<?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-4015513376032402834</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:18:48.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ kImMy~</title><subtitle type='html'>Music is everything for me.... just can't live without it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-7468084423081810157</id><published>2008-05-26T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:51:10.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing another granny on the 16th of May!</title><content type='html'>         &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't believe that now when I want to call granny, who am I suppose to call? I don't have any granny at my side now... lost my dad's mom last year and this year, my mom's mom. Going to Canada was one of my dream; I had always wanted to go to Canada to meet my granny(mom's mom) because when I was small, she brought me up till three years old. I also had always wanted to go to Canada because my childhood friends are there and I also got lots of aunts and uncles there. Now when my granny is no more, I don't know if there is any use of going to Canada. Nowadays I feel so tired, I feel like there is no reasons to live further cos once I think about what I want to do in future, it scares me! Will continue writing it later when I have the mood too. cos now it's too noisy and it's distracting my concentration!&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/4015513376032402834-7468084423081810157?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/7468084423081810157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=7468084423081810157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7468084423081810157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7468084423081810157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2008/05/losing-another-granny-on-16th-of-may.html' title='losing another granny on the 16th of May!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-2260520719605163660</id><published>2008-03-19T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:02:33.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Good to people leads to what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I really don't know when I'll stop to help people who are not worth helping. I guess it's in my genes or in my blood; all my family members like to help people when they are in need. I know it's good to help people. I tried to correct myself from helping those who don't deserve a help but then I can't. I am always there to help them and solve their problems. Why? If the people whom I helped will always remember that I had helped them before and would thank me for helping them, then I would be really willing to help those kinds of people. When people whom I helped don't thank me, I'll surely remember and not help them in future cos those people are not worth helping. They don't deserve to be helped and treated well. Why is it that those person good friends can't help and can only say, I know how it feels like and blah blah…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I know I sounded mean. I should learn to be mean otherwise people will always take advantage of me. I guess it's just that people here are different from those in my home town. People almost my age or smaller than me always act so childish and that's really unbearable. Really don't know when they will grow up… I wish I can be mean and cunning.. hehehhe… Hope I succeed in becoming one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-2260520719605163660?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/2260520719605163660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=2260520719605163660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/2260520719605163660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/2260520719605163660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-good-to-people-leads-to-what.html' title='Too Good to people leads to what?'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-563338680866810704</id><published>2008-03-03T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:44:00.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't expect much from even your nearest person whom you meet everyday. Like what Kenneth said in his msn personal message, he said, 'New clothes are better than old ones but old friends are better than new ones.' I agree with him. There is a saying, "Old is Gold." It works very well when used talking about friends and not much about other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Today, I went to Doors to work because Lydia and Alice got some work to do and couldn't make it there. Actually Samantha was to go but then she asked me if I would like to go and work. I thought it would be good to earn one more day and earn few hundreds. Today, I feel I didn't have much time to rest at work. I don't know why. Guess it's because there were too much homework and test correction of theirs to be checked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        Life is really journey. It' a long, long journey only if we are able to live that long. We never know when and what will happen to us anytime. Our life is not in our hands. It's in God's hands. What I expect in life is to be happy and have enough money to survive without having to beg for food. There is no one on earth who doesn't hunger for money. Money is human's best friend. Without money, you are no one in this world. That's what I believe. I had enough of such discrimination. I won't balme my parents for not being rich, because not everyone born in a rich family are always happy. I feel that as long as I am with my family. That's more than anything I could expect&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-563338680866810704?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/563338680866810704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=563338680866810704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/563338680866810704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/563338680866810704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-expect-much-from-even-your-nearest.html' title=''/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-605131417924018867</id><published>2008-02-28T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:54:54.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's really been a long time now since I last wrote an entry in my blog. Actually creating a blog was not my idea, we were asked to create a blog by our writing teacher. I feel it's really nice to have a blog where we don't have to write but we type in our entry. Class started for me on the 25th of February. There are many boring subjects to study but then college life is like this and we can enjoy our lives well only if we are not studying.hehehhe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I am working three days a week in Doors English. Earning some income for myself because the living expenses are quite high in Taiwan and so when I start to work, I can ease my parent's tension because they don't have to pay for my daily expenses money when I can earn it myself. Working in a cram school gave me a very good experience understanding and communicating with students and also learning along with them. There are quite a lot of things that I didn't learn in school so sometimes, it's really good to learn and know more about all those things what I've never heard about or learned during my school life.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;          I really want to learn a lot of things and don't want to regret things that I've done because regretting now is too late! Since life is a  never ending learning process. I want to learn as many things as I could when my heart still beats( still alive) hahahha........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-605131417924018867?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/605131417924018867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=605131417924018867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/605131417924018867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/605131417924018867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-really-been-long-time-now-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-4116292091956868607</id><published>2007-12-15T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T02:29:19.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy weather!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Yesterday my sister told me that the weather in India is cool now and because of the sudden changes in weather, people are getting sick very quickly. My mom is one of them who got sick because of the change in weather. I wish my mom gets well soon and hope no one in my family gets sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When talking about the weather, the weather in Taiwan is quite strange too. It's cold in the morning and at night but hot in the afternoon. In this case, most people got sick too. Last few weeks I chatted with my aunt from Canada. She told me that this year they had snow fall quite early unlike last year they had snow fall after Christmas. They didn't have a white Christmas last year. How I wish I could see snow as soon as possible! My friends told me that it's really fun to build snow-man and play snowball fighting. Hope the day comes when I could build a snow-man myself and play snowball fighting with my friends too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-4116292091956868607?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/4116292091956868607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=4116292091956868607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/4116292091956868607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/4116292091956868607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/12/crazy-weather.html' title='Crazy weather!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-5368639443685408411</id><published>2007-12-14T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:29:05.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I was feeling down and so I decided to look at all the photos of me and my friends, me and my family, and all. When I saw the photos, I try to recall when and where we took that photo. I remember every details of it because I do have a strong memory remembering every events in my life, be it happy or sad. When I saw my granny photos, I started to miss her so much and I would ask myself if she is dead or still alive. I still can’t believe that my granny is no more because she is always in my heart and I would always love and cherish the moments we spend together. She taught me many things in life and at times when I had any problems, I would ask her for help and she would help me solve my problems. Photos help us remember many things that had happened in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-5368639443685408411?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/5368639443685408411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=5368639443685408411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5368639443685408411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5368639443685408411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/12/memories.html' title='Memories!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-5098183284165432333</id><published>2007-12-12T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:29:56.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I did today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nowadays I just have too many things to write in my blog but when I started to write, nothing comes into my mind. There are just way too much things that are personal. Excluding those personal things, I have nothing much to write because my life is just to attend classes, work part-time and do my studies and homework. I am now trying to recall what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I didn't buy breakfast from the breakfast shop since I got two slices of bread left that I bought on Saturday. I just applied some peanut butter on the toast and then put it inside the toaster to toast it, so for breakfast I ate peanut butter toast. I saved some 15NT$ -25NT$ this way. I've got class at eight in the morning till ten and then went back to the dorm till I went to buy lunch in our school canteen. After lunch had some fruits and then were ready to attend class from 1-3 p.m. and then came back to the dorm again and went to sleep. I was feeling so sleepy in class already and so went to sleep till I was woken by my roomies when she closed the door of our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, I used the computer for a while and then went to the school canteen again to buy my dinner. After having my dinner, I went to have my bath and then I played some words and math games on the internet and then went to wash my clothes and then last but not the least I am writing this blog about what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-5098183284165432333?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/5098183284165432333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=5098183284165432333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5098183284165432333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5098183284165432333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-i-did-today.html' title='Things I did today!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-4912204260325304756</id><published>2007-12-08T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T00:12:58.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to Tainan with al the overseas and foreign students of Yuntech!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2P86sZgVcI/AAAAAAAAACY/OnlH-xDVX2Y/s1600-h/DSC06309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2P86sZgVcI/AAAAAAAAACY/OnlH-xDVX2Y/s400/DSC06309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144233284667987394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2PmU8ZgVbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ATgZ-eBeI5I/s1600-h/DSC06303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2PmU8ZgVbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ATgZ-eBeI5I/s400/DSC06303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144208446872114610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2PfyMZgVaI/AAAAAAAAACI/kH7sBxYjUcU/s1600-h/DSC06274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2PfyMZgVaI/AAAAAAAAACI/kH7sBxYjUcU/s400/DSC06274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144201252801893794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2PfTcZgVXI/AAAAAAAAABw/P4fSHVBwjVU/s1600-h/DSC06312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2PfTcZgVXI/AAAAAAAAABw/P4fSHVBwjVU/s400/DSC06312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144200724520916338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2PfT8ZgVYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jrY5JzpPjIw/s1600-h/DSC06319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2PfT8ZgVYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jrY5JzpPjIw/s400/DSC06319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144200733110850946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2PfUMZgVZI/AAAAAAAAACA/HdhHm_-XtHs/s1600-h/DSC06321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2PfUMZgVZI/AAAAAAAAACA/HdhHm_-XtHs/s400/DSC06321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144200737405818258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;       This year the university organizes a trip to Tainan for both the overseas as well as international students. There are  four buses since the number of students had increased a lot from last year. We started our journey from our university to Tainan at 8:15 a.m. Our first destination is Eternal Golden Castle. While on our way to the Eternal Golden Castle we passed through Tainan's city hall. We have a guide telling us the history and all in English since there are many students who don't understand Chinese. At around 11 a.m. we went to a restaurant in Tainan to have our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         At lunch time, we talk to students from different countries and then at 12:10, we started off to our second destination, Anping Fort and then at around 2 o'clock, we headed to our third destination to see the black-faced spoonbill. Frankly speaking, I didn't see any birds there since it's quite far from where we stopped and then I don't have a binocular with me and people with binocular said they can't see the bird properly because it's really too far. We left for our last destination that is the Chiku salt mountain. I climbed one of the salt mountains and it was really not easy to climb because the wind was blowing heavily and I feel like I would be blown away any time. I even had a taste of the salty grapes popsicles. It taste good but it was melting very fast because of the heavy blowing wind. Jenny Wang, a woman in charge of the overseas and international students gave me an egg that is cooked by putting into a wok full of warm salt. It tasted good and then after that we headed back to Douliu to our university, we even have dinner ready for us to take back to our dorm because by the time we reached our university its already 6:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I enjoyed my visit to Tainan and am really dead tired now and so I need to hit the bed soon. Hope to visit more of other places in Tainan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-4912204260325304756?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/4912204260325304756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=4912204260325304756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/4912204260325304756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/4912204260325304756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/12/went-to-tainan-with-al-overseas-and.html' title='Went to Tainan with al the overseas and foreign students of Yuntech!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2P86sZgVcI/AAAAAAAAACY/OnlH-xDVX2Y/s72-c/DSC06309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-8816548462439468385</id><published>2007-12-07T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:16:28.