<?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-953968923736908381</id><updated>2011-11-11T04:32:49.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Dimensions</title><subtitle type='html'>From the very small, to the very large.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-5092270593084687441</id><published>2011-11-11T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T04:32:49.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since I last blogged. I was on a endless marathon preparing for my SPM results. Well, not to mention spending some time relaxing by indulging myself in the realm of Girls' Generation fantasy. Less than 3 days to my first paper, however, I've decided to sit before my computer. Brave and bold... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia, basically a noun, feared by thousands of Form 5 students. This exam is a turning point for every schoolboy. After this, they either move on to higher level education or they drop out of school and start their social survival. Despite facing a war of life, SPM also means the end of childhood or adolescent education. After this, there won't be discipline teacher chasing students around for long hair cut, untidy shirts or fancy baggy pants. Scenes that could only be witnessed in the school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  To those who really does give a damn about their SPM, the most troubling moment is not during the exam, rather before the exam. The ticking time before the exam is extremely important. Here, they are forced to make decisions whether to spend what's left to treasure the soon ending friendships, or prepare themselves more thoroughly. First choice is going to put their future at stake, latter would make them more insured. Being placed in such dilemma, one can sense the hidden anxiety behind their forced smiles. In the end, not to say that these school leavers are hedonistic but most of them will choose to spend a little more craving wonderful memories in their heart. After all, men are made of flesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  All these years of stories are going to end at that very moment. Gangs, BFFs are soon going to be officially dismissed. Well, of course we don't expect everyone to stick together as one when they're pursuing their dreams in the future. Not to mention those who have need hiding, covering their love. It's very unlikely they would have a second chance confessing true feelings. Some hid it and regretted later when they're back home. Some let it out and make things clean and clear. Or honestly, maybe that's just me. I've decided to hide it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  The education system has long been criticized by people from all walks of life. Now, we're finally free from this. Well, at least some of us are freed. Exam orientated, monotonous, outdated, old fashioned teachings... Excitement mixing up with anxiety. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Education is not a journey to the end, rather a major project to upgrade rocky road into highway. After SPM, there're a lot more huge mountains to be conquered. Pull yourself together, it's too soon to give in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-5092270593084687441?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/5092270593084687441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=5092270593084687441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5092270593084687441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5092270593084687441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-been-quite-some-time-since-i-last.html' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;盼&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;哪天&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;师者再生传道&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;授业&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;解惑&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-5936642851771870989?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/5936642851771870989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=5936642851771870989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5936642851771870989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5936642851771870989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='月光'/><author><name>DDane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-4010910229944999542</id><published>2011-07-06T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:20:09.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more set to go....</title><content type='html'>Another night of work outs... Seriously, it hurts. I mean after the ups and downs. I couldn't even lift my arms up. Push ups, sits ups, dips... basically all the upper part of my body are trained. Even though I've been doing this for quite some time, sad to say, I never really slim down XD. Well, probably because after all these work outs, I take in extra "fuel" to refill my energy, apparently I overfilled it. Still, it was better than nothing. If I don't do all these, I'll end up looking like a lump of fats. With the muscles built, at least the shape is maintained (I think it looked sexy). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Enough with the narcissism. There are other reasons why I make myself going through these unnecessary pain. When I'm doing these exercise, my brain somehow got cleared. Things sort out nicely. As my heart beats louder, my thoughts become logically solvable. All those problems especially those concerning " inner emotions". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Every force exerted, it pushes my inner emotions further away from my conscious. Allowing me to be a more cruel, a little more cooler. When it involves special feelings towards another person, and when that fails, there's basically nothing much one can do except waiting for those feelings to dissipate as time passes. For me, during this process, my brain just stop working properly, the logical part becomes silly and I waste time just to comfort my awfully sad feeling of disappointment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  After the hard work, I'll look into the mirror and contract my muscles as hard as it can stand before it cramps. That last moment of victory gives me a feeling that, yeah, life is great. I can live on without clinging onto someone. I've become stronger and I stand firm. One step closer to becoming a mountain. I can just sit there, do nothing while containing a whole habitat for other living organisms... lots and lots more fantasizing.. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  The point is, it works only temporarily. This whole act of working outs is just a form of persuasion, a lie. The truth is the feelings are not cleared, they're just confined. When night falls, when loneliness unleashes it's true power, all the feelings revive unwillingly from my memories. It's just pathetic. There's nothing I can do to stop it. It's not helping me achieving anything, it's just like a big tomb stone that reminds me of failure. What can do, our destiny are not to come together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  If someone can tell me, teach me how to kill all these haunting feelings. I need to move on just like Oh my god particle. I needa strengthen my determination. Advancing towards the ideal life I want to live. Of course eliminating the part where I need to cling onto somebody.. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-4010910229944999542?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/4010910229944999542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=4010910229944999542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/4010910229944999542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/4010910229944999542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-more-set-to-go.html' title='One more set to go....'/><author><name>DDane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-2187660027796499596</id><published>2011-06-29T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T04:44:18.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Hole found?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.iop.org/objects/phw/news/thumb/15/6/32/cyg1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://images.iop.org/objects/phw/news/thumb/15/6/32/cyg1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after years, finally we have some hope about &lt;a href="http://physicsworld.com/cws/article/news/46362"&gt;Black Hole&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-2187660027796499596?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/2187660027796499596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=2187660027796499596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/2187660027796499596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/2187660027796499596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2011/06/black-hole-found.html' title='Black Hole found?'/><author><name>DDane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-5743260010905546186</id><published>2011-06-13T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T07:22:11.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fate of an Oh my God particle...</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, well, actually time doesn't really matter here... Let's just put it as at time t, there was a particle... Ok lar, lumps of particles that flow... which you can call it ray. This ray move at a seriously high speed, and it'll scares you... For that, we call them, Oh My God particles.. I suppose they were called that way because the researchers claim His glory when they looked at the data. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Just to give you an idea how crazy this is.. You know light? It travels at roughly the speed of 300 million meters per second. This particle is travelling very very very very very very very god damn it very close to it. In fact, if both particles leave at the same time and let them travel for one year, Oh My God particle would just be 46 nanometres behind light, shorter than the diameter of your hair. Just to impress you a little more, I'll show you the figures. In particles physics, we have a unit call electronvolt. 1 electronvolt is equal to 0.0000000000000000001602 Joule. Oh My God particle has that times 3 followed by 20 zeros behind. And physicists thinks that it's a proton... Imagine that.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Back to the story, at time t+1 (random time), it's travelling happily in the space, having no worries of anything would happen. Since it has such high energy and speed, basically other matters couldn't even catch a glimpse of it. As I was saying, it flies and flies and flies. Until one day... Muahahahaha!!! It actually got caught! It went into the effective gravitational field of a massive planet just like earth... (well, in reality, that is very very very unlikely to happen). The planet just like earth was beautiful, such relaxing, tendering environment it has. So, that Oh My God particle decided to stay there and live. Hoping one day, this planet would be attracted to it too ( what a silly thought, but in physics, even though it's just a small proton, gravity still exist ). It was right, the planet really got attracted and moved 0.0000000000000000not enough space for 00000000..... metres near that particle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  The particle was very happy and continued his effort. It talked to the planet, helped it's people for scientific researches. However then, it realizes something as time increases. Oh my god particle was orbiting around the planet so fast, it didn't realize that the planet was kinda big, way to crazily big. (You know, relativity) After quite some time later, it realizes  that the planet was orbiting around something even bigger called star. The star was shining and hot, no wonder the planet was attracted to it. It's not like Oh My God particle got any eye, it's just a stupid particle. It only realizes that the star was there after it bumped into some photons several times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Amazingly, Oh My God particle developed conscious and started thinking about his fate. It would take it forever to attract that planet close enough to it, possibly another 50billion years when the star explodes and forms a black hole. Then maybe they can be like the movie Gone with The Wind. Of course, since it developed conscious, Oh My God wasn't that brainless anymore.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  But, but but, thinks the particle... I have put in so much effort into it, used so much time to get it, how could I give in everything, pretend that nothing happened. The maths is simple, a few years or 50 billion years + suffering. Buddha was great and wise, he saw this was coming. (Have no idea how Oh My God particle knew about buddhism). I am going to put down all these, as I put down, and look forward, all these will not be important anymore. I cannot change history ( I'm only a particle, not scientist). Let it be then... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  The planet had took its freedom away, gravity at this distance is too strong. But now that it made up its mind, it started thinking now to get free... It waited, observing, looking for the right moment to break free from the fate of orbiting the planet. But first, it needs to be indifferent to its feeling towards the planet first. Kill the conscious slowly, decay into something brainless while remaining its energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  This day has come, the right meteor flying pass the planet, the right time when the distance is close enough, just like how Apollo 13 did it (had no idea how a particle knew about Apollo 13). Suddenly, something was gone from the planet. For one moment, there was a strong sense of sorrow and emptiness filling the whole galaxy. Scientist on the planet could no longer detect Oh My God particle. The research was jeopardised, and they called it Black Monday, the darkest day in high energy particles physics. Sister planets felt it too and they mourn it. The only thing that still remains a mystery is how the planet felt? Or maybe, it didn't even notice that Oh My God was gone, forever... But Oh My God knew it, deep in its remaining conscious, she would morel likely ignore it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  From now on, Oh My God continues its journey to the endless edge of the universe. Yeah, he knew gravity is still there despite the distance between it and the planet. But, as Newton said ( it knows about Newton!) the force decreases when distance increases, but the magnitude will never be zero, only close to it. Maybe some time later, Oh My God will recall its memory orbiting the planet, maybe Oh My God will miss that planet, but eventually and unavoidably, Oh My God will continue moving on strong, firm. Whatever it might be, let it be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Perhaps in a distance future, their paths might come across again, but let's not be optimistic. Oh My God is progressing, but the planet always stays there orbiting the sun. Dear pathetic little fast moving matter, let it be.... The planet never looked at Oh My God particle, when the time comes, it can never see Oh My God forever.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-5743260010905546186?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/5743260010905546186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=5743260010905546186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5743260010905546186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5743260010905546186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2011/06/fate-of-oh-my-god-particle.html' title='The fate of an Oh my God particle...'/><author><name>DDane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-4384523442651671743</id><published>2011-06-07T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T09:31:02.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blend of why!!, damn and glad</title><content type='html'>This is just crazy... I mean what the hell is wrong up there. I have no idea, what triggers it, when it begun, how it end up like this. Usually, I give people an impression of cruel, evil, selfish... and lots more negative values.. which is always fine by me. Cause I always thought that's how I am. Trying to save a little here and there, especially when it involves unnecessary expenses like making a valentine card (for the wrong girl some more... had no idea why I did that).  The whole card thing is seriously under budget. Yeah, you heard me, under budget. Using left overs from my friends... That's how I am. Now, I barely even contacted her... she's just another entry in my contact list. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Some how, when I met my friend recently to do some maths work... Well, actually it's more to see her... ( Yeah, she's the one I suppose). With other friends too... I was the first one to arrive. Sitting in a dark corner, drinking coffee and fooling around with maths.. Finally, the long awaited phone rang. She was already in the restaurant with her mom and bro. I joined them and gave her the rice dumplings I brought for her. For some reason, I got this feeling that her mom was trying to promote her... Maybe it's just my feeling. Then she asked me to send her back, so next time I know where she lives... =_= weird... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Soon, everyone arrived and we started the maths work.. Not for long though. Work, chat, eat, chat and soon it's 3pm. She had to leave. But her mom wasn't here to pick her up, instead she asked her to take a cab home. We objected that decision and proposed several solutions to that, cause I think taking a cab alone seriously is not safe. All that sociopaths, perverts taxi drivers out there, I just don't want her to take that risk. It didn't work, she still wants to go home by cab. Amazingly, I did something unusual. I mean, usually if any girl wants to take a cab alone, I would strongly SUGGEST them not to. But if they insist, I would say bye bye. She's a special case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I made all of us take that cab. Yeah, all of us hopped in that taxi just to send her home and come back. I don't know about other guys, but who the hell would use a cab to send some one home? More importantly, it shows that I am a total idiot when I am paying it. Ridiculously, I feel happy handing the money to that taxi driver. =_=  I was glad cause she got home safe. (^_^). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the journey back, somehow, I blamed myself. What the hell is wrong with me. There's no need for you to do that. You absolutely need not to do that, it's day time and the crime rate in this area is relatively low. Taking mathematics into account, my concern should be minimal. ABSURD... I was condemned when I realize, I didn't get enough change from that taxi driver... CURSE you!!! I need to change, this is causing me lots of problem... I need to learn to be cold hearted... truly cold hearted. I tried before, but when it comes to her, entropy increases and the ice melts instantly...  Can't help.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I feel a blend of why!!!, damn, and GLAD... Confusing and troubling. She's a friend but now, I am certain she's more than that. I can't help questioning myself, who am I to her? Another friend? You see, I am influenced by my parents, relatives badly and when it involves money, I am terribly rational. She made me violate all my principles in that mere few hours. Is it worth it? In the end, what would I get in return. And, we're going to depart from school soon. How much time is left if we are to move on separately from that moment onwards? A few months might be all I have with her? Words can't describe how I feel right now... Time is running out. It kinda scares me. I don't believe in what people would call fate. Once I miss it, it will never be mine. So, I am presuming I won't meet her anymore after the few months. Except that our relationship is really that strong. I doubt that. For my future, I need to advance fast and far, and I know, she's not going to be at my side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This premonition halts me from moving forward. Should I pretend to be optimistic and keep on my effort in strengthening the relationship or rather, just make her less important. Latter is a wiser choice, I knew it, because in the end, I will have nothing to lose and moving on would be much easier for me. At least I won't cry in the middle of the night missing her ( no certainty of that too). If this is the case then I need to make a move now. Start telling myself, she's just another footsteps, soon the time wave will wash her away. But then, what if, fate really do exist? What if, I hold an important place in her too? It's very unlikely, but I can't make myself ignore these little possibilities however small they are. A slight 0.01 percent would make me reconsider the case in a very serious manner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh holy almighty wisdom of mine... Grow stronger and answer this question for me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-4384523442651671743?