I thought I could get it through with other's company, but it showed me that I was alone, as I was all the time. The closer I get to someone, the less I feel confident or understood. For a few minutes, the idea reminds me the world of death. At least it is a place free to go to. I have paid a lot to get to the place I desired. There was a time I thought it was so close but I was completely wrong. If it has proved me in a wrong place, where am I after all? Where to go next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-6362259682898332470?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/6362259682898332470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=6362259682898332470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6362259682898332470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6362259682898332470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/10/ridiculed.html' title='Ridiculed'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-3609421873232801424</id><published>2008-10-02T22:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:41:22.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monsieur grand'/><title type='text'>Please Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SOTcshzduJI/AAAAAAAABXM/ehBmZ34qBe4/s1600-h/R0011295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SOTcshzduJI/AAAAAAAABXM/ehBmZ34qBe4/s400/R0011295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252565722967423122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember the rain makes the fools lie, &lt;br /&gt;but can't stop a movie about lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks fade in the dark sky, &lt;br /&gt;but last in someone's purest eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the bridge with the blue lights, &lt;br /&gt;and the night without the moon white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please remember the setting sun is held in the hand tight, &lt;br /&gt;and that the hearts of happiness will never age or die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-3609421873232801424?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/3609421873232801424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=3609421873232801424' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/3609421873232801424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/3609421873232801424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-remeber.html' title='Please Remember'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SOTcshzduJI/AAAAAAAABXM/ehBmZ34qBe4/s72-c/R0011295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-7406889580853883434</id><published>2008-08-22T01:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:28:14.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monsieur grand'/><title type='text'>Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SK2qJw4hS7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/bO76-NgdCEI/s1600-h/R0011007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SK2qJw4hS7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/bO76-NgdCEI/s400/R0011007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237029026419264434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     What do I want? I don't really know. It could be a hand to hold, a cheek to touch, or a ear to whisper in. No matter what it is, I stay with my answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-7406889580853883434?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/7406889580853883434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=7406889580853883434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/7406889580853883434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/7406889580853883434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/08/arms.html' title='Arms'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SK2qJw4hS7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/bO76-NgdCEI/s72-c/R0011007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-1087826219626415711</id><published>2008-08-10T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:08:22.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>I made this post to make me never forget what I heard today and to keep in mind my destiny given and chosen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-1087826219626415711?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/1087826219626415711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=1087826219626415711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/1087826219626415711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/1087826219626415711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/08/mother.html' title='Mother'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-6423895664162366447</id><published>2008-08-09T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:34:59.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monsieur grand'/><title type='text'>Tied</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SJ1g4Wu887I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_EoZW_sYo50/s1600-h/R0010927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SJ1g4Wu887I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_EoZW_sYo50/s400/R0010927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232444863365837746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the wind, the view, the fried oysters, and the purity in the cloudless eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-6423895664162366447?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/6423895664162366447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=6423895664162366447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6423895664162366447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6423895664162366447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/08/tied.html' title='Tied'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SJ1g4Wu887I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_EoZW_sYo50/s72-c/R0010927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-1618759403646792418</id><published>2008-07-28T20:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:35:34.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monsieur grand'/><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Big,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The time we spent together was really great. I appreciate your company...about the last question you asked, I could not lie to you even when it was a bitter truth to tell. I wouldn't say a word to defend myself or to justify my faults. It was something I really have done and it didn't happen accidentally. It was my sin. But I should still let you see what behind the truth is - my agony. Every minute and every second, I wish was able to undo things in the past, but nothing will change for me. A mistake I have made is like an dark ink in the white paper that can never be erased. It was the unbearable heaviness of being. And at the moment you asked me the question, I only wish I could have been able to lie, but I would never do, not to you ,not to him, not to myself. I would not dare to do another wrong thing...yup, maybe I earn much money recently, but I have lost something priceless during the last ten months, l'amour. I believe you keep it well in your heart even after the split. You will find someone, but I deserve to seek myself on my own. You are a good guy that will be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-1618759403646792418?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/1618759403646792418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=1618759403646792418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/1618759403646792418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/1618759403646792418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/07/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-5927664488025785614</id><published>2008-07-14T20:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:11:46.