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving me nuts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know why I chose to study Japanese when I have not much liking for it. Now I really regret having chose Japanese. There are some 100 alphabets altogether with the full form and short form. I have never felt so difficult learning Indian language, but Japanese is really driving me nuts! I guess maybe it's also because the teacher is teaching quite fast that we (not I) can't follow it. She thinks that we are English majors and so we should learn more than other majors and so she is teaching like an express train. Every time it's because of Japanese that I can't sleep well the night before and when I try to concentrate studying it, nothing goes inside my head. I really don't know what to do now. I guess the only way out is to study it as many time as possible.&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/4015513376032402834-8816548462439468385?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/8816548462439468385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=8816548462439468385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/8816548462439468385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/8816548462439468385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/12/driving-me-nuts.html' title='Driving me nuts!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-4095827093480281310</id><published>2007-12-06T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T02:10:55.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visited the Chinese Medicine doctor!</title><content type='html'>        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lately I have been having lots of problems relating to my health and so I decided to visit a Chinese herbs medicine doctor that one of our teachers introduced me to. I didn't know that I got edema. I went there with complains of headache and sleeping disorder. So the doctor prescribed a week herbs powder for me, It was so bitter that every time when I eat the medicine, I feel like vomiting. I have to finish eating one week medicine first then I have to go back again. It's for my health that I am eating all those bitter herbs powder. I guess no one likes to eat bitter medicine unless they are no other way out to help improve the condition of my health. It cost only 90NT$ if you have a health insurance card and if you show your student identity card to them. If we are not students and we have health insurance card then it will cost us 190NT$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-4095827093480281310?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/4095827093480281310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=4095827093480281310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/4095827093480281310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/4095827093480281310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/12/visited-chinese-medicine-doctor.html' title='Visited the Chinese Medicine doctor!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-1087632637762748069</id><published>2007-12-04T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:02:32.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got my salary!</title><content type='html'>  &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;      I am very happy today since I got my salary for the month of November. Time sure flies and this month is my third month working in Doors English. Though it is a bit far from the university, I would still like to work there. I've been acquainted with the working situation there and the teachers as well as the students are quite friendly and so there is not much pressure working there. I've always wanted to experience how it feels like to do part-time job and this semester I finally found a job I like doing. I would like to let everyone knows how it feels like doing things that you like. Do what you think is right, always follow what you heart says.  That's all I can say!&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/4015513376032402834-1087632637762748069?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/1087632637762748069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=1087632637762748069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/1087632637762748069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/1087632637762748069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/12/got-my-salary.html' title='Got my salary!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-6980342213874403690</id><published>2007-12-02T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:43:53.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bought two pieces of clothes</title><content type='html'>   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Today Ellie called me up and asked me to go to the train station to pick her up at around 7:45 p.m. I said ok to her and I reached the train station earlier and was looking around and then I thought of looking at some clothing stores and then when I went in, I saw that the woolen clothes are on sale. The woolen clothes costing 450NT$ is selling for 250NT$ only and so I decided to buy two woolen clothes since I feel very cold this winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When I told my mom that I bought two woolen clothes for 250NT$ each, she said I bought it quite cheap. Whenever I didn't think of buying any clothes, I would land up buying it and when I really want to buy it, I can't find any suitable clothes that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-6980342213874403690?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/6980342213874403690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=6980342213874403690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/6980342213874403690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/6980342213874403690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/12/bought-two-pieces-of-clothes.html' title='Bought two pieces of clothes'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-674416438535214629</id><published>2007-12-01T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:35:29.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooked hakka food today!</title><content type='html'>     &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is Saturday and so I don't have much work to do and so thought of cooking my lunch and dinner myself. I went to the market and bought some mushrooms and some meatballs and a tofu. When I came back to the university, I washed approximately one a half cup of Thai rice that I bought earlier in big packet. When I kept the rice soaked in water, I quickly cut the meatballs, mushrooms and tofu into small pieces so that it would be easy to cook. Actually the hakka mushroom rice is not cooked with tofu and meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When I am at home in India, I use chicken pieces marinated with soy-sauce, salt and corn starch and is then fried first. I didn't buy chicken pieces here and so I bought some meatballs that are already cooked and add them to the mushroom rice and since I like to eat tofu, so I add that to it too. I ate mushroom rice for lunch and dinner that day. It not only helped me save some money but also eat healthily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-674416438535214629?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/674416438535214629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=674416438535214629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/674416438535214629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/674416438535214629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/12/cooked-hakka-food-today.html' title='Cooked hakka food today!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-7166296247518389927</id><published>2007-11-30T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T02:28:36.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A small night market in our university!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday and today there are many food stall in our university because of the celebration of our university's 17th anniversary. Eve and I were coming back from work at around 10 p.m and so we stopped by to eat something because we had our dinner quite early. We ate many items and visited many food stalls and then at around 11 o'clock, we went back to our dormitory. It’s a pity that we have to work and so we  didn't see the different clubs performed on stage. When I see our university lit up, it reminds me of Chinese New year that I spend in India. We all have our houses nicely decorated and the roads are also lit with colorful lights. It also reminds me of the Christmas celebration we had in our church in India. It reminds me of many occasions! I am missing all of it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-7166296247518389927?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/7166296247518389927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=7166296247518389927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7166296247518389927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7166296247518389927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/11/small-night-market-in-our-university.html' title='A small night market in our university!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-1814511351955466638</id><published>2007-11-27T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:46:52.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking myself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;     I bought an electric cooker. It's very good to use and we can fry, steam, and boil things with it. It cost some 800NT$. I brought that cooker because at times I really longed to eat some food that's not available in Taiwan like some of the Indian parathas. I also brought the cooker because outside food adds too much ajinomoto to it and so that would make us feel thirsty all the time. Own cooked food is a lot healthy to eat. These days my hair falls a lot and so I thought it would be healthier to cook my own lunch and dinner if I have the time. Today I made fried rice myself. I boiled some Thai rice and then went to our school canteen and brought some already cooked ingredients and then I add that to the rice and fried it. Own made fried rice is also less oily than the old sold in restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      If I have some curry powder then I could cook some curry myself. Indian curry taste very different from the curry that I ate in Taiwan. I guess it's the way the people in Taiwan cook curry that's why it's not so good to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-1814511351955466638?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/1814511351955466638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=1814511351955466638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/1814511351955466638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/1814511351955466638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/11/cooking-myself.html' title='Cooking myself!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-1588214362165111819</id><published>2007-11-24T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:19:56.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to Chiayi with classmates as a class picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2QMhMZgVrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PRhkYjavEVk/s1600-h/1729399531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2QMhMZgVrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PRhkYjavEVk/s400/1729399531.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144250438767367858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2QMhMZgVsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GIJV38G1FxQ/s1600-h/P1070428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2QMhMZgVsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GIJV38G1FxQ/s400/P1070428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144250438767367874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2QMhcZgVtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Kr9PGfXBoN8/s1600-h/Jane+and+I+oustide+Nice+plaza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2QMhcZgVtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Kr9PGfXBoN8/s400/Jane+and+I+oustide+Nice+plaza.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144250443062335186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2QMVMZgVqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KzAFk37L2jM/s1600-h/1729399596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2QMVMZgVqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KzAFk37L2jM/s400/1729399596.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144250232608937634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our teacher, Mr Yang organize a class picnic for us to go to Chiayi's plant garden (植物園) and also to nice plaza (a big plaza in Chiayi). We all gathered at our university's activity centre and the bus is stopped near there. We all got into the bus when it's almost 8 o'clock and then we start out journey to Chiayi. When we are on our way to Chiayi plant garden, we sing songs and tell jokes in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When we reached the plant garden, Mr Yang introduced us to two guide who would be telling us what kind of plants or trees it is and all. We were divided into two groups and then we followed the guide throughout and at around 12, we all went to a tall building to have our lunch. Our lunch is prepared already by our teacher and so we all sat there and enjoyed our lunch and the view of the scenery from the 10th floor. After lunch, we clicked many photos and then we start off to go to nice plaza. It's really a  big plaza and when we reached the plaza we saw that the singer, 羅志祥 is going to perform live outside the plaza that evening and we were all so eager to see him in person. Then we all went inside the plaza to see what we want to buy. There are many things that's quite costly for me and so I didn't buy anything much and then when we waited for other students outside the plaza, we still didn't see羅志祥.. When everyone is out and it's time to go back to our university we all went into our bus and we were all so tired after a day walking. I did had a nice time with all the classmates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-1588214362165111819?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/1588214362165111819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=1588214362165111819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/1588214362165111819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/1588214362165111819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/11/went-to-chiayi-with-classmates-as-class.html' title='Went to Chiayi with classmates as a class picnic'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/R2QMhMZgVrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PRhkYjavEVk/s72-c/1729399531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-3186020320130887908</id><published>2007-11-21T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T00:07:40.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to Taipei after a long time!</title><content type='html'>      &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; We had two weeks of break from writing our blog and so I didn't write in my blog that I went to visit my aunt in Taipei. That was my first visit to Taipei after classes' starts. I went and stayed in Taipei for four days and three nights. We were having two days off from our work, which is on 8th and 9th November&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       On 9th November, after our Japanese class, I went back to the dorm and prepared my things to take back to Taipei. At 3:45, Ellie, Phoebe and I walked to our university's bus stand and then we went to the train station. Phoebe and Ellie took the train while I took the solar bus to Taipei. I waited in the bus station till 5:30 for the bus to come and then when I reached my aunt's place it was already 9:30 or 10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I didn't go out on Saturday because it was quite cold in Taipei and I spend my days chatting with my aunt. We’ve got so much to chat that I feel our conversation is endless and then one day just passed like this. On Sunday, I went to church with my aunt and after church; we went to the market to buy some vegetables to cook lunch. At night my aunt took me to one of the night market that is near her house and I brought few winter clothes and then we went to Geant, a supermarket. We brought few things and then we went back home.When we reached home, my aunt and I had our dinner first and then she removed the peel of the acorn squash. After she finished removing the peel, I cut them into thin long slices and chopped a little bit of ginger to make fried acorn squash balls. It's a hakka dish and we eat them quite often as breakfast or as snacks. I then add some flour, sugar, salt and the chopped ginger to the sliced acorn squash. My aunt prepared the wok and put oil to it for frying. I fried the acorn squash balls while my aunt attends to her guest. I really had a nice time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          On Monday morning, I went to the solar bus station in Taipei taking buses from my aunt's place and then I sat in the bus for more than 3 hours and then at last I reached university. That's how  I spend my few days  in Taipei.   Whenever I go to Taipei, I spend most of my time chatting with my aunt. I am thinking of going to Taipei again, to celebrate New Year with her. Hope I could&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-3186020320130887908?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/3186020320130887908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=3186020320130887908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3186020320130887908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3186020320130887908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/11/went-to-taipei-after-long-time.html' title='Went to Taipei after a long time!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-7498821480245099278</id><published>2007-11-20T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:58:50.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spend 700 NT$ unnecessarily!