<?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-1652464506906111919</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:26:19.535-08:00</updated><category term='my first try'/><title type='text'>no one</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-9144624885857001323</id><published>2008-10-27T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:00:16.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not easy to be single. How long we need to be caught and engaged?</title><content type='html'>22-10-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself since many guys forcing me to think what that I want and why am I so particular, want to be single, and want to be free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single? "I am belong to me, don’t call me baby!" I don’t know am I single or I’m in a relationship, or I’m in many relationship? Because they are treating me well and they are always beside me. That is why I don’t feel lonely. I can simply take up the phone to call one up and make a lot of laugh! Is this call happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em…this may be caused me to be choosy as all of them are very good and they have their strength, of cause the ego may make me angry sometime. But don’t know why, when potential opportunity become more and more, when friends keep increasing, the feeling to be single will be stronger! Haiz, more mean it does confuse me and make me think twise before I love. How do I love someone when I don’t want to lose someone? Is damn hard, and I become more and more selfish to keep holding all of their love. I don’t want to lose them, and then I decide to be single!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I come out a solution to treat all good as they treat me! I keep my love but I share my heart and my feelings, you all are my best friend and hope that our friendship will keep in touch forever, even when you tell me that you love someone or going to marriage with someone, I will be happy and wish you all the best. I may feel sorry to lose you in the future, but I have all as my best friend, I think I will be happy. May be one day, the love angel may pity me and give me the love one, or show me the important or happiness to be pair. Hoping it to be happen.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-9144624885857001323?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/9144624885857001323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=9144624885857001323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/9144624885857001323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/9144624885857001323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-easy-to-be-single-how-long-we-need.html' title='Not easy to be single. How long we need to be caught and engaged?'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-4816595602908952066</id><published>2008-10-27T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:30:09.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love angel make a misstake?</title><content type='html'>“Why I miss you so much and you never border about me? I make as ass of myself here to wait for you and to forgo another.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people in this world tend to be silly when they come to a thing call - love. There is a guy to wait for a girl but the girl is to go for another guy who actually goes after another one girl. Why these things always happen? Is the love angel doing a mistake on human love or the human today don't like to have an easy life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-4816595602908952066?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4816595602908952066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=4816595602908952066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/4816595602908952066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/4816595602908952066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-angel-make-misstake.html' title='love angel make a misstake?'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-3056085037323905089</id><published>2008-10-27T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:26:04.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>什么叫疼你的人？</title><content type='html'>13/10/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他不是天天哄你的人，也不是每个星期带你去玩的人。&lt;br /&gt;他反尔是你每天都在埋怨的那一个。一个把时间都放在工作上，天天叫你不要浪费的人。&lt;br /&gt;因为这样的他才是要给你幸福的人。他会尽力要让你的未来过的很好，不愁吃，不愁穿。&lt;br /&gt;如果他很疼你，什么都依你，从不为你思考未来，只要先在快乐就好。&lt;br /&gt;那个他，肯定不是真正疼你的人，因为真正疼你的人不会是短暂的，&lt;br /&gt;他会一直带着你，告诉你如何让你的未来不会有遗憾！&lt;br /&gt;真正疼你的人，会有一个很长远的计划，让你成为真正幸福的人。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-3056085037323905089?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3056085037323905089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=3056085037323905089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/3056085037323905089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/3056085037323905089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='什么叫疼你的人？'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-8317570172282751934</id><published>2008-10-27T01:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:23:23.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what are everything?</title><content type='html'>12/10/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people think that you are every things and actually you are nothing…&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you think that I’m smart, gorgeous, brilliant, and what so ever, but I have to say I’m not. You make me feel pressure.  I want to do everything in the right manner and in good order but I’m not capable. In my mind now, everything becomes bad. No good jobs, no good guy, no money! But when I think deeply, properly, everything will contain both good and bad, is just depend on the person who view and make comment to it. Every job will have its difficulties, and everyone will have his own strengths. I must be optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like my jobs. The first one that I refuse to stay, it gives me good money, nice environment, flexible working hours. But I leave with my stupid mindset on this company will not offer me bright prospect and that is why I go for a system consultant.&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel very boring, surrounding with Indians, Indian style environment, and nothing to do because I don’t have the IT knowledge. However, it does provide me good opportunity to learn the implementation stage of accounting system like what should organization take into account before acquires a new system. It is not a routine or difficult job, free enough for me to concentrate on my study. But this does not satisfy me again, because the old PC and they change it only when I tender my resignation and no Chinese colleague also. Again, I decide to run away and become a professional services consultant in a MNC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, busy enough! I can feel very tension, everyday need to rush reports and meet dead line. As a professional service provider is really not an easy job, not only need to make sure that knowledge are enough to throw out and must be intelligent to reply any single questions that pop out from client who are financial controller or senior manager. Added, there is no one can help you when you talk to the person on the phone, how much you know and to what extant you can answer is in their figure tips. Don’t try to act as professional if you are not, it is totally no use when you really can’t answer their queries. Too pressure! Some more people around you are cool, you can’t feel warm. Headache and decide to run away again! This time worry a lot, don’t know what I want! What kind of jobs I will like it? And now, I have no choice but to start work quickly to make sure I can pay all my installments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to partner. People may think that I’m choosy; He is good but short, he is tall but no potential, he is great but old, he is smart but fat, and he is wonderful but too young…. Never end, compare this and that, considering on future and his family too. Never satisfy! I will be alone?