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vie'/><title type='text'>One Night in Beijing</title><content type='html'>Indeed, the night was delighting, fascinating. I thought everything would go fast as if I were dreaming. But the time went really slow, and it didn't feel like a dream. I was wholly involved, seeing what was happening. I was on a sit, watching the dazzling lights and the discordant swings, letting myself taken over by the excitement which came so gently. The world spin upside down. Just one second I knew I was going to spend the night in Beijing. I stood up, and then there was nothing in my eyes. I could not see, because my senses were all in busy lines. I smelled, I felt, I kissed. The music went on loud and thus the ticks were not heard. I shouldn't have wished it to be forever because it was what made it so beautiful. Save 'Good night,' it was morning again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-5927664488025785614?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/5927664488025785614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=5927664488025785614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/5927664488025785614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/5927664488025785614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-night-in-beijing.html' title='One Night in Beijing'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-9221314883634888840</id><published>2008-07-07T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:10:13.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>The Longest Night Ever</title><content type='html'>I should have had more sleep last night, but that was not what I longed for. Back and forth, for so long I had been thinking; back or forth, the next choice I was making. Losing was what I was afraid of, but no fear I should have had. I was just tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-9221314883634888840?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/9221314883634888840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=9221314883634888840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/9221314883634888840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/9221314883634888840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/07/longest-night-ever.html' title='The Longest Night Ever'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-9145676115973488137</id><published>2008-06-09T19:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:56:15.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vie'/><title type='text'>Cocktail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SE0bpddXfTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4GetmK6OKQs/s1600-h/DSC06210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SE0bpddXfTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4GetmK6OKQs/s400/DSC06210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209850743033920818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if this would be my last time to stand on the stage, but it was good enough to be the last one. The concert was great, but what I cared about more was the people who were there. A part of the people are leaving, which reminds me of my leaving, and the sadness is so hard to hide. I believe next year will be even better on the hands of the boys and girls. If so, my staying is even needless. Good luck to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my heartfelt thanks to Huan and Ring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-9145676115973488137?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/9145676115973488137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=9145676115973488137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/9145676115973488137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/9145676115973488137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/06/cocktail.html' title='Cocktail'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SE0bpddXfTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4GetmK6OKQs/s72-c/DSC06210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-7106011968023046080</id><published>2008-05-17T01:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:06:45.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vie'/><title type='text'>Flush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SC3KBBdY3bI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QNI9A2Iquo8/s1600-h/DSC_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SC3KBBdY3bI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QNI9A2Iquo8/s400/DSC_0375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201035263603170738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a flush. No matter how hard I try to hold my breath in the water, it never changes the fact that I cannot get the air underneath. For so long I have been trying to find a group of people I belong to, or a place I can stay forever, but there is nothing for me, at least not in my eyes. Dazzling, dazzling, the disco ball was, and the person holding the microphone was. I am always eager for such shining lights, which I can hardly get a piece of, and that's why I pursue something else. But, what if nothing belongs to me after all? This idea frightens me, to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-7106011968023046080?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/7106011968023046080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=7106011968023046080' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/7106011968023046080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/7106011968023046080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/05/flush.html' title='Flush'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SC3KBBdY3bI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QNI9A2Iquo8/s72-c/DSC_0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-6420441051853942419</id><published>2008-04-14T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:38:34.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la musique'/><title type='text'>Music - Goodnight Goodnight</title><content type='html'>Hanging out with old friends is always pleasant, and meeting new people is always full of surprises. It has been way too long and there is nothing left. I doubt if I am capable of saying goodbye, but it is certainly late enough to say goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. There are thirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-07xfeR5kQk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-07xfeR5kQk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-6420441051853942419?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/6420441051853942419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=6420441051853942419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6420441051853942419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6420441051853942419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/04/music-goodnight-goodnight.html' title='Music - Goodnight Goodnight'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-4348381630710407834</id><published>2008-04-12T22:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:58:23.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>Yes it is a lie. I always know why I am gloomy, and I can tell you with thousands of words but you will never understand. The trning point before was not a turning of my life but one of my heart. Somehow I let it control the moods in the paradox's box. Sadness emerged when I felt so small &lt;em&gt;off the stage&lt;/em&gt; in the crowd. I hate this. It is so pathetic of me to say the words not in my heart. Seeing even kills me more. I would quit if I knew how to do it. Damn it.... Get "the truth"? Of course I refused. I have hurt enough and I won't do such stupid things to cut my heart deeper. Now, what in my eyes is only the darkest sky behind the fireworks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-4348381630710407834?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/4348381630710407834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=4348381630710407834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/4348381630710407834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/4348381630710407834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/04/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-2656247255925491504</id><published>2008-03-22T14:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:51:28.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>Innocence</title><content type='html'>For a few weeks, or longer, I was completely lost. I thought I should fall as everyone did even though I knew clearly it wasn't me. Now I just woke up after a talk to an unfamiliar friend. He let me know that there are people hanging there and being themselves. It's true that he can't help me with anything, but I know I am not alone when I refuse to become one of them. Yes, I feel disappointed of many, but I can't let me be disappointed of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-2656247255925491504?