</title><content type='html'>     &lt;span&gt;Today I decided to go to Watson (the one near the train station) to buy some washing powder and stuffs. I parked one of my friend's motorbike outside Watson and after I finished buying my things and came out. I was shocked to see that the motorbike is missing from the place where I parked it. I saw many people looking for their motorbike too. I came to know that the motorbike was towed away and we have to pay 700NT$ to get it back. I called up Phoebe and told her about it and then it's almost time for me to go to work and so Ellie came to pick me up from Watson and drop me to work while Phoebe inquired about where we could go and get the motorbike back and then Phoebe and Ellie went to get the motorbike back. In just few minutes, my 700NT$ flew away like that. I've learned a lesson not to park the motorbike in a place where no one parks it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-7498821480245099278?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/7498821480245099278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=7498821480245099278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7498821480245099278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7498821480245099278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/12/spend-700-nt-unnecessarily.html' title='Spend 700 NT$ unnecessarily!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-6190902216692507838</id><published>2007-11-03T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T14:08:24.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overloaded!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During the Spoken English Practice Class on Thursday, the teacher told us that our mid-tern exam is to act out some part of the script of the serial ‘Friends.’ We have to memorize the script and act it out as well. I’ve never acted after elementary school and so don’t know how it would feel to act. I’m nervous!&lt;br /&gt; Again in the Linguistic class, the teacher told us that we’ve got class test next week and we should be prepared for it. On Friday, during the Japanese class, the teacher told us that we would be having our oral test next week, I was very shocked since the things that we are going to study don’t have cd that we can listened to. Next week, we’ve got one presentation, and two assignments to submit. I’m now feeling overloaded and don’t know what to do first. I’ve never feel so overloaded when I was a freshman. Hope I can do everything well under God’s guidance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-6190902216692507838?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/6190902216692507838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=6190902216692507838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/6190902216692507838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/6190902216692507838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/11/overloaded.html' title='Overloaded!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-1544011087081739491</id><published>2007-11-02T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T13:54:20.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to work on Wednesday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don’t have to go to work on Wednesday but Teresa was not feeling well so I have to take her place and so I went to work. I can choose to go or not to go, but since I thought we don’t have any class test on Thursday, I went. If I were tired I would have refused to go. People would think that I want to earn more money and so I went. I think there is nothing wrong to take someone’s place when that person is not well. I can be sick one day and want people to take my place and so there’s nothing wrong about it. I enjoy my work that is more important than anything. One should love what they do and not feel pressurized because if you don’t like what you are doing then you would feel very boring and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-1544011087081739491?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/1544011087081739491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=1544011087081739491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/1544011087081739491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/1544011087081739491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/11/went-to-work-on-wednesday.html' title='Went to work on Wednesday!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-5256344015143221592</id><published>2007-11-01T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T18:22:18.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-term is just around the corner!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mid-term is just two weeks from now and I don’t know how to study all those subjects. Suddenly I felt that there are too many things to do and I don’t have enough time to complete it. These days when I feel so stressed, I prefer to listen to music and sing along with lyrics in front of me because listening to my favorite music really keeps me stressed free and I started to feel better. I believe that music heals our soul and it takes control of everything. Music means a lot to me. Just can’t live without music. Though I don’t know what’s the latest songs that’s on net, but I feel old ones are still one of my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-5256344015143221592?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/5256344015143221592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=5256344015143221592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5256344015143221592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5256344015143221592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/11/mid-term-is-just-around-corner.html' title='Mid-term is just around the corner!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-4428873935674454362</id><published>2007-10-31T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T12:58:28.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting the Chinese doctor for the first time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;On Monday after the Spanish class at 8 pm. Phoebe and I went in search of the Chinese medicine doctor's clinic on Zhong Hua road. We went inside the chamber, filled the form and waited for the nurse to call us in. Thank God we didn't wait for so long before we met the doctor and then I told the doctor my problem and he prescribed one week medicine for me to eat. Since its Chinese medicine, the medicines are mostly in powdered form. It taste bitter and it's my first time in Taiwan to see a Chinese doctor. I guess I am force to see the doctor because nowadays my schedules are too full that I get tensed up easily. Hope I get well soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-4428873935674454362?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/4428873935674454362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=4428873935674454362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/4428873935674454362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/4428873935674454362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/10/visiting-chinese-doctor-for-first-time.html' title='Visiting the Chinese doctor for the first time!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-5260161150547818021</id><published>2007-10-28T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:47:06.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a waste of time!</title><content type='html'>I still don’t know why professional ethics is a compulsory subject. What can we learned from that? Why do we have to do presentation in Chinese when we are English majors? Frankly speaking, I really don’t know what the teacher is teaching us. Is he trying to just spend his time by talking all shit and crap? I think I should reconsider many things now. I can’t live this kind of life with almost all boring compulsory subjects with teachers talking all crap and shit. We did not pay fees to listen to crap. We’re here to learn something so that when we stepped out in public, we can make use of what we learned. This is not what I expected. I thought I can learn things here but I was wrong. I am just wasting my time listening to all nonsense in class. It’s really not worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-5260161150547818021?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/5260161150547818021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=5260161150547818021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5260161150547818021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5260161150547818021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-waste-of-time.html' title='What a waste of time!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-2856088827753161073</id><published>2007-10-27T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:15:01.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing my aunt in Taipei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The last time I saw my aunt in Taipei is before I shifted to the dormitory on 15th September. I was planning to go to Taipei to meet my aunt as soon as I could. I tried to take out some time but I couldn’t. I look upon her as my mom as well as my friend. When I am with my aunt, I talk to her about my problems and she is always there to give me suggestions and pray for me. She was very happy to hear that I got a part time job. She always tells me to pray to God when I have encountered any difficulties and had got no one to turn to. I did and it works. I like the way my aunts talk, she is very straight forward. If she heard what I said is wrong, she corrects me immediately. She is the closest aunt I got in Taiwan and I don’t know what kind of person I would be in Taiwan without my aunt’s guidance! I miss her so much that it cannot be expressed in words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-2856088827753161073?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/2856088827753161073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=2856088827753161073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/2856088827753161073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/2856088827753161073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/10/missing-my-aunt-in-taipei.html' title='Missing my aunt in Taipei!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-2721618581178659290</id><published>2007-10-21T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:55:48.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy day!!</title><content type='html'>      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today when I went online in my msn, I saw my sister online and then she told me that my mom wanted to talk to me and then I talked to my mom using Skype for some two hours. Yesterday I had talked to my mom for twenty minutes and then she left since she got to go and prepare dinner and so today we continue the conversation till we got nothing more to say. I haven't talked to my aunt in Taipei for one month now and so today I called her up and I told her about the job I got into. I then chatted with my cousin in Taipei and then my high school friend, Francis and then my best friend, Agnes. It's like a busy day for me. How I wish I can keep in touch with them everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-2721618581178659290?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/2721618581178659290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=2721618581178659290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/2721618581178659290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/2721618581178659290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-day.html' title='Busy day!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-1795377116500048602</id><published>2007-10-16T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:27:25.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something strange about me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don’t know what happened to me these days. I’m acting strange towards people I know. I don’t want things to become worse before it’s too late. There is emptiness in me that I don’t know when it will disappear and be full. I’m always tensed and get angry very quick on small matters. I know I can change it if I want to and I’m sure I will change. There’s a longing for my best friend, Agnes to call me up. It’s really been a long time now since I last chatted with her online. Everyone is so busy with work that they don’t have any free time for other things. I feel I am busy too since I’ve got to work three days a week. How I wish everything will be smooth and easy going! Hope God will listen to my prayers and make things back to normal. I don’t want to be rude to people around me because that’s not the real me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-1795377116500048602?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/1795377116500048602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=1795377116500048602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/1795377116500048602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/1795377116500048602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/10/emptiness-in-me.html' title='Something strange about me!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-7948842790940304965</id><published>2007-10-14T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T16:48:33.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is having a boyfriend/girlfriend very important when you study in a college (in Taiwan)?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time now. For me, it’s really not very important to have a boyfriend when I’m studying in a college especially in Taiwan. I’ve heard students in our college saying that they need a boyfriend so that their boyfriend can give them a ride whenever and wherever they want to go. In this case, the boyfriend is not really a boyfriend but a driver. When girls heard friends saying how they boyfriend treat them, they felt touched. For example, I’ve heard girls said they’re touched when they heard their friends’ boyfriend preparing fruits for them. After hearing these things, are there anything that girls should become touched so quickly? Then I should say girls are mad and crazy especially in Taiwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-7948842790940304965?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/7948842790940304965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=7948842790940304965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7948842790940304965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7948842790940304965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-having-boyfriendgirlfriend-very.html' title='Is having a boyfriend/girlfriend very important when you study in a college (in Taiwan)?'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-7127442364940074566</id><published>2007-10-13T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T21:12:27.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dietician way of losing weight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was reading an old magazine today and I saw an interesting topic which talks about loosing weight. The right and the healthiest way to loose weight are exercising and eating healthy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;According to dietician, Susan Kleiner, our food should include healthy carbohydrates such as whole grains, fruits and vegetables, beans and nuts. We should also eat protein and the right fats, like omega-3 sources. Kleiner had worked with the NBA team, the Seattle Supersonics, and clients who want to lose weight. She said that they have made the mistake of not eating enough calories, which makes them fatigued and inhibits calorie-burning workouts. Kleiner said that 'weight loss has to be an outcome, not a goal. That way you can more easily see food as fuel, not something you should avoid.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;According to me, I think that we should eat food in small amount and we should make it into four to five small meals a day. People think that if they don’t eat anything for lunch or dinner, they can lose weight. Different bodies function differently, not everyone can lose weight by not eating. As far as exercise is concerned, we should exercise when we have the time and we should not force ourselves to over exercise in order to lose weight because that will make them fatigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think staying healthy is more important than losing weight. As long as the obese people are healthy then it’s not necessary to lose weight but if the obese people are not healthy then they should lose weight because obese people might experience the following symptoms like high blood pressure, High sugar level, osteoporosis, stroke, heart attack and many other problems. Losing weight is important for most people because they think the first impression is the last impression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-7127442364940074566?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/7127442364940074566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=7127442364940074566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7127442364940074566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7127442364940074566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/10/dietician-way-of-losing-weight.html' title='Dietician way of losing weight.'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-3604815217784642100</id><published>2007-10-12T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:39:57.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My loving Grandma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone on earth will die one day or the other. There is no one on earth who can live forever. My loving grandma left the earth on 28th June. I know she has been ill since February but I didn't know that she would leave the world so soon. My cousin and I reached India on 1st July and we were just in time for my grandma's funeral ceremony. When I reached home from the airport, I can see everyone's sad face and bulging eyes. We reached home at around 2:30 am in the morning and we have to get up from bed at 5:30 am to go to the place where the funeral ceremony would be held. We quickly have our breakfast and reached the place and that's the first and last time I saw my grandma's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, before leaving India, I told my grandma that don't worry I'll go back to meet them during the Chinese New Year. When I wanted to go back, my dad and my aunt told me not to go back. If I had gone back then I wouldn't regret now. There are times when I find my grandma so annoying since she keeps blabbing about things and all. When I recalled the days spent with her, her blabbing is nothing, it's only a small thing. My grandma never says no to anyone when they needed her help. She is always there to teach and help them. I know how it feels to loose our near and dear ones but I am also lucky to have born with such nice grandma from whom we can learn a lot of things. There are lots more things about my grandma. May be I' ll write it in blog some other times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-3604815217784642100?