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/4384523442651671743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=4384523442651671743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/4384523442651671743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/4384523442651671743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2011/06/blend-of-why-damn-and-glad.html' title='A blend of why!!, damn and glad'/><author><name>DDane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-4657969669916484704</id><published>2011-06-02T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T05:43:02.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiced up games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/hell.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 417px; height: 476px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/hell.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/hell.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-4657969669916484704?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/4657969669916484704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=4657969669916484704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/4657969669916484704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/4657969669916484704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2011/06/great-principle.html' title='Spiced up games'/><author><name>DDane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-22429803848148950</id><published>2011-05-31T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T02:39:12.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fatigue</title><content type='html'>最近，考试完了。就跟以前一样，每天都在熬夜。不过，上了高中，每天早上，都拼命读到5~6点才睡。不到2小时，又睁开眼睛去考试了。每晚都是这样，持续了3星期。这样的现象，也不只是好是坏。当然说的不是熬夜还有临时抱佛脚，这里我所谈的事，坚持完成任务的那份执著。身边的朋友，5~6 点时，早发着美梦，睡得甜啊！可他们也与我一样，都是临时抱佛脚的（他们亲口承认的）。我不理解，换作是我，办不到。也不是第一次了。我当然知道第2天肯定会没有精神，就算再聪明，也不能完全发挥。不过，那份固执的性格，就是不睡，也势必要把书读完。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  好了，终于考完了，可是奋斗却还没有结束。考试最后一天，受到了老师的最后通牒，会计功课，必须明天交上。回到家，用过午餐，又再次坐在电脑前完成功课。谢天谢地，虽然我很懒惰，可是还好之前已经做了一点，现在剩下的也就是比较麻烦的小细节了。就这样，对着电脑到凌晨4点。大当我把做好的部分打印出来后，忘了储存档案，就关掉了。两个字形容当时的心情：无奈。执著又在作祟，要尽了牙根，撑起眼皮，再次从新把文章打好。还好只是文章，要不然我真地会崩溃。实践是早上的5点。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  day 2， 0700 hours, 我又起床了。功课交到老师面前时，也不等老师之处错误。直接的就请老师多给些时间，总之，会在今天下午把改正好的，完整的功课交上。还好老师慈悲，花了点时间划出错误后，便准我傍晚时到她家交功课。就这样，我一直忙到了6点，总算把功课交上去了。老师的一声good， 哈哈，让我觉得好有成就感。我已经做好心理准备开学时，可能需要在做改正，甚至是重做。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  这一次的经验，感触特别的多。我这执著，让我尝到了一点点的苦头。在学校，我就已经面对这样的挫折，若是到了社会里，这点点的苦头必定增大好几倍。到时候，我是否能够去承担呢？若我承担不了，谁又将陪我一起受罪呢？妈妈常说我想得太多，想得太远。可是，我却不这样认为。至少，我意识到以后的路，会有多艰辛。如果没有预期的坏，那也还好。相反的，要是比现在还要难过，我必死无疑。我不要出到大场面的时候，才来怯场，才来逃走。我更不想，当身边开始有人依靠我时，我才来说承受不了生活的艰苦。那时，我的家人将失去唯一的依靠。我之间的行为，其实就是在朝着这个方向迈进。把自己推到极限后，再推自己一把。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  朋友们常说，年轻人，要好好享受生活。当然，我不否认，他们是对的。可是，我想他们也与我一样，心里都非常得清楚，年轻人，更要好好的吃尽苦头。听起来，好似虐待自己。现在，在不好好锻炼自己吃苦，以后恐怕就会哭着说太苦，吞不下生活的压力，咽不下生活的艰辛啊！享乐主义，绝对不是给有志向的年轻伙子们信仰的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  在经过这一连串的煎熬，考验后，人啊，仿佛在蜕变。每接近崩溃一次，变得更成熟，意志更强。现在吃苦，总好比以后吃不下苦啊！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  在我疲累却又必须硬撑的时候，我发现，为什么人类需要家庭了。我整个过程，都渴望有个肩膀，让我好好的靠着，歇息歇息。也不是说娘，还是什么的，就是想找个人倾诉。我想到了她... 当孩子们，你们看见爸爸妈妈疲累的时候，走前去，给他们一个拥抱，那便是天下最大的安慰了。说真的，我真的真的好希望妈妈时就在我身傍，带给我一丝丝的欣慰和安全感。感谢这一份执著，我体会到了家庭，更深一层的定义，原来是那么的温暖啊。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;劝家庭主妇们，看见老公辛苦，就暂时收起唠叨嘴，让他们好好的休息，尝试去体会他们努力撑起家庭的心情。待他们有精神了，再闹也不迟。同样的，丈夫们，不要那么大丈夫。女人，在疲累的时候，比男人更脆弱，更需要关怀。千万不要还理所当然地，要求多多。整个调整的过程里，是无声的。多说也无济于事，沉默便可带出最大的幸福和温暖。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  希望...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-22429803848148950?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/22429803848148950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=22429803848148950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/22429803848148950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/22429803848148950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2011/05/fatigue.html' title='fatigue'/><author><name>DDane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-5661046183832805073</id><published>2011-03-28T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T08:38:59.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>悬空的王位</title><content type='html'>这国度&lt;div&gt;曾经如此地平息&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;大海是我，天空是我，大地都是我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;创始者，不再是上帝&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;何时   出现了伊&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如领十万叛军&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;的将军&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;革命起义&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;宇宙不再属于我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;绝对的王权&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;夺去了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可伊&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;原来是个昏君&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;只顾踩平糟蹋  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;心里   美丽的一草一木&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;最后&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;又悄悄的 强悍的&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;踏出心门&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如何跪着 如何叩拜&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还是留不住&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;那把王椅&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;再也坐不下&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;死忠地&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;等...   等&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;等待王后归来&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;等待下一位叛军&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;坐上悬空的王位&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/953968923736908381-5661046183832805073?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/5661046183832805073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=5661046183832805073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5661046183832805073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5661046183832805073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='悬空的王位'/><author><name>DDane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-3633907038818577660</id><published>2011-03-26T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:02:44.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral</title><content type='html'>Recently, I received my moral papers. And I am very unsatisfied with it. Not because of the marks I got, it's what really causes my marks to be like this. For people like me, if I ever wanted to get A+, it means a betrayal of principals I hold in studies. Viewing it from different perspective, it is ridiculously flawed in every possible way. &lt;div&gt;  The first and profound argument was the evaluation. Moral is practicing of goodness, a study of perfect characteristics. Since the country community believes more that one religion, that's why muslim studies islamic education while other studies moral. The subject should be aligned with various religion teachings, including all the goodness manifested by them. In fact, if the country practices communism, moral could replace the role of religion! The problem now is the paper exam. It accounts for more than what it should. Moral teachers emphasized the importance of this subject in SPM. They told us that if we fail to get A+ for this subject, our hope for scholarship will diminish. That policy is absurd! It is to be penalized. Whoever start that rule, needed to be condemned for destroying a brighter future of young people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  How can moral be determined through paper test? Highly moralled characteristics were granted to whoever memorized the definitions and methods of answering. Devils who study can become saints in other words. The test itself is not wrong. The portion of importance it has taken exceeded practical moral too much. Lets assume that some how, a person was able to sneaked the list of definitions and keywords of the moral values during SPM. And as expected he got excellent gradings. How should his resume be written? A+ in moral fullstop. So where's the dishonesty part? Sealed and forgotten and never to be found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Another question comes from the definitions of moral values. I have no idea who, but generally he/she had proposed a list of sentences that tries to explain all values and failed. Still, JPM is still using those as a standard for marking scheme. How do you define rational? Normally we'll say make smart and right decisions. But then, the "definition" would include a "able" or "capable" depending on how you interpret it. So does that means you only be rational when you want to be rational? Moral don't just apply over certain period of time. It's a practicing of good characteristics at all time. Not just that, when answering question, every part of the sentence must be exactly as written in the list. Rearrangement of sentence simply implies another red cross. At the same time, BM exam requires candidates to rearrange sentence without changing the meaning of the original sentence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Who has the power to define moral and make all of us follow it? Is it Jesus, Buddha or Prophet Muhammad? Teaching of religions only tells us do what you think is right. Measure it with your core conscience. But the moral values defined tells us do this do that then it's good. If you don't then you have no moral. It even define love towards family. If you know BM well, can you tellme the difference between kasih sayang and cinta? Definition of love, that is one last thing you should try to define. The whole list is useless, idiotic and not well defined. But the next improvement authority should do is not to change the definition, it is to abolish the definition because it can neverbe defined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Then the marking scheme is another issue that needs improvement. Subjective questions, as said is SUBJECTIVE, more over it's moral, answers should based on candidates own consciences. Also, there's a rule for answering those questions. Answers need to be "real". Meaning if asked for consequences for some earlier event, the answer needs to be observable. Abstract answers are not acceptable. That is foolish! Moral itself is abstract. Why can't abstract answers be accepted? Moral influences human thinking, then the behavior then only the "physical" implications. Sorry to say, but teacher has not given me a good answer. If I weren't a little calmer, I would hentam you straight away. You are like telling me 1+1=2, but you never tell me why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   The whole damn system is flawed, why is it even tested in the first place? What's the goal? Teaching moral by memorizing list of definitions I don't give a damn. Defining moral values using one long and stupid sentence. Take modesty as example. Great thinker Confucian write a whole book to teach us that, using old language. The mechanism puts more attention on this paper test and do very very little to check the real moral that we hold. Moral is too subjective to have rules. Different cultures have different view of certain values. Death sentence is not practiced in many country because it violates principles of humanity. But it's practiced here. So in other countries' point of view, are we uncivilized community? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Moral moral... Comes from your conscience... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-3633907038818577660?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/3633907038818577660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=3633907038818577660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/3633907038818577660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/3633907038818577660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2011/03/moral.html' title='Moral'/><author><name>DDane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-4514818261576447700</id><published>2010-11-07T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T09:43:47.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>无奈</title><content type='html'>好些日子没更新部落格了。要不是没处向人诉苦，相信也不会来长篇大论。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  年终考试已经过了，照理说，应该是一身轻，无忧无虑，打电动当饭吃。可是，随之的假期也快到了，意味着各种生活营的到来。要不就忙考试，要不就得分担举办生活营的问题。其他人我不知道，但深处这种环境里，一切都是新的，一切都得带着那份滚烫的热诚去完成。有时候，真的好累，好无奈。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  当我们兴致勃勃地，把活动的消息带给大家，希望他们的参与。被拒绝的那一刻，心里实在是禁不起那份失落啊！我也不知道，为何其他人办起这些事来，显得特别轻松？不费力的，就可以找来4~5位营员。真得很让人佩服，打个电话就有了肯定的答案。我可是费尽了精神，用尽了计谋，但好事不见成果。我可不是什么圣人，活佛，遇到这些阻力，叫我如何不失望？&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  之前因为大家都在忙考试，所以没有时间去把“广告”打好。所以，大部分的朋友，都只给了我很不明确的答案。那是啊，我还想说，没关系，反正考完试后还有些时间，再慢慢说服。怎知道，我一错失了良机。课外活动活跃的同学，都已经参加其他活动了。电动迷，除了网咖，什么地方也不去。宅男们，也随电动迷去网咖了。身边的女同学，也许是因为本人的关系（无奈无奈），根本就没有在理会我说些什么。之前还兴致勃勃地，现在泡沫破裂一场空啊！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  佛堂里，每一年都会举办生活营，一来可以渡化营员，二来可以改善营员们的生活观、对家人的态度、品行、思想的成熟... 我了解到这些都对大家非常地棒，所以不断地在推广。可是，当他们听到佛堂两字，参加的念头马上消了三分（或更多）。怎么这样啊！？就算是佛堂举办的营，也不应该抱以那种认为佛学营老土无聊的观念去评论啊！加上，我们是一贯道佛堂，所举办的生活营，就如说的，是生活营来的。只是活动会含蕴着完美生活里不可缺的因素。我最不喜欢这样了。城市年轻人，以为传统就是老套，老歌就是阿伯唱的，这样的年轻化，我卑视。完全把自己的根给切了。 这样的现代化，宁愿不要。可是，我要是不喜欢这样的现象，基本上我就把整个城市的年轻人给讨厌了。。。 我努力的再找平衡点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  前辈让我们去招人来参与生活营，我想啊，其实是想让我们体会前人们，费尽心思去渡化人时的情况和遭遇。当他告诉我们，他的用意是，感触并没有很多。今晚，也不知为何，心里的无奈大概也达到了极点，憋不住了。失败后，我并没有怨恨他们，但是却不断地反省问题出现在哪里？是否，我应该运用了生意，商场上的技巧来达成目的？或是我本身的人员就不好，大家都对我没什么信赖。可能都是问题吧！但后者，我本身觉得是主要的因素。自知自明，我反对了现在大家都在跟随的现代化趋势，我努力的保留身里流着的传统血，这样一个“与众不同”的异类，打成一片是很难的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  这几天，和表哥谈了蛮多的。（人家最近交了女友，很幸福，一直讲个不停）。话说，他有句话，我听了特别喜欢，我只需要一次机会，这是第一次也是最后一次，我会好好珍惜的。 这话说给女生听，反映如何我不懂，但是却也说出了我的心声。我特别想告诉我那些朋友，我只需要你们给我一次机会，当作是给我一次机会，也给你们新的体验。我呀，为了向把他们带进佛堂，特别要求了前辈，大老远的来到我这里，会一会朋友的家长们。因为我了解，家长们的顾虑。可是，你连安排一下会面的时间都不可以吗？有这么难吗？我那位前辈，花那么大的心思，只为了这个生活营。竟然还嫌麻烦，到底麻烦的是谁？怎么说，也轮不到你吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  时间，也差不多了。 这份无奈，盼在明天可让新希望淡化。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-4514818261576447700?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/4514818261576447700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=4514818261576447700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/4514818261576447700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;亚当夏娃&lt;br /&gt;隔开了&lt;br /&gt;青涩新鲜的初恋&lt;br /&gt;暗地里偷 爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;炸炸炸！&lt;br /&gt;欲长高的苗儿&lt;br /&gt;炸死了&lt;br /&gt;只剩乖乖的豆苗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我炸！&lt;br /&gt;返老还童&lt;br /&gt;炸爽&lt;br /&gt;看你怎办&lt;br /&gt;再炸你个稀巴烂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;炸吧炸吧！&lt;br /&gt;任你炸 随你炸&lt;br /&gt;大不了我也炸你一把！&lt;br /&gt;大不了我走便罢！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-5226180421185491253?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/5226180421185491253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=5226180421185491253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5226180421185491253'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经的插曲，不从播&lt;br /&gt;相聚的时候&lt;br /&gt;我们是如何的快乐&lt;br /&gt;再不能从来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;君走啦！&lt;br /&gt;归来时，生活圈子能重叠吗？&lt;br /&gt;可以再牵着友人的手吗？&lt;br /&gt;还是只可以翻阅回忆日记&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泪水挽留不了君&lt;br /&gt;君的背影长到了友人的心中&lt;br /&gt;好长好长&lt;br /&gt;影子也不舍啊！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别啦！君&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;细细的苦雨&lt;br /&gt;停不了，悲伤的旋律...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-7560902613226911796?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/7560902613226911796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=7560902613226911796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/7560902613226911796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/7560902613226911796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='别啦！君'/><author><name>DDane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-6130141796672283407</id><published>2010-07-11T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T06:32:12.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd kajang company</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, went to a charity concert right after BB. The concert was hosted by 3rd Kajang company. At some sort of church centre in PJ. The show was WOW and fun. Started around 7.30 and ended around 10.30. After that, we went for teh tarik some more. When everything finished, it was already 11.30pm. What a relief... I cannot believe myself'd spent 12hours on regular meeting. Saturday is tiring and crazy.&lt;br /&gt; Back to my original point. Kajang this place reminds me of my childhood. Well basically nothing much except school. But it is my first primary school that makes me feel sad. I used to live in a town near Kajang, a small town. Not much people would know the name of her. When I was a little kid, I had this friend. We first met in kindergarden and our friendship continue to extend in primary school. For 6 years, we were placed in the same class, six short years.&lt;br /&gt; I still remember how we play during recess time, spending time together for activities. We used to practice basketball, ping pong, durms even choir together. However, unlike any other children, he had a very mature mind. His speech, his way of doing homework, everything was like done by an adult. Perhaps it was him that influenced me.&lt;br /&gt; Happy times like that will always come to an end. After a short six years, we moved. To a town where every thing is modern and children concern more about COMPUTER GAMES, and parents concern more about TUITION, what a silly town. Then when I grow a little older I realise, the whole fxxking state is like that. I've had to make new friends, readapt to the environment. It was a hard time for me. Everything was expensive and every primary students will only talk about UPSR when they are in standard six.  Where is all the fun?&lt;br /&gt; It's been years since we talked to each other. But deep in my heart, he is a friend that I would never forget. If I ever had to define best friend, then it would be him. Oh my dear friend, my very dear best friend, I really missed you. Kajang company, if you ever read this, please contact me, I really need your help. T_T I miss you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-6130141796672283407?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/6130141796672283407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=6130141796672283407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/6130141796672283407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/6130141796672283407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2010/07/yesterday-went-to-charity-concert-right.html' title='3rd kajang company'/><author><name>DDane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-4887558131607300815</id><published>2010-05-03T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:33:19.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADAM &amp;amp; EVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not ADAM &amp;amp; STEVE...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offense... gentle men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-4887558131607300815?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-6331051969699767773</id><published>2010-05-01T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T06:05:26.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>补习企业</title><content type='html'>再过两个礼拜，考试又要开始了。再过18个月，大考就到了。咳...可悲啊，可悲啊！如今，身边的朋友们，每个都为了应付考试而补习（包括我在内，没办法，我从来都没有学过accounting）。补习在我们应付UPSR的时候，被滥用。为了进入理科班而恶补。如今为了前途又从新被滥用。话说我有位朋友，为了应付考试，星期一到星期五都在补习。完全没有时间去进行休闲活动。搞到有一次体育课时，才打了几分钟的羽球，整块脸便青了。笑在脸上，苦在心里啊！&lt;br /&gt;这是社会的一种变态。不，更正确地说，是城市社会的变形趋势。在乡下，哪里会有人7 days a week 在补习的？这种不息补习的现象也同时反映出了马来西亚教育是失败的。要是教育的制度和系统都完善的话，补习根本就不会在这个国家成为企业，就如那个什么超人开的补习中心，真是笑话。Malaysia Boleh, Tuition Malaysia lagi boleh。那个补习中心，我也参与过他的trial，真的是笑话，天大的笑话。那种程度的课程，竟然会座无虚席！？吉隆坡已经无药可救了。&lt;br /&gt;补习，最根本，最终的目的，还不过是应付考试。所教的东西，给的笔记统统也只是为了考试。例如我最近收到一位朋友的电邮。内容其实是历史的笔记。可是竟然被变成了各种各样所谓的“方程式”？ 什么 ROADD, 2H BT， 等等的狗屁方程式。可能话毒了点，但这是实话实说。回到一切教育最基本的问题。为什么要上学？答案是什么？应付考试吗？不说也知道，是为了学习。&lt;br /&gt;而补习是学习吗？好像不是。补习原本应该是补充学业上的不足，可是现在已经变成了方程式。一个于数学扯不上关系的学问，竟然会跑方程式出来，哎呀牙齿掉了牙齿掉了。因为政府考试的出现，补习成了企业。靠补习发达并不出奇。每个家长都在怕。小学的时候，是被逼去补习的。上了中学，因为朋友去补习。到了高中，懂事些了，自己主动要求补习。是约长大越懂事，还是愈长大愈愚蠢？补习的宗旨被扭曲了。&lt;br /&gt;这种两三年一次就大考的制度，出了什么问题？因为，这种制度，所强调的不是过程，是结果。不管平时在学校功课多好，考试一旦不及格前途就没了。这是什么歪理？学生长期在这种环境下成长，自然在长大后也做不出什么大事。就拿马来西亚科技的发展和印度来做比较。印度是因为人口太多才没有马来西亚发达。但是印度本身的科技发展是远远超过马来西亚的。发达国家，现在已经可以制造第三代的战斗机。马来西亚还停留在马力低得可怜的汽车工业。&lt;br /&gt;现今的学生上课的时候，都只停留在政府编出来的课程范围里。所以只要记得方程式，就可以成为优秀的学生了。历史是一门很有趣的学问，在学习的过程中可以了解人类的所作所为。对我而言，历史就好比真人真事的漫长故事。若有一天，作者们都不再去写书了，直接把故事变成方程式，试问你会买来看吗？&lt;br /&gt;我们再拿数学来做比较。跟历史比起来，照例来说应该是更无趣的，全部都是数字，和奇奇怪怪的符号。可是偏偏就大家都喜欢数学。为什么呢？原来啊，数学没有像历史一般难缠。只要记住方程式，即住加减乘除就可以了。但是，我发现，方程式是怎么来的呢？这个问题没有多同学知道，也没有多少人愿意知道。For everything, there must be a reason。 这是我历史老师说的，他说得非常好。这一句话体现出了所有学问都应朝向的方向。找出原因。“为什么？” 历史也非常注重这个问题，所以才会有那么多地分析。然而，我们除了了解课本里其他人的分析之外，自己也可以做一些额外的研究，在自己分析。然后在课堂里与老师和朋友们一同讨论。这样，历史就变得更有趣了。历史也从此告别安眠药的别名，改名为咖啡因。&lt;br /&gt;教育界里的领袖们，实在需要从新检讨现今的教育制度。不久前邱家金教授的言论，也不是没有道理的（只是他那种香蕉型的脑，提出来的方法愚蠢而已。问题是确定了，只是方法有些极端。）是否有可能以其他更有效的方法取代连绵不断的政府考试。比如说，与其让学生回答问题，不如让学生提出问题，然后再针对问题去回答。就想写论文一半，学生有机会提出自己的意见，也同时提神学生的创意思考，和尖端思考。大学里所采用的教育方式，应该提早让小学生和中学生有机会接触。笔记让学生自己做，方程式让学生自己发掘，分析让学生自己来。