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/2656247255925491504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=2656247255925491504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/2656247255925491504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/2656247255925491504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/03/innocence.html' title='Innocence'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-3542168434528418861</id><published>2008-03-13T21:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:46:30.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vie'/><title type='text'>Tech Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://60.250.34.222/taiwan/student/events/msp/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://60.250.34.222/taiwan/student/events/msp/images/sd_top1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://60.250.34.222/taiwan/student/events/msp/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:-20px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://60.250.34.222/taiwan/student/events/msp/images/sd_top2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://60.250.34.222/taiwan/student/events/msp/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:-20px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://60.250.34.222/taiwan/student/events/msp/images/sd_top3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://60.250.34.222/taiwan/student/events/msp/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:-20px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://60.250.34.222/taiwan/student/events/msp/images/sd_top4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://60.250.34.222/taiwan/student/events/msp/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:-20px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://60.250.34.222/taiwan/student/events/msp/images/sd_top5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really cool tour, a chance for everyone to learn about the newest technologies popping up these few years. It is exciting to me, however, in another way since I am on the stage this time! In the two events held before, it was very exhausting, and I was supposed to give an impressive presentation which I think I must try even harder to make. And I certainly will, so be sure you are there if you have a chance to attend it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-3542168434528418861?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/3542168434528418861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=3542168434528418861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/3542168434528418861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/3542168434528418861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/03/tech-jam.html' title='Tech Jam'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-6684834754165794272</id><published>2008-03-06T18:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T00:58:51.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la musique'/><title type='text'>Music - Misery Business</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since my last music sharing. I have found many extraordinary singers and wonderful songs recently. Paramore is not the most distinctive one, but this song and the video are impressive indeed. I believe you will notice the strong color contrast shown in the video. Everything looks colorful and vivacious. I suppose it is the spirit of the song. It was a pity that I didn't get him where I wanted him, so I got nothing to brag of. Nevertheless, I know for certain that I have something to be proud of, and god it just feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m2JyS7Mp9QM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m2JyS7Mp9QM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misery Business&lt;br /&gt;by Paramore&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the business of misery,&lt;br /&gt;Let's take it from the top. &lt;br /&gt;She's got a body like an hourglass that's ticking like a clock.&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of time before we all run out,&lt;br /&gt;When I thought he was mine she caught him by the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I waited eight long months,&lt;br /&gt;She finally set him free.&lt;br /&gt;I told him I couldn't lie he was the only one for me.&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks and we had caught on fire,&lt;br /&gt;She's got it out for me,&lt;br /&gt;But I wear the biggest smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;But, I got him where I want him now.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, it was never my intention to brag&lt;br /&gt;To steal it all away from you now.&lt;br /&gt;But god does it feel so good,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got him where I want him now.&lt;br /&gt;And if you could then you know you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause god it just feels so...&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change.&lt;br /&gt;Once a whore you're nothing more, I'm sorry, that'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry honey, but I'm passing up, now look this way.&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a million other girls who do it just like you.&lt;br /&gt;Looking as innocent as possible to get to who,&lt;br /&gt;They want and what they like it's easy if you do it right.&lt;br /&gt;Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;But, I got him where I want him now.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, it was never my intention to brag&lt;br /&gt;To steal it all away from you now.&lt;br /&gt;But god does it feel so good,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got him where I want him now.&lt;br /&gt;And if you could then you know you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause god it just feels so...&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched his wildest dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Not one of them involving you&lt;br /&gt;Just watch my wildest dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Not one of them involving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I never meant to brag, but I got him where I want him now.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;But, I got him where I want him now.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, it was never my intention to brag&lt;br /&gt;To steal it all away from you now.&lt;br /&gt;But god does it feel so good,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got him where I want him now.&lt;br /&gt;And if you could then you know you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause god it just feels so...&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-6684834754165794272?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/6684834754165794272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=6684834754165794272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6684834754165794272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6684834754165794272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/03/music-misery-business.html' title='Music - Misery Business'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-3199131356834124277</id><published>2008-02-11T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:27:20.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='le cinéma'/><title type='text'>Movie - Enchanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hv350WPnBNk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hv350WPnBNk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the typical story and the predictable ending, the movie presents beautiful sences and wonderful musics, and brings so much fun to the audience. I post the vedio of one of the best parts of the movie. &lt;em&gt;That's how you know &lt;/em&gt;how wonderful the music is in the movie, and so are the lyrics. There is a big question mark, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-3199131356834124277?