&lt;br /&gt; Am I wrong to make such silly comparison? I know I will not get a perfect guy, but I just don’t want me to make a mistake on finding my whole life partner. He must be caring enough, because my ex does do so. He can be ugly but make sure he can take good care of me. For sure people will do comparison when there are choices. Actually it can be very simple also; I just want a guy who can make me love him. I try hard before to force myself love a good guy, but it is too selfish to accept the love without sharing mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-8317570172282751934?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8317570172282751934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=8317570172282751934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/8317570172282751934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/8317570172282751934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-are-everything_27.html' title='what are everything?'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-1290706815313329230</id><published>2008-10-27T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:23:23.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what are everything?</title><content type='html'>12/10/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people think that you are every things and actually you are nothing…&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you think that I’m smart, gorgeous, brilliant, and what so ever, but I have to say I’m not. You make me feel pressure.  I want to do everything in the right manner and in good order but I’m not capable. In my mind now, everything becomes bad. No good jobs, no good guy, no money! But when I think deeply, properly, everything will contain both good and bad, is just depend on the person who view and make comment to it. Every job will have its difficulties, and everyone will have his own strengths. I must be optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like my jobs. The first one that I refuse to stay, it gives me good money, nice environment, flexible working hours. But I leave with my stupid mindset on this company will not offer me bright prospect and that is why I go for a system consultant.&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel very boring, surrounding with Indians, Indian style environment, and nothing to do because I don’t have the IT knowledge. However, it does provide me good opportunity to learn the implementation stage of accounting system like what should organization take into account before acquires a new system. It is not a routine or difficult job, free enough for me to concentrate on my study. But this does not satisfy me again, because the old PC and they change it only when I tender my resignation and no Chinese colleague also. Again, I decide to run away and become a professional services consultant in a MNC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, busy enough! I can feel very tension, everyday need to rush reports and meet dead line. As a professional service provider is really not an easy job, not only need to make sure that knowledge are enough to throw out and must be intelligent to reply any single questions that pop out from client who are financial controller or senior manager. Added, there is no one can help you when you talk to the person on the phone, how much you know and to what extant you can answer is in their figure tips. Don’t try to act as professional if you are not, it is totally no use when you really can’t answer their queries. Too pressure! Some more people around you are cool, you can’t feel warm. Headache and decide to run away again! This time worry a lot, don’t know what I want! What kind of jobs I will like it? And now, I have no choice but to start work quickly to make sure I can pay all my installments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to partner. People may think that I’m choosy; He is good but short, he is tall but no potential, he is great but old, he is smart but fat, and he is wonderful but too young…. Never end, compare this and that, considering on future and his family too. Never satisfy! I will be alone?&lt;br /&gt; Am I wrong to make such silly comparison? I know I will not get a perfect guy, but I just don’t want me to make a mistake on finding my whole life partner. He must be caring enough, because my ex does do so. He can be ugly but make sure he can take good care of me. For sure people will do comparison when there are choices. Actually it can be very simple also; I just want a guy who can make me love him. I try hard before to force myself love a good guy, but it is too selfish to accept the love without sharing mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-1290706815313329230?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1290706815313329230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=1290706815313329230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/1290706815313329230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/1290706815313329230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-are-everything.html' title='what are everything?'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-1924261582694992491</id><published>2008-10-27T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:19:37.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure..?</title><content type='html'>7th October 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t concentrate study!!!!!Terrible, eyes over the book but the minds go elsewhere. What lar! Exam is near and this is already the 5th times. What can I do? Should I resign and bang on this paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any courses for me, teach me how to concentrate study? Is there any one can guide me on study smart without spending times to do revision? I am so boring to re-read all again and mostly I can write before I read the sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m weak in answering fast, brain stuck and hand move slow when comes to answering. How can I overcome these? The only way is to do more practice? Write and think and write and think?&lt;br /&gt;So how should I plan? Erm…start practice from now or study all over again? Haiz! It is very hard for me to become a good girl who concentrates on exam. Stop going to hiking, karaoke, yoga or Latin class. I got to stop, stop all this and my works also, bang on it and fight for the success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-1924261582694992491?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1924261582694992491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=1924261582694992491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/1924261582694992491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/1924261582694992491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/10/pressure.html' title='Pressure..?'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-873233506097712745</id><published>2008-07-14T03:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T03:52:57.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>金牛座的性格特色</title><content type='html'>金牛座是黄道的第二个星座，是“土象星座”的第一个星座，故也称“土象的婴孩”。如同这个名称所示，他是一只不折不扣的“牛”；而且是一头有“金”（物欲）特性，占有欲很强的牛。&lt;br /&gt;金牛座的人似乎天生就有忧郁和压抑的性格。当这些累积到顶点时，就会如同火山一般的爆开。他们在十二星座中算是工作最勤勉，刻苦耐劳、坚忍不拔的；耐心、耐力、韧性是其特性。他们相信拥有爱情、美丽与富有的喜悦，是生命存在的证明，也是他信仰的真理，为着这个目的；他们会选择最安全、确实的途径（通常是长期的酝酿和深思熟虑的结论），一旦下定决心，没有人可以改变它。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们忠诚、真心、善解人意、实际、不浮夸、率真、负责，凡事讲求规则及合理性。喜欢新的理念并会花时间去接触、证明，是个自我要求完美的人；同时他们对物质和美的生产力方面，也是超人一等。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;金牛座打工贵族的特色个性：勤奋，温柔，但却胆小，亲切，善良且罗曼蒂克，性格中具有牛的稳重和镇定，做事较富深思，善于交际。&lt;br /&gt;与打工的关系：温和有耐心的金牛座具有很强烈的责任感，但是也正因和牛之温吞性格，所以不适合急就章的工作。在事业上，金牛座的人具有审美的眼力和丰富的创造力，因此从事与艺术、设计方面的事业，很能发挥才华。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;金牛座是个很爱美又对美感有着独特见解的星座！对于服饰或者是有关于美容美体方面的事物，牛牛都会相当的关心，加上他们的品味相当的高尚，所以很适合成为服饰方面的工作者，或者是美容师，这些职业可以让牛座的美感发挥得淋漓尽致，得到很大的成就感！当然，除此之外，金牛座的理财能力也是众所皆知的，一向精打细算的他们，对于钱有着特殊的感觉，很适合经手一些和财资、金融有关的东西，凭着牛牛对钱的执著，什么问题都可以在他们的处理下获得解决，所以也有很多金牛座会成为银行人员或者是从事会计方面的工作，虽然这种工作比较呆板，却很符合金牛所需要的稳定！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That means I got a right job now. But going to change. Haiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://astro.sunvv.com/2/index.php"&gt;http://astro.sunvv.com/2/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-873233506097712745?