这种教育方法，孕育出来的，个个将来都是不得了的天才啊！&lt;br /&gt;同学们，不要再乱乱补习了，你们这是在抹杀自己的创意，自己的发展空间，自己的脑袋啊！你们也同时在把家长的钱，供奉给补习，加强了补习企业的发展，不要再做那么可笑的事了。别让补习成了企业。Join me in preventing tuition becoming an industry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-6331051969699767773?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/6331051969699767773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=6331051969699767773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>最近，课堂上的内容越来越多了。课本，参考书越翻脑汁就越多。实在是有太多东西不明白了。应该是说实在是有太多从课文衍生出来的问题让人摸不着头脑。老师上课，我就负责坐在椅子上听课，思考，问问题。问题时，我的问题不但没有解开疑惑反而衍生出更多问题。老师们又会不大愿意把给予的答案更深入地解释。结果，生物膜不着头脑（老师说一般就把责任推给上帝），化学老师什么都不懂（或者是什么都不回答），物理老师教错（还是不问好）。怎么办好啊？上帝，从科学的角度来看是逃避，不是解答。什么都不回答，还可以教那么多年，之前的学生都是木头人吗？教错还敢出来混教育？&lt;br /&gt;  但也不能全怪老师把责任推给神，有些问题好像还未找到有科学根据的答案。可我看得出来，老师是担心我“们”不能理解，所以对答案有所保留。可保留得太多了，还是没揭开疑惑。抱歉了，亲爱的老师。可那位不回答问题的老师，你怎么可以这样对我？打破沙锅问到底，还没抓起锅子，你就说不懂了，搞错没有？教错的，我实在是让你搞得一个头两个大！还好我早就发现你所教的东西有问题，没有多加理睬，不然就会像我朋友那样，完全没有头绪。物理可是我最最最最最最最最最最最喜欢的科学了。霍金是我的偶像也！教错了还敢那么的大声，汗... 朋友们，你们得看清它的真面目，这老师说得不能全信，请另寻其他资源。可恶，那可是物理也！Physics！ Logic of the universe! 就因为如此，有关物理的问题，我都尽量保留。&lt;br /&gt;  老师们，你们不回答，哈哈哈哈哈哈哈！没关系。天无绝人之路，我依然有办法找到答案的，只是花的时间可能长一些。我会不断的充实自己，到时候老师们就没有理由不回答问题了！wakakakakakaka! 亲爱的老师们，你们努力的教书吧！我也会努力地问问题的！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-3545788086619268334?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-8851564488007742456</id><published>2010-03-16T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:46:28.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first day of the second month in chinese calendar. As usual I went to the temple for a little gathering. After dinner, all of us settle down and listen to our master's lesson. We don't really get to listen to classes like this often. Our master travels a lot. This time, he stayed for 2 weeks, after this he will go to japan. So he talked about communication yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;  This communication thing, is very important to everyone. And good communication is essential to build good relationship in a family. He gave us a lot of examples. And there is one that really amazed me. There were once a pair of couples. They had their "cold war" lasted for 30 years. This is madness. They sleep in separate rooms for 30 years. How could they survive as husband and wife for 30 years? It requires a very strong will and a very bad communication to do that. &lt;br /&gt;  Most of the time, when children asked something from the parents, NO. It's ok to say NO, but with the right approach. Maybe you can use different expression to say NO. Rejecting is just not enough, you have to let them know why NO. Sometimes, children need support from parents. Give them a little appreciation for what they've done. It could really make us happy.  This will be able to repair and improve parents and child relations. &lt;br /&gt;  For communication between husband and wife, I am really not in the place to discuss it. All I can say is that consideration and toleration is important. Just think of the childrens's sakes. &lt;br /&gt;  I paid a lot of attention in yesterday lesson. For I am a person who likes to or rather say are used to criticize a lot. I am a perfectionist. Everything has to be perfect. Perfect in the sense that, without any aid from anybody else, even god I would say (no offense). That is my problem. Nothing is good enough in my life. And I even apply my laws of perfectionism to people around me. Now I realize, these laws is only applicable to me, no one else. My poor friends, always criticize by me. This is a communication problem. Now I realize, sometimes, some praise, some confirmation is good. Even though it might not be that good actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-8851564488007742456?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/8851564488007742456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=8851564488007742456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/8851564488007742456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/8851564488007742456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2010/03/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-7870209177946317241</id><published>2010-03-16T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:42:50.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Ground</title><content type='html'>Recently, there are new members joining me in BB. Every year there will be new members joining us, however they always quit after a year or maybe half. There is this new kid, he was erm, tiny. He looks just like a primary school student. When he first came, he joined the junior section, speechless. Besides than tiny, his personalities are similar to little kids. Keep complaining about everything. &lt;br /&gt;  There was once where he did something wrong (maybe it was someone else, but one dies all die), so I asked all of the members to do 10 push up. It was only 10, and this tiny guy refused to do it. Excuse, the ground is so hot, my palms are pain... Speechless again. And I have to keep persuade him to finish the punishment. In the end he did. But after that, he cried and claims that I bullied him, speechless again. He complained that his hands felt pain. So I replied, you are suppose to feel pain if you push yourself to do push up more than your limit. But he seems to have no concern about what I said and said that he wanted to go to hospital for a medical check up. Speechless.... &lt;br /&gt;  Its kinda sad to know that people like this actually exists. Congratulation, parents. You have moulded your children into a whole new species, which I usually call the bubbles. Fragile, and must be handled with care. They have hearts so inconsistent that everything have to be according to their will. They can never be forced to do something against their will. Always require special care, special attention. I don't know whether that tiny will improve in the future or not, but I wish he would. &lt;br /&gt;  Dear parents, especially those living in urban areas, the so called modern community, please stop this. Too much care for your kids! You are causing your kids to be erm, sissy. Over intense care, brings no good to your kid. They might not be harmed, but think again. Every time they get hurt, they grow stronger, just like our skin. For example, when you care too much of your children's academic performance, and give he or she tonnes of tuition, do you think he or she will do good? I don't think so. Those who really gets good result, are those who work hard on their own. Those who really have the will to learn. Tuition are only for those who really cannot catch up, or need to have extra lessons. Like many of my friends, tuition, tuition tuition, but doesn't seem to have much difference with mine. &lt;br /&gt;  Yes, and I am not parents to anyone yet. And I have no experience in educating, raising a child. But I am certain that intensive care is not the right way to educate your child. Let your children fall a few times, nothing bad about it, eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-7870209177946317241?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/7870209177946317241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=7870209177946317241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/7870209177946317241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/7870209177946317241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2010/03/hot-ground.html' title='Hot Ground'/><author><name>classified 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马来西亚是个幸运的国家（至少从某些角度来看，是幸运的）。当教育大改革发生时，华教斗士们为我们奋斗，才不让那份报告书变成事实。在此，我诚心地向各位致上深深的一鞠躬。他们的奋斗，在马来西亚保存了完整的华文教育。印尼也发生过类似的大改革，但是他们注重的不只是语言，还有同化。华人们都在那个时候，被当时的印尼的总统同化了。&lt;br /&gt;  这些香蕉们是否想过，当他们都外国去，被当地的人问起时，他们该怎么回答？我可以光荣地说，I am a Malaysian Chinese、我是马来西亚华人，（马来西亚语在外国没什么用）。香蕉人呢？答案是什么。你们敢说你们是华人吗？凭什么？凭什么！吃屎吧你们！翻译成马来西亚英文：EAT SHIT LAR YOU! 最近新年就快要到了，这个华人传统节日，在马来西亚都非常受欢迎。庆祝的不只是华人，就连友族都为我们感到兴奋。可是，香蕉们，你们没有资格庆祝这个节日，不用高兴。你们收红包时，难道不惭愧吗？&lt;br /&gt;  华小，自英国殖民地时代，就象征着华文在马来西亚的地位。一直以来，华校都早就不无数的精英，无数的天才，无数的社会领袖。在如此不利的环境下，华小的素质有增无减。今天，这位没脑子的博士，竟然说华小抄袭人才。有没有搞错你？那我问你，不在华小里读书的华人，又怎么有创意，怎么不抄袭呢？你认为今天，完全跟着政府原本定下的教育政策，就可以很成功吗？&lt;br /&gt;  身为华人，就有责任把华文学好，马来文英文可以不及格，但是华文一定要拿A。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; 我是华人！&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-894136270667677379</id><published>2010-02-02T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T06:54:54.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>most p(l)ainful thing in the world</title><content type='html'>近些日子，学校变了很多。马来同学，一个一个离我们而去，到更好的学校去求学。理科班的同学，又被调乱了。还好，以前的旧同学邮聚在一起了，只剩几位就大团圆了。但是问题又随之而来... 我的好朋友，自开学以来就每天朝思暮想她了。还有一次，他们俩之间不懂高些什么，我的朋友痛~痛~痛~进心里。在学校时，整个人呆了，回到家就不知道有多严重了。原本只是一个，大调班后，便两个人。现在第三个隐约冒出来了。好可怜.... &lt;br /&gt;  关于爱这样东西，是很客观的话题，每个人都有着不同的定义。却不是每个人都懂得如何处理自己所定下的爱。因此，爱是一门需要很多练习和智慧的功课。说爱一个人，在容易不过了，去爱一个人，好难啊！被人爱，好幸福啊！被不中意的人爱，好烦啊！处理不当就会精神错乱，神志不清，胡言乱语。&lt;br /&gt;  中学时代，青年们的智慧都在漫漫的增长着。大家都变得成熟了。可是，在这同时大家的荷尔蒙也在成熟着，心理和生理都同时长大（不是全部人都有着同样的经历，但是大部分都是这个模式的）。所以这段期间，大家都回到处留爱，特别是五官端正的人。这些爱，怎么说都还是未完全了解爱的中学生们所说出来的。信得过的，大概也没几个。&lt;br /&gt;  我，没谈过恋爱。一来是没机会，也没智慧。眼前的一切，让我了解到爱所需要的包容，智慧。大家都需要接受对方的缺点，妥协对方的需要。说起来很简单，但其实很不容易。男女朋友，谈谈恋爱而已嘛，所以简单。两个月就搞定了。只能说，大家在这段期间都互相满足对方的需要，没有所谓真真的爱。&lt;br /&gt;  今天，我的朋友震得很反常。他竟然拿起marker pen 在桌子上涂鸦。而且还写了如此的一段话：&lt;br /&gt; Love is the most p(l)ainful thing in the world。在我们这群朋友当中，没有人会这样写的，从来都没有人这样写过。今天他这么一写，我不知道他今年会怎么过。&lt;br /&gt; 所以在你们都还没看清爱之前，不要随便去摸索爱。摸到炸弹才知道。爱到才知道痛~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-894136270667677379?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/894136270667677379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-5641336114616637663</id><published>2010-01-11T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:06:37.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>一个故事</title><content type='html'>你们是否增经到过一些未开发的山芭？你们的父母有没有吩咐你们不要在那种地方叫别人的名字？知道为什么吗....？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前，妈妈住在一个乡村。那时候，那个地方比较偏僻，有很大片未开发的芭。有些则是被人买下来种油棕树了。这些低放都没有人住，之有在白天时才可能有人会去芭里收割油棕或打猎。前一辈的人都知道到那些地方去，较其他人名字是禁忌的。因为他们相信里面住着一些不干净的东西。&lt;br /&gt;曾经就发生过这么一件事，当时妈妈还很小，她也是听外婆说的。有个人到芭里去，结果不幸的迷路了。那个时候，惊动了全村的人，正个村子的人都开始展开搜索。找了2~3天都找不到，大家都焦急了，特别是他的家人。终于，村里的人找到了。问题是，已经过了黄金时间，找到的是他的尸体。尸体被找到时，七孔都被恶心的昆虫和四脚动物塞满了。你可想象这种事发生在你漂亮英俊的脸上吗？&lt;br /&gt;妈妈说，当进到去这些地方时，就必须起戒备心。千万不要一个人随随便便就闯进那些地方。这些肮脏东西会找机会，迷幻你，然后为你吃着写恶心的小动物，小昆虫。如果失踪后的前几天内，成功被找到的话，还可能可以被救回。过了黄金时段，就会惨死。当然，有与芭通常都很大，所以必须去到神庙去问神。神明会指明一些提示，然后马上跟据提示去找人才可能得救。&lt;br /&gt;这些东西，说迷信也没错。但是，你敢冒这险吗？或许你认为，你所信仰的宗教比较劲，但是这些东西的存在，使不能完全被否认的。自己看着办吧！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-5641336114616637663?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/5641336114616637663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=5641336114616637663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5641336114616637663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5641336114616637663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='一个故事'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-4712033283411337905</id><published>2010-01-11T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T05:34:01.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>Here's the story. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to any undeveloped jungle or forest? Or maybe a palm tree ochard that no one lives in? Well, if you had, did your parents asked you not to call names of yourself and other people? Have you ever wondered why? &lt;br /&gt;  Chinese people has always been a race with all sorts of customs. One of it is not to call names in jungle. This is because we believe that there's something dirty there, evil spirits. &lt;br /&gt;  My mother used to live in a village. Years ago, a part of the undeveloped area in that was used for palm tree plantation. That is why no one lived there. When she was still young, there was such case that happened, shocking the whole village. There was one guy who got lost in the plantation area. &lt;br /&gt;  When his friends realized that, they started searching for that guy. Everyone was anxious of him, because they all knew about the existance of those spirits. They searched and searched, and found nothing for the first few days. Finally, they found him, his dead body after the golden period of searching. When his body was found, all the holes on his face were stuffed with centipedes, small lizards and many other little nasty creatures. Can you imagin, this happening to you? &lt;br /&gt;  According to older generation, whenever we enter such place, we have to becareful. Don't simpily call other people's name, shouting out is even worse. &lt;br /&gt;  Although this seems to be ridiculous but you can't deny the existance of those things out there. Even the few main religion in the world agree with the existance of these dirty things. There is no harm for believing it. Do you want to risk your own safety? Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-4712033283411337905?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/4712033283411337905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=4712033283411337905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/4712033283411337905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/4712033283411337905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2010/01/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-6956727441638936889</id><published>2010-01-10T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T09:32:09.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>notice</title><content type='html'>Today, but not now. I will tell you a story, a ghost story. This is the first time, I post a ghost story. In order to let all of you be able to read this story, I will post it in both english and chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-6956727441638936889?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/6956727441638936889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=6956727441638936889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/6956727441638936889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/6956727441638936889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2010/01/nottice.html' title='notice'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-387328944264858066</id><published>2010-01-10T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T09:22:44.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>final day</title><content type='html'>Day 5 in cambodia was nothing interesting. We went to the shopping mall which had nothing special too. Those facilities, ours are better. And products sold there were not cheap also. I only bought ice-cream during that visit. &lt;br /&gt;  Lastly, we went to the bazaar,aka pasar. But still the price of things sold there was still exxpensive. Luckily, we could bargain the price there. The problem was, language difference. I tried to speak in chinese, they didn't understand completely. Then I used english, they still didn't get me. What a pain in ass.&lt;br /&gt;  Finally, we got to the terminal. Our journey in cambodia ended there. Our cambodia friend, teacher Wong and the tour guide accompanied us till the very end. Hereby, on behalf of the temple, thank you for taking good care of us. &lt;br /&gt;  Man, I am starting to miss cambodia and my friends already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-387328944264858066?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/387328944264858066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=387328944264858066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/387328944264858066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/387328944264858066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-5-in-cambodia-was-nothing.html' title='final day'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-3261965882603332433</id><published>2010-01-01T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:41:37.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 and 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning woke up at 6.  After the not so good breakfast, we started our journey to Angkor. From the capital of Cambodia to Angkor took us about 6 hours of bus ride. We sang, we laughed and cheered along the journey. It was fun, except holding urine in the bladder. It's like a tank going to blow off any moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  We arrived in Angkor around 4~5. First or rather say the only place we visited that day was some kinda ruins of Angkor that had a nice sunset view. I didn't see beautiful sunset, but huge crowd flooding that small area. After that we went for dinner. The dinner was quite OK. Since my friend's birthday is coming soon, we celebrated early. We checked into a nice hotel (well, better than the previous one), but too bad we weren't allowed to make noise. Then we went to a hotel nearby to have a meeting. We discussed about our feelings during the trip. Luckily, they didn't choose me to talk, WAKAKAKAKAK!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Representatives from all countries involved were given chances to talk. Some talked a lot, some just a few sentences. Some talked in languages I didn't understand... But that's not important. What they'd said were their true feelings and thoughts. When the discussion finished, it was almost 12am, 1/1/2010. So we had count down also. 60 people's voices, but sounded like a concert. I wouldn't be surprised if we were being complained.... After the count down event, we went to the night market to experience the new year spirit in Cambodia. Unfortunately, many stalls were closed. Fortunately, the pubs were still there. We entered a street where many pubs were opened, and I found myself in a whole new Cambodia. Loud speakers and foreigners everywhere. All of them were dancing and cheered for the arrival of 2010. However we didn't join them, for we weren't allowed to drink (or rather we don't drink), we left that place and went back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we visited the famous Angkor Wat and Angkor Thom. When I was standing inside Angkor Wat and Angkor Thom I could almost felt the glory of the Khmer Empire. Took quite a lot of pictures, but unfortunately the camera ran out of battery before I could finish visiting that place. (20USD per ticket, worth it.) After lunch, we went to a home of orphan. I was amazed when I saw children there. I couldn't recall the number, but there were so many children there. We were then asked to take out presents we prepared and give them to the children. Their eyes were so happy when they received those presents. I am lucky...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Our journey back to Phnom Penh started again. When we arrived Phnom Penh, it was already 9pm. We went to the Cambodia I Kuan Tao Headquarter. Perhaps you never heard of I kuan tao( 一贯道）, but the temple was big, I mean very big. Concrete building with such size consumes a great deal of money to construct. And this one is not funded by government. Astonishing... Our dinner was no ordinary vegetarian meal, but the very formal meal, only served in very important events. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-3261965882603332433?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/3261965882603332433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=3261965882603332433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/3261965882603332433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/3261965882603332433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-3-and-4.html' title='Day 3 and 4'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-2670305041691491107</id><published>2009-12-29T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:27:57.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 and 2</title><content type='html'>Currently in Cambodia. No picture yet. I arrived here around 1615hours. The temperature is still fine, a little summer wind, still I like it. After arriving, we went straight to our hotel. A three stars hotel, but the room is much much more larger than those fancy 5 stars hotel. That was yesterday. Today, the first place we visited was the Choeung Ek aka The Killing Field.&lt;br /&gt;Many people had been executed in this very field. Mass graves were everywhere. Luckily no corpes is still burried under those soil. The bodies were removed to a buddhist stupa(some sort of tower building). The skulls and bones of those intellectuals who passed away. If any ghost is to be wandering around that place, it must be a smart ghost.&lt;br /&gt;Khmer Rouge had used a cruel, cold blooded way to take control of Cambodia. Anyone who knew how to write and talk in english would be executed during that time. The consequence, Cambodia nowadays is still lacked of developement in many fields compare to other countries.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to visit the temple in a rural village, away from Phnom Penh. The village was seriously undeveloped, and lack of facilities. Although schools were built, residents there have no supply of clean water and electricity. And the houses there, were just simpily combination of wood and bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;The temperature there is very hot. If you had been in my place, then you will wonder how people lived there, with such unsufficient shelter. They would be considered lucky, if there is no rain. Or else, the whole village will turn into a big muddy village.