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/3604815217784642100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=3604815217784642100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3604815217784642100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3604815217784642100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-loving-grandma.html' title='My loving Grandma!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-7175763275613935739</id><published>2007-10-10T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:53:04.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My senior high classmates and friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/RxttB5Ia02I/AAAAAAAAABo/ATmXGj7xWXA/s1600-h/dan+n+mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/RxttB5Ia02I/AAAAAAAAABo/ATmXGj7xWXA/s400/dan+n+mel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123808880347501410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/RxttB5Ia02I/AAAAAAAAABo/ATmXGj7xWXA/s1600-h/dan+n+mel.jpg"&gt;When I recall the days back in senior high school, many people come into my mind. The one on the right is Francis and on the left is Daniel. They are both my senior high school friends and classmates. I have known Daniel since junior high school and then know Francis in senior high school. I should say that both of them are the most handsome boys in our school. Many girls are after them. (I guess I am one of them.. hahaha….) They are both easy going and friendly to talk to and I should consider myself to be one of the luckiest people since we are studying in the same class. They are both hakka like me and have the same historic background. Francis had always wanted to study in Australia and he made it. He is now in Australia studying and at the same time working too. Daniel came with me to Taiwan and this year he got into Ming Chuan University. Though we are far away from one another, we still keep in touch with each other using msn to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-7175763275613935739?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/7175763275613935739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=7175763275613935739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7175763275613935739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7175763275613935739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-senior-high-classmates-and-friends.html' title='My senior high classmates and friends!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/RxttB5Ia02I/AAAAAAAAABo/ATmXGj7xWXA/s72-c/dan+n+mel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-664653953804934226</id><published>2007-10-09T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:08:06.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day at work in a cram school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is my first day at work in a cram school. Before I left for work I was a bit nervous, didn't know how I will performed and whether the teacher present there are easy to talked to or not. When I reached there, the teacher welcomed me and explained to me the rules and regulations of the cram school and what are the classes I would be teaching that day. I did what I was told and I did all my work according to the instruction given to me. After an hour or so, I feel relaxed and not nervous any more. Though there are two sets of classes with sixteen students each, I still handled the class very well but I have one problem. That is to remember the names of all the thirty two students. Working in a cram school is not as tiring as working in a restaurant. It's more relaxing and comfortable. I want to thank God for hearing my prayers and giving me the opportunity to work in a cram school to have work experienced before I stepped out of college. I'll keep people updated with my work and daily life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-664653953804934226?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/664653953804934226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=664653953804934226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/664653953804934226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/664653953804934226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-day-at-work-in-cram-school.html' title='First day at work in a cram school!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-8544429586375662174</id><published>2007-10-07T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:44:03.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm very happy today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    When I was washing my clothes at around eight in the evening, I heard Phoebe calling me and she quickly gave me my cell phone. It was the call from the cram school. The teacher called to ask me if I can start my work from next Tuesday. The moment I heard the news, I was a bit stunned and didn't know what more to say then I told her that I can start my work from next Tuesday. I was so nervous while talking to her that I even forgot to tell her thank you. I quickly went online and told my sister to tell my dad and mom about this good news because I've always wanted to earn some pocket money and also to learn some work experienced. I think this is a good start for me. I have to perform well in the cram school. I'm too happy that I wanted to share the good news with people around me. I think my mom and dad and my family are very happy for me since I got the kind of job I wanted to have. I want to tell people that praying and having faith in God is also important because it had really helped me a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-8544429586375662174?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/8544429586375662174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=8544429586375662174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/8544429586375662174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/8544429586375662174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-very-happy-today.html' title='I&apos;m very happy today!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-3556024194781714788</id><published>2007-10-06T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:28:39.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first experience of Typhoon in Taiwan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my first experienced of typhoon in Taiwan. When I woke up at five in the morning to visit the toilet, I saw that it was so windy outside but didn't realize that typhoon had already started. I was still feeling sleepy and its Saturday today so I went back to sleep. When I woke up at twelve p.m., I can hear those scary noises of the winds and it started to rain a bit then we decided to go to 7Eleven to buy something to eat both for lunch and for dinner. We went out though the typhoon is very strong. We went quickly and brought our lunch and dinner and didn't go out any more. We were inside the room from noon till night and through our windows we saw many people's umbrella being blown away and could also see some boys using their full strength to ride their bicycle in such typhoon day. We learned a lesson that when he heard the news that typhoon is hitting the next day; we should buy enough eatables the day before so that we don't have to experience such typhoon again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-3556024194781714788?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/3556024194781714788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=3556024194781714788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3556024194781714788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3556024194781714788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-experience-of-typhoon-in.html' title='My first experience of Typhoon in Taiwan!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-5880813402128754285</id><published>2007-10-03T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:12:22.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An unbearable headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Nowadays I get headache very easily. I guess it's because there are too many homework and things to do that I get tensed. Today I didn't attend the writing class because after class at 10, I am already feeling dizzy and don't feel like going to the big hall to hear speeches and also to see the President of our University gave away the certificate to all the first, second and third rank holder of different departments. I kept myself awake by talking to people besides me but after 12 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;      I really couldn't bear the headache anymore and so I decided to go to my dormitory and I wrote a letter to the professor telling him I would not be able to attend class today and I told him the reasons behind it too. I had to eat my lunch because I need to take medicines and so I brought my lunch before coming back to the dormitory. I quickly had my lunch and took my medicines and went to bed. Though I was in bed, I was not asleep but I just kept my eyes closed so that I don't feel so tired. I started to feel better from 5 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;      I really hope this kind of headache would not occur again. It was really an unbearable headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-5880813402128754285?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/5880813402128754285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=5880813402128754285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5880813402128754285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5880813402128754285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/10/unbearable-headache.html' title='An unbearable headache'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-129144711360914595</id><published>2007-10-02T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:18:10.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  I had a hard time deciding what courses I should opt for this semester and how it would help me in future. By looking at the courses name, it sounds like they are interesting but I was very afraid that the courses are taught fully in Chinese and I would be having a hard time to understand it. I feel that there are many decisions in life. If you make one wrong decision in life then you will have to regret it throughout your life. We should always think twice before taking any decision in life so that you won't have a chance to regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-129144711360914595?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/129144711360914595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=129144711360914595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/129144711360914595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/129144711360914595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/10/taking-decisions.html' title='Taking decisions'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-3467304319018680892</id><published>2007-10-01T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:42:14.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrated Moon festival in Chia Yi</title><content type='html'>We had holidays on last Monday and Tuesday on account of Moon festival. I didn't go to Taipei to my aunt's place to celebrate Moon festival with her but instead I went to Chia Yi to stay at Eve's place. On Sunday afternoon Eve's mom came to pick her and I. I had a great time in Eve's place. Her mom treated me very nice. She made me feel at home. She also cooked delicious food for us. On Monday afternoon, Eve took me to the market in Wen Hua Street. We visited many shops but didn't buy anything since we didn't found what we wanted to buy. We decided to take the 5:40 p.m. bus to go home but we didn't know that suddenly it started to rain heavily and there were thunder and lightning too. Her mom was so worried about both of us that she drove her car to the market to pick us up and then we went home and had a warm dinner. On Tuesday morning, Eve drive her sister's car and took me and her brother to her grandmother's place. We had a great lunch there and we also enjoyed singing karaoke. We went back to Eve's house afterwards and then her mom drove us back to the dormitory. This is my first Moon festival in Chia Yi with Eve and her family members. I will always remember this day. Thank You Eve for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-3467304319018680892?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/3467304319018680892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=3467304319018680892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3467304319018680892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3467304319018680892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/10/celebrated-moon-festival-in-chia-yi.html' title='Celebrated Moon festival in Chia Yi'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-4264729310394713057</id><published>2007-09-28T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:11:39.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream since childhood</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to go to Canada. There are many reasons why I want to go there. First of all, my grand parents and all my aunts and uncles are there and second, my childhood best friends are there. It's my dream in childhood to go to Canada. I've always dream of the nice place in Canada. The CN Tower and the tall buildings and the snow man I'll be making during winter's snowfall. I still remember when my best friends just went there; they wrote a letter to me telling me how beautiful Canada looks and how much they enjoy living in Canada. From that time, I have made it my dream to visit Canada one day or the other. I'll use all possible means to visit my family and friends out there. I believe there is nothing impossible unless we try to achieve it. Hope my dreams come true!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-4264729310394713057?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/4264729310394713057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=4264729310394713057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/4264729310394713057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/4264729310394713057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/10/dream-since-childhood.html' title='Dream since childhood'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-8797177572001992097</id><published>2007-06-10T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T16:46:49.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hobbies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;         I guess I don't have many hobbies like others have. My hobbies is cooking delicious food for my family, singing along with my sisters, playing computer games, surfing the Internet, going shopping with friends and mom. When I was back in India, I like to cook delicious food for my family. I like inventing new food with my mom. I enjoyed inventing new food and cooking Thai, Indian, and Hakka food. That's what we normally eat at home. But, when I came to Taiwan there is no kitchen for me to cook and so I cannot cook for myself, instead I have to eat outside food which is not as healthy as home cooked food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;       I like singing all types of song, be it Chinese, English gospel or pop or any songs that's good to my ears. I feel music can help me a lot, especially when I am off mood. I listen to music and I find while listening to music, I am in my own world. I like that kind of feelings. Playing computer games and browsing the Internet is what nowadays people do. I browse the net searching for latest songs and their lyrics. I like to browse my friend's pictures and read blogs of my friends. Shopping is girl's favorite. Girls just cannot live without shopping for hours. I find myself shopping less in Taiwan because I don't like the clothes here much. I like simple and comfortable clothes. Comfort is the most important thing I look for as far as clothes are concerned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-8797177572001992097?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/8797177572001992097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=8797177572001992097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/8797177572001992097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/8797177572001992097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-hobbies.html' title='My hobbies!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-7829814795632985048</id><published>2007-06-09T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:06:51.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon boat festival!!!</title><content type='html'>         &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Every year for Dragon boat festival, my granny would make zhung zi. Inside the zhung zi, we have rice, beans and marinated pork. We use leaves of one kind of plant to make zhung zi. I don't know how to make zhung zi because we have to make it ito diamond shape and it's not easy to make. My granny makes it every year and it is really tasty. This year not only I, but all the people at home will miss my granny's hand made zhung zi because she is sick and is in bed and could not move her body. So, this year my mom is making zhung zi for everyone at home. It will taste the same but it won't look the same like that made by my granny. On Wednesday I got to have a taste of Taiwan's zhung zi and I don't like it much because it is not that tasty and it doesn't contain beans. Those beans are available only in India and in some foreign country. I've heard that it’s available in Taipei but it is very costly compare to the price sold in India. I can eat nice and tasty zhung zi only when I am in India. I don't know how long I will be missing it, but I can control myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-7829814795632985048?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/7829814795632985048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=7829814795632985048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7829814795632985048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7829814795632985048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/06/dragon-boat-festival.html' title='Dragon boat festival!