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/873233506097712745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=873233506097712745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/873233506097712745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/873233506097712745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_14.html' title='金牛座的性格特色'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-1330342597659128816</id><published>2008-07-13T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:12:53.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Many !</title><content type='html'>Many many things to do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many works to rush!&lt;br /&gt;Many many books to read!&lt;br /&gt;Many many jobs to try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many people to meet!&lt;br /&gt;Many many girls to take care!&lt;br /&gt;Many many guys to cheer!&lt;br /&gt;Many many bosses to due!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many cars to choose!&lt;br /&gt;Many many games to score!&lt;br /&gt;Many many place to go!&lt;br /&gt;Many many things to buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many things to consider…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-1330342597659128816?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1330342597659128816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=1330342597659128816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/1330342597659128816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/1330342597659128816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/07/many-many.html' title='Many Many !'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-7754322917650672695</id><published>2008-07-12T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:39:20.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?? I love u ??</title><content type='html'>When? Where? Who? Will I tell - I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I love you’ means I miss you when I’m alone or when I’m happy?&lt;br /&gt;If I miss you every night… am I love you? If I like to talk to you… am I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you are alone or you are happy, will you miss me also?&lt;br /&gt;Do you thinking of me every night? Do you like to talk to me? Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m busy, when I’m with friends, when I’m confuse or I’m working, you become my burden, I feel pressure, I want to be alone… am I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are busy, when you are with friends, when you tension or when you have problems. Will I become your burden, am I disturbing your mind? Will you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I treat you with love, am I in love? You love me in the way you like; will I suppose to accept it? I love you in the way I prefer, am I love you? I miss you… but I just don’t know why… and I love you… but don’t know how…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-7754322917650672695?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7754322917650672695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=7754322917650672695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/7754322917650672695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/7754322917650672695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-u.html' title='?? I love u ??'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-2512708231236278841</id><published>2008-07-11T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:11:07.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>。你。你。你。</title><content type='html'>你的话里有顾虑。。。&lt;br /&gt;How are you over there? How are you? Fine? Sad? Down? Worried? Are you happy over there? What happen to you? Pressure? Tension? Hope every things fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然觉得你好陌生！&lt;br /&gt;It is like a wall built up start from the last conversation. Many things want to tell you, many things want to share with you. But you are not around. Now I understand... ... I understand … …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想你。。。&lt;br /&gt;Miss you... …but you are always busy… …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-2512708231236278841?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2512708231236278841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=2512708231236278841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/2512708231236278841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/2512708231236278841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_11.html' title='。你。你。你。'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-6678619877449316070</id><published>2008-07-09T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T03:26:22.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mEaniNgfuL puZZle</title><content type='html'>A guy told me that everyone in the world finding a perfect match. Like a puzzle, every piece of them are getting the perfect match, to complete the whole puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one will try a match, the first match is judge by the eye, look at the picture in a piece with another, and once the colour is alike, there is a need for the first &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second step, physically fix them. If it is a perfect match, one party will carry the other to find the next piece. If it is not the perfect match, it can never carry on. Hence we can only break them and hope for the perfect match. But you will &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;never know&lt;/span&gt; until you get another piece which is the perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a guy is searching a perfect match, but the girl choose to hide or stick with another partner, this couple will never get a perfect match, and the puzzle is not possible to complete. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No choice&lt;/span&gt;, you have to…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-6678619877449316070?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6678619877449316070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=6678619877449316070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/6678619877449316070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/6678619877449316070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/07/meaningful-puzzle.html' title='mEaniNgfuL puZZle'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-5668395742396887867</id><published>2008-07-03T03:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:51:39.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>。。为人类的烦恼而悲哀。。</title><content type='html'>I don’t know how to express my feeling in real life. That is why my blog is not with happiness and not interesting. Em… may be I should say, I will post when I want to tell something but don’t know who to tell. Of cause, do the posting in bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like today, actually is this few days. I don’t know what is in my mind, is it I worry about changing my job, or about my family matters? I find a sentence that fix the situation now, “为人类的烦恼而悲哀”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not happy, but I don’t know the reason. I don’t know why I am worry about my boss now, is it because I’m leaving without serving him 3 months notice? I’m living with no responsibility? I feel that I’m bad to him, I feel sorry to him. When I re-call all the memories in POT, my boss really treat me well. Even I have make up my mind to leave long time ago, but when my boss say let me go, I suddenly got a feeling like being injured… … I will miss here definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not happy, but really don’t know specific reason. I don’t know why I feel being hurt. I feel sad because a closed ‘friend’, she is not confident on me. I feel sad that I can’t be trust, which causing people to lie. Even now I understand the reason to lie, but don’t know why I still feel sad, I’m the person that cannot accept people lie to me? I also don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My result coming, I know I can’t pass but still hoping can pass. 50, give me 50 is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be I need time… all this will pass… I can manage. Hope every thing is being well control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-5668395742396887867?