&lt;br /&gt;We then visited a few of the families who lived there. They were those who faced financial problems and struggled to survive. One of the families, lost their parents. The eldest sister had to take the responsibility to feed her young siblings. Sympathy... I cannot bear to look them in the eyes. The live which I am living now with sufficient or rather abundant food and clean water, is just too rich.&lt;br /&gt;I took out some candy and gave them to the childrens there. They were so happy. A small candy is already enough to satisfy them. What's the difference between us? We are still human. Their desires could be fulfilled easily. Our's are like black hole, sucking everything inside and still thirsty. Same human, living in different world.&lt;br /&gt;Self reflection. Recalling what I saw today, I have much to improve. People who had a proper concrete house,  be grateful. People who knew ABC, thank god. Those who need not to worry about their meals, never waste them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-2670305041691491107?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/2670305041691491107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=2670305041691491107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/2670305041691491107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/2670305041691491107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-1.html' title='Day 1 and 2'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-1107069467024003835</id><published>2009-12-26T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T10:59:11.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>outdoor shower</title><content type='html'>Today sometime around afternoon, I was having an activity. It rained, when it's time for PT(physical training). Well, it's not exactly training, it was actually test. This time was different. Whoever passes the test, shall be rewarded one free ticket to any movie, any time. Since I managed to pass the previous test, I already got one.&lt;br /&gt;  However, there are still other members who didn't manage it. So, me and my friend, had no choice but to be the hero. We had to pass the PT. It rained more heavily after a short while. Someone forgot to close to shower... I got a trip to Cambodia which I don't want to miss, I seriously don't want to take the risk of getting ill. But still, we ran. One and a half miles in 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;  The rain was still heavy, HELLO! TURN OFF THE SHOWER　ＰＬＥＡＳＥ！I had to run. There is no other choice. Our feet started moving after we persuaded each other. The first round was easy, and fast. The field was gradually accumulating more water. The shoes got wet. Our shirts got wet. After 4 rounds, everything on our body got wet. As our shoes absorbed the water, adding more mass, we decreased our speed gradually.&lt;br /&gt;  It was not easy. Both of us ran side by side, so that we could encourage each other to  not slow down. When he overtook me, I tried to run faster. My friend did the same too. After some time suddenly I realized. What the hell am I doing now? Risking your holiday for a free movie ticket is not a wise step to be taken. However, I did manage to finish the running together with my friend. Poor two Lance Corporal, sacrificed themselves for the sake of other members.&lt;br /&gt;  After that, our officer fulfilled his words and gave us what we wanted. Wakakaka. Rethinking of it, the process was fun. Although some of you might disagree, but in the end, I felt happy for what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;  No pain, no gain. We have to pay or sacrifice to get what we want. There is no other alternative. You want good results in study, study hard. You want incredible stamina, torture yourself in a proper way. When we can't get what we wished for, that means we didn't try harder. Luck is just an excuse for those who never tried their best. That's why I don't believe in luck. And God is just another more powerful excuse, that's why I don't care whether god is there or not.&lt;br /&gt;  Push to the limit, and exceed the limit, then there will be improvement. So next time, try to torture yourself, for sure there will be improvement. (Usually I can run better, further and faster, but I hate grass. For some reason, I slow down when I run on grass.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-1107069467024003835?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/1107069467024003835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=1107069467024003835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/1107069467024003835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/1107069467024003835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/12/outdoor-shower.html' title='outdoor shower'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-5206333990631471071</id><published>2009-12-23T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:06:08.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR</title><content type='html'>该怎么说呢？算了算了，改天再泼你们冷水吧！PMR 成绩优等的恭喜恭喜，成绩烂的活该活该。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't celebrate christmas, wish those who are celebrating it Merry Christmas! Santa Clause never existed... Here's the lyrics of a very nice christmas song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yourself a merry little christmas-Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yourself a merry little Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart be light&lt;br /&gt;from now on, our troubles will be out of sight&lt;br /&gt;have yourself a merry little Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Make the Yuletide gay&lt;br /&gt;From now on, our troubles will be miles away&lt;br /&gt;Here we are as in olden days&lt;br /&gt;Happy golden days of yore&lt;br /&gt;Faithful friends who are dear to us&lt;br /&gt;Gather near to us once more&lt;br /&gt;Through the years we all will be together&lt;br /&gt;If the fates allow&lt;br /&gt;So hang a shining star upon the highest bough&lt;br /&gt;And have yourself a merry little Christmas now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yourself a merry little Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart be light&lt;br /&gt;from now on, our troubles will be out of sight&lt;br /&gt;have yourself a merry little Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Make the Yuletide gay&lt;br /&gt;From now on, our troubles will be miles away&lt;br /&gt;Here we are as in olden days&lt;br /&gt;Happy golden days of yore&lt;br /&gt;Faithful friends who are dear to us&lt;br /&gt;Gather near to us once more&lt;br /&gt;Through the years we all will be together&lt;br /&gt;If the fates allow&lt;br /&gt;So hang a shining star upon the highest bough&lt;br /&gt;And have yourself a merry little Christmas now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-5206333990631471071?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/5206333990631471071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=5206333990631471071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5206333990631471071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5206333990631471071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/12/pmr.html' title='PMR'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-1644252708143124578</id><published>2009-12-20T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T03:53:01.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few more days to go</title><content type='html'>In a few more days, I will be leaving for Cambodia. Though the country is (I would say) lack of development compare to that fancy Hong Kong, however I am looking forward to visit that country. SEA countries usually are left behind especially in the economic field. We might heard a lots of news or read some articles about the situations in those countries, however reality is far beyond our imagination. How "suck" could their life be? The answer is worse than what you've thought.&lt;br /&gt;  We are lucky because we need not to worry about food, water and shelter. However, for them, everyday is a new challenge. While they were having problems with adequate food supply for their family, we might be having hard time to choose which restaurant to go. Shirts they are wearing are probably dirtier than our door mat. Life is hard, but we can change life.&lt;br /&gt;  When I come back from their, I will write down my experience travelling to that country. By the way Happy new year to everyone. I'll skip christmas cause I don't celebrate christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-1644252708143124578?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/1644252708143124578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=1644252708143124578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/1644252708143124578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/1644252708143124578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-more-days-to-go.html' title='Few more days to go'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-437121302258108260</id><published>2009-12-10T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T06:58:24.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong trip</title><content type='html'>Came back from Hong Kong(a country I don't think I will enjoy being it's resident) few days ago. Bad vacation... What can I say, tall buildings everywhere, it's sort of like annoying ghost. Seriously there are too many sky scrappers. I wonder why aren't the people there suffocated. Besides that, everything is high. The concrete buildings, the price of the food and bla bla bla. Even a 'branded' shirt in the night market costs about 100HK dollars(roughly about RM50). Swt... I think twice before I buy anything original that costs more than RM30.&lt;br /&gt;  Besides that, the trip organized by the agency wasn't satisfying. First day got there by 7pm, which is too late for any visiting. 2nd day had a very bad dim sum breakfast not to mention the lunch and dinner. The other days were the same only the food different. The hotel that we made our temporary home was just infront of the fish market, lousy agency. However, we got to stay in a 5 star hotel during the night in Macau( the las vegas of asia). Only that day in Macau was adequate. According to the portugese tour guide in Macau, there are 33 casinoes in Macau. The number is still increasing.  Bad place for those who hate gambling.&lt;br /&gt;  The next 2 days we went to some sort of theme parks, Ocean park and Disneyland. Ocean park was a total waste of time. Nothing much to play with. We had more time than we need. After I experienced all the excitements there, I think I spent 2 hours sitting on a bench and drank some bottles of water. It was so boring, the kids, their parents and their grandparents complained. The following day was Disneyland. Not much anticipation from me about that place. We had a whole day over there. The whole mickey mouse thing was killing me. I turned lazy to 'explore' the whole thing myself, I decided to follow my family. At least I can have some conversation, instead of drinking bottles of water.&lt;br /&gt;  Know what that occupied our time the most in Disneyland? The wait. It took me an hour just to get my ass into the theatre. Not to mention that I slept during the show. In the night when we finaly got back to the Disneyland Hotel, it didn't have HBO or Cinemax, what the TV got was disney channel.&lt;br /&gt;  During the next day, we woke up late. And packed up. Got to the airport around 11am. Checked in and did some shopping before we left. Hehe, guess what I bought..... secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-437121302258108260?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/437121302258108260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=437121302258108260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/437121302258108260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/437121302258108260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/12/hong-kong-trip.html' title='Hong Kong trip'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-7312072167999894636</id><published>2009-11-23T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:23:24.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't complain. Remember you screwed yourself.</title><content type='html'>The UPSR results just came out. Congratulation to those who got many nice and beautiful A's. And to those who fail to achieve your goal, don't be too upset, and end up trying suicide. Life is beautiful, look forward, things can get worse. Don't complain to anyone if you get that amount of A's B's and C's.&lt;br /&gt; I've seen a lot of people complaining and give stupid excuses when the results come out. However, the right thing to do, is to blame yourself. Blame yourself for that result. Everyone is equal, the same amount of 24 hours everyday. You can manage your own time, your mama has nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt; Some people even blamed their genes... that is so absurd. Oh come on, your stupidity has nothing to do with your great great great parents. Its your brain, you decide on what to do with your brain. If you want to play maple and screw your brain, do as you wish. But don't complain when you found out you can't solve 1+1. Why are people so fond of a 2D game like that?&lt;br /&gt; After the result came out, most of those who get lousy result will eventually face the music. Usually the hand phone will go first. Then computer, PSP, etc etc. Don't complain. You screw your own result, you causes all these to happen to you. KARMA~~~ hahaha, padan muka!&lt;br /&gt; Destiny is in your hand. You choose your own path. If you feel like taking a nap before the exams, just go ahead and sleep. But don't regret when the results are out. This is the reality, blame yourself. I always do that. Besides that, don't be too compromising to yourself. If I can't get perfect score, the only thing I would say is that I am just too stupid. One of my motto in exams: Less than perfect means stupid.&lt;br /&gt; Its school holidays now. To those who got bad results and were grounded, PADAN MUKA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-7312072167999894636?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/7312072167999894636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=7312072167999894636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/7312072167999894636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/7312072167999894636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-complain-remember-you-screwed.html' title='Don&apos;t complain. Remember you screwed yourself.'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-3516983709847172116</id><published>2009-11-14T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:58:43.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>09完啦！</title><content type='html'>学校，很快很快的，就要结束了。日历也差不多是时候更新了。初中的最后一年啊！虽谈不上回味无穷，但是怎么说也是人生里其中的旅程。一路走过，遇上了不少的花草树木，但还算是段平顺的旅途。每当学校结束时，感想就特别的多。不止学校，其他的过程也一样。一旦接近尾声时，感觉就涌出来了。不会特别的高兴，但是遗憾却是满满的。回想什么事没做好，忽略了什么，辜负了谁，还有一大堆的。生活里的瑕疵，一下子全都跑出来了。毕竟我缺点还有很多，途中肯定会犯错。就如圣经里的所说的：As it is written, there is none righteous, no, not one. Romans 3:10.&lt;br /&gt;   这一年里啊，头脑没有变的特别聪明，但是却也学了不少东西。到佛堂去参班，得知了不少成年人们的问题。也让我发现，原来成长还有那么一段长的距离和空间。老人们的智慧，确确实实可以解决生活上的大小问题。与人相处，竟然有这么个境界。爱，的背后，原来还有许许多多的责任（所以我爱你，不要乱乱说，尤其是1314的那一种）。父母的爱，真的是无限的！&lt;br /&gt;  平时常看见身边交男女朋友的都说什么我爱你、爱你1314的。虽然没有谈恋爱，但是对于一位负责任的人来说，这些都是永远的承诺，&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;永远&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;的承诺，不是开玩笑的。当然，我没有权力说，小情侣们感情不可能长久。因为他们或许真的了解爱，懂得爱。&lt;br /&gt;  当然，同时碰触到了一些些责任的负担。咳，有时候，确实是有些麻烦。不做不可抑，要做却费精神，伤脑筋。大人们，辛苦了。麻烦的责任，若处理不好，就变成了烦恼。这烦恼就好像装满重物的桶。右边的手拿累了，就换左手拿。等到左手累了，怎么办？换右手拿啊！这样换来换去，要及时才能放下？我不知道，以后我若面对如此问题时候能潇洒的放下，还是依然如前者们换来换去。&lt;br /&gt;  别啦，09年！期待着10年里，产生的点点滴滴。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-3516983709847172116?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/3516983709847172116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=3516983709847172116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/3516983709847172116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/3516983709847172116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/11/09.html' title='09完啦！'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-1299740810013297392</id><published>2009-11-12T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:25:22.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>仙界奇侠传</title><content type='html'>最近，在追连续剧，《仙界奇侠传》。虾米！为什么会看这种连续剧呢？原因很简单，因为女主角是刘亦菲。hehe... 美女嘛。女生们可以因为剧里的靓仔而追看整部戏。为什么我不可以？21世纪，男女平等，女为君痴，君醉于貌。 其实不只刘亦菲，还有黄圣依，田中千绘，natalie portman...etc&lt;br /&gt;制作公司聪明，会找刘亦非担任女主角，哈哈！看到都爽，百看不厌。那个海角七号也是，田中千绘真的是够漂亮。这些全都是美的一种。可这种美，会让人爱上它！好像烟草一般，越吸，越上瘾。但是至少不会让人无法自拔。无法自拔的那一种，是两个人之间的爱情。男男也好，女女也好，男女都好，彼此都会被对方的美牢牢吸引。想到，就会不知觉得微笑起来，很幸福，很甜美的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;不过...不管我的事。那种感觉，咳...等找到了再说吧！男士们，这部戏里的女主角，真得很漂亮哦！值得看，值得看。内容我不懂啦，我只知道女主角很美，没有女主角的戏分，我就越过，hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-1299740810013297392?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/1299740810013297392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=1299740810013297392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/1299740810013297392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/1299740810013297392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='仙界奇侠传'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-7132566227644038204</id><published>2009-11-06T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:14:41.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah! Class party</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, was fun to those who had joined the class party, I think, cause I didn't join them. Well anyway, the party was a mistake. The money used, came from the class fund (luckily I didn't pay all, or else I would be totally mad). Parties are fun, I like party. But, when money is involved, then I would have to reconsider.&lt;br /&gt;  First of all, when the class treasurer wants to use the class fund, every classmate should be informed of how the money will be used. When there are objections, vote. The majority wins. The party was agreed by many of the classmates, because they have been informed through a socializing website. They even discuss through that. All these are wrong. Not everyone is using that website. And there are definitely objections among classmates. However, our treasurer and monitor decides to continue the plan. And when I posted my disagreements, he said I was not giving any productive suggestions. Excuse me, I objected, I am not suppose to give you any productive suggestions, don't you have any sense?&lt;br /&gt;  Then treasurer asked me to suggest what to do with the leftover. Haiz, you are the treasurer, you are suppose to give us suggestions and then we discuss. If you don't know how to deal with things like this, ask! You should not have collected so much money from the classmates before planning.&lt;br /&gt;  We are 15 years old already, we aren't suppose to do things such recklessly. When it involves money, be aware of everyone's opinion. Next year, I won't pay a damn cent for class fund.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-7132566227644038204?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/7132566227644038204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=7132566227644038204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/7132566227644038204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/7132566227644038204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeah-class-party.html' title='Yeah! Class party'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-7204350874765648201</id><published>2009-11-03T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:21:46.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smart evil girl</title><content type='html'>Just watched The Orphan. Wow, fascinating. A little kid, with such intelligence and monstrous character. Overall the movie isn't really scary, cause ghosts aren't  floating around showing disgusting faces, and screaming scary voices. The kids are so damn stupid. Especially the boy. He has the typical American Boy character. Trying to act cool even though his balls are missing. However, the little girl is cute, angel like (I am not a lolicon, absolutely not a lolicon).&lt;br /&gt;  Then we have the parents or husband and wife. The typical American type in movies and dramas. Always feel free to do "that" anywhere(wife hot, very hot but not important HAHA).   When the kids use the F word or any foul language, why don't they just slap them, hard, just like slapping a bitch. Locking the tree house is ridiculous. And don't you think 2 kids are enough already? Why do adopt another 1 in the first place. Sendiri cari pasal, padan muka.&lt;br /&gt;  The main char, erm, ok I forgot the name, swt swt. I will call her mean girl. The main girl is seriously violent. I am a Buddhist so I don't feel like killing anything. Killing is not fun, it doesn't please me. Man, she kills with a hammer. Strikes right into the head, bloody scene. And the prey didn't die, so she strikes a few more time until... Evil~ evil. If she really do exist, terrorists will do anything to recruit her.&lt;br /&gt;  Then we have the seducing scene, climax... Gross, lolicon. She is quite stupid in that case. That guy has a hot wife, why would he wana fxxk a lolicon? Even though she is actually a grown up, but it is still disgusting... (vomiting, I am a normal male, not pervert japs). After that is the stabbing scene. Weak... he was holding a torch light. I bet he could have hit her hard enough to save himself. This teaches us to Make Use Of The Things Around Us.