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-8073181348133793550</id><published>2007-06-09T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:43:29.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's activity!!</title><content type='html'>    &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Yesterday I woke up quite early and then the first thing I did early in the morning is switch on my notebook and log in to my msn and yahoo. When I sign in, after few minutes I saw my sister online and so I chatted with her for a while and then talked to my dad and mom using skype. I am talking to my mom after a week or two and as for my dad; it's been months since I last talked to him. I feel quite good to talk to my mom and dad early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;             At 12 o'clock, I saw Samantha and Sara online, so I asked them if they would like to go and have their lunch with me or not and they said ok, and sothe  three of us went to our university's canteen to have lunch. After lunch, three of us just sat near the lunch table and chatted for a while. Then Samantha and I went to buy drinks and that time we saw five foreigners buying drinks too. Some of the boys were helping out to ask what they would like to buy and when the boys left, no one was there to help them, so I volunteered and talked to them for a while. All the five foreigners thanked me for helping them out. At times I feel it's really nice to help people when I can be of any help to them.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                Then we went back to our own room. The moment I entered the room, I switched on my notebook again to see which friend of mine is online and was online searching for information related to the reports I have to write. After looking at so many articles, I feel so sleepy and then I climbed up to my bed and took one of the books I borrowed from the library to read in my bed. After reading few pages, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was again in front of my notebook. When its time for dinner, Samantha and I walked outside our university to have our dinner. After dinner, we came back to our room again and I am again in front of my notebook. This time I saw my aunt online and so I talked to her in msn and chatted with my friend and then I went to have my bath. After bath I sat down to watch a film called “BIG FISH.” One of my roommates lends me the cds to watch and so I watched the movie. It's quite a good movie and I like it. This is how I spend my day yesterday. Guess I am near my notebook all the time. This proves that I cannot live without my notebook. Hahahaha….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-8073181348133793550?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/8073181348133793550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=8073181348133793550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/8073181348133793550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/8073181348133793550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/06/yesterdays-activity.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s activity!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-4249264254806634690</id><published>2007-06-08T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:16:25.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going crazy!!!</title><content type='html'>         &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It's been a tiring week for me. Though we don't have much class, it's just that my bones ache so much these days. It aches so much that I can't help it and have to sleep early without completing my homework. It's really a week that I hate because on top of all those assignments and homework, my bones are aching badly. I don't know whether I should be happy or sad since I will be visiting Taipei next week during the Duan Wu festival. There are so many reports to submit next week and so many impossible things to do that I should make it possible. I find it really tough to make impossible things possible. Anyways, I will try my best. That's all I can say! I am indeed going crazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-4249264254806634690?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/4249264254806634690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=4249264254806634690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/4249264254806634690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/4249264254806634690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/06/going-crazy.html' title='Going crazy!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-5875000786440845668</id><published>2007-06-07T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T09:24:29.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A class outing</title><content type='html'>     &lt;span&gt;  Last Friday, almost all the students in our class went to Jian Hu Shan. It's organized by one of our teachers. It's a half an hour journey from our university and we all went there by a bus rented by one of our teachers. In Jian Hu Shan, there are many exciting rides people can take. There are kids world too. Some rides are dangerous, but I and my friends have the courage to take those dangerous rides and we all enjoyed it, though its scary, we just screamed all the way. Hahaha…. Its my first time to visit such places in Taiwan and I really enjoyed it, especially when we are in a group, its lot more interesting. Hope to visit these places again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-5875000786440845668?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/5875000786440845668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=5875000786440845668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5875000786440845668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5875000786440845668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/06/class-outing.html' title='A class outing'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-4959904803369623191</id><published>2007-05-30T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:01:57.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiredness!!!</title><content type='html'>    &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Nowadays, I feel my mind is not functioning properly. I know I should see a doctor as soon as possible, but there is something that's stopping me and I don't know what it is. These days my eyes just pain like hell. I don't know why. Is it because of the hot weather that is making me feel so tired these days? I feel I cannot concentrate much in class and cannot sleep well at night too. I don't want to lead a miserable life like this. I don't understand what some of the teacher wants us to do. They asked us to do things that are impossible and tough. Don't know what to do now… so many works undone and so many things bugging me now. Hope God will give me the wisdom to study and do my work properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-4959904803369623191?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/4959904803369623191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=4959904803369623191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/4959904803369623191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/4959904803369623191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/tiredness.html' title='Tiredness!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-4908501487961152668</id><published>2007-05-27T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:05:20.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid he!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what he was thinking when I called him. He might think I am after him or something like that because I called him so many times. He might think I love him. Whatever he thinks, he is wrong. I don't have any good feeling for him. He is just a person whom I have met months ago. When I called him for some help, he said he would help me out and when I called him again, he said he is busy and when I called him the next time, he didn't pick up the phone. What does he think of himself? A handsome guy?? Frankly speaking he is not handsome and I am not blind to fall for a guy like him. I have no plans in patching up with guys in Taiwan because there will be loads of communication problem since the language we speak are different. I guess he is in his twenties and I find him very stupid and childish. When will the boys in Taiwan grow up?? Just can't stand their childishness..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-4908501487961152668?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/4908501487961152668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=4908501487961152668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/4908501487961152668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/4908501487961152668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/stupid-he.html' title='Stupid he!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-214449677386124466</id><published>2007-05-26T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T14:19:07.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot, hot and hot....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Don't know why the temperature is so high in Yun Lin. Yesterday and day before yesterday and today the temperature is high. I know its summer now and so definitely it will be hot. How I wish we have air conditioner in our dormitory! In that case we can at least live in our dormitory happily and concentrate on our studies better. It's so hot that I can't concentrate on my studies and work and the sun is at its highest these days that I don't feel like going out. Once you stepped out, you are almost half wet. Day before yesterday, I went outside our university to buy fresh fruits. I cycled there, and when I reached there I was almost half wet. I know that sweating is good for our body but too much sweating makes us stink and I hate that. Hope we have air conditioner in our dormitory next semester! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-214449677386124466?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/214449677386124466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=214449677386124466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/214449677386124466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/214449677386124466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/hot-hot-and-hot.html' title='Hot, hot and hot....'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-9040334257921245466</id><published>2007-05-23T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:47:15.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never know!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I never know that life is full of ups and downs until I was in my high school.&lt;br /&gt;I never know that you'll change so fast in a short span of time.&lt;br /&gt;I never know that I'll not be abe to live without you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I never know that sometimes I can dream of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I never know that  we'll have to part  so fast when we have just started our relation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I never know that we will be far from one another.&lt;br /&gt;I never know that we will be in a different country now.&lt;br /&gt;I never know that we will hardly see each other online.&lt;br /&gt;I never know that we will have to face so many different kinds of people around us.&lt;br /&gt;I never know that we will miss each other so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There are  so many things I'll never know until I experience it. There are many things yet to be known by me  soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-9040334257921245466?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/9040334257921245466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=9040334257921245466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/9040334257921245466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/9040334257921245466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/never-know.html' title='Never know!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-3598755654926760604</id><published>2007-05-23T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:29:27.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I living in a university's dormitory??</title><content type='html'>         &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are times I feel like I am not living in a dormitory but in a mental asylum. My classmates are so noisy that I am having problem sleeping. They don't want to sleep and they won't let others sleep too. They talk and laugh so loud that they don't care if others will get disturbed or not. They have got such loud and shrill voice that it's sometimes scary. They don't care a shit about others. When I try to sleep early, they don't let me to. In that case, I get lack of sleep and as a consequence I fall asleep in class. I want to live a normal life. Why don't these people let me live happily or at least peacefully? Today I came to know that I'll have to live with them again next semester. I don't want to live with them anymore because one experience is enough and I don't need a second one. I wish God will hear my prayers and help me out. I'll leave this decision to God then&lt;/span&gt;.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-3598755654926760604?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/3598755654926760604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=3598755654926760604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3598755654926760604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3598755654926760604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/am-i-living-in-universitys-dormitory.html' title='Am I living in a university&apos;s dormitory??'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-7379817519131111950</id><published>2007-05-20T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:29:54.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Almighty!!</title><content type='html'>      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know what I am up to these days. I don't know why people have to force me to do things that I don't like to do. Why don't people give me my own space? Why don't they let me live happily? Why do I feel so pressurized? Is this what we called life? Is this the life everyone should live? Did I feel like this before when I was back in India?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Only one person can tell me the answer to each and every of my above question, and He is God, the almighty. Whenever I am in trouble, I just pray to God and He always help me solve my problems. I don't know without Him, what will happen to me. I thank God for everything He has done for me and He has provided me with. Without Him I will be suffering now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-7379817519131111950?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/7379817519131111950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=7379817519131111950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7379817519131111950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7379817519131111950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/almighty.html' title='The Almighty!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-85533645446565318</id><published>2007-05-18T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:22:30.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies week!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Yesterday night I was about to write my blog when suddenly something stop me from writing. Can you guess what is it?? I guess you won't be able to guess it out. It's my mood. When I signed in to my blog and clicked new post and try to write something about what I did yesterday, I started to feel as if I have nothing much to write when I have so much to. Yesterday the weather was really hot and so my friends and I decided to go to the eight floors in the library to watch movie. Yesterday we watched 'Offbeat,' It's a nice movie and I guess it’s not suitable for children below 18 years old. Hahahahaah…So you have to be 18 years old to watch this movie. Today in the morning, the weather was hot and we went to the library again and we watched two and a half movies… the first one we watched is called 'Betty Fisher,' the second one is called 'The Emperor's Club' and the third one that is the half movie is called 'The Green Mile.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We didn't get to finish watching 'The Green Mile' last week and so we finished watching it today. I know people will think we are mad that we watched so many movies everyday. Let's see which movie we will be watching tomorrow. I guess it's our movies week. 'The Green Mile’ and 'The Emperor's Club' is a great movie. I find that I have watched those two movies before but I didn't have much idea about it when I first see the name of the movie and after watching few scenes of it, I realized I have watched those movies before. I recommend you all to watch these two movies because it's worth watching and both are great movies. I will let you know more about the movies I watched these days… till then have patience reading my blog. Hahahah….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-85533645446565318?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/85533645446565318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=85533645446565318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/85533645446565318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/85533645446565318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/movies-week_18.html' title='Movies week!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-3659194629215766063</id><published>2007-05-17T06:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T06:20:42.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just couldn't sleep well!!