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5668395742396887867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=5668395742396887867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/5668395742396887867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/5668395742396887867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='。。为人类的烦恼而悲哀。。'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-3374106990029774837</id><published>2008-06-30T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T19:20:50.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what hapen? am I wrong?</title><content type='html'>Haiz, many things in my mind, don’t know what to do… Don’t know how to tell. Worried… am I right? Am I doing the right things? How to tell? How to write? I'm confuse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, everything will be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-3374106990029774837?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3374106990029774837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=3374106990029774837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/3374106990029774837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/3374106990029774837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-hapen-am-i-wrong.html' title='what hapen? am I wrong?'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-6342628715374009137</id><published>2008-06-20T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:24:47.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- hard to Please --</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;if u Treat him nicely, he say u r in love with him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;if u don't, he says u r Proud.&lt;br /&gt;if u dress nicely, he says u r tying to Lure him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;if u don't, he say u r from rural.&lt;br /&gt;if u argue with him, he says u r Stubborn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;if u keep Quiet, he say u have no Brains.&lt;br /&gt;if u r smarter than him, he'll lose face, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;if he is smarter than u, he is Great!&lt;br /&gt;if u don't love him, he tries to Possess u, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;if u love him, he will try to run away!&lt;br /&gt;if u have problem, he say u r Troublesome, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;if u don't, he say u don't Trust him.&lt;br /&gt;if u scold him, u r like Nanny, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;if he scold u, it is bcos he Cares for u.&lt;br /&gt;if u break promise, u cannot b trust, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;if he breaks, he is Forced to do so!&lt;br /&gt;if u do well, u r lucky, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;if he do well, it's Brains!&lt;br /&gt;if u hurt him, u r cruel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;if he hurt u, u r too Sensitive!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~SO HARD TO PLEASE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-6342628715374009137?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6342628715374009137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=6342628715374009137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/6342628715374009137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/6342628715374009137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='-- hard to Please --'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-7342734457212895160</id><published>2008-06-18T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:24:06.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>StuPid Ppl dOing stupiD thiNg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I’m going to faint, why this people do thing so &lt;em&gt;chin chai&lt;/em&gt; one, simply pass journal!&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo…&lt;em&gt;wa ko&lt;/em&gt;! Today spend whole day to look for this account! Inter-co not tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I can’t pretend any more! Find someone else to do this account please! Can’t communicate at all, what kind of people there, what are they do actually? Are they understood what they did? All mixed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer hardware go office expenses, still can accept. But why staffs overtime also go office expenses? Then if correct, why fixed allowance doesn’t call office expenses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache! We need to follow IFRS for conso, this kind of work how they aspect people to understand? Haih….poor girl! Haih… How to give co-operation? The whole day spend for auditing. Is like going to kill the accountant there, he is taking higher salary but creating problems to us! haih ! How to do? Cannot conso, all accounts mixed up. Suck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-7342734457212895160?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7342734457212895160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=7342734457212895160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/7342734457212895160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/7342734457212895160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/06/stupid-ppl-doing-stupid-thing.html' title='StuPid Ppl dOing stupiD thiNg!'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-2112687696122879449</id><published>2008-06-16T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:04:26.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More! no more! NO MORE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sad!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Stop all the activities&lt;/span&gt; - cannot dance, cannot go hiking, cannot go swimming, cannot go skating, cannot go shopping&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; So pity.... How poor are those who have no legs. We really need to thank god. Thank god that giving us wonderful foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sad!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Stop all yammi yammi&lt;/span&gt; - cannot eat duck, cannot eat Tom Yam, cannot eat prawn cannot eat Assam laksa, cannot eat Bak Kut Teh&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All CANNO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All cold drinks, beers, even Chinese tea also CANNOT&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How well we are! When you lose something, you will know how to appreciate!!! How lucky that god is with us, taking good care on us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-2112687696122879449?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2112687696122879449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=2112687696122879449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/2112687696122879449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/2112687696122879449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-more-no-more-no-more.html' title='No More! no more! NO MORE!!!'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-3694581599743146940</id><published>2008-06-15T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:14:35.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the scar follow me</title><content type='html'>Aiyoyo, a scar now follow me at my left face. How long will it attached with me… how to let it go??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit worry once I got it, but now seems okay already, as it is not very clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I welcome it to come into my face? Is because of ice skating lor, how careless am I to invite it. I want to show it at here, but don’t know why can’t upload. Make me sad! I will try next time, to share my scar! Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-3694581599743146940?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3694581599743146940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=3694581599743146940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/3694581599743146940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/3694581599743146940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/06/scar-follow-me.html' title='the scar follow me'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-4785842098958983748</id><published>2008-05-31T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:54:36.