&lt;br /&gt;  People, please not be influenced by this movie. You can still adopt kids, they need you. except this mean girl. Spread your love to every children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-7204350874765648201?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/7204350874765648201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=7204350874765648201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/7204350874765648201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/7204350874765648201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/11/smart-evil-girl.html' title='smart evil girl'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-5028738765834629401</id><published>2009-10-24T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:59:58.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>public enemy</title><content type='html'>最近看了部电影，之前一直都很想看，只是找不到机会。《Public Enemy》，好像是rated的，不过不管啦，反正好看。电影里面的犯罪集团，异常的令人震撼。二战之前的美国，原来是这个样子的。大家熟悉的FBI原来都是因为他，而发展起来的。故事里的他，虽说是头号罪犯，但是在于某些情节里，他似乎变成了“好人”。Antagonist and protagonist dilemma。 整部戏，一点都部闷，不看就太可惜了。Bye bye, blackbird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-5028738765834629401?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/5028738765834629401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=5028738765834629401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5028738765834629401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5028738765834629401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/10/public-enemy.html' title='public enemy'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-2501157409741928142</id><published>2009-10-21T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:31:25.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sxhxi</title><content type='html'>今天，学校里，没有多少人来。孤零零一个，在班上，可怜。还好，有带几本书去看，沉迷在作者和物理的世界里。看着别人玩无聊到死的大弟，实在是有些同情他们。话说我读着读着，有几位同学走过，说什么，每天读读读，sxhxi。 真的事，一点文化都没有。&lt;br /&gt;骂我没关系，污辱我没关系，不要轮到我以牙还牙的时候，才在那里一大堆foul language。社会是现实的，就如你们说的话一样。嘴巴长在你们身上，要臭，我也没办法。当然，我对于你们的意见也不需要得到你们的许可。&lt;br /&gt;平时看你们这群人。也没什么用脑袋嘛...考试成绩放榜时，包尾的总是你们几个。真的事，有够笨的，蠢死了。脑残的人都比你们理智，都比你们聪明。年头开始，就见你们不读书了。老师教书，你们旷课。考试时候，打没脑的电动。上课时候，却到篮球场去报到。打篮球，没有错，很好很棒。是个健康的运动。但是，兴趣是有，成绩呢？表现在哪里？打来打去，县级比赛半个奖都没拿回来。与其说为学校争光，不如说那学校的招牌到外面去让人吐口水。笑死人了。&lt;br /&gt;好心啦，这种程度的脑袋，我怀疑你们连1到10有多少个号码有多少个都数不清。没关系，幼稚园的老师有教，可以回去念。正当大家在学高级数学的时候，你们可以学数字。蠢死了。对哦！你们当中还有经过预备班的，比我们年长一岁，竟然还在学1+1！虽然不是很正常，但是这种事情每一件中学都有。&lt;br /&gt;做人做到那么不自爱，难道一点都不惭愧吗？自己不读书，就认为人家读书sxhxi!你的脑到底长在哪里？自己不读书，当个蠢到死的人就好了，不要去侮辱那些喜欢阅读的同学。&lt;br /&gt;Reading is a fun process, those who never read can never understand the beauty of ABC. Bloody dumb asses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-2501157409741928142?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/2501157409741928142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=2501157409741928142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/2501157409741928142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/2501157409741928142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/10/sxhxi.html' title='sxhxi'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-8914985686993229255</id><published>2009-10-13T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:39:47.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work to do</title><content type='html'>A few things to do before the school starts next year.&lt;br /&gt;-read physics&lt;br /&gt;-read chemistry&lt;br /&gt;-read some books&lt;br /&gt;-do add maths&lt;br /&gt;-plan for camp&lt;br /&gt;-plan for party&lt;br /&gt;-do something that sweats a lot&lt;br /&gt;-do some cooking&lt;br /&gt;-play ( but i don't really know what to play)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-8914985686993229255?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/8914985686993229255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=8914985686993229255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/8914985686993229255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/8914985686993229255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/10/work-to-do.html' title='Work to do'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-4474535946452805602</id><published>2009-10-13T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:17:59.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When october ends</title><content type='html'>All right, the exam finished to. To be honest, I kinda miss that kind of feeling. Reading the books, trying to remember everything. However, I have to say, all these three years of studies, it looked quite "childish" to me. Like science, atom is the smallest thing in the world. Hello! Why are books telling us wrong things? What happen to the protons, electrons and neutrons! How come they never mentioned positron!? And we have forces. Kinetic, electrostatic, blablabla. Excuse me, those forces aren't fundamental.&lt;br /&gt;And we have history. Bias... Authors are trying to brain wash us. The leader were always right. The communists were bad guys. Our citizenship were result of your compromises. What a great sacrifice. Vernacular schools are bad, we cannot achieve harmony in this country if we are learning our own mother language. I don't have any problem studying together with friends of different races.&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics, not bad. However, I suppose you can teach us more. Look at those chinese private school, their mathematics has a very high standard compare to our 1+1=2.&lt;br /&gt;BM. This language is very important if you are living in this country. Besides that, it is an alternative language for me to use when communicating with friends. Good, very good. However, give us a clearer guide or instruction about the grammar rules. I don't like to spend money for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;English. Well, I don't like it. I don't know why, I just don't like it. However I admit there is still much for me to improve at English.&lt;br /&gt;Living skills. I suggest you make it more practical. We can't make our lives any better by just reading how stuff works.&lt;br /&gt;Geography. To make us better in this field, maybe we can pay some visits to certain places to help us understand the texts better.&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin. Brilliant! Marvelous! Excellent! Maybe teachers should let us read some of the famous books during old times. I am quite sure it will help us improve in academic.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind me. Take your time to rest my friends. The path laid before you is still long. Don't worry, I will wake you up before October ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-4474535946452805602?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/4474535946452805602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=4474535946452805602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/4474535946452805602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/4474535946452805602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-october-ends.html' title='When october ends'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-6938113540679954842</id><published>2009-09-22T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:17:49.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca trip</title><content type='html'>Few days ago, I went to the what arh.... Ah! Malacca with my neighbour, and her children. Boy 8 years old and girl 6 years old... Troubles happened all day long. When he first came to my house, he was very very excited. Just like a wild kangaroo hopping around and no one could stop him. I watched him hopping around until our vehicle start moving. Along the journey to Malacca, I was reading my text book, but that boy just won't let me. Kacau kacau, and quarrel with his sister to get my mp3. &lt;br /&gt;  From my house to malacca took me about 2 hours. The kids were still good until the last half hour. Expecially the boy, keep asking are we there? are we there? I am starving, are we there yet? That was extremely annoying. When we finally get there, we decided to eat first. When you go malacca on any holiday, you will have to queue to eat. For half an hour we queue, finally we got to eat. The boy refused to eat, he wana eat something else. Excuse me, boy, you are not allowed to do that. You eat what your parents eat, ok. If you don't want to eat that, then don't eat. No one is going to buy anything else for you to eat. That's the rule, even if you are just 8, bear in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;  I have to say, that boy was really a pain in ass. I felt lucky for him for he is not my parent's child. Or else, he is going to be punished for his entire childhood. When I was lucky, younger than him, I don't get the chance to behave in such way. I never like to annoy anyone. Especially my parents. The only thing I annoyed them was asking too much questions. I don't disturb them when they are busy. Unlike this boy, never rest to disturb everyone. I don't pick my food, I eat and taste them, its enjoying. This boy was too picky. He doesn't like vegetable, the green ones. Kanasai, never ever pick your food. Think of those who can't even afford to eat dirt.&lt;br /&gt;  Children aren't supose to be spoiled like that. That boy is a very common example. Parents are too compromising with their children.  Kanasai, they just rang my door bell. SWT... Never mind them. Parents shouldn't let their children to do anything they wish. They must also be very very very strict with their children. NO mean NO. Children must bear in their mind that parents are respectful, you can't just argue with them like they are someone else. Dude, they gave birth to us. Without them, you are just another wasted "egg" and "worm".&lt;br /&gt;  Tears can be a very strong weapon if use against parents. So, what parents can do is slap. First, ask them to shut up, stop crying. If they don't raise your voice. If they are still crying, slap them. The more they cry the harder you slap. It's a very effective way of stoping them. But don't slap too hard until they faint. It may cause you be sued for domestic abuse, you doon't want that You just want them to be quiet. After a few times you use that method, they will know tear is no use. Hooray for the parents.&lt;br /&gt;  Sometimes children may wana buy something. Well, don't obey them.  You are the dad and mum, children don't give you orders to buy something. Usually they walk past a stupid toy store, they see a stupid toy, and wanted it. If you have this kind of problem, just walk away. Don't simpily buy toys for them. They should be playing with books, not toys. CAUTION: too much toy may cause retardation! It is stupid to play with toys whenchildren are in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;  Dear parents, be careful with your children. You love them of course, but don't do it in the wrong way. Don't spoil them, let them be controlled. Discipline is essential for normal kids. And DoTa makes their brains shrink, be careful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-6938113540679954842?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/6938113540679954842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=6938113540679954842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/6938113540679954842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/6938113540679954842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/09/malacca-trip.html' title='Malacca trip'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-6686046138314490250</id><published>2009-09-18T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:44:37.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>寄给自己的信</title><content type='html'>自己，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;预考完了吧！成绩不理想对吧。理想不理想，就你心里明白了。我说啊，你这成绩怎么老是这个样，只考个够吃的分数，连自己都不满意。不是我想说你，但就是看不下去了。从以前开始就是这样，比上不足比下有余。你几时才可以让自己满意？靠点小聪明就想把爱因斯坦给比下去，做梦！&lt;br /&gt;你明知道，自己并没有想象中的那么聪明，为何不要去努力一点？爸爸妈妈也说了，只要你在努力，学校考试肯定可以应付。你又不是脑残，也不算很笨，为什么成绩还是这个样？一点也不长进，没出息。80分是满足不了你的。从你开始摸索世界，你就知道，你给你自己定下的水准跟别人不同。你对“好”的定义，不可以用学校里的“好”比较。人家的“好”可能只要求及格，有的是80分，但你的只有你自己知道。你非常的清楚自己的状况，差就是差，老师打在高的分数你还是差。考试得了满分，不代表你做的好，只证明了考题容易；但是考不到满分，代表你蠢。永远都别对自己太好，对自己刻薄一点，你才有进步的空间。不要找一大堆烂借口来安慰自己的失败，那是逃避的一种，软弱的象征。&lt;br /&gt;失败了，被嘲笑，天经地义，一点也没错。难不成被嘲笑就躲进房间里哭个天荒地乱？逃避是没用的，因为别人就算不笑你，你自己也会嘲笑自己。这就是你的个性，你的大脑，除非把脑摘下，不然你永远都不能逃避。当你失败时，不要把错怪到运气的头上，因为你不相信命运，你否认他的存在。看你自己玩扑克牌的是后就知道，满脑子都是数字和对手的一举一动。你也千万别怪头上的神明自己运气不好，因为不关他们的事。你生下来，就是个霉，怪神明干吗？况且，你还不够衰，没资格投诉。所以下次碰霉运，就动动脑筋解决问题吧！&lt;br /&gt;说道动脑筋，你为免也太蠢了吧！那些爱因斯坦的方程式，你半个也看不懂，甚至以为人家在画画，笨！虽然课本里面没有写过这些东西，但是那不是借口。网际网络如此广泛，不懂什么，键盘按一按就可以找到了，但你读了也还是不明白，白痴。相信你也清楚，做人不可以井底之蛙，孤陋寡闻，必须什么都知道。或许你还是个学生，但是年龄不可以拿来当借口，学生也是人，有责任博学多闻。&lt;br /&gt;很快的检定考试要到了，我可以跟你说，你已经不及格了。就算你的了8个甲，笨还是笨，蠢就是蠢。而且你的努力，太少了，就像上一次一样，要记得一份耕耘一份收获。天下有没有白吃的午餐？有！谁说没有，只是被其他人吃光了。我跟你说，这一次检定考试啊，你若失败，那你就可真是没用了！进不了理科班，你就惨了。读到那些奇奇怪怪的科目，我看你怎么死。在你心目中，文科还有一写比较艺术的东西都是不切实际的。进文科班还想学人读什么医生建筑？醒醒吧蠢货！进到高等学府去学画画唱歌，那些没用的东西，笑死人了！真是有够笨的！蠢啊！哈哈哈哈哈哈！又画又唱个两三年，出来要干吗？身边例子一大堆。像个朋友，读个什么艺术，出来社会到小贩中心去洗碗，哈哈！洗碗也讲究 art 哦！？（笑到我牙齿都掉两颗了）&lt;br /&gt;做人不可以那么不负责任。你必须对你生命里的每一分每一秒负起责任。浪费掉的，就不再回头了。花了个两三年实践，读写每用的东西，然后实现不了自己的梦想，很可悲的。你的梦想，自己清楚。千万不要辜负爸爸妈妈的期望，也不要连自己的梦想也辜负了。不然你会后悔一世人的。听我的，不要到最后连自己都看不起。&lt;br /&gt; 我问你，你想以后的生活怎么样？你梦想的生活是什么样子的？你很满意现在的生活对吧？连住大间一点的房子都不要，但你又不要想过穷到每饭吃的生活。爸爸妈妈现在提供给你的生活，你有把握在为来也提供同样的生活素质报答爸爸妈妈吗？你的答案是没有。因为你知道你爸爸是个很强的人，脑很够力，有硕士文凭。有本事买双层的排屋给你住。但是你现在只是个学生，一个很笨的学生，你要怎么让爸爸妈妈过舒服的日子？不要想说以后爸爸有大笔大笔的财产给你，你爸爸不是这样的人。他也说过了，要钱自己赚，我能给你的就只是学费，其他的我没本事。而且，以他现在买东西的情况来看，很有可能连学费也想让你自己赚（哈哈）。不然你想怎样，爸爸妈妈有没欠你，就算前世欠的，在生下你那一刻就还清了。天下没有父母是欠孩子的，从来只有孩子们欠父母。&lt;br /&gt;好好看着办吧！希望你还来得及变聪明，改掉那些烂习惯烂性格。努力去实践你心中的完美和梦想！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝&lt;br /&gt;不要蠢到死&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己上&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                09年9月31日&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-6686046138314490250?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/6686046138314490250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=6686046138314490250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/6686046138314490250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/6686046138314490250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='寄给自己的信'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-5301268865827823472</id><published>2009-08-28T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T05:05:33.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comments</title><content type='html'>10 comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Starbucks- kanasai, 你嫌钱多啊？要喝不会去mamak啊！（too much money is it? go mamak lar)&lt;br /&gt;2. Nike, adidas, body gloves and bila bong- 神经病，pasar malam 那些衣服穿起来也很舒服。(Nvm, those shirts in pasar are very comfortable too)&lt;br /&gt;3. 山珍海味(nice food)- 我看我还是对我的钱包好一点。舌头三寸长而已，虐待一下它没关系的。(I would prefer to be good to my wallet, my tongue is only 3 inches long)&lt;br /&gt;4. 新电话(new phone)- 我的nokia现在还很好用！（虽然screen坏掉3/4了）(my nokia works well, though 3/4 of the screen is damaged)&lt;br /&gt;5. banglo-kanasai,要我家务做死啊！(imagine the chores I need to do)&lt;br /&gt;6. banglo+maid-我才不要陌生人在我家住！(strangers in my house, no way)&lt;br /&gt;7. DoTa-原本想玩的，但是现在算了吧！wikipedia比较好玩。(I wanted to play, but nvm)&lt;br /&gt;8. rose-神经病，钱多拿去做慈善啦。买玫瑰，得空去看医生。(gila, use your money for charity purpose)&lt;br /&gt;9. rose+ candle light dinner-有素的吗？( got vege 1 or not?)&lt;br /&gt;10. banana-haha! 可以吃的还是不可以吃的？ (Haha, which 1? 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/&gt;这部卡通，赢得了第81届oscar金像奖最佳动画短片奖。故事，是讲述一名老人，住在一个快被水淹没的小镇。为此，老人不得用砖块把房子堆得更高。有一次，他最喜爱的烟斗掉进了屋子的深处。所以，就买了意见潜水衣，潜进屋子里，找回烟斗。从前的记忆，一幕幕浮现在眼前。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La maison en petits cubes... 一位老人的无奈...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-3553986237350916198?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/3553986237350916198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=3553986237350916198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/3553986237350916198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/3553986237350916198'/><link 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曲：張捷惟 / 蘇俊元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去年夏天不寂寞 你的歡笑陪著我- 光良&lt;br /&gt;乘著風聽你 編織著夢 - 張棟樑&lt;br /&gt;徜徉在一片豐收 - 易桀齊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當雨不再浪漫害羞 當風不再輕輕送 - 張智成&lt;br /&gt;藍藍的天又 深鎖眉頭 - 方炯賓&lt;br /&gt;你害怕 你惶恐 不知所措 - 張棟樑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友別再哭了 就算世界變化再多 - 光良&lt;br /&gt;還有我 在身後 奮不顧身的挽救 - 林宇中&lt;br /&gt;朋友你還有我 在為你默默的加油 - 龔柯允&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;抓著我 的雙手 如果你還在顫抖 - 林建輝&lt;br /&gt;天會藍 雨會停 我陪你走 - 張棟樑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當雨不再浪漫害羞 當風不再輕輕送 - 光良&lt;br /&gt;藍藍的天又 深鎖眉頭- 張棟樑&lt;br /&gt;你害怕 你惶恐 不知所措 - 張智成&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友別再哭了 就算世界變化再多 - 方炯賓&lt;br /&gt;還有我 在身後 奮不顧身的挽救 - 林建輝&lt;br /&gt;朋友你還有我 在為你默默的加油 - 易桀齊&lt;br /&gt;抓著我 的雙手 如果你還在顫抖- 林宇中&lt;br /&gt;天會藍 雨會停 我陪你走 - 方炯賓+ 龔柯允 (Karen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;彩虹躲在山的那頭 光線就在雲的背後 - 張棟樑&lt;br /&gt;我在雨中 陪你守候 - 林宇中&lt;br /&gt;包紮了今天的傷痛 擦乾眼淚勇敢振作- 光良&lt;br /&gt;明年夏天 有你有我 - 龔柯允+張棟樑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友別再哭了 就算世界變化再多 - 光良&lt;br /&gt;還有我 在身後 奮不顧身的挽救-合唱&lt;br /&gt;朋友你還有我 在為你默默的加油-合唱&lt;/p&gt;抓著我 的雙手 如果你還在顫抖-合唱&lt;br /&gt;天會藍 雨會停 我陪你走 -合唱&lt;br 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-2409976399951018799</id><published>2009-08-23T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:18:35.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>semi-D</title><content type='html'>昨天，爸爸带了我们，到不懂哪里去看房子（show house)。如果没记错很像实在puchong附近一带。踏入那semi-detached里，什么都没看到，只是看到空间而已。实在是大！40*80！6间房，5间厕所，加两个客厅，干湿厨房。楼下参观完后，我便带着沉重的心情上楼去看。主人房跟我现在家里的客厅一样大。还有两件较小的房间，大概大我现在的房间两倍。还有阳台，十多尺长，5~6尺宽。2楼一间厕所，从地板到顶，大约有20尺高。虾米！才一间厕所而已，做那么高干吗？！房子越看越大，心情越看越不爽。未免也太大了吧？家里才4个人，看到40*80的房子，好像有少少夸张。（hehe，不好意思，本人习惯了小康之家，房子越小越好，太大我没有本事去打理）很担心，爸爸会不会真地把房子什么什么。老实说，大房子对我来说，只是给大家庭住的，像我们的小家庭，住排屋或者是组屋就很好了。大房子，从房间一段走到另一端，就气喘了。一个人的房间，那么大干嘛，又不是住大象。&lt;br /&gt;我说啊，我们凡事都应该知足。奢求不要太多。如果真恨享受奢侈的话，想就好了，不要真的跑去填满奢望，填不满的。那个深渊啊，没有尽头，丢进去的东西再多，也不可能填满。&lt;br /&gt;房子那么大，打扫的时候，该不会叫我爬20多尺上去抹蜘蛛网吧？要抹地板的话，从12点抹到12点才可能抹完。窗口，更不用说了。离开房子后，我“警告”爸爸，他要真的是把那房子买下来，你就自己去抹吧！请工人？你最好不要，房子是我的，我不要陌生人来打理。我看到最后，若真的买了，打扫的应该是我（T_T)，无奈。所以一路上，我一直跟爸爸说，现在家，住的好好的，没有必要换，千万不要换！不过，还好，妈妈说房子买来可以做投资，不一定要住。我又反问，爸爸最近是赚很多钱吗？干吗要跟钱过不去，600多千，不好乱乱来。Your money is my money, 所以不要乱用我们的钱。（本人承受不了，一下子用太多钱，所以到现在都没要求爸爸买新电话，几百块钱，不是钱啊？）&lt;br /&gt;本人比较爱钱，不是贪钱。一旦进了我口袋的钱，就不想乱用。把钱包填得满满的，不爽吗？有时候，没有必要的，就不要。物质上的享受，真的有那么快乐吗？钱花在那些漂亮的衣物，先进的科技，为什么不要拿来做一些有意义的事呢？去shopping，嫌钱多啊！时间金钱那么多，不会拿来做慈善meh？&lt;br /&gt; 最后我想说，shopping is not a proper hobby. 购物不是正当的嗜好。它好比吸毒赌博，没有用。还有，舌头也只有3寸长而已，不用对它那么好的，好料的不用吃那么多。对钱包好，比较实在。爱护地球，爱惜钱包！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-2409976399951018799?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/2409976399951018799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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若有一天，有机会自己一个人计划旅行，自己一个人去玩，我只希望我不被打扰。连自己也不可以打扰自己，这样我才能真正的享受旅行。与其说到全世界各地去玩，应该说是回到自己心灵里的家。这样的旅行，才是最爽的，一个“回家”的旅行。听起来好像很闷，但我却认为，这趟旅行再好不过。什么过山车，跳楼机，刺激性的东西，不适合我，加速的心跳，难以平静下来。&lt;br /&gt;  虽然说是旅行，是个休息的机会。但是，旅行跑到去那里那里，飞机坐了又坐，巴士上上下下，不觉得更累吗？什么时候，才可以真正让身心静下来呢？看看有些人，或到了二三十岁，久喊活得累了，想逃避一切。好好放下，回家旅行吧！&lt;br /&gt;  朋友们，祝你们假期快乐。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-151241504881914697?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/151241504881914697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=151241504881914697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/151241504881914697'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;你就这样&lt;br /&gt;静静的&lt;br /&gt;一动也不动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;亲亲你&lt;br /&gt;让你走得安心&lt;br /&gt;抱着你&lt;br /&gt;让我心更痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我能怪谁&lt;br /&gt;头上的神明吗？&lt;br /&gt;还是无情的你&lt;br /&gt;离开我们&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;悄悄的&lt;br /&gt;隆重的&lt;br /&gt;你还是走了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-2675577054189659956?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/2675577054189659956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=2675577054189659956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/2675577054189659956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是时候&lt;br /&gt;把芽儿做个了断&lt;br /&gt;在它还未长成苗之前&lt;br /&gt;狠心的&lt;br /&gt;连根拔起&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-7136089706760251716?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/7136089706760251716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=7136089706760251716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/7136089706760251716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/7136089706760251716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_21.html' 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/&gt;　　常会想，这些问题为什么要一直去想，一直去烦。宇宙就宇宙啦，还想酱多为什么？跟你讲，如果这个问题回答了，人类就有可能可以创造出一个新的宇宙，自称创始者；又或者制造可以让宇宙消失的武器。想象一下，这门知识的威力。所以他这样用生命去解答答案绝对是值得的。这也显出了，他对知识的热诚。&lt;br /&gt;　　知识是世界上最重要的资产。这些资产如果都没有人去理解，根本就不会有现在的２１世纪。生活在３００多年前的他，提出了牛顿运动定律。上高中理科班的朋友们一定不会陌生。几百年前的知识，今天被编入课本里，让很多同学都团团转。古人的威力，ｈｅｈｅｈｅ，恐怖吧！我们常问，为什么要学？知识有种魅力，不断地吸引你去揭开它，了解他，运用它。这就是人类好奇心的来源。如果你发现你对知识一点兴趣都没有，代表说你不是人啦！&lt;br /&gt;　　这些知识，得来不易，不是说揭开就揭开，了解就了解，需要很多很长的思考发现才可以摸清他。不然霍金为什么为了这个宇宙问题烦了２０几年，人类为了这个问题烦了几千年？事实上，这些知识虽然我们可能没那么厉害在这个年龄去想到那么的深，不过在学校学习的时候，就可以好好地运用脑袋去想了。例如说数学题。老师在黑板上才写了几题容易到不得了的题目，同学们就开始喊不明白不会了。但其实这些问题，只要动动脑筋，老是不教也想得出解答方式。同学们上课时遇到最有问题的课题时，却是我最没问题的时候，ｈｅｈｅ。