</title><content type='html'>          &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday I slept at 11 o' clock and then it was too hot in my room that I woke up at  3:30 am in the morning and couldn't go back to sleep again. I try to get an eight hour sleep or at least six hours sleep every day, but I couldn't do so because of this hot weather. It makes me feel sick. When can I get a good sleep?? I guess I won't get any good sleep until this year second semester end. Why is it that our dormitory doesn't have elevator and air conditioner in the room? Without good sleep, how can students attend class well?? Most students will doze off to sleep in class because they didn't sleep well, I do doze off to sleep in some class when I am really dead tired. Hope the university's management will look into all these problems and help solve it. For me, it's really tiring and painful to attend class without a good sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-3659194629215766063?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/3659194629215766063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=3659194629215766063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3659194629215766063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3659194629215766063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-couldnt-sleep-well.html' title='Just couldn&apos;t sleep well!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-7135807803839519155</id><published>2007-05-16T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:05:35.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a0.vox.com/6a00b8ea06741adece00c2251d78c88e1d-500pi"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a0.vox.com/6a00b8ea06741adece00c2251d78c88e1d-500pi" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday we didn't have our history class at 1 o'clock because the teacher has some work to do. Most of the students in our class went to the eighth floor of our university's library to watch movies. I went with some of our classmates and since we are five of them and so we can use one room to watch the movie. We watched 'The Phantom of the Opera,' I've heard people say the movie is good, especially when they communicate to each other by singing and not by talking. The Phantom of the Opera is also available in novels. People who want to read about the story can read it and also watch it in movie. My classmates chose this movie and we five sat comfortably in that small theatre room. I like the most in this movie is the way they communicate with each other by singing in their sweet voice and the song 'The Phantom of the Opera'  is a nice one too. Both the actor and the actress have a good face cut and physique. How I wish I can sing as well as the people in the movie sang. At last, I watched this movie. People who did not watch it yet please go ahead and watch it. I guarantee you will like it and would not regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-7135807803839519155?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/7135807803839519155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=7135807803839519155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7135807803839519155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7135807803839519155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/phantom-of-opera.html' title='The Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-579561710794223663</id><published>2007-05-14T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:52:41.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/RkiFszahEDI/AAAAAAAAABE/TZfST6MeiWA/s1600-h/chappati.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/RkiFszahEDI/AAAAAAAAABE/TZfST6MeiWA/s400/chappati.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064444785740288050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I know I should loose some extra pounds. In order to loose some weight, I need to follow a strict and healthy diet but it's not easy to maintain a healthy diet when I am staying in a dormitory. When I was at home, I follow some healthy diet by eating self made wheat bread which is called '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt;'  in India. I eat minimum amount of meat and eat loads of green vegetables and fresh salad. My fresh salad includes cabbage, cucumber, onion, carrot, coriander, lemon juice, some salt and sugar. I don't use mayonnaise in my salad because mayonnaise is fattening. At home I cut down on my intake of rice because eating rice can make people fat and so I eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast, lunch and dinner. At times I would eat noodles instead of rice because noodles contains less carbohydrates. People get fed up eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; everyday, but I don't. Instead I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; more than the bread available in the market. My self made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; is free from preservatives and does not include baking powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               After I came to Taiwan I didn't get to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; because I don't have a kitchen where I can cook for myself everyday. So everyday we have to eat at the food stall or small restaurants. I know eating outside is not as healthy as cooking it myself. I really miss cooking. How I wish I have a kitchen of my own! In that way, I can eat healthy and stay fit and loose some extra pounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-579561710794223663?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/579561710794223663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=579561710794223663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/579561710794223663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/579561710794223663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/diet.html' title='Diet!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/RkiFszahEDI/AAAAAAAAABE/TZfST6MeiWA/s72-c/chappati.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-8947243491988099047</id><published>2007-05-13T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:45:08.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are babies so cute??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/RkctJzahECI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fXDTnH_EWjs/s1600-h/031212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/RkctJzahECI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fXDTnH_EWjs/s400/031212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064065952444911650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Whenever I see few months old babies, I feel like holding them because they are just so sweet and adorable. I just love babies. When I was a kid, my dream in future was to be a babysitter, to look after them with care, give them bath, take them for a walk, and dress them up in their cute little clothes. I've got many siblings at home and being the eldest I have to look after the young ones and so I enjoy spoon feeding them and looking after them. I used to take my siblings out for a walk outside our house everyday. When I recall it now, I really miss it a lot, When I was in Taipei, every time when I go out with my aunt and when I see  cute little babies, I would say " the baby is so cute and I want to hold them" and my aunt's reply would be “Why don't you get married soon and have a child of your own?"  and I would just laugh away and tell her I will get married when the time has come… babies are cute that's why I love them…Babies looks more cute when they learn how to walk and talk and do funny things that makes people laugh. How I wish I can find a babysitting job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-8947243491988099047?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/8947243491988099047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=8947243491988099047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/8947243491988099047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/8947243491988099047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-are-babies-so-cute.html' title='Why are babies so cute??'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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/_oAy6gp5n6Kc/RkctJzahECI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fXDTnH_EWjs/s72-c/031212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-5101615784030305596</id><published>2007-05-10T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:17:32.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't know why it always happens to me????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I really don't know why I couldn't sleep every time when I had tea or coffee. Yesterday there was a buy one gets one free offer in Han Teng drinks shop. So after class at 3:30 pm , Ellie and I went to buy drinks because I was feeling so thirsty and it's also a great offer, in that case we can save 10NT$ on one drink. I brought oolong tea with bubbles and Ellie brought red tea with bubbles. I finished drinking my tea and bubbles before 5 pm and then Ellie asked me out to have dinner with her in our university's canteen at 5:20 pm. After having dinner, Ellie got to attend her Spanish class and she didn't finished her red tea with bubbles yet, so she gave her tea to me and asked me to finished drinking it for her since she needs to attend class and she is feeling so full that time. She kept on asking me to drink it and so I accept it and I finished drinking it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Red tea and bubbles was so strong that when I went to sleep at 1:30 am, I couldn't sleep. I lay in bed till 3 am and still can't sleep and so I came down from my bed and played free cell game and other games till 5 am in the morning. I can't type also because one of my roommates gets disturbed very fast. Then I force myself to get some sleep since we need to go sweeping floors at 7 am in the morning. I then went to bed but still couldn't sleep and lie for another few minutes and fell asleep soon. I slept for some half hour and then woke up to get ready because I don't want to be late. I didn't feel asleep in the morning class, but fell asleep in the second period of psychology class. I decided not to drink so much tea and coffee, because it will ruin my health and make my dark circles darker. This isn't the first time, it had happened many time before too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-5101615784030305596?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/5101615784030305596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=5101615784030305596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5101615784030305596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5101615784030305596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-know-why-it-always-happens-to-me.html' title='Don&apos;t know why it always happens to me????'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-5436210998036126350</id><published>2007-05-09T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:05:26.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's day!!</title><content type='html'>          &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     Last year I missed celebrating mother's day with my mom, because she was in Canada to meet my granny. This year, it's me who is far away from home. I never knew  that I will be missing so many years of mother's day celebration with my mom.  Hope I can      celebrate mother's day with my mom next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           My mom had always been my guide and she is my best friend too. We share a lot of secrets together.There is nothing kept unknown between my mom and I. W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;hen I was in India, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I ride my mom to the market everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We both enjoy going shopping together. She always asks me if the clothes look nice or not before buying them. She won't buy anything without asking me. She had always stood by me through thick and thin. She had always been by my side when I needed her the most. There are times when I do get angry with her on small problems, but now when I come to think of it, I feel I shouldn't be angry with her because she had done many things for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I thank my mom for giving birth to me, because she had to undergo so much pain. I thank her for teaching me how to walk and talk. Without her, I wouldn't have stood on my feet and walk. I thank her for the food she cooked for me, for the clothes she brought for me and I thank her for everything. She had done so much for me in these nineteen years. She never complained about what she does for me and so I should also not complain about anything. Being the eldest in the family, there are a lot of burden on my shoulder to leave the family since I have so many siblings at home and since I insist leaving, so I should not regret that I left home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I will always cherish each and every second spend with my mom. Moms are the best. We should always love our mom and thank her for everything she did for us. Anyways mom, I just want to wish you Happy Mother's day in advance. Don't worry mom, I'll remember to call and talk to you. Love you always, my sweet and loving mom. You really are the best.!! Missing you so much!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Muaahhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mommmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-5436210998036126350?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/5436210998036126350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=5436210998036126350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5436210998036126350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5436210998036126350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s day!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-3988931176096315541</id><published>2007-05-08T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:08:20.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was realy a GREAT day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;     I never knew I can be so happy when I am with Phoebe and Ellie. Both of them rocks, they made my day a happy one from morning till night. We three are just like Charlie Angel's making our moves together and we talk all craps and we laugh like anything. Ellie likes to hear me talk some of the words in Chinese and she would laugh her ass out after hearing it. I know my Chinese is not so fluent like people over here, but I feel as far as I can communicate with people, its okay. No one is perfect in this world, but practice makes a man perfect. So I believe in practicing to talk more in Chinese so I can improve myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I feel yesterday was a lucky day, may be it's because I am with a new group now. Met and talked to someone whom I've not met for a month. I met that someone early in the morning yesterday and it makes me feel nice. I've never thought we will meet again. Lucky group will surely bring me good luck. Good friends are really hard to fine. When I am with Phoebe and Ellie, I feel like I am back in India, because we just talk everything and anything. There is nothing kept unknown between us. Hope to be friends forever. (cross my fingers) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-3988931176096315541?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/3988931176096315541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=3988931176096315541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3988931176096315541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3988931176096315541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-was-realy-great-day.html' title='Yesterday was realy a GREAT day!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-2942365254287922209</id><published>2007-05-07T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T01:20:04.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song to sing when you are happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're happy and you know it clap your hands, clap, clap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're happy and you know it clap your hands, clap, clap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're happy and you know it and you really want to show it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if you're happy and you know it clap your hands, clap, clap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're happy and you know it tap your toes, tap, tap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're happy and you know it tap your toes, tap, tap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're happy and you know it and you really want to show it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if you're happy and you know it tap your toes, tap, tap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're happy and you know it click your fingers, click, click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're happy and you know it click your fingers, click, click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're happy and you know it and you want to show it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if you're happy and you know it click your fingers, click, click.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're happy and you know it say Amen, Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're happy and you know it say Amen, Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're happy and you know it and you really want to show it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if you're happy and you know it say Amen, Amen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-2942365254287922209?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/2942365254287922209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=2942365254287922209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/2942365254287922209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/2942365254287922209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/song-to-sing-when-you-are-happy.html' title='A song to sing when you are happy...'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-5814686629922031993</id><published>2007-05-07T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:16:16.