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>will you remember me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm trying hard to get back his attention, but he seems not border! How silly am I to wait for his wish on my birthday, try to log in few times to check my mailbox. Does he remember my birthday? Does he remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not confident to ask him, with what reason to angry? Who am I to do so? But he should know I want him to come back, but I will not tell because there will be a lot of problem also if I really make up my mind to call… …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, just let it be naturally! Do what makes me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the best for me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-4785842098958983748?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4785842098958983748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=4785842098958983748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/4785842098958983748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/4785842098958983748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2008/05/will-you-remember-me.html' title='will you remember me?'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-7033411742178467665</id><published>2007-11-07T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T03:11:16.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busY busY busY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Busy busy busy is because of the exam..... Sir, I’m damn pressure, as you are very serious and give us a lot of support, but I still not confident to pass! As you tell us that the passing rate of P3 is only 30% with question 1 treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is near, more and more worries. Tension! How good if the exam is tomorrow, how good if I can finish it quicker and kick all the fear away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No FUN!!!!! No sports, no shopping, no facial, no gossips, no movie…. sien!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-7033411742178467665?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7033411742178467665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=7033411742178467665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/7033411742178467665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/7033411742178467665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2007/11/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busY busY busY'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-3764534476584050063</id><published>2007-09-17T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T03:54:15.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my love will get you home</title><content type='html'>if you wander off too far, my love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;if you follow the alone star, my love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;if you ever find yourself losing long alone&lt;br /&gt;get back on your feet and think of me&lt;br /&gt;my love will get you home, boy, my love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the bright lights blind your eyes, my love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;if your troubles break your strike, my love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;if you ever find yourself losing long alone&lt;br /&gt;get back on your feet and think of me&lt;br /&gt;my love will get you home, boy, my love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever feel ashamed, my love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;whenever is only you too blame, my love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;if you ever find yourself losing long alone&lt;br /&gt;get back on your feet and think of me&lt;br /&gt;my love will get you home, boy, my love will get you home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-3764534476584050063?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3764534476584050063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=3764534476584050063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/3764534476584050063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/3764534476584050063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-love-will-get-you-home.html' title='my love will get you home'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-1125537876217474411</id><published>2007-08-23T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T04:10:41.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leave me here, I'm okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Human life as movie, find some ended with happiness and some are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is making their movie, planning to be happy ending with a wonderful life. But sure some unexpected factors affecting at the half way. The beginning part may be destroyed seriously or may be not big deal, but sure making the beautiful picture unclear. Then the builder may decide to cut that part and continue. But somehow, it is not an easy work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My movie comes to the middle part, having the time some decisions need to make for my future. I may regret on leaving something to have the opportunity to gain something. It take times, so leave me here, I’m okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My exam is priority now, good luck! (‘v’)p&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/1652464506906111919-1125537876217474411?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1125537876217474411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=1125537876217474411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/1125537876217474411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/1125537876217474411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2007/08/leave-me-here-im-okay.html' title='leave me here, I&apos;m okay.'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-842061420055656584</id><published>2007-08-10T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T04:11:45.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>( '_' ) /</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;( ' v ' ) p - as u see, is all new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna to change the colour, so that it looks more colourful, more happiness, and forget all about dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be happy !! (" , )/ no more green stories, no more Gu Zap!!! haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-842061420055656584?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/842061420055656584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=842061420055656584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/842061420055656584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/842061420055656584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='( &apos;_&apos; ) /'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-6387225795126242260</id><published>2007-07-30T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T04:12:34.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ I'm lost ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I don’t know how to tell, may be I’m wrong with my own perception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Actually I’m with &lt;with&gt;&lt;with&gt;&lt;with&gt;him all the time, but the relationship is not as it should be. There is a gab both distance and mind. Can even say - One party threaded it as break but the other party treated it still on. I know I’m wrong to be the one who never go to solve this problem. Am I scared on the result? Or I just want to remain it unchanged? Never end, but at least there is someone caring on me, all the time although he is not beside me. May be I don’t want to be alone and I am use to it, every time every way, he is there. Nine years, if that never happen, as our plan…get marriage next year! I found the world is playing on me, my love and my family. I don’t care it is right or wrong, I don’t want to go and solve all the things as I don’t know the way to solve. Just let it grown with the god wish to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not with &lt;with&gt;&lt;with&gt;&lt;with&gt;him, never! I though he is just playing on, just finding someone to fill up his free time over here. The time period is short, and he never mention at all. I’m not serious on it because it is not possible. All the time in my mind, it is good or better for us to remain the relationship as now, as a web closed friend because my sense telling me that he treated me as a friend, may be a little bit better than a normal friend. But =I'm Done= prove all this wrong! I’m shock until he told me that he is serious. Instance…chatting with me only when he is online with some other stuff, I never think that he will purposely go online to meet me. In the sentence he wrote, the way he talk, nothing show that is possible. He don’t know how to express the feeling? Or I'm not good in sense? Is too late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I really don’t know how to forecast, the result is in adverse. I can’t find the reason; I don’t know how to explain. I’m stupid! I'm lost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-6387225795126242260?