他们太依赖老师和补习了，搞到连脑筋都不用动就可以有答案了。跟着老师上课时给的作答方式，但却没有去再进一步思考里面的成分，跟抄后面答案有什么分别？近两根老师的方式不一样，用自己的来作答。因为数学是死的，答案也是死的，问题确是活的！不能说老师给的方式被起来就可以回答说有问题了，等到在考试时候遇到从来没遇过的问题，我才看你怎么死。永远要问自己，为什么，为什么不可以？&lt;br /&gt;　　下次问老师可以，问他知识就好了，不要脸思考的方式也问老师，自己没有脑ｍｅｈ？　&lt;br /&gt;Ａｆｔｅｒ　ｒｅａｄｉｎｇ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｏｎｅ，　ｐｅｒｈａｐｓ　ｙｏｕ　ｗｉｌｌ　ｃａｌｌ　ｍｅ　ａ　ｇｅｅｋ，ｄｏｎ＇ｔ,　ｃａｕｓｅ　Ｉ　ｗｉｌｌ　ｃａｌｌ　ｙｏｕ　ＤＵＭＢ　ＡＳＳ！　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-6565221423971598594</id><published>2009-07-05T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T04:23:32.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>未来</title><content type='html'>未来，很想很异想天开，也 好幼稚。不过，在怎么幼稚，每个人都有不确定的未来。我的未来，是我历史上最大的问号，也是最想被弄清楚的答案。不如，我就把我脑力能想象到的未来写出来。这个为来故事，由我不能确定将会发生什么事开始。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  突然，屋子外有加很大很大的大型卡车，以很高的速度朝这里开进来。我在电脑前看着电影，每注意到，结果被撞，死了。故事结束。好像似的太早，换一换情节，这一次让我活久一点。我被卡车撞倒，没死，但是昏迷不醒，进了医院。抢救，命救回了，但是脸却救不会，永远变丑八怪。从新回到学校上课，每人看的起我，自备不爽。由于我人不太蠢，所以动了动脑筋，想办法报复。学校总共有109位同学和所有老师被我弄得很惨。然后，我就被警察抓了起来。erm，好像有点离谱。改一改故事，我被救回，身体完好，五官齐全。但是离开学校太久，学业没跟上，也便的懒惰了，中五毕业，每机会上其他大学，只接进社会大学。出来工作，当个洗碗的，一直洗，洗了5~6年。某天，一个女子，很漂亮，很优秀。一见钟情。找机会聊天，认识她，接近她。最后表白。被拒绝了。女生讲了一句很经典的话：你算什么东西啊？也不过是个洗碗的。听了超不爽，从新报考spm，考获10个A1，拿到成绩时，说了一句话：什么吗？化学力学生物学高级数学，怎么拿么容易。申请奖学金，进了一间大学，就读土木工程，读完了，拿了个硕士，帮老爸打理公司（其实没必要去洗碗，老爸开建筑公司，只是赌气叛逆，hehe)。过了5年，经济风暴，死了很多人，很多都去玩自杀。好还，钱又赚够，没受很大的影响。一天走在路上，相去买报纸，就被一个疯子从后面插了一刀，然后在前面插了很多刀，就这样死了。&lt;br /&gt;  故事结束。死得很突然。疯子结局是什么不重要，因为主角死了。这种突然叫无常。谁也不会想到，在买报纸的路上被疯子杀。也没有人愿意以这样的结局结束生命。死了就死了啊，不服气能怎样？做鬼来报仇吗？别傻了。&lt;br /&gt;  好好想想，接着的生活要怎么过。无常无常...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-6565221423971598594?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-3853414296078806733</id><published>2009-07-03T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T02:50:12.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>家长日</title><content type='html'>（先声明，一下会有一些粗鲁的字眼）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，心情沉重，家长日到了（帮其他人说的）。早上七早八早，就让父亲先送我到学校去。父亲迟一点再过来拿成绩册。进到班里去，看见几位女生在白板黑板上写字。先不管，拿出随身听和书，跟朋友一起分享。大概有了十分钟，抬起头一看，黑白板上的字写好了。还写的蛮长的，原来是两段长长的烂借口（用英文写的，所以忘记了）。只记得有什么：pressure makes nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;  什么嘛！简直就是给自己写的烂借口。这些写在黑白板上的字，其实就是自我原谅的一种。考试成绩不好，正确点说应该是烂，怎么可以原谅自己？若是烂，就更加要责怪自己，改进。还有一句是什么：I will be rich, don't worry。咳，如果读书知识要变个有钱人的话，哪书读来干嘛？直接去外面打工学做生意好了，来学校干吗？脑子有问题啊？朋友，你走错地方了啦！巴刹才是你应该去的。&lt;br /&gt;  现在的学生就是这样，1000各里面，才有几位是真的知道读书的真正意义。就连老师，几万个里面，才有几个肯真正去回答学生的问题。考试成绩烂，原因还不是自己没去念书，自己没有脑去想（这种人比没脑的人更笨）。粗心不是借口，因为就算你再粗心，成绩也不会烂，会就是会，不会就是蠢。&lt;br /&gt;  还有，不要说读书压力大。要说压力，父母亲的压力才算是压力。也不要说什么压力是没用的。压力可以让一个人成长，成熟。不肯面对压力的人，绝对绝对不能成大器。压力对于学生来说，其实是一种燃料。但是这种燃料也分很多种。压力从家长老师们来的，是最差的燃料。压力从自我要求来的，是最好的。自我要求是非常非常的高的话，成绩肯定突飞猛进。但是如果只是求个及格，干脆书也不读，休学罢！很多老师都说，下次考试，不及格的加油让成绩及格，拿C得让成绩变B，拿B得让成绩变A。 我不认同这种说法。老师应该说，下次考试说有人都要拿100分。残忍的老师也可以说，下次考试，及格分数是90。不及格的要留级。刺激一下学生们。还有，学校也可以把分数等级的名字改一改，不及格的不要用D和E，用蠢到死。C的写有够笨的，B的写烂到臭，80分的写差，90分的写A。而且要这些成绩放到网络上去，让全世界人都知道，谁那A，谁蠢到死。&lt;br /&gt;  好心啦，成绩烂的话就承认自己蠢啦，给那些烂借口干嘛！恭喜成绩优等的学生，再接再厉！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-3853414296078806733?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/3853414296078806733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=3853414296078806733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>在课室，尤其是科学界的时候，我成了老师最头痛的学生之一。科学，是一种很大很广的学问。而且，他不能像数学一样，用想就明白的，这个事要通过研究才能知道。还好，以前的人好奇心重，已经帮我们研究了，现在只要读课本就可以了。但是，课本写得不够完整，这也不能完完全全怪他们。要是课本完整的话，学校的学生一定败在课本前。我要明白的东西很多，所以就问老师啦！只是，老师嫌我烦，干脆就不理睬我（T_T)。就连同学也嫌我烦。(^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要笑我问的问题笨，&lt;br /&gt;  只有笨问题的答案，才是最基本的。&lt;br /&gt;不要嫌我问的问题多，&lt;br /&gt;  只有更多的问题能让人知道更多。&lt;br /&gt;不要嫌我问的问题难，&lt;br /&gt;  只有难问题的答案，才能了解深入。&lt;br /&gt;我要笑你问的问题少，&lt;br /&gt;也要笑你问的问题聪明，&lt;br /&gt;更要笑你问的问题简单，&lt;br /&gt;  因为最后，你并不了解你的问题的答案。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-9120892674716197786?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/9120892674716197786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=9120892674716197786' title='0 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type='text'>这种巡查员...</title><content type='html'>前阵子，学校又开始让学生报名当巡查员了。结果，很让我失望的，朋友之中，竟然会有人去当巡查员。给的借口是什么，要上大学比较容易。思想，也未免太天真了吧？要上大学，最实际的方法，不是读书和参与校外内的各种活动吗？多管闲事就想上大学？太天真了。要上大学的话，书就读多一点，课外活动时不要翘课，活跃一点。&lt;br /&gt;    不得承认，我这人比较难服从别人，如果是上头的话，我没有第二句话，绝对服从。但是，巡查员来指使我？他们算老几？所以我特别不喜欢巡查员，甚至反感。加上，巡查员也不看看自己的品德，那幅的德行想当巡查员？三字经比任何人都厉害，中指比地那么挺直，品德也真是好得不得了啊！巡查员公认的特征：鸡婆。特别多管闲事。我干啥，管你啥事？想回到自己的班上去休息都不可以。而且，特别没礼貌。老师在课室，要进来，门敲了就走进来，根本没把老师放在眼里。老师又说可以进来吗，一点尊重都没有？还有，如果要搜身，当然可以啦，可是请你们得到我们的允许在搜。不要二话不说就乱乱摸。&lt;br /&gt;  话说，有一个巡查员，今年才出一哦。但是，那幅德行，就已经不得了了。一位说话大声就可以了。就算是声音响得像狮子我都不怕！下课在走廊行走时，问我要到哪里去。回答不回答这个问题，当然是我的权利了，而我选择了不回答他。岂有此理，他竟然直接对我大小声，还好我当作耳边风，不然他又会被我骂惨了。有另外一次霞客，同一个巡查员。因为带着食物，所以不能离开食堂范围。但是就想逗逗巡查员，就跟我朋友，兵分两路，看能不能留出食堂。就过他发现了我们，跑过来阻止我。那好啊，我就乖乖，站着，吃我的食物。他竟然还不满意，在那里大小声叫我进到食堂里去。我当然反驳啦，这次我没那么客气了，直接就把他推开，然后大骂他一顿。他那我没办法，就走掉了。真是的，说话客气些，我一定会给你面子的，相反的，你就等被我臭骂吧！&lt;br /&gt;  巡查员另一个特征：没效率。有一次下课，我跟朋友到食堂去吃东西。正要坐下，那个出名捣蛋的同学，就推他一把。我朋友就很自然的，瞪着他。现场很紧张，冲突要发生了。结果一个巡查员走来，他看着这一切，什么也没做。过了一会，没事发生，那家伙走开了。怒火中烧，我马上找那巡查员理论，大骂他一顿。怎么可以看到这种情况却没有行动？他给我的回答竟是：遇到这种情况，我能做什么？这种回答，这种巡查员...&lt;br /&gt;  巡查员们啊！不要以为你们的制服特别就可以乱乱来。惹错人，撞倒铁板，不要后悔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/%e8%8b%8f%e6%89%93%e7%bb%bf/track/%e5%b0%8f%e6%83%85%e6%ad%8c" title="'苏打绿 - 小情歌' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;苏打绿 - 小情歌&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-4932765498069784764?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-1480291245787711750</id><published>2009-06-07T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:22:02.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;我要变态！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Got people scold me, I say good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Got people spit at me, I let it dries itself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Got people hit me, I just lay down!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He saves energy, I got less problem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-1480291245787711750?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/1480291245787711750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=1480291245787711750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/1480291245787711750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/1480291245787711750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-8234609806420737521</id><published>2009-06-07T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:47:39.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>成长，真的成长</title><content type='html'>最近，我参加了一个类似生活营的活动。问题就是，这个活动，是给较有年纪的人参加的。不好以四，应该说是比适合给成熟的人参加的。但是我也就比较特殊，所以也参加了这个活动。 这个活动呢，跟生活营一样的就是要住在一起，不一样的就是上课的时间非常的长。就像到学校上课的情况一样，但是还要多出几个小时。怎么说呢?还好每上一小时的课，就可以休息十分钟（还不是很严重）。&lt;br /&gt; 这活动为期3夜3天，但是第一天晚上由于爸爸工作，所以就拖到第二天早上才去，miss掉的课也不很多。仔细的情况就不多说了，不然会读到像账簿一样。参加了这活动，脑海里多的想法。因为，这些课，不是普通老师拿这课本，啰里啰唆的。谈到的课题都是一些很值得让我们这群平凡的众生去思考的。例如说生死，因果， 放下一切的虚有，等等等等.... 真的是让我感到矛盾。&lt;br /&gt; 也或许，就是这些课，让我对人生，生后，有了新的体会。在参加活动的期间，脑袋都一直冒出很多问题。这些问题不是因为不明白而冒出来，而是因为明白才冒出来（=_=!!)。 我承认，我是个奇怪的青年，不然我也不会在这年纪去参加这活动。上课后，明白了，就开始在想了。我以后的人生应该怎样，要作出什么样的改变。待人处事的方式，自己看世界的角度，面对问题的方式等等等等，都因为这些课而改变了。下次看世界的时候，或许我不再从高处俯瞰，而是仰望了。&lt;br /&gt;而且有一句话，给我的印象很深，就是"躺在棺材的不是老人，是死人”。听了这句话，哗！我才恍然大悟，谁在棺材里的真的是断气的死人，不是龙钟老态的阿公阿嬷！这时才体会到人生的短暂！趁我还来得及，把自己的坏习惯改掉，做善事，爱众生，才对得起自己。&lt;br /&gt;  看来啊，我是时候要成长了，不能再这样下去了。在我心中，一个理想的成人，在性格，修养方面是很完美的。有爱心，有耐心，有恒心，有善心，有慈悲，有智慧，有理智，有常理，有知识，还有很多很多很多。当然这也成为我的目标，一个成长的目标。难不难，不知道，就是有心要成为这样一个人。因为，我身边有很多例子，性格都不是说很好。说话的语气方式，都是很令人不舒服的。我看过，某某人，身上一大堆洞，东一个西一个。看人的眼神也是要找打架那种，坐也坐得乱七八糟的。这样一个人，要我说cool，好！难！试想想，这样的青年，如果没改进，将来会怎样？（如果觉得我很想再讲你的话，可以面壁思过，也可以破口大骂，反正我没听到，但也希望你骂完后可以从不同的角度好好去想）&lt;br /&gt;  成长吧！可爱的我！（自己也在呕吐）(=_=!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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要当洗厕所的，倒垃圾的，很不容易，而且特别伟大。他们愿意牺牲自己，干别人不愿干的工作。所以下次见到他们，不要说他们低贱，瞧不起他们。当清洁工的，要很有责任感，也要勇敢。每天酱，去洗别人的大便，丢人家的垃圾，你肯吗？叫你干个十年二十年，不敢想了吧？或许你干一个礼拜后，就会把马桶里的大便捡起来丢老板的脸，hehe，臭死了。&lt;br /&gt; 不管要做什么，都要有责任，都不可以懒惰。一间公司，要请一个清洁工，比其他人职位更难。往人群里随便丢十颗石头，打中的九个是大学生。 我不是开玩笑的，不信可以自己做试验，后果自负。肯洗公共厕所的医生，你看过吗？如果有，多看，因为他们很快就要绝种了，现在不看，以后就没机会了。&lt;br /&gt; 我们亲爱的爸爸妈妈们，如果儿子每天在对着电脑玩蠢到死的游戏，赶快把电脑砸烂。不然，他们到了三十岁都还在对着电脑玩蠢到死的游戏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;来！大家一起向洗厕所，倒垃圾的，敬礼！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hｏｒｍａｔ　ｃｕｃｉ　ｔａｎｄａｓ，　ｂｕａｎｇ　ｓａｍｐａｈ　ｐｕｎｙａ，　ＨＯＲＭＡＴ！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-5404093831219591725?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-4082901367027312713</id><published>2009-04-18T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:42:31.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>谢谢</title><content type='html'>那一刻&lt;br /&gt;我开始哭了&lt;br /&gt;拼命的哭&lt;br /&gt;接着&lt;br /&gt;人人都在庆祝&lt;br /&gt;我哭得那一刻&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;摸到的祝福&lt;br /&gt;是祝福&lt;br /&gt;是承受不了的祝福&lt;br /&gt;你送我的祝福&lt;br /&gt;我会收起&lt;br /&gt;完整的收着&lt;br /&gt;打开后&lt;br /&gt;祝福&lt;br /&gt;犹如神话般&lt;br /&gt;被真相&lt;br /&gt;划破&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-4082901367027312713?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-6624582924199853225</id><published>2009-03-17T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:59:51.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>乡愁 余光中</title><content type='html'>小时候&lt;br /&gt;乡愁是一枚小小的邮票&lt;br /&gt;我在这头&lt;br /&gt;母亲在那头&lt;br /&gt;长大后乡愁是一张窄窄的船票&lt;br /&gt;我在这头&lt;br /&gt;新娘在那头&lt;br /&gt;后来呵&lt;br /&gt;乡愁是一方矮矮的坟墓&lt;br /&gt;我在外头&lt;br /&gt;母亲呵在里头&lt;br /&gt;而现在&lt;br /&gt;乡愁是一湾浅浅的海峡&lt;br /&gt;我在这头&lt;br /&gt;大陆在那头&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-6624582924199853225?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-6567393583123351340</id><published>2009-03-15T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:17:38.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>快乐天堂</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;大象长长的鼻子正昂扬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="mr"&gt;全世界都举起了希望&lt;br /&gt;孔雀旋转着碧丽辉煌&lt;br /&gt;没有人能够永远沮丧&lt;br /&gt;河马张开口吞掉了水草&lt;br /&gt;烦恼都装进它的大肚量&lt;br /&gt;老鹰带领着我们飞翔&lt;br /&gt;更高更远更需要梦想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;告诉你一个神秘的地方&lt;br /&gt;一个孩子们的快乐天堂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="mr"&gt;跟人间一样的忙碌扰攘&lt;br /&gt;有哭有笑 当然也会有悲伤&lt;br /&gt;我们拥有同样的阳光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;这首歌，对我来说，很有“故事”。他似乎象征了我的童年。上网下载一些有年纪的歌时，碰见了这首歌，然后就播来听听。感觉就想找到了很久以前写过的记事本，从新翻阅。一边翻阅，一边回忆童年。好久没有听这首歌了，想起来最后一次听好像是5年前的事了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt; 我的童年，就像这首歌一样，是个快乐天堂。每一天下课，都可以和一大班的朋友一起玩。幼稚，但高兴。因为以前的小学（不是那个吸血鬼小学，上厕所都跟老子 要钱），有两次下课。第一次是20分钟，第二次是15分钟。第一次下课，我们都会先吃东西，有时间再玩。第二次下课，你会看到全部的同学都在玩。尤其是我 上四年级那一年，课室被安排在小草场隔壁，我们更是玩得不亦乐乎。还有还有，我以前的音乐课，都是在音乐室里上的。那时候，什么周x伦，蔡x琳都不认识， 只知道上音乐课可以唱歌，唱儿歌。像抓泥鳅，橄榄树，秋蝉（这首歌特别难唱，我也只是哼哼歌词而已），童年...谁是原唱，作词作曲，我都不知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt; 还有，我以前的学校有义卖会的。四年级以上的学生都要在学校做生意，只是赚到的钱要给学校。还有，我们是以现金交易的，不是用kupon的。hehe，我 还把成本抽出来，还给自己和伙伴分了工钱。那一次的义卖，我们玩得非常高兴。东西卖完，把档子收拾一番，就到出去逛了。结果一下子就把工钱华光了（不只是 买吃的，还有玩的）。回到班上就全部堆在一起讨论谁赚的钱较多，就连老师也陪我们制造声音污染，快乐的声音污染。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;  学校也会举行旧报子回收比赛。我很庆幸，因为我班都一直拿到冠军。四年级那一年，冠军还可以参加免费的一日游。结果我们到了首都来玩。学校里还有二十四节令鼓团。到现在我都还记得怎么打。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;  那一年是我最后一年，呆在哪里。之后，我就搬来kl了。要走的最后一天，朋友虽没送我什么，但是有一位同学特别送了我一个卡通sticker，到现在我都还收着。搬到过来新家，才开始伤心。时常都一个人回忆以前的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt; 搬过来吉隆坡后，一切变得好现实。快乐的童年是要一起拥有的，一个人的童年怎么会快乐。在茫茫人群中，同学们都在补习，玩电脑游戏，要怎么拥有童年？什么 义卖会，音乐室，全部都没有，只有补习班，收钱的补习班、讲座会，收钱的讲座会、一日游，收钱的一日游...还有闹到打架的家教学会。我第一次接触到社会 腐败...我们的音乐课，唱的歌，都是那些要死不死的歌，听到旋律就想睡了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;  现在，我已经没有机会再过小学生活了。但至少，我有4年的快乐小学时光。我永远都不会忘记我的母校，士毛月新民华小。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-6567393583123351340?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-4888146545470532502</id><published>2009-03-13T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:51:54.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>从母亲到外遇</title><content type='html'>从母亲到外遇作者：余光中&lt;br /&gt;              “大陆是母亲，台湾是妻子，香港是情人，欧洲是外遇。”我对朋友这么说过。&lt;br /&gt;大陆是母亲，不用多说。烧我成灰，我的汉魂唐魄仍然萦绕着那一片后土。那无穷无尽的故国，四海漂泊的龙族叫她做大陆，壮士登高叫她做九州，英雄落难叫她做 江湖。不但是那片后土，还有那上面正走着的、那下面早歇下的，所有龙族。还有几千年下来还没有演完的历史，和用了几千年似乎要不够用了的文化。我离开她时 才二十一岁呢，再还乡时已六十四了：“掉头一去是风吹黑发／回首再来已雪满白头。”长江断奶之痛，历四十三年。洪水成灾，却没有一滴溅到我唇上。这许多年 来，我所以在诗中狂呼着、低呓着中国，无非是一念耿耿为自己喊魂。不然我真会魂飞魄散，被西潮淘空。&lt;br /&gt;              当你的女友已改名玛丽，你怎能送她一首《菩萨蛮》？&lt;br /&gt;乡情落实于地理与人民，而弥漫于历史与文化，其中有实有虚，有形有神，必须兼容，才能立体。乡情是先天的，自然而然，不像民族主义会起政治的作用。把乡情 等同于民族主义，更在地理、人民、历史、文化之外加上了政府，是一种“四舍五入”的含混观念。朝代来来去去，强加于人的政治不能持久。所以政治使人分裂而 文化使人相亲：我们只听说有文化，却没听说过武化。要动用武力解放这个、统一那个，都不算文化。汤玛斯·曼逃纳粹，在异国对记者说：“凡我在处，即为德 国。”他说的德国当然是指德国的文化，而非纳粹政权。同样地，毕卡索因为反对佛朗哥而拒返西班牙，也不是什么“背叛祖国”。&lt;br /&gt;台湾是妻子，因为我在这岛上从男友变成丈夫再变成父亲，从青涩的讲师变成沧桑的老教授，从投稿的“新秀”变成写序的“前辈”，已经度过了大半个人生。几乎 是半世纪前，我从厦门经香港来到台湾，下跳棋一般连跳了三岛，就以台北为家定居了下来。其间虽然也去了美国五年，香港十年，但此生住得最久的城市仍是台 北，而次久的正是高雄。我的《双城记》不在巴黎、伦敦，而在台北、高雄。&lt;br /&gt;我以台北为家，在城南的厦门街一条小巷子里，“像虫归草间，鱼潜水底”，蛰居了二十多年，喜获了不仅四个女儿，还有廿三本书。及至晚年海外归来，在这高雄 港上、西子湾头一住又是悠悠十三载。厦门街一一三巷是一条幽深而隐秘的窄巷，在其中度过有如壶底的岁月。西子湾恰恰相反，虽与高雄的市声隔了一整座寿山， 却海阔天空，坦然朝西开放。高雄在货柜的吞吐量上号称全世界第三大港，我窗下的浩淼接得通七海的风涛。诗人晚年，有这么一道海峡可供题书，竟比老杜的江峡 还要阔了。&lt;br /&gt;不幸失去了母亲，何幸又遇见了妻子。这情形也不完全是隐喻。在实际生活上，我的慈母生我育我，牵引我三十年才撒手，之后便由我的贤妻来接手了。没有这两位 坚强的女性，怎会有今日的我？在隐喻的层次上，大陆与海岛更是如此。所以在感恩的心情下我写过《断奶》一诗，而以这么三句结束：&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;              断奶的母亲依旧是母亲&lt;br /&gt;              断奶的孩子，我庆幸&lt;br /&gt;              断了嫘祖，还有妈祖&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;海峡虽然壮丽，却像一柄无情的蓝刀，把我的生命剖成两半，无论我写了多少怀乡的诗，也难将伤口缝合。母亲与妻子不断争辩，夹在中间的亦子亦夫最感到伤心。 我究竟要做人子呢还是人夫，真难两全。无论在大陆、香港、南洋或国际，久矣我已被称为“台湾作家”。我当然是台湾作家，也是广义的台湾人，台湾的祸福荣辱 当然都有份。但是我同时也是，而且一早就是，中国人了：华夏的河山、人民、文化、历史都是我与生俱来的“家当”，怎么当都当不掉的，而中国的祸福荣辱也是 我鲜明的“胎记”，怎么消也不能消除。然而今日的台湾，在不少场合，谁要做中国人，简直就负有“原罪”。明明全都是马，却要说白马非马。这矛盾说来话长， 我只有一个天真的希望：“莫为五十年的政治，抛弃五千年的文化。”&lt;br /&gt;香港是情人，因为我和她曾有十二年的缘分，最后虽然分了手，却不是为了争端。初见她时，我才二十一岁，北顾茫茫，是大陆出来的流亡学生，一年后便东渡台 湾。再见她时，我早已中年，成了中文大学的教授，而她，风华绝代，正当惊艳的盛时。我为她写了不少诗，和更多的美文，害得台湾的朋友艳羡之余纷纷西游，要 去当场求证。所以那十一年也是我“后期”创作的盛岁，加上当时学府的同道多为文苑的知己，弟子之中也新秀辈出，蔚然乃成沙田文风。&lt;br /&gt;香港久为国际气派的通都大邑，不但东西对比、左右共存，而且南北交通，城乡兼胜，不愧是一位混血美人。观光客多半目眩于她的闹市繁华，而无视于她的海山美 景。九龙与香港隔水相望，两岸的灯火争妍，已经璀璨耀眼，再加上波光倒映，盛况更翻一倍。至于地势，伸之则为半岛，缩之则为港湾，聚之则为峰峦，撒之则为 洲屿，加上舟楫来去，变化之多，乃使海景奇幻无穷，我看了十年，仍然馋目未餍。&lt;br /&gt;              我一直庆幸能在香港无限好的岁月去沙田任教，庆幸那琅寰福地坐拥海山之美，安静的校园，自由的学风，让我能在文革的嚣乱之外，登上大陆后门口这一座幸免的象牙塔，定定心心写了好几本书。于是我这“台湾作家”竟然留下了“香港时期”。&lt;br /&gt;不过这情人当初也并非一见钟情，甚至有点刁妮子作风。例如她的粤腔九音诘屈，已经难解，有时还爱写简体字来考我，而冒犯了她，更会在左报上对我冷嘲热讽， 所以开头的几年颇吃了她一点苦头。后来认识渐深，发现了她的真性情，终于转而相悦。不但粤语可解，简体字能读，连自己的美式英语也改了口，换成了矜持的不 列颠腔。同时我对英语世界的兴趣也从美国移向英国，香港更成为我去欧洲的跳板，不但因为港人欧游成风，远比台湾人为早，也因为签证在香港更迅捷方便。等到 八○年代初期大陆逐渐开放，内地作家出国交流，也多以香港为首站，因而我会见了朱光潜、巴金、辛笛、柯灵，也开始与流沙河、李元洛通信。&lt;br /&gt;不少人瞧不起香港，认定她只是一块殖民地，又诋之为文化沙漠。一九四○年三月五日，蔡元培逝于香港，五天后举殡，全港下半旗志哀。对一位文化领袖如此致 敬，不记得其他华人城市曾有先例，至少胡适当年去世，台北不曾如此。如此的香港竟能称为文化沙漠吗？至于近年对六四与钓鱼台的抗议，场面之盛，牺牲之烈， 也不像柔驯的殖民地吧。&lt;br /&gt;欧洲开始成为外遇，则在我将老未老、已晡未暮的善感之年。我初践欧土，是从纽约起飞，而由伦敦入境，绕了一个大圈，已经四十八岁了。等到真的步上巴黎的卵 石街头，更已是五十之年，不但心情有点“迟暮”，季节也值春晚，偏偏又是独游。临老而游花都，总不免感觉是辜负了自己，想起李清照所说：“春归秣陵树，人 老建康城。”&lt;br /&gt;              一个人略谙法国艺术有多风流倜傥，眼底的巴黎总比一般观光嬉客所见要丰盈。“以前只是在印象派的画里见过巴黎，幻而似真；等到亲眼见了法国，却疑身在印象派的画里，真而似幻。”我在《巴黎看画记》一文，就以这一句开端。&lt;br /&gt;巴黎不但是花都、艺都，更是欧洲之都。整个欧洲当然早已“迟暮”了，却依然十分“美人”，也许正因迟暮，美艳更教人怜。而且同属迟暮，也因文化不同而有风 格差异。例如伦敦吧，成熟之中仍不失端庄，至于巴黎，则不仅风韵犹存，更透出几分撩人的明艳。&lt;br /&gt;大致说来，北欧的城市比较秀雅，南欧的则比较艳丽；新教的国家清醒中有节制，旧教的国家慵懒中有激情。所以斯德哥尔摩虽有“北方威尼斯”之美名，但是冬长 夏短，寒光斜照，兼以楼塔之类的建筑多以红而带褐的方砖砌成，隔了茫茫烟水，只见灰蒙蒙阴沉沉的一大片，低压在波上。那波涛，也是蓝少黑多，说不上什么浮 光耀金之美。南欧的明媚风情在那样的黑涛上是难以想象的：格拉纳达的中世纪“红堡”（alhambra），那种细柱精雕、引泉入室的回教宫殿，即使再三擦 拭阿拉丁的神灯，也不会赫现在波罗的海岸。&lt;br /&gt;不过话说回来，无论是沉醉醉人，或是清醒醒人，欧洲的传统建筑之美总会令人仰瞻低回，神游中古。且不论西欧南欧了，即使东欧的小国，不管目前如何弱小“落 后”，其传统建筑如城堡、宫殿与教堂之类，比起现代的暴发都市来，仍然一派大家风范，耐看得多。历经两次世界大战，遭受纳粹的浩劫，岁月的沧桑仍无法摧尽 这些迟暮的美人，一任维也纳与布达佩斯在多瑙河边临流照镜，或是战神刀下留情，让布拉格的桥影卧魔涛而横陈。爱伦坡说得好：&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;              你女神的风姿已招我回乡，&lt;br /&gt;              回到希腊不再的光荣&lt;br /&gt;              和罗马已逝的盛况。&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;一切美景若具历史的回响、文化的意义，就不仅令人兴奋，更使人低徊。何况欧洲文化不仅悠久，而且多元，“外遇”的滋味远非美国的单调、浅薄可比。美国再 富，总不好意思在波多马克河边盖一座罗浮宫吧？怪不得王尔德要说：“善心的美国人死后，都去了巴黎。”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-4888146545470532502?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/4888146545470532502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=4888146545470532502' 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type='text'>再别康桥</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 20px;"&gt;轻轻的我走了，正如我轻轻的来；      &lt;br /&gt;     我轻轻的招手，作别西天的云彩。&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     那河畔的金柳，是夕阳中的新娘；&lt;br /&gt;     波光里的艳影，在我的心头荡漾。&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     软泥上的青荇，油油的在水底招摇；&lt;br /&gt;     在康河的柔波里，我甘心做一条水草！&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     那榆荫下的一潭，不是清泉，&lt;br /&gt;     是天上虹揉碎在浮藻间，沉淀着彩虹似的梦。&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     寻梦？撑一支长篙，向青草更青处漫溯，&lt;br /&gt;     满载一船星辉，在星辉斑斓里放歌。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family: 宋体; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 20px;"&gt;但我不能放歌，悄悄是别离的笙箫；&lt;br /&gt;     夏虫也为我沉默，沉默是今晚的康桥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 20px;"&gt;悄悄的我走了，正如我悄悄的来；&lt;br /&gt;     我挥一挥衣袖，不带走一片云彩。&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-287601721486913562</id><published>2009-02-26T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:45:06.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>左右天气</title><content type='html'>你不能决定生命的长度  但你可以控制它的宽度&lt;br /&gt;你不能左右天气  但你可以改变心情&lt;br /&gt;你不能改变容貌  但你可以展现笑容&lt;br /&gt;你不能控制他人  但你可以掌握自己&lt;br /&gt;你不能预知明天  但你可以利用今天&lt;br /&gt;你不能样样胜利  但你可以事事尽力&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  上面的几句话，很有意思。世事无奈，又不如人意，但也没办法... 你不能左右天气，但你可以改变心情。就是这句话，我的人生变得更乐观了。遇到不如意的事，发脾气？生气，又能怎样？省省吧！与其努力控制世界，不如改变自己。大肚能容了却人间多少事 满腔欢喜笑开天下古今愁。看开一点，你的世界会更大。人家骂你，就让他骂吧！人家无理取闹的骂你，也让他骂吧。你笑笑就是了。然后心里想，算了算了，要怎样就怎样，随他去。能办到的人，心情永远都是春天的。反而，看不开的，心情每天都是垃圾场。臭死了，哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;  人家骂你欺负你时，看到你都是笑着，无动于衷的，自然就会觉得没趣，也懒得再欺负你了。人家每次笑我肥，叫我死肥仔时，我都想：就是这样我才可以吞得下气，不会发脾气，不会破口大骂啊！又有时候，人家都讲我的眼睛小，我都想：就是因为这样，我才要用心去看更大的世界啊！有时候，我是觉得，像阿Q这种人，也不错（我是说有时候）。但是就不要太过自我，目中无人。&lt;br /&gt;  世界上什么人都有，就算是所有人都跟你一样，世界也不会和平，还可能会更乱！人家怎么想是他们的事，没有理由你连他们的思想也想控制，那么霸道嘛...总要给人家给予意见及劝告的机会，空间，才能让自己进步。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  不要再脸臭臭，脸黑黑了，看开一点吧！人家垃圾场，就让他自己嗅好了，你可以有春天，为什么不要鸟语花香呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-287601721486913562?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/287601721486913562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=287601721486913562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;但我却看到了&lt;br /&gt;躺卧着的娥眉月&lt;br /&gt;微微的弧度&lt;br /&gt;终结了完美&lt;br /&gt;漂亮的灵窗&lt;br /&gt;眯成线&lt;br /&gt;令人不断往里看&lt;br /&gt;二月的中间里&lt;br /&gt;看见了躺卧着的娥眉月&lt;br /&gt;眯成线的灵窗&lt;br /&gt;从此了解开心&lt;br /&gt;幸福&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为你写的诗...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝大家情人节快乐&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-5243970669052336691?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/5243970669052336691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=5243970669052336691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5243970669052336691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;去年有一次，我在班上跟朋友们赌博，我做庄。正当我输得很惨时，旁观的朋友告诉我，我对面那两位朋友在偷偷换牌。当然，我没有直接让他们穿帮，只是警告而已，过后我就找他们算账。当我揭发他们时，他们竟然耍赖，打死都不认，人证都有了。我非常心痛失望，因为他们两个都是我的好朋友，都是我认为可以当上一辈子朋友的人。我多么希望他们会马上诚恳地认错。我生气，不是因为我的钱被骗，而是他们利用了我对他们的信任。过后，我就不再理会他们了。虽然其中一位又来找我认错，但我直接向他提出绝交...&lt;br /&gt;其实，我早就原谅他们，不再生他们的气了。但是，我并没有和他们做会朋友。他们，我看得出来当时的举动只是一时冲动，脑子里只想赢钱。而且事情之后，我相信他们自己也知道错了，但是，我必须让他们有个教训。不是所有的事情，说声对不起就可以了事的，赎罪有时是没用的（像这部电影《atonement》有机会可以看看）。希望我这样做，能让他们觉悟，就算恨我也没关系。&lt;br /&gt;世界有时就是那么的残酷，免不了会发生非常不幸的事。我虽然没有经历过，但感受过。现在有很多像我这般年纪的，都是温室里的小花（我也算是吧？），从来没经历过心痛的感觉；没经历过世事不如人意；没经历过失去...我个人认为，成长的过程中，难免会遇到这些事，所以现在要有这种心理准备，不然以后很可能会精神崩溃，发神经，进神经病院。&lt;br /&gt;事情发生了，都无法挽回，是有心或无意你都是错的。因为，对和错是看个人的。可能依据法律，你是没错的，但对于去他人，你也不是对的。比如说，你是位警察，在执行任务时，杀了一位罪犯。法律说你是对的，但是罪犯的家人呢？不肯原谅就是不肯原谅，你能怎样？！不爽啊？你的事！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  你的惭悔，就是伤害过的人，最大的补偿...&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/953968923736908381-8318893353000884518?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/8318893353000884518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=8318893353000884518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/8318893353000884518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/8318893353000884518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_08.html' title='抱歉'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-6829247974997659923</id><published>2009-02-03T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T04:44:45.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>心理测验</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;鉴定结果&lt;br /&gt;您的心理年龄44岁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;与您实际年龄差29岁&lt;br /&gt;幼稚度24％&lt;br /&gt;成熟度75％&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;老化度56％&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;在某某网站看到的一个心理测验，心血来潮，就去玩玩。结果出来，竟然... 我有那么老吗？中学都还没毕业，心理年龄竟然根中年人一样...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;算了，算了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-6829247974997659923?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/6829247974997659923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=6829247974997659923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/6829247974997659923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/6829247974997659923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_03.html' title='心理测验'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-5406141758702846713</id><published>2009-02-03T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:34:38.