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not treat people too good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The reason why I said not to treat people too good because its my experience. I've been treating one of my classmates too good that in return what she gives me is just a whole script of bad things about me. If she is brave enough, she can tell me face to face. Guess she doesn't have the guts to, that she has to write it in her blog. For no reason she gets angry with me and stop talking to me. People stop talking to one another for a specific reason, but she is a real exceptional one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            I remember when I go out with other friends and not her, I would ask her if she wants me to buy   her lunch or dinner or not and I would buy it for her. When she goes out with friend or when she already had her dinner, she wouldn't tell me until I ask her. At times she would also buy my dinner IF only  I ask her to, if not she won't ask. There are lots more to say about a friend like this who really deserves a kick on  the ass. I am happy that I don't have to see her face everyday at lunch or dinner time, except in class. I am now as free as a bird. I don't regret for loosing such friend and instead I am happy I see the real her in the first year of college, otherwise God knows how long I've got to suffer. God knows which friends are good and bad for me and I also guess God don't want to see me suffer and so he let me loose one useless and good for nothing friend and gave me two more caring and sweet friends. I thank God for everything he has given me and also for the decision he had made for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-5814686629922031993?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/5814686629922031993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=5814686629922031993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5814686629922031993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5814686629922031993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-not-treat-people-too-good.html' title='Do not treat people too good!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-5833346724799863228</id><published>2007-05-06T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T00:33:25.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great friends to be with!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    I've came across many kinds of people in my life, some good and some bad, some nice and some rude. When I came to Taiwan, I met many kinds of people around me. Some are just cute and sweet and they always care about me and some are just hi and bye friends. I've been close to few of my classmates like Eve, Phoebe and Ellie. I share my problems with them. They are what I say friends that care. I feel happy when I am with them, I can laugh a lot too since they talk things that sounds funny and are funny. I like hanging with them because when I am with them, they made my day a happy one. Nowadays I am mostly with Phoebe and Ellie, because Eve went home and I feel I am very happy when I am with Phoebe and Ellie because they always keep me laughing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Yesterday morning, we went to the eight floors in our university's library to watch a movie called "The Green Mile." Actually it's Phoebe and Ellie's assignment work to watch the movie, since I got nothing to do so I joined them. We didn't finished watching the movie and had to stop because it was 12 o'clock that time and so we planned to watch it again on days when we are free. It's nice to watch movies with friends that are close to me. They are really great friends to be with. Thanks to them these days for buying me my dinner, because these days I feel so tired to go out to have dinner&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-5833346724799863228?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/5833346724799863228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=5833346724799863228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5833346724799863228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5833346724799863228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/05/great-friends-to-be-with.html' title='Great friends to be with!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-7915910906176664708</id><published>2007-04-30T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:03:49.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What hot summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One more exams to go then mid-term examinations are over. It's really been a busy mid-term examination week. Feeling so bored in the dormitory and got no where to go. The weather is so hot; making us feels really uncomfortable with sticky skins. I guess it's the humidity that is too high. How I wish it rain! In that case, the weather will be a bit cool. In this hot weather it's like we are getting baked in a hot oven. We don't have elevator in our dormitory and so everyday we have to climb to the fifth floor on such hot weathers, making us perspire a lot. I hate summer! How I wish its winter now! I prefer to wear warm clothes and catch cold in winter than to have such hot summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-7915910906176664708?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/7915910906176664708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=7915910906176664708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7915910906176664708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7915910906176664708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-hot-summer.html' title='What hot summer!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-5343184524173365060</id><published>2007-04-28T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:15:27.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's are the BEST!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   I got Mom's are the best as a forward message and so I would like to post it in my blog so people can read it and treasure the time spend with their mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                      MOM'S LOVE:&lt;br /&gt;1. When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. You thanked her by crying all night long.&lt;br /&gt;2. When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk. You thanked her by running away when she called.&lt;br /&gt;3. When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love. You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;4. When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons. You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays. You thanked her by plopping into the nearest.&lt;br /&gt;6. When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school. You thanked her by screaming " I'M NOT GOING!"&lt;br /&gt;7. When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball. You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door- neighbor's window.&lt;br /&gt;8. When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice-cream. You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.&lt;br /&gt;9. When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons. You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.&lt;br /&gt;10. When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party after another. You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;11. When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.&lt;br /&gt;12. When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked her by waiting until she left home.&lt;br /&gt;13. When you were 13 years old, she suggested a hair cut. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.&lt;br /&gt;14. When you were 14 years old, she paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;15. When you were 15 years old, she came home from work looking for a hug. You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;16. When you were 16 years old, she taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.&lt;br /&gt;17. When you were 17 years old, she was expecting an important call. You thanked her by being on the phone all night long.&lt;br /&gt;18. When you were 18 years old, she cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;19. When you were 19 years old, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, carried your bags. You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;20. When you were 20 years old, she asked whether you were seeing anyone. You thanked her by saying “It's none of your business.”&lt;br /&gt;21. When you were 21 years old, she suggested some careers for your future. You thanked her by saying “I don't want to be like you.”&lt;br /&gt;22. When you were 22 years old, she hugged you at your college graduation. You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;23. When you were 23 years old, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.&lt;br /&gt;24. When you were 24 years old, she met your fiancé and asked about your plans for the future. You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!”&lt;br /&gt;25. When you were 25 years old, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.&lt;br /&gt;26. When you were 30 years old, she called with some advice on the baby. You thanked her by telling her, "Things are different now.”&lt;br /&gt;27. When you were 40 she called to remind you of a relative's birthday. You thanked her by saying you were  "really busy right now.”&lt;br /&gt;28. When you were 50 years old, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on your HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            IF SHE'S STILL AROUND, NEVER FORGET TO LOVE HER MORE THAN EVER….&lt;br /&gt;     AND IF SHE'S NOT, REMEMBER HER UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND PASS IT ON…  ALWAYS REMEMBER TO LOVE THY LOVING MOTHER, BECAUSE YOU ONLY HAVE ONE MOTHER IN YOUR LIFETIME !!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-5343184524173365060?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/5343184524173365060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=5343184524173365060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5343184524173365060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5343184524173365060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/04/moms-are-best.html' title='Mom&apos;s are the BEST!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015513376032402834.post-9091933846870572376</id><published>2007-04-28T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:25:47.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are times when I really wish I could turn back the hands of time. Time spend with friends in India are really a memorable one. When I were in India, my friends and I meet every day and at times, even after staying at her place for hours, we still talk on the phone for an hour or so. We got so much to talk that we don't feel tired after talking so much. We talk about everything, from fashion to beauty skin care, from girls to boys, from music to movies and also from drinks to food. How I wish I can spend that kind of life now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;       It's really boring in Dou liou, there are no shopping plaza around, no bus to transport around. Everyday we are in the university's dormitory. I'm really fed up of life in Dou liou. There are three and a half more years to graduate from college. It's a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;        How I wish I were in Taipei city! In Taipei, there is no transportation problem, when you step out of your house, you can see buses everywhere. There are many night markets in Taipei too; the night markets there are open everyday while in Dou liou it's open only on Saturday and Wednesday and the only means of transport to go to Dou liou night market is by bicycle, because we don't have motor bike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;         In India I travel around on my motor bike and ever since I came to Taiwan, I didn't ride motor bike. I am missing my motor bike a lot. How I wish I have a motor bike with me now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-9091933846870572376?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/9091933846870572376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=9091933846870572376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/9091933846870572376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/9091933846870572376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/04/wish.html' title='Wish!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-5490795361599396743</id><published>2007-04-23T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:27:24.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concentration!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why can't I concentrate on my studies when it's mid-term week? Is it because my mind suddenly stops functioning when there are things to study? Can anyone tell me what the reason is? I guess no one knows the answer since it is happening to me and not to everyone. I think the reasons why I can't concentrate are because there is too much pressure on my mind and then on top of that my dear granny is in the hospital. I guess those are the two reasons. Thank God that my granny is in a better condition now and so I don't have to worry so much about her. People can have concentration in their studies or on their work only when there is not much things bothering them. How I wish I can concentrate on my studies now! I think the solution to concentrate is to pray to God. Hope that helps!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-5490795361599396743?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/5490795361599396743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=5490795361599396743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5490795361599396743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5490795361599396743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/04/concentration.html' title='Concentration!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-6179573567816945418</id><published>2007-04-17T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:41:06.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's like yesterday we had our last examination. Time really flies! Why do people hate or are afraid of examination? Is it because they are not prepared for the examination or it's just their examination fever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;              Many people have examination fever! Examination fever means when they heard of the word examination, they started to fall sick or become nervous during the examination. I remember feeling so nervous when appearing for my board examination that I almost forgot what I studied. It’s like my mind suddenly stop functioning and it's totally blank, but after sometimes, it comes back to normal. The board examination are not like school's examination, it's the board people who prepared the question paper and send teachers from other schools as proctor to invigilate us when we are having the examination. Our mid-term examination are starting from next week, so I wish I could do my best in all my examination and I don't get nervous. Best of luck to everyone for your examination next week!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-6179573567816945418?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/6179573567816945418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=6179573567816945418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/6179573567816945418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/6179573567816945418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/04/examination-again.html' title='Examination again!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-3231663674203494080</id><published>2007-04-10T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:59:32.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothings gonna change my love for YOU..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The lyrics below are dedicated to someone special, it's also another way to express myself. This is my favorite love song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nothings&lt;/span&gt; Gonna Change My Love For You -Glenn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I had to live my life without you near me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days would all be empty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the nights would seem so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With you I see forever oh so clearly&lt;br /&gt;I might have been in love before&lt;br /&gt;but it never felt this strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our dreams are young and we both know&lt;br /&gt;They'll take us where we want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hold me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;touch me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't want to live without you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nothings&lt;/span&gt; gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oughta&lt;/span&gt; know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can be sure of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nothings&lt;/span&gt; gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oughta&lt;/span&gt; know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;The world may change my whole life through&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nothings&lt;/span&gt; gonna change my love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If the road ahead is not so easy&lt;br /&gt;Our love will lead the way for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like a guiding star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if you should need me&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to change a thing&lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So come with me and share the view&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you see forever too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hold me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;touch me now&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live without you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nothings&lt;/span&gt; gonna change my love for you. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nothings&lt;/span&gt; gonna change my love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;oughta&lt;/span&gt; know by now how much I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One thing you can be sure of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nothings&lt;/span&gt; gonna change my love for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nothings&lt;/span&gt; gonna change my love for you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-3231663674203494080?