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/3199131356834124277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=3199131356834124277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/3199131356834124277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/3199131356834124277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/02/movie-enchanted.html' title='Movie - Enchanted'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-6141337988606433473</id><published>2008-02-01T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:50:39.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vie'/><title type='text'>Pity or Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/R6IJxI_HrPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XSA62qBc9VU/s1600-h/IMG_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/R6IJxI_HrPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XSA62qBc9VU/s400/IMG_0052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161698862750477554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time in Kaohsiung in the previous three days. I have been eager to go there for so long. The plan had been ruined last summer, but it was fulfilled even better this time because a good friend accompanied me all the time during the tour. The city was unbelievably beautiful at night. Even though I was really happy I finally got the chance to come to the city, the dream-like, brilliant lights kept reminding me the pity that I came here alone. I believe I was really touched by the beauty in some way. Guess this is the best compliment to the city, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-6141337988606433473?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/6141337988606433473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=6141337988606433473' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6141337988606433473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6141337988606433473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/02/pity-or-not.html' title='Pity or Not'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/R6IJxI_HrPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XSA62qBc9VU/s72-c/IMG_0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-2335811421114854782</id><published>2008-01-11T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:48:36.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>The Shadow</title><content type='html'>I was probably not supposed to hear the words, but I did. Everying I have done will be written in the heavy book. Most people may never know, but &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; do. There is no need for me to veil anything in my life. I, however, just can't stand the fake smiles and the stupid lies (silent ones). I am pretty well. The shadow is behind me, but I wish it didn't exist. Would you, please, stop your &lt;em&gt;small talk&lt;/em&gt; over me and stand in front of me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-2335811421114854782?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/2335811421114854782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=2335811421114854782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/2335811421114854782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/2335811421114854782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2008/01/shadow.html' title='The Shadow'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-5125006115135088924</id><published>2007-12-25T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T19:51:03.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vie'/><title type='text'>Jingle Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/R3DtYv8bZWI/AAAAAAAAABw/VKzNy0tUPzQ/s1600-h/1198434309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/R3DtYv8bZWI/AAAAAAAAABw/VKzNy0tUPzQ/s400/1198434309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147875383527040354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I was on the stage, but this time I got less excited. It was probably because I started getting used to it, or there was no one making me excited in the audience. It's done  anyway. I am happy about this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-5125006115135088924?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/5125006115135088924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=5125006115135088924' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/5125006115135088924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/5125006115135088924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/12/jingle-bells.html' title='Jingle Bells'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/R3DtYv8bZWI/AAAAAAAAABw/VKzNy0tUPzQ/s72-c/1198434309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-4405529092261669807</id><published>2007-12-05T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T16:48:19.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music - No one</title><content type='html'>Such a great performance you cannot miss! Her beautiful voice makes her an extraordinary singer and her excellent stage performance makes her a perfect star! I love her!&lt;br /&gt;(Thank rixcky for sending me the link)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oKt4Cq4qZiQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oKt4Cq4qZiQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No One&lt;br /&gt;by Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you close&lt;br /&gt;Where you can stay forever&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure&lt;br /&gt;That it will only get better&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry 'cuz&lt;br /&gt;Everythings gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking&lt;br /&gt;They can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;But all I know is everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain is pouring down&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is hurting&lt;br /&gt;You will always be around&lt;br /&gt;This I know for certain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry cause&lt;br /&gt;Everythings gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking&lt;br /&gt;They can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;But all I know is everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people search the world&lt;br /&gt;To find something like what we have&lt;br /&gt;I know people will try&lt;br /&gt;Try to divide&lt;br /&gt;Something so real&lt;br /&gt;So till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-4405529092261669807?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/4405529092261669807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=4405529092261669807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/4405529092261669807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/4405529092261669807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/12/music-no-one.html' title='Music - No one'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-6773638828038410042</id><published>2007-11-22T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:15:48.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='le cinéma'/><title type='text'>Movie - Beowulf</title><content type='html'>Although the story is greatly modified and simplified from the original work(so I heard), the movie represents an interesting and easy-understood story. The animation is astonishing, especially of the main characters like Beowulf and Wealhtheow(the queen), but the slight negligence of the minor characters is noticeable. Moreover, the music is also fantastic through the whole movie. It is not a must-seen work, but definitely worth-seeing one if you can appreciate the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9qpqyO_dmU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9qpqyO_dmU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-6773638828038410042?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/6773638828038410042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=6773638828038410042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6773638828038410042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6773638828038410042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/11/movie-beowulf.html' title='Movie - Beowulf'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-3306111358323794734</id><published>2007-11-16T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:54:26.