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6387225795126242260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=6387225795126242260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/6387225795126242260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/6387225795126242260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-lost.html' title='~ I&apos;m lost ~'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-7517207865814908736</id><published>2007-07-07T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:46:49.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~~Gu Zap ####</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The small little, cute and crazy gal saying that! She complaint that my blog is lack of happiness, and my description on green express Gu Zap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason, may be causing me have a problem in that relationship. I can only accept what I think should be in the first place and it should be, and will only make the situation right if I can take it as Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong? Many people telling me that I’m right in the way I define something or explain a case. However, it is not because it really true, is just the way I arguing it and then end up I’m Gu Zap. I could accept the comment as I know I am, in some where but I’m welcome someone to prove me wrong, my experiences prove me that my thinking and perception is always right, my philosophy helps me on my success. Is the input helping in the process to output with the excellent system? Maybe yes and may be no, different people may have different views. As long as the probabilities is higher, I’ll remain Gu Zap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-7517207865814908736?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7517207865814908736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=7517207865814908736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/7517207865814908736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/7517207865814908736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2007/07/gu-zap.html' title='~~~~Gu Zap ####'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-3353122960997772793</id><published>2007-07-07T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:42:54.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Is his birthday tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Who? Johnson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RpynpGs0eEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/b-ZcRV0Nc4I/s1600-h/cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088126003636893762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RpynpGs0eEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/b-ZcRV0Nc4I/s200/cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/Rpyn0Gs0eFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sPvzVajc2dk/s1600-h/is+he+birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088126192615454802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/Rpyn0Gs0eFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sPvzVajc2dk/s200/is+he+birthday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We celebrated at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Redbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; … …fun and enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, cutting cake is always my job, I have been trained in office every months! That &lt;) one call Seafood U&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don&lt;/span&gt; - is cute but not nice at all..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, luckily I didn't order this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RpyoXWs0eHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Q_XV8L-3K70/s1600-h/myjob.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088126798205843570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RpyoXWs0eHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Q_XV8L-3K70/s200/myjob.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/Rpyo0Ws0eII/AAAAAAAAAEk/H5bCYYDhlZQ/s1600-h/meewudong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088127296422049922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/Rpyo0Ws0eII/AAAAAAAAAEk/H5bCYYDhlZQ/s200/meewudong.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Em, actually not much to talk about, I just want to post the photos, that is why this post occur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Em.... may be.... or .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;let me introduce the gang: the baby boy-Daniel, follow by his 'mom' (as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; say)-Joan, then the HR group - Sam &amp;amp; LP, follow by the Instrument-Carmen, who teach me a lot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;engineering&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/Rpyph2s0eJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tOMe3m2KjzA/s1600-h/babyboy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088128078106097810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/Rpyph2s0eJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tOMe3m2KjzA/s200/babyboy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RpyqEGs0eKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/e74TRElPCI0/s1600-h/baby+mum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088128666516617378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RpyqEGs0eKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/e74TRElPCI0/s200/baby+mum.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RpyqbWs0eLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uYXOtVqVoRs/s1600-h/hr.hr.ac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088129065948575922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RpyqbWs0eLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uYXOtVqVoRs/s200/hr.hr.ac.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/Rpyqm2s0eMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y0EILt02jb4/s1600-h/P7070111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088129263517071554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/Rpyqm2s0eMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y0EILt02jb4/s200/P7070111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm very happy to work together with you all and hope it will carry on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-3353122960997772793?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3353122960997772793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=3353122960997772793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/3353122960997772793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/3353122960997772793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2007/07/his-birthday.html' title='His birthday'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RpynpGs0eEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/b-ZcRV0Nc4I/s72-c/cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-9000239276772387259</id><published>2007-07-04T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T03:31:57.