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>电影和歌曲推荐</title><content type='html'>虽然有少少过时了，但是还是像推荐给没有看的人。（看我多么好心，不让你们走宝lea。。。）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SYh19OGxJAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/olp9AuFv16A/s1600-h/cape+no+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SYh19OGxJAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/olp9AuFv16A/s320/cape+no+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298614656220341250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;海角七号&lt;br /&gt;虽然我到现在还看不明白，但是却总让我感觉到他很有意思，只是一直看不明白而已。（或许你看得明白，可以跟我分享以下）&lt;br /&gt;值得一提的是这部片子里的一些歌曲，我个人最喜欢的就是得到了的45届金马奖原创电影歌曲奖的国境之南，实在是好听。不像那些振破耳膜，唱到像鬼叫的歌，声音污染，（如果你喜欢哪一类型的歌，那真是太可悲了）。还有还有，片里的女主角田中千绘好美哦！真的是美到~~让范逸臣赚到了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢那种整部戏都让人处于狂笑的状态里，恐怕要让你们失望了。电影里的幽默是一部电影成功的重要因素，但是太多的狂笑，看到了最后，才发觉除了笑还是笑，多没意思。整部电影都被狂笑盖过了，完全都没有留下让人思索和琢磨的幻想空间，哪里会好看。就像《Meet The Spartans》一样，根本就是蠢。以前，我很喜欢看爸爸所谓的傻戏，但是最近对这些戏感到一丝丝的反感，可能脑子已步入另一个思想阶层了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要看电影，不要只看让人狂笑的，也要看让人微微笑的。它可能会掀起你一番琢磨，感受全新的体会。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;我对赌的历史，懂的不是很多（读的书少，头脑笨），但是唯一懂得就是，赌从来都不是什么好东东。但是，从我还不懂事时，我就已经有在新年赌博的习惯了，而且还赌到很晚的。但是就从来没有赢过，每次钱包都会出血。经过了多年的训练，我算是老手了，庄家是看不出我拿到的牌是好是坏的，hehe。只是依然没有赢过，雕虫小技使敌不过运气坏的宿命的，呜呜呜呜。&lt;br /&gt;在赌博时，每一个人都只想着要赢钱，都希望庄家、对手会拿到烂牌。庄家赔越多越好，赢的钱越多越好。这是我反省后，所得到的想法。当时每个人的心，都在诅咒，每个人都顿时变得邪恶了,怕怕...没有多少个青年在赌博时真真看得开，把输赢拉平的。 赌博时，人的心跳会加速，血压会上升，产生一种刺激的感觉。这种感觉一旦上瘾了，跟白粉一样很难戒掉（趁我脑子还清醒时，快快借调）。&lt;br /&gt;我的身边就有些例子。他们已是成年了，但是脑子依然还不清醒，终日沉迷于赌博。搞到家破人亡，高利贷来找父母。我听到都心酸（虽然我还小，但是对和错我还分得清），他老人家肯定很心痛。谁会希望自己的孩子是个赌徒？自己的血汗钱，要拿来替孩子还债，而且还从蹈覆辙，心肯定痛死了，真是同情他老人家。&lt;br /&gt; 大赌小赌，都不要赌。赌博的威力真得很大，小小不懂事赌博，大了就会变赌鬼。麦呼爸母烦恼（福建华）！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-5505928488509715595?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/5505928488509715595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-1847711730194372866</id><published>2009-01-22T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:32:51.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>寂寞的墙上</title><content type='html'>&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;寂寞的墙上&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;长满了一块一块&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;青色的国度&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;给寂寞的墙&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上了难看的青&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;绝望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;国度不会消失&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只会慢慢占领&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;完全吞没&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;完全寂寞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;寂寞的角落&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;住满了一层一层&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;粉状的居民&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;给寂寞的角落&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;带来更多的死&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;绝望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;居民不会搬走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只会慢慢沉淀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;完全覆盖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;完全寂寞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;新年快要到了，特地放一首诗来迎接新年。慢慢读...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-1847711730194372866?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/1847711730194372866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=1847711730194372866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/1847711730194372866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>我终于正式的上了华语课。学校里的华语课很珍贵的，一个星期里才三节，那里够。在学校里，就只有华语课才可以让我感觉到轻松自在，只有在华语课，我可以毫无约束的用华语来说话。上华语节时仿佛回到了所有华人的家里。咳...上到来中学后，才开始珍惜华语，以前在小学时，总是埋怨华语节太多了。整天对着那位老师，看到都显。现在上华语节，最最最最最~讨厌的就是老师没来，哈。&lt;br /&gt;上了中学两年多了，如果要说上课不闷肯定是假的，除了上华语节。在学校里的课，每一位老师进到来教室里就教书，不然就做在座位无所事事，不闷都假啦。就算是那位老师很有幽默感，但我总觉得少了点什么的。到了今天才发现，原来华语节时，老师会像小学时候一样，翻开课本教书。然后谈谈里面的内容，让几位超幸运的同学出来分享。这是其他课堂里绝对找不到的。在学校里，如果有人说：“我在国语节，英文节，历史地理节里得到了很大的启发。”，那个人100%是在说谎。&lt;br /&gt;昨天，我们上课时，老师要我们翻开课本，阅读《火种》这一课。不像其他老师，阅读过后会马上又翻到后面的练习。他之后还讲了很多很多关于到着《火种》的事。她讲到了启发、聆听、伯乐这些很有意思的东西。 我们还谈到了我读过的第一本小说《乞丐团子》（没读过的一定要读，读过的一定要再读）。整堂课都离不开启发这个大主题。&lt;br /&gt;人要成功，就一定要迈开最重要的第一步。但是那短短的距离，似乎是那么的长远，似乎隐藏着许许多多的埋伏。所以很多怕受伤的人都害怕迈开得脚步会不够大而迟迟不敢踏出第一步。所以，他们需要知道脚步不管多小多大，都是第一步。危险都只在你两只脚之间的距离。能让他们知道的就是启发，火种。而这些启发，火种，到处都是。它可以是人，一本书，它可以是任何东西。也因此，我们也要学会观察，还有珍惜每一个人，每一个故事。因为你永远不知道，在你闭上眼睛的那一刻，你的启发就可能从你眼前闪过。&lt;br /&gt;一些人，他们可以自己是火种，可以自我发掘，自我燃烧。当你知道你是这样的人时，还不快点去启发其他人！成功不要留给自己，要大家一起才会爽的。（还有...酱你才显得特别伟大jkjk）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;上面我写的的不重要下面的一定要读&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xuehaiblog.com/viewthread.php?tid=51234&amp;amp;extra=page%3D4"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;《乞丐团子》&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;慢慢读&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-8616146245255859601?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/8616146245255859601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=8616146245255859601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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will be saying bye bye to year 2008, and hello to 2009.  wuwuwuw..... Year 2008 please don't go, I will miss you very much, please I beg you. Haiz, I know this is impossible but I just don't want to become older so fast. Time was flying too fast, in a blink of eye, I m so old already.  Year 2008 was a wonderfull year, I had many many fun first experience. Aiya can't get  it in time. Never mind, happy new year to everyone. I hope that everyone can have their dreams come true no matter what your dreams are. And my hope is no more banana this year! I know its impossible, but everyone has dreams. Once again happy new year to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-3492316227258836634?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/3492316227258836634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=3492316227258836634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/3492316227258836634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/3492316227258836634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year'/><author><name>classified 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/&gt;第一天晚上上完课后，大家都陆陆续续去洗澡了，只有我没洗（懒惰而且麻烦）。到了大概1点多时，我就和其他的勤务人员一起泡咖啡来喝（佛堂开班的特点就是能吃多少就吃多少，咖啡美禄要喝多少就喝多少，想几时喝就几时喝）。我们喝了过后，当然就不用睡觉啦。就一直聊一直聊到4点多，我们才洗澡。然后就开始工作了。同学们都被我们叫醒，然后我们就收床垫，扫地抹地，拍桌子，那时候才5点多。我们还以为我们干得很好，但是之后，国豪哥哥就将我们起身得太早，太早干活了，起身时间是6点，我们5点多就全部做好了，人家都不够睡（对不起！）。&lt;br /&gt;接下来的几天就是酱，有时间的时候就坐着听高点传师（我们称他为经理）讲课。话说回来，我之所以会做勤务就是去年参过班了，今年就到我们服务大家，也好学习学习。我们很可怜的，连班员们早操，我因为有事情，都没去。玩游戏时，我和高经理的太太，尹坛主两个在洗班员来不及洗干净的碗。只有早香午香和晚香是和班员们一起的。&lt;br /&gt;我自己也不知为什么，在佛堂里心就很平静，不会骂人什么的。做勤务也干得很爽快，完全不回不甘愿，跟在家里完全不同。听起来很神奇对吗？这就是佛堂得厉害！我也发现，刚来到时，一些比较顽皮的同学们，到了最后一天时，个个都变成了小乖乖，讲话的语气也不一样。想对一贯道有更多地了解的话，可以留言并留下msn或email，或者是直到我msn的在msn里跟我讲。放心，您如果来参班的话，没有理由让你当勤务的，你只需要坐在那边听课就好了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-549449513114313607?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/549449513114313607/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-2469492413745924312</id><published>2008-12-24T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T04:25:56.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>怡保青少年班体验营</title><content type='html'>明天中午，我就要离开我的家，到怡保去了。我参加了怡保青年班体验营。去年也有参加，不过是在金马伦高原。去年的节目有很多都是坐在佛堂里上课，但是，营员也有机会到草莓园 ，蜜蜂场去玩。而且，在那里呆了三天，也吃了三天素，同时也三天没杀生。今年的节目，我一点头绪都没有，只有满满的期待，希望也会很好玩。真得谢谢这个体验营，不然拜六就要去参加少年军的活动，谢谢！以后，有机会，你们有缘有兴趣，可以来找我，我们一起参加！很好玩的，去了不会后悔。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-2469492413745924312?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/2469492413745924312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-2877139188104175143</id><published>2008-12-23T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T04:07:56.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blek</title><content type='html'>这一次去台湾，我看到了很多东西。看到最为重要的就是爸爸同事管教孩子的方法，和结果。发现，他们都太心软了，太宠他们的孩子了。结果他们的孩子，都很不听话，很不尊重父母（不是全部）。他们的言行举止，都是那么的顽皮，放肆的。xxx1号（名字不好酱，就用xxx来代表），每到一个地方，就缠着他老爸老妈，一直要他们买玩具给他。每一个地方都要，不买不行，就连到了佛光山也在闹，一点都不尊重佛教圣地。还有的就是很不听话，被他老爸讲了两句，就把舌头吐了出来，然后跑到他老妈那里去。另一个也是酱，搬行李时不帮忙就算了，由于天气冷，还叫他老妈别死在这里，放肆！惊奇的是，他们的父母竟然可以忍受他们的行为！如果是我，哼，早就被我修理得不敢出声了。我妹妹也是常被我修理，我实在忍受不了对兄长父母放肆的行为。但是，我要强调，我是&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;没有&lt;/span&gt;暴力倾向的，&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;绝对没有&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;现在的孩子，身上镶了金，可能他们就是金做的，一点都不能受委屈。从小开始，就是用错误的爱的教育，以为不打不骂，就是爱他们的行为了。但是，孩子小时候，是张白纸，电视，幼稚园里的朋友，外面的花花世界都会给这张白纸上色，所以正确的使用藤条，正确的骂他们，就是涂改液。&lt;br /&gt;玩具是陪伴着孩子们长大的东西，但是，不是乱买玩具给他们就是疼爱她们。他们说要这个就买这个，要那个就买哪个，这样子会很严重很严重的宠坏他们，还有小心皮包大出血。看上面的例子就知道了，爱玩玩具的孩子有多烦人。还有，当孩子的行为不对时，一定要马上纠正过来，不可以不管。不然他以后的言行举止会很令人讨厌。说不听，就用硬的，硬的不能，就让他们尝尝皮裂开的感觉，当然不是叫你随随便便，一不听话就让他皮裂。&lt;br /&gt; 孩子在学到不好的东西时候，都不知道这样不对，身为父母的就应该让他们知道不对，不时看到当没看到一样。买玩具时，不是说看到就买，也不是说完全不买，是该有计划性的买。抢呀刀呀，这些最好不买，不然以后会后悔的。譬如说1两岁的时候，买一些会发出音乐的玩具，这样引起他们的注意；2~3岁的时候，买积木给他们，让他们发挥想象力及创造力，这样可以造就天才；5~6岁的时候，不要再买玩具了，买一些书给他们看，这些书里面要有有趣颜色鲜艳的插图，来引起他们对书的兴趣，不然以后他们不读书边废柴的时候，都不懂为什么。 在他们成长的过程中绝对要让他们清楚地知道什么是对的错的，一定要教他们分辨是非，培养他们的理智。绝对绝对不可以宠坏他们，当他们blek向你吐舌头的时候，才知道痛。&lt;br /&gt; 咳，我爸爸同事们的孩子，很好运，因为他们的爸爸不是我爸爸，不然肯定被修理得妈妈都认不出。这不是暴力，这是爱~  打是疼，骂是爱~呀！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-2877139188104175143?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-2425095843178454423</id><published>2008-12-22T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T05:51:47.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>台湾7天6夜之旅（其实只有5天是玩的，来回就浪费了两天）</title><content type='html'>嗨！我已经回来了。从那里回来后，得到最大的感想就是：那里的饭很好吃。黏黏的，大大粒的。除了饭之外，其他的才对我来说多数是不及格的，hehe，可能是我的要求太高了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一天&lt;br /&gt;中午上了A330飞机，每个座位都有小小的荧幕，爽！还有，神木与瞳也乘同一班飞机回台湾，只是他们坐在头等舱，我只是eeconomeee class而已。（没办法，穷就是穷）。抵达台北时，已经是七点多了，所以第一天，哪里都不去，只是呆在酒店看戏而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二天&lt;br /&gt;参观的第一个景点是台湾民主纪念馆。里面的地方很大，还有一个很大的蒋正中的肖像。 除了那个之外，都没有什么有趣的了（那个肖像也不是很有趣）。接下来的节目也很闷。直到了晚上，才去了著名的逢甲夜市。夜市的范围很大，店面及档口很多，当然人也多，只是可以走动的范围小得可怜。人挤人，走不动，这就是台湾的pasar malam。台湾的夜市场，里面卖的东东，全部都很贵，跟这里的超级购物中心里的东东一样贵。KNS,没办法，只好走马看花，再怎么喜欢都不敢买。（结果会到来大马时，发现剩下的台币还有很多）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第三天&lt;br /&gt;八点多我们就开车到日月潭了。日月潭在台湾比较南下的一带，高雄里。日月潭是一个很大的淡水湖，位于高山上，当地政府还利用它来水力发电。至于他的名字的由来，我不太清楚，不好意思。过后，嗨，我就知道。导游带我们到当地原著民管理的店去买灵芝。每一次都是酱的，去中国也是。天下导游都一样，都想赚佣金。哇，原著民的王妃，在那里一直讲，灵芝好，灵芝棒，灵芝顶呱呱。不过，有趣的是，他们讲的话，跟马来文满相似的，马来人很有可能是从台湾那里来的（然后现在变成着副模样，嗨，可怜可怜）。之后，我们还参观了九族文化村。那里根主题乐园差不多一样，只是那里玩的比较少，讲文化，看跳舞的一大堆。到了晚上，我们就到&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;爱河&lt;/span&gt;去乘船。爱河没什么特别啦，不过，那里头很多情侣在亲热。跟我们来的马来朋友，看到了一对情侣在那里亲亲嘴，还死命乱叫，叫我们看，kns没有看过meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第四天&lt;br /&gt;吃完了早餐，就到了佛光山。吾已久闻佛光山之名，如今如此福气，可登山一游，欢喜无比。看名字就知道佛光山是佛教的圣地，上到去当然是拜佛啦。跟我们一起的长辈，有些比较老了爬不上山，得坐小车上去，像我酱的就只能爬上去了。上面有座很大的金佛像，四周还有480至金佛围绕着，很壮观。&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SVIzaqxFgOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/G65oislkEyI/s1600-h/DSC06043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SVIzaqxFgOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/G65oislkEyI/s320/DSC06043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283341846108799202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;我跟老爸拿了相机，一直拍一直拍，等下post上来给你们看。之后，我们又继续爬了。上到去大殿，里面有三尊大佛像，其他有几万只小佛像。那三尊佛像中为娑婆世界教主释迦牟尼佛，右为西方极乐世界教主阿弥陀佛，左为东方琉璃世界教主药师佛。佛祖们的眼神，看上去，都让我感到无比的慈悲，阿米驼佛。&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SVI0cLRIGKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TANWYlz8cGg/s1600-h/DSC06069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SVI0cLRIGKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TANWYlz8cGg/s320/DSC06069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283342971524618402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;大概5~6点的时候，我们就到了大坑休闲农场。那里很kampung的，连张站着的床都没有，直接把床垫放在地下就了事。才进到去里面，就有几只猪在走动。跟我们一团的马来人看到都傻了眼，我看到他们看到的样子，忍不住笑了出来，还好他们没看到。等我们安顿好后，那里工作的人，就带我们上山去走吊桥。到我过的时候，我就死命的摇晃吊桥，还前面后面的人怕到站不稳。登完了山，是时候浸山泉了！我傻傻的，看到水池就跳进去，结果，当然是热得不得了啦。玩闷了，就坐滑梯，滑到下面的水池。·￥·￥%#……—%%*—￥……%￥—%，冷到要命。哈哈，跟我一起滑下来的女生也是一样，一碰倒水，就呱呱叫（事情不是你们想象的那样）。玩够了，就去冲个凉，准备吃晚饭。大概7~8点的时候。大家都出来桩mua ji， 好好玩哦。我们还顺便庆祝了我爸爸和他两位朋友的生日，15，17，19号。当晚，我们都玩得很high，很高兴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第五天&lt;br /&gt;小朋友们期待已久的日子已到，我们今天要去六福村主题乐园。我们在那里呆了大概4个半钟头，所有的游戏都玩了，只有一个我没有玩。不是不敢，是我坐那个旋转的大型啤酒杯，转到我晕了。在玩下去一定会呕的，还是收手，静一静。晚了过后，就与大队暂时说拜拜，因为我住在新竹的亲戚来带我们去玩。他是不吃荤的，但是却不介意我们这些吃荤的同桌，还请我们吃客家菜。大概8点多时，飞快的送我们到车站去乘台湾高铁回台北。8。59买车票，9。04分上高铁，赶到我满头大汗。嗨，今日与君相见，试问何日再相聚。9。36我们就到了台北。 时间都跟车票上写的一样，讲几点到就几点到，赞！接着就坐小黄（taxi）回酒店。老爸跟司机小聊后，才知道，他们的汽车燃料非常贵，如果大马人移民去台湾第一个投诉的事就是汽油太贵，每公升大约2块多马币快接近3块马币了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第六天&lt;br /&gt;这趟旅程已经接近尾声了，从我起身的那一刻起，就开始好好珍惜接下来的每一分每一秒。我们参观貔貅展示馆。进到去，当然到处都有貔貅，红的，绿的，黑的，白的，五颜六色的，大只的，小只的，中等的... 听了他一大堆解释后，就开始为大家算命。因为貔貅，不可以乱乱请，要算了名，看需要什么颜色才可以请。他每一位都算，算到我的命中，缺水，说我缺少耐心，吝啬，等等。就是没有说我缺少财因为水也代表着财，我看它是不敢讲。看来，我被注定要做穷光蛋了。不过，管他讲什么，我都不会去信的啦，要衰就给它衰咯，反正我都衰惯了。上巴士时，大部分的人手中都是空空的，因为以前去大陆的时候被骗到够了，谁还会去买酱多？可怜的导游，遇到我们这一团，赚到的佣金少了很多。台湾的故宫博物馆里，摆放了许多象征着中国台湾人类文明发展的古物。我在里面逗留了近1个半钟，看近上百间的古物。但是学到的学问太少了，因为里面要学的东西太多了，我想都不敢想，等下脑子爆了就惨了。接着参观的是全世界都知道的台北101大楼。从第一层到第五层楼是免费参观，再上去就要付台币450，kns不是说全包了的meh? 结果，没有人肯付钱上去，全部都在下面购物。世界各地的名牌，都可以在里面找到。LV，Prada, Gucci, 都可以在里面找到。还有我最想要的Vertu手提电话也有卖！爽！但是我都不敢看，因为看到价钱，眼睛都会跌下来，不信你自己去查看看vertu电话要多少钱。老妈也不放过机会去看他最喜欢的LV，只是也空手而回，看就好了，买的话，真得太贵了。跟大马比起来，101好多了，什么名牌都有，大马的只有几个而已。眼睛看到痛到不能痛后，就走出来了，上车去五分埔成衣批发中心买衣服。kns,又讲批发的便宜，也不是一样贵！里面逗了1个小时，才买了几件衣服。然后，我们到了士林夜市去找吃的。咳，一样是人挤人，sien。随便医了肚子，又去买衣服了。@#$@$@%@%^$#$@%@,真的是离谱，摊子没看见，人就一大堆，走路都难。台湾人为什么酱喜欢挤来挤去的，夜市很好玩吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第七天&lt;br /&gt;这是最后一天了。早上我们4点就起床准备了。因为我们是乘早上8.20的航班回大马。呜呜呜，今天，我们终于要离开台湾了，心情难免会依依不舍。咳，以后如果我赚了大钱，又忘记了台湾卖的东西有多贵，可能我会希望再去台湾玩。可爱又可恶的台湾，再见了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-2425095843178454423?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/2425095843178454423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SVIzaqxFgOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/G65oislkEyI/s72-c/DSC06043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-2767041492079420393</id><published>2008-12-15T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:00:14.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare for the fun.</title><content type='html'>A few more hours from now, hehe, I am  going off to the airport.  This year I will go Taiwan, muahahaha! Since the past 3 years,  I had been visiting China, finally I can go somewhere else, though Taiwan still has a close connection to China. This year I had less anticipation about this trip. Going oversea for vacation seems to be my yearly routine, but the interest in me never fade, not even a little. If the weather is good after I come back from Taiwan, maybe I will write about my trip.  Stucked in this country for the whole year, finally I can get to somewhere else, just kidding, just kidding. I love my country, really, I think I love my country, don't doubt me about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I know that some of you are envy of me, so I hope that you are as lucky as me. Have a nice trip! (^_^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-2767041492079420393?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/2767041492079420393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=2767041492079420393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/2767041492079420393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/2767041492079420393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2008/12/prepare-for-fun.html' title='Prepare for the fun.'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-4173172537361790984</id><published>2008-12-10T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T05:13:28.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/ST-AMa9IGwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FoY2EMj9kfo/s1600-h/sony.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/ST-AMa9IGwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FoY2EMj9kfo/s400/sony.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278078239184001794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my precious, my precious, its mine! At last, I can have a walkman. It feels so good. Its 4GB. With a 2" screen. Though it does not has noise canceling earphone, but its good enough for me. Haha! I got a sony walkman. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Muahahahaha&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahahahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;hahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-4173172537361790984?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/4173172537361790984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=4173172537361790984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/4173172537361790984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/4173172537361790984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-my-precious-my-precious-its.html' title=''/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/ST-AMa9IGwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FoY2EMj9kfo/s72-c/sony.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-7970544767792615905</id><published>2008-12-08T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:17:42.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>失去．．．拥有</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;失去，竟然可以比擁有輕鬆(你我都应该学会的智慧)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;有個七十歲的日本老先生，拿了一幅祖傳的珍貴名畫上節目，要求「開運鑑定團」的專家鑑定，&lt;br /&gt;他說，他的父親說這是名家所價值數百萬元的寶物，他總是戰戰兢兢的保護著，由於自己不懂藝術，因而想請專家鑑定畫的價值。&lt;br /&gt;結果揭曉，專家認為它是膺品，連一萬日圓都不值，主持人問老先生：你一定很難過吧？&lt;br /&gt;來自鄉下的老先生，臉上的線條卻在短短時間內變得無比柔軟，憨厚微笑道：&lt;br /&gt;「啊！這樣也好。不會有人來偷，我可以安心的把它掛在客廳裡了。」&lt;br /&gt;老先生的自我解嘲讓我感概：失去，竟然可以比擁有輕鬆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;據說，有一個富翁，為了教每天精神不振的孩子知福惜福，讓他到當地最貧窮的村落住了一個月。&lt;br /&gt;一個月後，孩子精神飽滿的回家了，臉上並沒有帶著被「下放」的不悅，讓富爸爸感到不可思議。&lt;br /&gt;爸爸想要知道孩子有何領悟，問兒子：「怎樣？現在你知道，不是每個人都能像我們過得這麼好吧？」&lt;br /&gt;兒子說：「是的，他們過的日子比我們還好。因為－我們晚上只有燈，他們有滿天星空。&lt;br /&gt;我們必須花錢才買得到食物，他們吃的是自己的土地上栽種的免費糧食。&lt;br /&gt;我們只有一個小花園，對他們來說到處都是花園。我們聽到的都是噪音，他們聽到的都是自然音樂。&lt;br /&gt;我們工作時精神緊繃，他們一邊工作一邊大聲唱歌。我們要管理佣人、管理員工，他們只要管好自己。&lt;br /&gt;我們要關在房子裡吹冷氣，他們在樹下乘涼。我們擔心有人來偷錢，他們沒什麼好擔心。&lt;br /&gt;我們老是嫌菜不好，他們有東西吃就很開心。我們常常失眠，他們睡得好安穩……。&lt;br /&gt;所以，謝謝你，爸爸，你讓我知道，我們可以過得那麼好。」 失去才能領略更多美麗。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我們擁有的時候，總是害怕著失去，但也許必須藉由失去，我們才能夠不再畫地自限，反而擁有更多美麗的經驗。&lt;br /&gt;這叫做積極性的自我安慰。失戀了，斤斤計較你辜負我多少我有哪些不甘，是人之常情，&lt;br /&gt;但分手自有分手的理由，何不在痛過之後自我安慰：以前老是擔心會分手，現在沒什麼好擔心了，&lt;br /&gt;以前總在抱怨他對我不好，現在我再也不必受到不好的對待。以前只能守著一株草，現在到處都可能有芳草。&lt;br /&gt;如果不要只著眼於一時的失去，失戀，失業，失婚，都可能帶來更寬闊的視野。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-7970544767792615905?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/7970544767792615905/comments/default' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-3210960273983249782</id><published>2008-12-04T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:16:44.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>四根蜡烛</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Impact;"&gt;四根蜡烛暖暖地烧着，他們的光辉是如此的柔和，连他们说话的声音都听得到。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;第一根蜡烛开口说：「我叫和平，但这年头，沒人要一直点着我。」和平的焰火渐渐转弱，最后完全熄灭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;第二根蜡烛开口说：「我是信念，但这年头，已不是非我莫属的时代了。」接着信念的焰火也渐渐转弱，熄灭了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;第三根蜡烛伤心地说着：「我是爱，我再也沒有力气继续燃烧下去了。」「人們把我推开，不明白我的重要性，他們甚至忘记去爱他们的亲人。」沒等多久，爱就完全熄灭了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; 突然间，有个孩子进了房间，看到那三根熄灭的蜡烛，那孩子便哭了起來，「为什么你们不再燃烧了？你们因该要一直燃烧殆尽的啊！」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;第四根蜡烛溫柔地对那个小男孩说：「不要怕，我叫希望，当我还烧着的时候，我们可以再燃起其他的蜡烛啊！」孩子的眼睛亮了起來，他拿着希望的蜡烛，点燃了其他三根蜡烛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 千万別让希望的烛火熄灭，无论遭遇多么困难的险境，生命中常怀着希望，和平、信念与爱將再次熊熊燃起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是我在学海部落里面看到的，觉得很有意思，所以放在自己的部落里跟大家分享。当四周一片黑暗时，只有希望会亮着。有了希望，才有爱，才有和平，才有美好。在你们最无助的时候，认为没有希望的时候，千万要记得，人是可以自己创造希望，创造未来的！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-3210960273983249782?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/3210960273983249782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=3210960273983249782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/3210960273983249782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要 认 错 ， 也 要 改 错 ；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要 体 贴 ， 也 要 体 谅 ；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是 接 受 ， 而 不 是 忍 受 ；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是 宽 容 ， 而 不 是 纵 容 ；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是 支 持 ， 而 不 是 支 配 ；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是 慰 问 ， 而 不 是 质 问 ；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是 倾 诉 ， 而 不 是 控 诉 ；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是 难 忘 ， 而 不 是 遗 忘。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-4910611499883736679?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/4910611499883736679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=4910611499883736679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>haiz,上个星期五考试成绩派了！跟平时一样，有人欢喜，有人愁。我应该是...欢喜，愁？我自己也不知道，很矛盾。没拿到第一，算好吗？其实，我也和其他的同学一样，非常期待长辈给的奖励。只是，我的父母跟其他人不一样，达不到要求，就什么都没有，哪怕只是那微小的一分。这一次，也和一望一样，每能达到自己，还有长辈的要求，呜呜呜。我从以前，就一直想要个sony walkman，但是自己穷，没本事给自己买，所以只好考爸爸妈妈咯。但是，要从他们手中拿到奖励，很难，比一般的难更难。算了算了，惯了就好。我还真的以为，这一次可以拿到walkman，原来，只是我一个人天真的幻想。现在的学生，有谁可以真正的摆脱心里渴望的奖励呢？但是，又有多少个可以如鱼得水？&lt;br /&gt; 算了，反正我也惯了。从我开始读书已后，就从来没有的到心里想要的奖励。不过，每次知道成绩之后，都以然会闷闷不乐。心情不好，又能整样？难道要号啕大哭，求家长送给自己吗？