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vie'/><title type='text'>In Her Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/Rzx33hwW6mI/AAAAAAAAABE/05r9uoH2ZZI/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/Rzx33hwW6mI/AAAAAAAAABE/05r9uoH2ZZI/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133109471133231714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 3rd and 4th, MSP boot camp. Stream tracing, mountain training, paintball games...we are nuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-3306111358323794734?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/3306111358323794734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=3306111358323794734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/3306111358323794734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/3306111358323794734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-her-boots.html' title='In Her Boots'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/Rzx33hwW6mI/AAAAAAAAABE/05r9uoH2ZZI/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-5129263838603475956</id><published>2007-11-06T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:11:44.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la musique'/><title type='text'>Music - The Great Escape</title><content type='html'>I feel stressed every day. Sometimes, when I can hardly stand it, I will lie on the bed desperately and almost cry out. This is when I miss my mother, my brothers, and people I love so well. Although it sounds bad, it is how I realize a short break from life can be so relieving. A supper with friends or a five-minute phone conversation is delighting enough to keep my breath. I escape, so I live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5VdYqd6CdA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5VdYqd6CdA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Escape &lt;br /&gt;by Boys Like Girls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper bags and plastic hearts&lt;br /&gt;All our belongings in shopping carts&lt;br /&gt;It's goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;But we got one more night&lt;br /&gt;Let's get drunk and drive around&lt;br /&gt;And make peace with an empty town&lt;br /&gt;We can make it right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw it away, forget yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We'll make the great escape&lt;br /&gt;We won't hear a word they say&lt;br /&gt;They don't know us anyway&lt;br /&gt;Watch it burn, let it die&lt;br /&gt;Cause we are finally free tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will change our lives&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to be by your side&lt;br /&gt;We'll cry...&lt;br /&gt;We won't give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs&lt;br /&gt;And they'll think it's just cause we're young&lt;br /&gt;And we'll feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw it away, forget yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We'll make the great escape&lt;br /&gt;We won't hear a word they say&lt;br /&gt;They don't know us anyway&lt;br /&gt;Watch it burn, let it die&lt;br /&gt;Cause we are finally free tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the wasted time&lt;br /&gt;The hours that we left behind&lt;br /&gt;The answers that we'll never find&lt;br /&gt;They don't mean a thing tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw it away, forget yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We'll make the great escape&lt;br /&gt;We won't hear a word they say&lt;br /&gt;They don't know us anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw it away, forget yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We'll make the great escape&lt;br /&gt;We won't hear a word they say&lt;br /&gt;They don't know us anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw it away, forget yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We'll make the great escape&lt;br /&gt;We won't hear a word they say&lt;br /&gt;They don't know us anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Watch it burn, let it die&lt;br /&gt;Cause we are finally free tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-5129263838603475956?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/5129263838603475956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=5129263838603475956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/5129263838603475956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/5129263838603475956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/11/music-great-escape.html' title='Music - The Great Escape'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-6261866722239747684</id><published>2007-10-27T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:37:36.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>Turning Point</title><content type='html'>Once again it comes, the thing wanted least but desired most. The word is delighting not for itself but for who is speaking. The happiness wells secretly, and gradually fills the heart full. What will happen then? You tell me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-6261866722239747684?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/6261866722239747684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=6261866722239747684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6261866722239747684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6261866722239747684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/10/turning-point.html' title='Turning Point'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-3936899629530239479</id><published>2007-10-21T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T17:45:04.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la musique'/><title type='text'>Music - Drops of Jupiter</title><content type='html'>I heard that meteor showers can be spotted these days. I don't have much to wish for (or rather I don't know what I should wish most) but I really want to see it. It must be fantastic. Anyway the shooting stars remind me of this song. They are equally beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;(thank rixcky, who is a lover of this song, for sending it to me.)&lt;br /&gt;(hope you enjoy the song anywhere you are, beepbee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VS0CV_GWEMI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VS0CV_GWEMI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drops of Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;by Train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she’s back in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;With drops of jupiter in her hair, ay, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;She acts like summer and walks like rain&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that there’s a time to change, ay, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Since the return from her stay on the moon&lt;br /&gt;She listens like spring and she talks like June, ay, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Ay, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did you sail across the sun?&lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded?&lt;br /&gt;And that heaven is overrated?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did you fall from a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;One without a permanent scar&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she’s back from that soul vacation&lt;br /&gt;Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm&lt;br /&gt;She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that there’s room to grow, hey, hey, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Now that she’s back in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid that she might think of me as &lt;br /&gt;Plain ol’ Jane told a story about a man &lt;br /&gt;Who is too afraid to fly so he never did land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;And head back to the Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Was it everything you wanted to find?&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken?&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend always sticking up for you?&lt;br /&gt;Even when I know you’re wrong&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance&lt;br /&gt;Five-hour phone conversation&lt;br /&gt;The best soy latte that you ever had and me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?&lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day?&lt;br /&gt;And head back to the Milky Way?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did you sail across the sun?&lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;To see the lights all faded?&lt;br /&gt;And that heaven is overrated?&lt;br /&gt;And tell me, did you fall from a shooting star?&lt;br /&gt;One without a permanent scar&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;(Nah nah nah nah nahnah)&lt;br /&gt;And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day?&lt;br /&gt;(Nah nah nah nah nahnah)&lt;br /&gt;And did you fall from a shooting star?&lt;br /&gt;Fall from a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;(Nah nah nah nah nahnah)&lt;br /&gt;And are you lonely looking for yourself out there...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-3936899629530239479?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/3936899629530239479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=3936899629530239479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/3936899629530239479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/3936899629530239479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/10/music-drops-of-jupiter.html' title='Music - Drops of Jupiter'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-6397673491563926437</id><published>2007-10-07T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:54:37.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>Good Night</title><content type='html'>You were asleep. You wouldn't know what I was doing, guilty and shameful. I made a mistake. I have made many mistakes recently. I thought none of them would hurt you, and I was right, they hurt everything but you. I can't hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are asleep, sound and sweet. You've got nothing to worry. I just found a place so safe for us. I am taking you there. The next morning you wake up, you won't see anything changed, but they will be. It is a pledge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-6397673491563926437?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/6397673491563926437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=6397673491563926437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6397673491563926437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6397673491563926437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-night.html' title='Good Night'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-4411977437267323491</id><published>2007-10-03T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T01:25:05.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la musique'/><title type='text'>Music - Taking Chances</title><content type='html'>I want to give this song to the people I love most, and those who don't understand how to love others and cherish the people who really care about you.&lt;br /&gt;(Thank rixcky for sending me this song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t25MxwUUAdI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t25MxwUUAdI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Chances &lt;br /&gt;by Celine Dion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about your life&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about your world but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;On this planet they call Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know about my past&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have a future figured out&lt;br /&gt;And maybe this is going too fast&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's not meant to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do you say to takin' chances?&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumpin' off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or a hand to hold, or hell to pay&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to start again&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can show me how to try&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could take me in&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere underneath your skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to takin' chances?&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumpin' off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or a hand to hold, or hell to pay&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had my heart beaten down&lt;br /&gt;But I always come back for more, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing but love to pull you up,&lt;br /&gt;When you're lying down on the floor yeah&lt;br /&gt;So talk to me, talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do&lt;br /&gt;Yeah walk with me, walk with me&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to takin' chances?&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumpin' off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or a hand to hold, or hell to pay&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about your life,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know much about your world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-4411977437267323491?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/4411977437267323491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=4411977437267323491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/4411977437267323491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/4411977437267323491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/10/music-taking-chances.html' title='Music - Taking Chances'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-5055847064486526996</id><published>2007-09-17T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:43:48.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la musique'/><title type='text'>Music - What I've Done</title><content type='html'>You may have watched this video on TV for several times and heard the same music again and again when you are walking on one street to another, but I still want to post this music video here because it ROCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8sgycukafqQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8sgycukafqQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've Done&lt;br /&gt;by Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this farewell&lt;br /&gt;There’s no blood&lt;br /&gt;There’s no Alibi&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’ve Drawn Regret&lt;br /&gt;From the truth&lt;br /&gt;Of a Thousand Lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let Mercy Come&lt;br /&gt;And Wash Away&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll face myself&lt;br /&gt;To Cross out what I’ve Become&lt;br /&gt;Erase Myself&lt;br /&gt;And let Go of What I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put to rest&lt;br /&gt;What you Thought of Me&lt;br /&gt;While I clean this Slate&lt;br /&gt;With the Hands of Uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let Mercy Come&lt;br /&gt;And Wash Away&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll face myself&lt;br /&gt;To Cross out what I’ve Become&lt;br /&gt;Erase Myself&lt;br /&gt;And let Go of What I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For What I’ve Done&lt;br /&gt;I start again&lt;br /&gt;And whatever pain may come&lt;br /&gt;Today this ends&lt;br /&gt;I’m Forgiving What I’ve Done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll face myself&lt;br /&gt;To Cross out what I’ve Become&lt;br /&gt;Erase Myself&lt;br /&gt;And let Go of What I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve Done&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving What I’ve Done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-5055847064486526996?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/5055847064486526996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=5055847064486526996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/5055847064486526996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/5055847064486526996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/09/music-what-ive-done.html' title='Music - What I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-713784114809876079</id><published>2007-09-17T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:00:13.