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>** Wait lar! **</title><content type='html'>Now only I know she can speak well mandarin. So funny! Why act like a banana? Thought others can’t speak English. Kee Siao!!!! We are not understand, whether this is your first job or you really fresh in corporate life or may be you are like that, but you give people very bad impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make people angry on this – “I ask you print, you print lar” ! Hey gal, people not sitting here just to re-print your things and some more this is the second time, and when you ask for help, please ask politely. Okay, need my help, WAIT lar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-9000239276772387259?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/9000239276772387259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=9000239276772387259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/9000239276772387259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/9000239276772387259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2007/07/wait-lar.html' title='** Wait lar! **'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-539908917907191355</id><published>2007-07-02T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:43:44.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chi XiN~~~!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hahaha, I just can't control myself to laugh and laugh after seeing the chi xin boy scoring people at his blog:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;''she only know how to sit there n eat n shit there ... &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; disgusting person. &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; her always, dun even get near me, &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt;!!!''&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yar yar yar boy,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;忍一时，风平浪静，退一步，海阔天空. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I know you are very angry when you post it, that's the reason the title names 'Pls don't read this' but don't know why I feel it very funny, may be I try to imagine the face u present at that time. Em.. like Taz! But luckily u know how to cold down and took a more optimistic view and not spin around!&lt;/span&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/1652464506906111919-539908917907191355?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/539908917907191355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=539908917907191355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/539908917907191355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/539908917907191355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2007/07/chi-xin.html' title='Chi XiN~~~!!!'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-2479204651203444002</id><published>2007-06-27T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:43:14.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Is you in my dream last night, may be causes by Mental Accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is disappointed. He just can’t remember what he done for me in past and will not do it again just because it is only the philosophy apply by a little boy. A mature man will act more realistic; the working environment, the colleagues and the friends, the priority he set and so on! I do understand, but I just cannot say I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the mind didn’t affect by all these. Is just about the relationship is hard to be! May need time, now can only accept it as friendship, the one who I care and care for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-2479204651203444002?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2479204651203444002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=2479204651203444002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/2479204651203444002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/2479204651203444002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-you.html' title='Is you'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-7463175238721584038</id><published>2007-06-22T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:42:10.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is Saturday, but why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; here in the office? That is the problem on my situation now, company A success in listing, half year audit is a MUST and tax computation need to submit to avoid tax penalty; Accounts of company B is forcing to closed for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ROC&lt;/span&gt; filing; and then company C's government tax claiming is also urgent! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is this happening? I need to study, I need time for my revision. Oh god, let me go away from here to study, to complete my last paper!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-7463175238721584038?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7463175238721584038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=7463175238721584038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/7463175238721584038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/7463175238721584038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2007/06/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-3453734727856742601</id><published>2007-06-22T00:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:39:28.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the case</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;When someone says he is happy, with me in his life. I’m afraid, because he will then start promising me, everything that make me happy – but is not true when the time goes-on. After some years, every thing will be different. For instant, he may say you are pretty when you dress up with accessories&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;, but in FUTURE all this will become materialistic. This normally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;happen, the result of survey presented 99% of guy will act accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime somehow, I just want to have a friend, a true friend in life that no engagement, who knows me well…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"Until&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;last breathe, I'll still be there for you" I don't like this dear, it should be "Until&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;last breathe, I'll be there for you" then you will take care of yourselft until my last breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-3453734727856742601?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3453734727856742601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=3453734727856742601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/3453734727856742601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/3453734727856742601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-love-story.html' title='the case'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-6061205848218683775</id><published>2007-05-26T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T22:58:10.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my sis wedding...soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today is call 安床日, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt; seems very busy on this grand date &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; my mum, keep on calling me back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; to help on the 嫁妆. If I'm not wrong, this is the day to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;decorate&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bridal's&lt;/span&gt; room, and asking the 幸福长辈 to help on putting the bed sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very busy these few weeks helping on the wedding, from finding the better and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;easier&lt;/span&gt; slide software to the flowers for sisters and family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;members&lt;/span&gt;, it is really not easy to get all the things done. Some people say that we need one year for the preparation, I would say yes to agree because we are quite rush even we start planning it for half years time. Just imagine, after both of their parents meet up to agree the wedding, they need to set the time of many things, from the day of taking photo (after finding the best, acceptable quality bridals' studio), to the day of dinner take place then the day of 过大礼, until 安床日.