别傻了，别再拿么天真了。这只是我短短的抱怨，写完了就过去了。不会再那么不爽了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008年12月8日&lt;br /&gt;今天，老爸竟然买了我要的sony walkman给我。看来，我的抱怨还是太早了。老爸老妈，谢谢你们！！！！我爱你们！！！muak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-3852421334628230778?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/3852421334628230778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-3440342615846910930</id><published>2008-11-25T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:43:49.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>我喜欢的电影</title><content type='html'>最近看了几部电影，不是什么马达加斯加（英文我不会spell)，是几部tom hanks主演的旧电影。也不算很久，就几年前的。其实这些电影我都是重看的，也不懂为什么，就觉得很好看。记得我很小的时候，爸爸晚上把我叫醒，开电视给我看这部电影。我就只看那么的一次，现在，长大少少，依然还清晰地记得一些画面。不知不觉中，每一次电视播出tom hanks演的戏时，我都会看。我看了forest gump, big, road to perdition, saving private ryan, Apollo 13, you've got mail, cast away, the terminal, the da vinci code还有几部，记不起名字来了。每一次重看着电影时，都会抱着满满的期待。他算是我第一位偶像吧？除了他，还有steven Spielberg。他是很多很多一级棒电影的制作人。我小时候，陪爸爸一起看了很多电影，到今天才知道原来都是他制作的。回头想想，他这种人，脑子里不懂装了些什么，竟然可以想出那么多故事。谁要是有他的脑袋，裤袋里的钱一定多到可以拿去烧！&lt;br /&gt;  我上面讲的电影，不像那种三八到死，看了一直笑的戏。看完了，才发现原来除了笑，还是笑，多没意思。故事里含有的意思，可以让我想一整天都想不够，或许就是酱，我喜欢看那些电影吧？想来想去，好像明白他要带出的意义，又好像不是。这种感觉很难形容，要明白，就自己去看。可能这种感觉，别人不会有，因为我喜欢钻牛角尖(^_^)。小小的事情可能会让我想一整天，想到了，又换另一个思路去想。hehe，可能过多几年，我就患上忧郁症了。可以钻牛角尖，对我来说，是一种比快乐更爽的事情。其实，在你钻牛角尖的过程，可以体会到很多很多大小道理。让你对世界，人生，生命有新的体会。想到了一个程度，就会看破红尘，剃光头到庙里去当和尚。或许现在这对你来说，很无聊很三八，但是当你真真看破红尘时，你就不会酱想了。我读过一篇文章，讲得是忧郁和看破红尘，其实只是一线之差。分别只在于看破红尘的你是开心的；忧郁的你是伤心的。 不过，现在的我，距离看破红尘，领悟真理，还很远很远。有可能这一生都不能达到那种境界。&lt;br /&gt;  悟了道的真人，想法和思路，和普通的人不同。说出来的话，可以很简单，也可以让想你一世人都不懂它要讲什么。看他不顺眼，去惹她，是白费的。因为它可能讲一句话，或做一件事，就让你自责惭愧。当他们悟道的那一刻，他们立刻变得聪明，有智慧了。可能它们肚里一点墨水都没有，但是他们满脑子是让人敬佩的大道理。佛陀就是领悟了真理，还有一颗慈悲的心，所以成佛的。&lt;br /&gt;  虽然想可以让你悟道，但是想错了会让你走火入魔，让你患上忧郁症。所以不要想太多，头脑爆掉就不好了。我是为你们好，要想就让我自己想好了。还有，上面讲到的电影，有机会一定要去看。对我来说是超级好看！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-3440342615846910930?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-5429528454233204195</id><published>2008-11-24T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T02:11:40.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>第不懂几届书香展</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;昨天23号是展览会的最后一天，每一年，我和家人都一定会去看看，今年我们选择了昨天。还没有看到The Mines，车就多到不得了了。老爸受不了车龙，就随便找个较近但没有车的地方了事。过后步行千里（其实都不懂有没有千厘）到展览会那里。尽到去还要买票，去年都不用的，今年一定是想赚多一点，真是贪得无厌（虽然只是2块钱）。才进到去，就眼花缭乱了，书山书海，人山人海，都不懂要从哪里开始看。突然，看见了进贺哥哥（不认识的话请到&lt;a href="http://www.rawangboy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;万挠男孩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 去看看）。 他手里拿着一本《老师爱搞笑》。他说最后一本了，我就好心跟他买了下来才rm8，可惜万挠男孩卖完了，不然我也跟他买下来。哈哈，全场最后一本被我买下来了，爽。&lt;br /&gt;接下来，我就到处走，走呀走呀，不懂要买什么。老妹突然看到红蜻蜓出版社的摊位，然后我就付了rm32给他买了两本新书，《小天堂》和《55年》。刚好作者在，他又拿去给他们签名。呜呜，rm32不见了。算了，当作是给她的奖励吧！rm32,呜呜呜。这时候，林宇中唱歌了！虽然我又少少喜欢他啦，但是我没有去看他，因为人太多太多了。&lt;br /&gt;接下来的时间，我就走来走去，仿佛是一只没有帆的小船在大海中飘荡。不懂要买什么书。结果，就随手拿起了一本书来翻，结果被我看中了，有随手拿起同样作者的书，也被我看中了。这两本书的作者就是鼎鼎大名的....deng deng deng deng 刘庸！这两本幸运的书就是《现代症候群》和《夜之族》，新书旧书我不知道，不过我知道我没有看过这两本书。&lt;br /&gt;老爸过后带我们去宗教部哪里。哇！佛书有很多咧（我只是看到佛书而已），而且全部免费的。老爸不懂拿了什么光碟，我就拿了一个大悲至咒的念本，我们就告别书展了。妈妈脚痛，要回家休息了，我以依依不舍（很久没有用依依不舍这成语了）的心情回家。&lt;br /&gt;书展里的书，种类繁多。什么书都有，我看到的是看了会变聪明的书，看了会长知识的书，看了会长智慧的书，看了会做饭的书，看了会了解自己的书，看了会跟人沟通的书，看了你会知道你老祖宗在干什么的书，看了会发财的书，看了会笑的书，还有看了会变笨的爱情小说。看书，是非常好的美德，但是却偏偏出现了一种看了会变笨的书，爱情小说。我常试过去看一本，才看书名就笑到爆了，第一面我就留得满身是汗了。他的开场白看了，真的是直冒汗，内容根本就是离谱。这种书看了没有变笨就好偷笑了。不要再让自己变笨了，杜绝爱情小说，杜绝爱情小说。但是，如果你非常渴望爱情，可以去看看，但是看就好了，书里的事基本上是不可能会发生的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-5429528454233204195?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-2984499412183935357</id><published>2008-11-18T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:02:55.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7A</title><content type='html'>UPSR成绩出来了！我懂，现在讲好像是有点迟了，但是我不是要恭喜谁谁谁，所以再迟也是一样的。我的朋友，拿到了6个A，1个B，跟当时的我一样...他拿到了成绩之后，还哭呢。付出了那么多，但是一样拿不到满A，谁会不失望。我那时候也是一样，拿到了6A1B，而且我还去上诉！7A依然不属于我。不公平，我朋友上诉成功，为什么我会不成功！太不公平了。但是，我想得很开，没有就没有，哭了还是没有。&lt;br /&gt;  7A是好成绩，没有错，但是他真的代表着你是优秀的吗？hehe，大错特错，现在的我非常清楚的知道，7A也不过是一张纸而已，什么都不是。我考试那一年，我另外一班的同学有很多拿A，但是上到来中学，也不过如此而已。当然我不是贬低他们，只是7A真的没有什么用。像马来西亚这种检定考试的制度，其实完全不实用，拿到7A的很多很多都是天跌下来给他，好运而已，没有实力的拿全A也不奇怪。当然啦，除了A之外，还有D。那D的人真的是，不是蠢到爆，就是懒到爆。酱都可以不及格，脑残啊？&lt;br /&gt;  看开一点吧！拿不到就算了啦。没有付出拿不到，是你活该，你蠢。付出了拿不到，是你不好运，或者是你太蠢了。像我酱从来都没有好运过的，扫扫肩膀，一笑而过，就什么事都没有发生了。只要真正努力过，全部都应该拿7个A。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-8072661713396793504</id><published>2008-11-17T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:13:05.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>泛滥的爱</title><content type='html'>先声明，虽然这文章没有酱刻薄，但是讲的人，很可能是你，所以不爽的，你的事，我可没有指明是谁，半个名字我都没有讲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;考试的成绩很快就要出炉了，很多我的朋友都感到非常兴奋，因为拿到她父母所谓的“好成绩”就可以得到奖励。哇，真是让人羡慕。可怜的我，从来没有酱好命，从我开始上学以来，父母从来没有因为成绩好给过我奖励，歹命歹命。可能我是真得不够好吧！？&lt;br /&gt; 我有的朋友的奖励非常丰富，有的拿psp,laptop,手机，还有够我当一年零用钱的cash。但是，这些奖励也未免太多了吧！？（我是酱觉得的）而且，我的朋友&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;们&lt;/span&gt;还跟我讲，只要全部pass,或者是在班上拿前几名，就可以拿到奖励了，汗。那种成都竟然可以得到奖励，现在的父母真的是对孩子的要求真的是太低太低了，讲难听一点就是泛滥的爱。这些奖励，都让读书原本的目标消失了，读书变得毫无意义了。为了奖励而读书，难道到了大学也是要这样一直给奖励吗？用下屁股想啦！&lt;br /&gt; 这些奖励不是不好，但是条件也要开得高一点吗。应该是说开几乎不可能达到的程度，酱才不会吃亏吗，没有理由开那么低的条件然后白白送给人的吗？虽然是自己的孩子但就因为酱，所以水准更加要高一点。mission impossible, you know? 像我，谁不想拿奖励啊？有的那当然要拿啦，只是拿不到而已。我的条件就是每一科，都要拿90以上。这条件看起来有点不可能，分明就是不想给奖励。但是这条件不是父母开的，是我自己讲的。（=_=!)我的父母不是蠢的，条件开得太低的话，他会叫我自己奖励自己的。&lt;br /&gt;  全科及格，这种程度是猪考的，不是人考的。才几个而已，脑残啊？班上拿前5名？哪一班啊？那种烂班，你跟我讲前几名，你在猪群中果然是比较特出！这种根本就是乘机敲诈你父母，由或者是你父母太爱你了。父母对自己孩子的要求，应该要高，我们对自己的要求应该要不可能！这才是对得其父母和自己。Adidas都讲咯，impossible nothing。人往高出看，水往低处流。还有跟你讲，如果你能达到的话，你跟你父母要什么，他们如果经济许可，一定会给。有时候，我们也应该有分寸，不要什么都要，父母的负担很重的，虽然有些是钱多到可以拿来烧，但是也不可以乱乱来，适可而止。&lt;br /&gt;  有些爱，不是用来给的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-8072661713396793504?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/8072661713396793504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=8072661713396793504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/8072661713396793504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/8072661713396793504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_13.html' title='泛滥的爱'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-6430731743821196893</id><published>2008-11-11T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:28:10.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>历史考试不及格</title><content type='html'>先声明，我写的东西用的词语和语气都是非常非常刻薄的。完全不会留一点面子给读者，所以要读的，就要有心理准备，不然读了你会非常非常不爽。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;考试完了，很快的就到派考卷的时候了。历史老师早上考，下午就记分数了，办事效率还蛮快的。结果我的了xx分，还算不错啦。但是其他的人，就有些那A,有些拿B,有些拿C，还有的拿D甚至是E。拿烂分数的那些竟然没当成一回事，还继续潇洒。（恕我在这里用“烂分数”）这种现象很明显的证明了，人类的脑在退化。历史对很多人来说是死穴，10个里面，有7，8个不及格，或者是拿不到A。难道历史会很难吗？课本就摆在眼前，只要去记得课本在讲些什么就可以了，为什么还会不及格。而且我还发现，现在的父母对孩子太过“软弱”了，不及格也不要紧。虾米！！！不及格也不要紧，吃错药啊？不及格对某些人来说可比死刑更加严重！&lt;br /&gt;父母了解子女们的问题，不及格了也没关系，因为他们是历史白痴，不及格很正常，及格了才不正常。（=_=!!）父母在子女们的考试成绩中所扮演的角色很重要，只要父母肯做好他们的责任，孩子们可以不用去补习，也都可以拿到令人满意的成绩。在一个家庭里，父母的权力永远都是大过孩子的。只要他们肯狠下心来，他们的子女才有机会成功。严格的家教是非常非常重要的，有了这些打骂教训，孩子才会变得有头脑一点。当然这都是从小就要培养的，现在还用藤条的话，会伤害孩子的心的，毕竟他们都会想了，只是想错而已。考试不及格，电脑，手机，电玩等等可以让他们爽的东西，一律没收。反抗的话，一点都不要犹豫的统统都砸烂。还有要把零用钱扣掉，自由也要限制什么东西都要管。让他们尝尝不及格的滋味，让他们知道，什么才是重要的。&lt;br /&gt;当然我们这些青少年要自己会想，为什么家常会酱。拿到好成绩的人，走起路来总是比成绩烂的人威风。现在是这样，以后也是这样。不及格还笑得出，脑残啊？不及格还有的光荣，社会真的变了。只是叫你读几本书而已，都可以不及格，真的是蠢。又没有教你把整个图书馆里的书背起来，你绝对没有不及格的理由。考试不及格然后跟家长说不会，根本就是自己懒惰的借口。根本就是自己没有脑，自己不去读，才不及格的。历史这些东西，除非你的头脑比电脑更厉害，不然临时抱佛脚是根本不可能的。像一天里面读完都难了，还要记完？真的是天真，幼稚和白痴。就算再多的课本要读，再多的东西要背要记，读多了，自然就会刻进脑里，怎么忘也忘不了。真的白痴虽然是脑残，但是他们也一样可以学会很多东西，他们一样可以把历史背得滚瓜烂熟。难道你要拿真正的白痴来当你的挡箭牌，那他们来做比较meh。学校真的有一个有学习障碍的同学，（这样称呼比较有礼貌，而且他是真的低智商）但是最后一名的不是他，是一个比他更蠢更没有脑，更脑残，更白痴，更接近鸵鸟（鸵鸟的脑比眼睛更小）的正常人。每一次我看到他就觉得他很可怜很可悲。&lt;br /&gt;是时候长脑了，是时候读书了，现在放假，休息一下就够了，以后的课本会越来越后，越来越难。不要每天对着电脑，玩那种玩多了会变苯的游戏。&lt;br /&gt;你不爽的话，是你的事，我可没有在讲你，我是有发言自由的。如果你认为我在讲你的话，为什么不要好好反省一下？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-6430731743821196893?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/6430731743821196893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=6430731743821196893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/6430731743821196893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/6430731743821196893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='历史考试不及格'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-4743103593224038098</id><published>2008-11-10T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:47:47.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>两则寓言故事</title><content type='html'>秋雨淅沥淅沥，一个和尚正在屋檐下避雨，突然看见观音撑着伞走过来．他非常高兴，急忙说：＂普度众生的观音菩萨，您能否普度一次，带我回家？＂&lt;br /&gt;　　＂你在屋檐下，我在雨中，檐下无雨，何须我渡？＂观音回答道．&lt;br /&gt;　　那和尚一听，立即跑到雨里说：现在，我已经在雨中了，这下可以渡我了吧！＂&lt;br /&gt;　　＂你在雨中，我也在雨中．你被雨淋湿，是因为你没有带伞；我没被雨淋湿，是因为我有伞．可见，是伞渡我，你没有伞，应该去找伞，而不是找我．＂说完，观音就消失了．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过了一段时间，某君遇到了困难，便到寺庙中去求观音．他走进寺庙，见一个人正在求观音，竟然跟观音长的一模一样，便冒失地问：＂您是观音吗？＂&lt;br /&gt;　　＂我正是观音。＂那人回答说。&lt;br /&gt;　　某君更感到惊奇了：“既然您是观音，为什么还要自己拜自己呢？”&lt;br /&gt;　　观音微微一笑：“跟你一样，我也遇到了难事，但我知道，求人不如求己。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;观音在这两则故事里，都没有真正的出手帮助这些有困难的人。但是，他的几句话，却让人深深的领悟了生活里不可缺少的道理。观音菩萨，轻轻的一点，比他出手帮忙，更有用。有人帮你，是你的幸运，没有人帮你时，你还是得自己解决问题。靠山不会每一次都出手帮你的，唯一永远的靠山，原来是自己。 阿弥陀佛 菩萨慈悲 菩萨慈悲&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-4743103593224038098?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/4743103593224038098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=4743103593224038098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/4743103593224038098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/4743103593224038098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='两则寓言故事'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-5030310187407057809</id><published>2008-09-25T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:48:38.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>补习</title><content type='html'>昨天，星期四，我竟然去补习了！说的明确一点是预补，老妈逼的。朋友介绍我妈妈，说她女儿儿子去补了过后成绩很好，也叫我和妹妹去试一下，反正预补不用钱。老妈就这样相信了aunty的话，比我去补。不去补的话，我的后果不堪设想，怕怕，所以就去了。&lt;br /&gt;  这件补习中心，好像办得还蛮大的，证明了那一带的傻佬越来越多。（我只是去试补而已，所以不算是傻佬。）7.00pm我就去了，坐在那边等到8.30。温习功课的时间过得真快，一下子，8.30就到了。上的是国语课，bahasa malaysia。 老师进到了班，就开始教了。bla bla bla,我就坐在那边傻傻地听。然后老师拿了一些ringkasan的练习给我，要我们把要点都做个记号。这时老师拿起了木尺，我才回过神来，开始做。不一会儿，老师便开始讨论了。不算是讨论啦，只能算是抄。因为老师从头到尾，只是一边念，一边要我们抄。原来这就是现在的补习班。抄完后，还跟老子说，只要跟着他的方法去做，最少可以拿15分。咳，如果是酱简单的话，为什么不要叫猪来考呢？&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;以下是我从这补习班所学的：&lt;br /&gt;1）ringkasan只需要找出要点，然后把不需要的东东割掉，然后直接抄下去就对了。&lt;br /&gt; 评语：就像我刚才所说的一样，你不如叫猪来考。&lt;br /&gt;2）kajian novel只需用它的formula一定可以拿高分。不同的情况下，只需改掉一些字就行了。&lt;br /&gt; 评语：将你不如叫PMR的考试字上字节写上去，留下一些空格给我们自己填就好了。我们现在上的是语文科，不是数学，没有formula的。&lt;br /&gt;3）考试到了，你们只需要读我给你们的范文就绝对不会错，不用酱辛苦。&lt;br /&gt; 评语：跟着你的话去做绝对不会是对的。你不要误导人家，跟人家送去坟墓啦。出考题的老师如果有酱蠢的话，就没有人会拿B啦！Common Sense！You Know?真的是啊。&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  你们补习中心这种Fill In The Blanks的方法是行不通的。就算是ringkasan和kajian novel可以用酱的方法，karangan可以吗？用屁股想都想到啦。如果你认为你的学生不会酱苯的话，都用同样的方法的话，你就大错特错了。不笨的人，是不会去补习的。（我是说不笨的人，不是说聪明的人。）而且，批改试题的老师看到酱多同样的答案，没有讲你作弊你就好偷笑了。可能你的formula，对于其他的学生来说，可能是秘方，但对我来说，用过的大便纸都比你的“formula"值钱。我是说真的，我甘愿收藏用过的大便纸都不要你的formula。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;　　所以很明显的可以看出补习是没有用的，补了你可能以后就只会ｆｉｌｌ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｂｌａｎｋｓ了。现在我明白为什么去补习的人，成绩差过我。听我讲，不要再去补习了，补习可是会伤害你的脑的，变苯你才知道。还好这只是试补，不用钱的。叫老子去这件补习中心补习，我甘愿跟姬旦下棋。（姬旦就是周公）&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;　　以上意见皆属本人个人的意见。不爽的话，你的事，我可是有自由发言的权利。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-5030310187407057809?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/5030310187407057809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=5030310187407057809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5030310187407057809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/5030310187407057809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_25.html' title='补习'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-2679657652892592043</id><published>2008-09-13T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T06:56:11.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>如果这是我们最后一次相遇</title><content type='html'>如果这是我们最后一次相遇&lt;br /&gt;就该像小孩一般的欢笑&lt;br /&gt;这杯定是无法免去&lt;br /&gt;就任它在舌尖、食道留下重重遗味&lt;br /&gt;像两个山头各占东西的山兽中就得回到&lt;br /&gt;已注定的地盘&lt;br /&gt;曾经比邻的桑槐今要随齿轮的移转渐行渐&lt;br /&gt;远　　　　　另谋他处&lt;br /&gt;底下沃土催促着&lt;br /&gt;这拔根的旅行势在必行&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请让我再挽着你的手&lt;br /&gt;顺着生命线延伸追溯只当初彼此火花碰击时&lt;br /&gt;当初一池红心水印记&lt;br /&gt;若这是出悲剧&lt;br /&gt;请让我们在结局幽他一默&lt;br /&gt;窗外落红！莫笑&lt;br /&gt;你不也是与我一般 豆腐乳的心肠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;擦好你的泪水吧&lt;br /&gt;莫再为我心田上以你命名的种子浇灌&lt;br /&gt;它若开出净洁的水仙&lt;br /&gt;它定会勾念起你无邪的醉人笑靥&lt;br /&gt;所以&lt;br /&gt;如果这是我们最后一次相遇&lt;br /&gt;本该像小孩般畅快欢笑&lt;br /&gt;彼此谈划酒窝     就好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;取自 《诗情画意》居銮中华中学华文学会&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是偶然看到的得一首诗。看标题就看得出是首悲伤的诗。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  第一次读这诗时，那种我第一次转校时的感觉都回来了，那是一种苦苦的悲伤的感觉。我那一次转校是在我四年级的时候。那里我有许许多多的朋友，许许多多的感情，但是都已经结束了，都成了回忆。现在开始有些模糊了，但是我们一起欢笑的气氛，依然清晰的烙印在我脑里。&lt;br /&gt;  至今我最好最好的朋友，是从我幼稚园5岁开始就认识的朋友，我们整整认识了6年。算了还是不讲比较好，不然我的心又会下大雨。整个人会无精打采的，不讲了。慢慢欣赏那首诗吧！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-2679657652892592043?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/2679657652892592043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=2679657652892592043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/2679657652892592043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/2679657652892592043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='如果这是我们最后一次相遇'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-2116413659336029421</id><published>2008-08-31T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:38:56.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>民主 democracy</title><content type='html'>昨天，我们的国家，马来西亚度过了她第51岁的生日。从独立之后以来，马来西亚（马来亚）一直都是各民主自由的国家。大选都可以通过投票来选择自己的党派来治理我们的国家。比起其它共产国，我们显得自由多了。我因此而感到非常庆幸，虽然我还没到可以投票的年龄，但至少我知道我以后有这个权利。&lt;br /&gt; 民主这东东，其实很简单，就是少数服从多数。例如说100个人选他做代表，另外有10个人选另一个人作代表。很明显，第一个人获得的票比较多，所以少数服从多数，第一个人作代表，后者可以叫他回家自己吃自己。这就是民主了。除了选择政府要投票，在其他有意见不一致时，也应该用投票来做选择。&lt;br /&gt; 我们学校，除了班上以外，完完全全没有民主这个概念。在班上，至少我还有选择班长的权利。但是，我却没有选择学长的权利。这对我来说是非常不公平的。学生的领导者，不是由学生自己来做选择，像话吗？可能学校觉得那一位学长是最适合的人选，而且我们这个年龄的判断能力不够，不会作出最恰当的选择。但是，那一位学长可使全校最惹人讨厌的巡查员。实在是可恶。学校忽略了这一点，我们学生不是都不懂得什么叫做理智。（你不要以为你在我们的年纪是没有脑，我们也跟着你一样没有脑，时代不同了！）还有，谁同意让巡查原来当我们的学长的？学校可是有很多反巡查员（anti-purple shirt/anti-pengawas)的你知道吗？而且最火的就是，这巡查员是不会华语的华人，过分！！！&lt;br /&gt; 学校应该开放一点，让学生了解到领导层的重要性。这样学生就不会乱乱选择自己喜欢的人选了。学校只要让学长处理一些比较重要的事，就可以达到让学生了解领导层的重要性的目标了。一来可以培养出学长的领导能力，出到社会不会变废柴，二来，学生可以先体会到国家大选的气氛，和身为一名国民的责任。当然啦，不是民主到连校长都要经过投票来选，这是超越了学生范围的事了。我们只是要一点点的民主而已，不会过分的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ps:其实我也是借着一篇文章来暗骂我们那位没有用的学长。你不爽的话，你的事。我可是有发表意见的权利。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-2116413659336029421?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/2116413659336029421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=2116413659336029421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/2116413659336029421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/2116413659336029421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2008/08/democratic.html' title='民主 democracy'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-6369621440720694161</id><published>2008-08-20T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T05:41:01.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>妈妈讲的话</title><content type='html'>上个星期四，是月考的最后一天，考的科目是我妈妈说的话（母语），也就是华语。咳。。。华语这一科实在是难考，我有很多朋友都是败在这一科手上。hehe,不过，还好我有下功夫，勉强可以拿A（还差一点点就拿B了）。进入正体，我要说的不是考试，是我们的母语。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  马来西亚，一个多元种族的国家。各种族里包括，华人，马来人还有印度人。从英国统治马来亚时期，各种族就通过不同的管道来到了马来亚。同时，各种族的教育也随着经济大发展，建立起来了。我们华裔子弟也不例外。但是华文教育也只提供到小学程度。不过，华文教育经过了时代的侵蚀，依然保存得很好。有一些学校教育出来的学生，已经子孙满堂了。&lt;br /&gt;  随着时代的进步，英文成了国际语文，成为了各媒体主要是用的语言，马来西亚华语的位置开始受动摇了。一些华裔子弟的后代，并没有被送进华校就读，反而被送进国小。他们的父母认为华语不重要，英文比较重要。而且华语这一科不容易学好就选择了不把他们送进华小的行动。这样子会造成华裔子弟不会华语的现象。同时他们学懂的学问就少了一些。说实话，我是非常看不起这些人的，连自己的母语也不会，想到就可恶。有些甚至连自己的华语名都不会，更有的离谱到连华语名都没有。&lt;br /&gt;  华语，是我们龙的传人的语言，是我们祖先智慧的结晶。中国历史上下5000年累计下来的智慧，这门学问可见的是多莫的广！比起其它的语言，华语可是比他们有趣得多了。华语最与众不同的就是，华语的每一个字都是独体的。不会有任何一个字是重复的。可是读音却只有那么几个，不会多。所以华语的字是“难辨”但“易读”。虽然如此，华语子还有多音多义字，字型相似字等等。连分辨字都有困难，你说学华语容易吗？但是，这也同时代表着华语不是以其他语言可以媲美的呀！你学会了越困难的学问，代表着你越聪明，越有水准。&lt;br /&gt;  不过，值得庆幸的是，马来西亚的华文教育在东南亚是保存得最好的国家。而且，马来西亚的华文水平与中国的水平不相上下。随着中国这个以华语为主要语言的国家经济发展越来越蓬勃，华语在世界语言里的地位也显得重要了。新加坡也是个非常注重英文的国家，但是近些年来，他们也开始注重华语了。你说华语不重要，或许你现在可以下这样的定论，但是谁知道在未来的10年，20年，会发成怎样的改变，怎样的改革？&lt;br /&gt;  身为华裔子弟，希望你们不要忘记你们把华语学好的重大责任。千万不要把这门学问，我们的母语毁了。不要放弃华语。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-6369621440720694161?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/6369621440720694161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=6369621440720694161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/6369621440720694161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/6369621440720694161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='妈妈讲的话'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小新：聽不到，再大聲一點！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小丸子：小新啊！我是小丸子呀！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小新：酱大声干嘛？！這個是電話錄音，聽到嗶聲後，請留下您的姓名電話，我將儘快與您聯絡……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-2724478233316219143?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/2724478233316219143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=2724478233316219143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/2724478233316219143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/2724478233316219143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_11.html' title='电话录音（转帖）'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' 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title=''/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-1362373973697505624</id><published>2008-07-03T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:33:34.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>歌唱比赛</title><content type='html'>昨天是我们学校的话语歌唱比赛，由华语学会举办。身为华语学会的一分子，我当然是有去捧场！去年我也有去看，只是没有参加而已。昨天也是学校最后一次的 perjumpaan kelab。 大约2.30比赛正式开始。&lt;br /&gt; 比赛分为两组，分别有初中组和他哥哥他姐姐们参加的高中组。整个礼堂都包满了观众。只是它部分都是女学生，男的，好像就只有区区的那几个。比赛开始了，第一位参赛者是男的，名字我不知道。我和几位朋友都不知道他唱什么歌，但是从那咬字不清的曲风，好像是周杰伦的歌。曲中有很多假音的部分，而这位同学的假音好像有点怪，唱得不是很悦耳（直接讲难听的话很没礼貌）。接着的几位参赛者都不错，只是有些忘词。然后又一位男同学，上台了。唱的是《老鼠爱大米》，而且是清唱！我看只是想玩玩而已，完全没有想嬴奖的意愿。忘词，走音，走拍，他全都犯了。&lt;br /&gt; 进入正题，我要讲得不是歌唱比赛，而是现代歌曲。现在的歌曲越来越多，也越来越动听。但是却有几类歌曲是令我作呕的，其中的就是摇滚，重金属，嘻哈。 音乐应该是很美丽的一种艺术，但是这些音乐类型都是这门艺术致命的瑕疵。但是现在的年轻人越来越喜欢这些音乐，但是我自己本身是绝对绝对讨厌这些脏东西的。我也不明白，这些废物为什么会有人喜欢呢？很酷吗？不觉得咯，我怎么看都觉得喜欢这些东西的人很幼稚。最糟糕的事，竟然有人去创作这一类的歌。而且常这些歌的人都不穿好的衣服，都喜欢穿得破破烂烂的，跟乞丐一样，只是没那股臭味而已。还有，他们都不把头发整理好，披头散发的，也跟乞丐一样，可怜可怜。。。我还在电视机上无意中看见了一段重金属的mv。MV 里的角色们，每个的化妆都像鬼画符一样，人不想人，鬼不像鬼。看到都令人反胃，想作呕。&lt;br /&gt; 这些高分贝的音乐，听多了会对耳膜造成极大地损害，有可能耳膜破裂。加上这一类歌曲，对大脑的上海也非常大，由降低智商的可能。也就是说，听多了会&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;变笨！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  如果你是个笨蛋的话，千万别再听这种烂歌了，不然会变得更笨；如果你不笨的话，也不要听这种个，不然你也会变笨。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953968923736908381-1362373973697505624?l=werfren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/feeds/1362373973697505624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953968923736908381&amp;postID=1362373973697505624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/1362373973697505624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953968923736908381/posts/default/1362373973697505624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werfren.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='歌唱比赛'/><author><name>classified information</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606111810998840300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwGrUfDDV6Y/SBPgcY4FWhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DIOaIVaa_hY/S220/U637P55T4D33430F50DT20041208115802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953968923736908381.post-5084238035853995906</id><published>2008-06-26T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T08:17:55.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt from the States</title><content type='html'>ok, so i have decided to publish another article written in English. This time will also probably be the last English article in my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today, my aunt(father's younger sister) came back from the States. Actually, I never got the chance to meet her ever since I was born.  Before I saw her, I tried to imagine her look. Haha, all sorts of look pop up in my mind. My imagination stopped right after i met her. That was a very meaningful "historical" moment to me. By that time, i was back from out school's co-curriculum activities, so I was kinda sweaty and smelly. To prevent a bad 1st impression, I went to bath immediately. &lt;br /&gt;  When I came down, we have a little chat then we have dinner together. My aunt is a vegetarian, no meat at all. However i enjoyed the meal very much. After the meal and the dish washing, we sit down at the living room and chat again. She bought my sis and me a pair of shoes each. The shoes are not "Adidas" or "Nike", they are just some unknown brand shoes. And I never like Adidas and Nike because they are too expensive. Besides that, she also bought me a basketball shirt. The shirt was nice but I don't need it because I never have such occasion that a basketball shirt is needed. However, I still accept that present. &lt;br /&gt;  She show us some pictures of our family she took in the States. There were pictures of my cousins and uncle, however I did not know their name at all. Weird right? This is because all of my father's family move to America. Some of my family I only met them twice or thrice in my entire life. 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