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vie'/><title type='text'>Friends in Life</title><content type='html'>Back to the campus, the feeling is much different from the first I have been here. Although I got used to the environment pretty soon last year, the people here were all strangers to me. This time, however, I could catch sight of somebody I know around the corner, or find out there are several friends taking the same course with me when I enter the classroom. Friendship riches my life greatly. To talk with, to play tennis, to share my life with, friends are irreplaceable part in my life. I would like to make more and more new friends in my second year here, but I am not sure if I can make it. My personalty may be okay, but I never find myself fun or interesting. Hope I can do better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-713784114809876079?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/713784114809876079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=713784114809876079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/713784114809876079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/713784114809876079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/09/friends-in-life.html' title='Friends in Life'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-5434550949408946388</id><published>2007-08-21T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:50:36.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la musique'/><title type='text'>Music - Crush</title><content type='html'>If you see this, swimmer, I just want to tell I got a crush on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ssgZtP39kUA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ssgZtP39kUA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush&lt;br /&gt;by Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;You know everything that I'm afraid of&lt;br /&gt;You do everything I wish I did&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants you, everybody loves you&lt;br /&gt;I know I should tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone would disappear&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you call me, I'm too scared to be me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm too shy to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I got a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel the way that I do&lt;br /&gt;I get a rush when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I've got a crush on you, a crush on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm the one that you can talk to&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you tell me things that I don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold you&lt;br /&gt;And you say exactly how you feel about her&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, could you ever think of me that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel the way that I do&lt;br /&gt;I get a rush when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I've got a crush on you, a crush on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I wish I could tell somebody&lt;br /&gt;But there's no one to talk to&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows I've got a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;A crush on you, I got a crush (hey, hey yeah)(I got a crush on you)&lt;br /&gt;You say everything that no one says&lt;br /&gt;I feel everything that you're afraid to feel&lt;br /&gt;I will always want you, I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel the way that I do&lt;br /&gt;I get a rush when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I've got a crush on you, a crush on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel the way that I do&lt;br /&gt;I get a rush when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I've got a crush on you, a crush on you...&lt;br /&gt;I've got a crush on you, a crush on you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-5434550949408946388?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/5434550949408946388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=5434550949408946388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/5434550949408946388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/5434550949408946388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/08/music-crush.html' title='Music - Crush'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-3394292057446389921</id><published>2007-08-20T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T01:29:38.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vie'/><title type='text'>Trip Ruined</title><content type='html'>If there had not been a typhoon, if the whether had been fine, if the god had shown some mercy to me, I would had just finished my trip to Tainan and Kaoshiung now. This is my last plan this summer vacation. Now there is nothing left for me, and the vacation will soon come to an end. I loathe my life, my bad luck. If I write down everything have happend to me since my last birthday, which is June second, it will be a story you may see in a exaggerative comic novel. What can I say? C'est la vie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-3394292057446389921?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/3394292057446389921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=3394292057446389921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/3394292057446389921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/3394292057446389921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/08/trip-ruined.html' title='Trip Ruined'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-1977041942751123965</id><published>2007-08-07T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T23:02:35.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la musique'/><title type='text'>Music - Before He Cheats</title><content type='html'>Cool song! Carrie Underwood has a very beautiful voice for soft country music while she is able to represent this song so well, full of anger and "woman power". It is really impressive. But I don't think I will dare to do such things if someone cheats me. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T56vLzS5i5w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T56vLzS5i5w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before He Cheats&lt;br /&gt;by Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleached-blond trim, &lt;br /&gt;and she's probably getting frisky... &lt;br /&gt;right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can't shoot whiskey... &lt;br /&gt;Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick, showing her how to shoot a combo... &lt;br /&gt;And he don't know... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dug my key into the side of his pretty little suped up 4 wheel drive, &lt;br /&gt;carved my name into his leather seat... &lt;br /&gt;I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights, &lt;br /&gt;slashed a hole in all 4 tires... &lt;br /&gt;And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, she's probably up singing some &lt;br /&gt;white-trash version of Shania karoke.. &lt;br /&gt;Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk" &lt;br /&gt;and he's a thinking that he's gonna lucky, &lt;br /&gt;Right now, he's probably dabbing 3 dollars worth of that bathroom Polo... &lt;br /&gt;And he don't know... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little suped up 4 wheel drive, &lt;br /&gt;carved my name into his leather seat, &lt;br /&gt;I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights, &lt;br /&gt;slashed a hole in all 4 tires... &lt;br /&gt;And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might saved a little trouble for the next girl, &lt;br /&gt;Cause the next time that he cheats... &lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know it won't be on me! &lt;br /&gt;Ohh... not on me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dug my key into the side of his pretty little suped up 4 wheel drive, &lt;br /&gt;carved my name into his leather seat... &lt;br /&gt;I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights, &lt;br /&gt;slashed a hole in all 4 tires... &lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats. &lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats... &lt;br /&gt;Ohh... before he cheats...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-1977041942751123965?