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now waiting for the big day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RnyVAIqONQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cqE8hL-PNJ8/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079098309324190978" style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="105" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RnyVAIqONQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cqE8hL-PNJ8/s200/DSC00216.JPG" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RnyVKIqONRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FEqE7ll7YDk/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079098481122882834" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="109" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RnyVKIqONRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FEqE7ll7YDk/s200/DSC00211.JPG" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RnyVRoqONSI/AAAAAAAAADE/yrdm1T1RD0I/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079098609971901730" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="109" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RnyVRoqONSI/AAAAAAAAADE/yrdm1T1RD0I/s200/DSC00215.JPG" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RnyVRoqONSI/AAAAAAAAADE/yrdm1T1RD0I/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1652464506906111919-6061205848218683775?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6061205848218683775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=6061205848218683775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/6061205848218683775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/6061205848218683775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-sis-weddingsoon.html' title='my sis wedding...soon'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RnyVAIqONQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cqE8hL-PNJ8/s72-c/DSC00216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-9057558410497756102</id><published>2007-05-18T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:38:20.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study system</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RnTIiIqONOI/AAAAAAAAACg/VkX5WNnqBUM/s1600-h/P6170002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076903168719074530" style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RnTIiIqONOI/AAAAAAAAACg/VkX5WNnqBUM/s200/P6170002.JPG" width="645" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how long I have not even touch on it! This may be the last chance for me to finish the study, as I may need to change my job next year for the better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I take it as last chance, is because my current company provide me the flexi-time and the support on the study fees. You may wondering, if the current company treat me well as I mentioned, what the reason make me to resign for this environment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CIMA&lt;/span&gt; requirement, I have finish the first and second stage of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; gaining require by the body and added, there is no opportunity for me to gain the last stage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; because we are not able to hands-on on the strategic planning hence limited final stage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; to gain. It is just a medium size company with a lot of China Man Boss final decision making, it is not meeting the stakeholders' objective. Sometime, I may have the mind on, it only need an accounts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;clerk&lt;/span&gt;, or data entry assistant. This concept occur because there are a lot of ideas and improvement are not allowed due to the difficulty on having a suggestion chance. The communication flow is poor and the structure is not clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employees always required better benefits to secure future, but the employers will always consider the lowest cost on meeting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;highest&lt;/span&gt; profit in this country. Peoples are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;advising&lt;/span&gt; me on going overseas since the life time benefits is attractive, and accountants gain more respect from the people. So, stop being a lazy girl and start study according to the time table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-9057558410497756102?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/9057558410497756102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/9057558410497756102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2007/05/study-system.html' title='Study system'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/RnTIiIqONOI/AAAAAAAAACg/VkX5WNnqBUM/s72-c/P6170002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-2242818907928329782</id><published>2007-05-01T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T04:20:38.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/Rjr2CZrATDI/AAAAAAAAABM/OWDINJ1xP4s/s1600-h/IMG_2580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060627652415605810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/Rjr2CZrATDI/AAAAAAAAABM/OWDINJ1xP4s/s200/IMG_2580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/Rjr2JJrATEI/AAAAAAAAABU/Bk3S0HmJYnQ/s1600-h/P4290156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060627768379722818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/Rjr2JJrATEI/AAAAAAAAABU/Bk3S0HmJYnQ/s200/P4290156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/Rjr1e5rATCI/AAAAAAAAABE/-v1Y3ypz4Rk/s1600-h/IMG_2578.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehee&lt;/span&gt;, my friends all give me surprise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ler&lt;/span&gt;, I thought is just a reunion but is a party for me. Thanks a lot friends, I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt;, since when we didn't celebrate birthday together, maybe because of our studies life during .... em... don't know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, I hope this will keep going on and on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; we all get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;, until we all have our own family, until....until... but Jannie ar, you don't go too far lar, we miss you a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1652464506906111919-2242818907928329782?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2242818907928329782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=2242818907928329782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/2242818907928329782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/2242818907928329782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-my-birthday.html' title='Is my birthday'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GU56W0_G2c4/Rjr2CZrATDI/AAAAAAAAABM/OWDINJ1xP4s/s72-c/IMG_2580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652464506906111919.post-463615088670574958</id><published>2007-04-20T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T04:20:03.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my first try'/><title type='text'>OK ! I know I'm 'baka'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Wau, I really don't know how to use this. It can't really fix my idea on what I want in my blog. As every body are using this, then this told me that: hey you, baka! Em, anyway this is my fist try, so I think it will be more interesting when I found a light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652464506906111919-463615088670574958?l=highbornapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/feeds/463615088670574958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652464506906111919&amp;postID=463615088670574958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/463615088670574958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652464506906111919/posts/default/463615088670574958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highbornapple.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-i-know-im-baka.html' title='OK ! I know I&apos;m &apos;baka&apos;'/><author><name>ringo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07345692420129353695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