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/1977041942751123965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=1977041942751123965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/1977041942751123965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/1977041942751123965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/08/music-before-he-cheats.html' title='Music - Before He Cheats'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-6272294891498129705</id><published>2007-08-07T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:18:54.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>Obsessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This happens&amp;nbsp;from time to time. I will be totally drawn to&amp;nbsp;specific words, eager, incident, or person. No matter what I am doing, it reminds me of it. This kind of obsession is bad, I would say. It prevents me from concentration. It makes the life become extremely boring when&amp;nbsp;the hunger&amp;nbsp;is not satisfied. Boredom, the most suffering in the world. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now I am obsessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-6272294891498129705?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/6272294891498129705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=6272294891498129705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6272294891498129705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/6272294891498129705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/08/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-8253671666178204740</id><published>2007-08-03T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T23:26:51.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vie'/><title type='text'>Team Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/RrSZ7kaniKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BNmPYpQlE2s/s1600-h/PICT0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/RrSZ7kaniKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BNmPYpQlE2s/s400/PICT0138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094866327129524386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that our team Three Little++ won the prize in Curriculum Jam Taipei. Everything turned out to be so good when I thought we might have ruined everything. All of us slept less than 3 hours during the two-day competition. Everyone worked so hard and we couldn't have succeeded if we had lost anyone of us. Though our game was made hurriedly and kind of roughly,we did put our innovation and idea sparks into the game. Our team was so great.&lt;br /&gt;WE made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about Curriculum Jam Taipei:&lt;br /&gt;http://wiki.laptop.org/go/Curriculum_Jam_Taipei/lang-zh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;competition results (our work is called "plus plus"):&lt;br /&gt;http://wiki.laptop.org/go/Curriculum_Jam_Taipei/Results&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-8253671666178204740?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/8253671666178204740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=8253671666178204740' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/8253671666178204740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/8253671666178204740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/08/team-power.html' title='Team Power'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/RrSZ7kaniKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BNmPYpQlE2s/s72-c/PICT0138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-646729438061125969</id><published>2007-05-05T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T16:19:31.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la musique'/><title type='text'>Music - Never Too Late</title><content type='html'>I love this song! I appreciate the music, the lyrics, and the video. Enjoy and keep in mind that whatever has happened to you, turning things around is never too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Onp5uTEttMU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Onp5uTEttMU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Too Late&lt;br /&gt;by Three Days Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world will never be what I expected&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't belong who would've guessed it&lt;br /&gt;I will not leave alone everything that I own&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel like it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I say&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Still I hear you say&lt;br /&gt;You want to end your life&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we try to just stay alive&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll turn it all around&lt;br /&gt;Cause' it's not too late it's never too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world will never see this side reflected&lt;br /&gt;And if there's something wrong who would've guessed it&lt;br /&gt;And I am left alone everything that I own&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel like it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I say&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Still I hear you say&lt;br /&gt;You want to end your life&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just try to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it'll turn around&lt;br /&gt;Cause' it's not too late it's never too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world we knew won't come back&lt;br /&gt;Time we've lost can't get back&lt;br /&gt;Life we have&lt;br /&gt;And won't be us again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world will never be what I expected&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I say&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Still I hear you say&lt;br /&gt;You wanna end your life&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we try to just stay alive&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll turn it all around&lt;br /&gt;Because it's not too late it's never too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-646729438061125969?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/646729438061125969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=646729438061125969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/646729438061125969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/646729438061125969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/05/music-never-too-late.html' title='Music - Never Too Late'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077733714387682325.post-8497196400743886613</id><published>2007-05-05T11:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:41:02.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>Feng, C'est Moi</title><content type='html'>One of my teachers told me that a world without the god is meaningless.  The will of human being is weak originally, he said, so we devote ourselves to things which we think are significant, such as occupations or family relationship, to make ourselves valuable. You, however, can get fired at any time even for no reason, and people died. You never have a will that is strong enough to overcome the miseries in the life unless you have an ever-lasting belief, and the god is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am so wise to tell if it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being small comes to me from time to time, but I never yield myself to it. I know I am here for a reason, no matter what it is. I am going to write and examine my life through the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of the name of this blog comes from the saying "Madame Bovary, c'est moi." I believe everything written is a reflection of the writer him/herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3077733714387682325-8497196400743886613?l=i-feng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/feeds/8497196400743886613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3077733714387682325&amp;postID=8497196400743886613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/8497196400743886613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3077733714387682325/posts/default/8497196400743886613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-feng.blogspot.com/2007/05/feng-cest-moi.html' title='Feng, C&apos;est Moi'/><author><name>Feng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644482119640255573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8UBJ_i232E/SEfkGVMtVTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wQHEv2_ss2U/S220/DSC00130.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