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/3231663674203494080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=3231663674203494080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3231663674203494080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3231663674203494080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/04/nothings-gonna-change-my-love-for-you.html' title='Nothings gonna change my love for YOU..'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-749413370781155257</id><published>2007-04-09T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:43:03.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable Saturday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Saturday, I met Winnie, my high school friend in Taipei's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lin night market. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lin night market is a night market that is very big and open everyday. We first walk from one street to another, since we don't want to buy anything. After walking for a while, we went to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shop to see what the new released movies are. Then when it was dinner time, we went to a famous hot pot restaurant to eat hot pot. Winnie and I both ate spicy hot pot since both of us like to eat spicy food. Winnie and I met after a long time, so we have so much to talk. We recalled our days in high school and the pranks we played on other students and so on. It was really a memorable Saturday! How I wish we can meet more often and not meet once after two or three months! The next  meeting of ours will be during summer vacation. I am dying to meet her again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-749413370781155257?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/749413370781155257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=749413370781155257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/749413370781155257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/749413370781155257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-saturday.html' title='Memorable Saturday!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-5535582348560953054</id><published>2007-04-05T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T20:41:20.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy to be back in Taipei again!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday I reached Taipei's bus station at 8 pm and when I arrived at my aunt's place, it's already after 9 pm. I waited at the bus station for the bus to my aunt's place for half an hour that's why it took me so long to reach my aunt's place. From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Liou&lt;/span&gt; to Taipei, it took more than 3 hours; it was great to be back in Taipei again! Yesterday, the weather was really cold; actually it was the strong wind that made us feel so cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I arrived at my aunt's place, my aunt was not at home, only my cousins were at home. After I finish eating my dinner, my aunt came back and then I chatted with her for more than an hour or two and then she went to sleep early, because she was not feeling well. The relation between my aunt and me is like mother and daughter relationship. I share almost all my secrets with my aunt. I am really happy that I have a very caring and sweet aunt in Taiwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-5535582348560953054?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/5535582348560953054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=5535582348560953054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5535582348560953054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5535582348560953054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-to-be-back-in-taipei-again.html' title='Happy to be back in Taipei again!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-3459577933219893343</id><published>2007-04-01T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T15:19:01.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six months and ten days now!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been away from home for six months and ten days now. Time really flies. I know in life, one day or the other, I'll have to leave my parents home but I didn't know that I've chosen to leave so early. Sometimes I feel leaving home at an early age is also a good opportunity for me to experience life. I have learned to be more independent and braver now. I've got so many things to do and see in life. I am now looking for a part-time job and hope I get one because I really need to save money and do the things that I have in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-3459577933219893343?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/3459577933219893343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=3459577933219893343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3459577933219893343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3459577933219893343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/04/six-months-and-ten-days-now.html' title='Six months and ten days now!!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-6438290142295406471</id><published>2007-03-29T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T11:40:46.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You mean so much to me!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every day when I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;I see your face in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;When I open my book,&lt;br /&gt;Your face appears before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I always think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so important to me,&lt;br /&gt;I guess you didn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;You are my friend and my other half,&lt;br /&gt;You mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;Without you in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are far away from each other,&lt;br /&gt;Then only I came to know,&lt;br /&gt;How much I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I've never missed you so much before&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will never leave me alone,&lt;br /&gt;I am just too scared to live without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let you know:&lt;br /&gt;How much I care for you!&lt;br /&gt;How much I think of you!&lt;br /&gt;How much I dream of you!&lt;br /&gt;How much I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;And how much I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-6438290142295406471?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/6438290142295406471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=6438290142295406471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/6438290142295406471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/6438290142295406471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-mean-so-much-to-me.html' title='You mean so much to me!!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-7326811772594063343</id><published>2007-03-29T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T10:20:32.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky weeks for me!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week, on Thursday, I caught cold. I don't know how I caught cold in such hot and humid weather. I ate medicines and I recovered slowly. After recovering from cold, I fell ill again on Tuesday morning. Actually on Monday night, I was already feeling unwell and so I went to sleep at ten pm. On Tuesday, don't know which Satan made a spell on me, that I vomit whatever I ate and drink. I didn't attend class on Tuesday because of my ill health and I slept throughout the day till eight thirty pm without having food and water, because I didn't have the appetite to have anything. Even yesterday, I don't have appetite to eat food and when I think of food, I feel like vomiting. Today I am feeling better. Hope God will protect me from all kind of evils and sicknesses. I really don't want to fall sick again. If I fall sick, I cannot attend class and when I cannot attend class, I miss what the teacher teaches in class. I really hate missing classes!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-7326811772594063343?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/7326811772594063343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=7326811772594063343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7326811772594063343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/7326811772594063343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/03/unlucky-weeks-for-me.html' title='Unlucky weeks for me!!!!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-6092986963584851877</id><published>2007-03-24T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T00:28:23.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True friends are hard to find!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's really been more than a year since my best friend, Agnes, and I parted. I met Agnes in grade six, in school. We became best friend from grade seven till now. Our friendship is like some six or seven years old now. Agnes and I always help each other in time of need. We are always there for one another even through thick and thin. We never cheated each other. We always share things with each other and so there is no secret kept unknown between us. Though we are far away from each other, we still share our secrets while chatting online or through mail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I find it really hard to find a true friend in life, but I should say I am lucky to have come across a best friend like Agnes. Then because of some circumstances, we have to part from one another. I know that in order to gain something in life, we have to loose something too. Life itself is not so smooth and most of the time, things won't happen the way we want it to happen. This is 'LIFE.' Though we are far away from one another, but the bond between us are still as strong as it used to be. We were best friend and are best friend and will always be best friend. We are 'BEST FRIEND TILL THE WORLD COMES TO AN END.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Henri &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nouwen&lt;/span&gt; said," When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I totally agree with Henri &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nouwen&lt;/span&gt; that instead of giving advice and solutions or cures, we rather choose to share the pain and touch the wounds with a gentle and tender hand. This is what I did for Agnes and I am proud to say I have done it, even before knowing that Henri &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nouwen&lt;/span&gt; had once  quoted about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-6092986963584851877?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/6092986963584851877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=6092986963584851877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/6092986963584851877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/6092986963584851877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/03/true-friends-are-hard-to-find.html' title='True friends are hard to find!!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-8813952978114192501</id><published>2007-03-24T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:37:21.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's decision is the best!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know why I dream every single day. I always dream of something that could happen in reality, in future. I hardly dream of handsome guys with great physique. Is it that God don't want me to think of handsome guys?? I guess God's thinking and my parents thinking are the same; that is, they want me to put studies as my priority and not falling in love. To think of it, I didn't have plans to fall in love, but sometimes when I hear my roommates talk about the things that their boy friend did for them, I feel so touched and at that time I really wished I had a boy friend too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just hope I will follow what God wants me to do because He always leads us in the right path and His decision is the best. So I should let God tell me when is the right time to fall in love and to dream of handsome guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-8813952978114192501?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/8813952978114192501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=8813952978114192501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/8813952978114192501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/8813952978114192501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/03/gods-decision-is-best.html' title='God&apos;s decision is the best!!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-2485900168585052797</id><published>2007-03-21T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:12:34.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet connection already got blocked for three days now!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is the third day that I am living without Internet connection in my dormitory. I guess people know the reason why my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection is blocked for days. Actually we have a limit in using the dormitory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection, we should not exceed three gigabytes and since I were downloading movies using Foxy, I have exceeded four gigabytes and so it's been locked. I know some people really can not live without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; since they spend their time chatting online, but I don't know how I had lived without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; during these three days.&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection is blocked. The fist time my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection was blocked for more than a week, was during the first semester. I really hoped my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection won't be blocked again, because at times when I really need to contact my sisters or friends, its really inconvenient. I should cheer up because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection will be in store again by tomorrow night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-2485900168585052797?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/2485900168585052797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=2485900168585052797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/2485900168585052797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/2485900168585052797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/03/internet-connection-already-got-blocked.html' title='Internet connection already got blocked for three days now!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-6063714650375913478</id><published>2007-03-12T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:18:02.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do people dream when they sleep? Is it normal to dream every single day? I, myself don't know the answer too। Frankly speaking, I dream every single day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I can still remember what I dreamt and sometimes just can't. Today morning, I was awakened by a dream that really makes me feel alone. It's just a dream of my near and dear ones neglecting me. After I was awakened by the dream, I went to sleep again and again, I had a dream, it's like a continuation of my previous dream. It is really scary and I hope this dream won't turn to be true because some say that dreams sometimes turn out to be true too. Since I am far away from my near and dear one, I really hope my horrible dreams won't ever come true in my life. I just hope I'll be deeply attached to my family and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; you mom and dad and everyone at home... Missing you all too॥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-6063714650375913478?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/6063714650375913478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=6063714650375913478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/6063714650375913478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/6063714650375913478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams !!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-1060601038223326866</id><published>2007-03-09T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:05:03.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to Chia-Yi by train.....</title><content type='html'>I went to Chia-Yi on Friday afternoon by train. I've never been to the train station of Dou LIu before. The reason behind it is that every time when I go to Taipei, I take the bus and not the train and so I didn't get the opportunity to visit the train station. heheheh..... I went to Chia-Yi with one of my classmate. We had a great time window shopping. We just kept on walking from one street to another and visiting one shop after another. I brought some accessories only. I find the accessories in Chia-Yi cheaper than Taipei. I'm looking forward to visit Chia-Yi again. Hope next time we can start off more early and spend more time and see more places clearly. That's the journey to Chia-Yi by train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-1060601038223326866?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/1060601038223326866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=1060601038223326866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/1060601038223326866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/1060601038223326866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-to-chia-yi-by-train.html' title='Went to Chia-Yi by train.....'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-3525527063543641074</id><published>2007-03-06T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T01:13:25.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY aNd SaD dAy!!!</title><content type='html'>You all must be thinking what do I mean by 'happy and sad day.' It's a happy day for me because one of the instructor of our university, lend me his bicycle today  to use for this semester and so from today onwards, I don't have to walk to the DAFL building to attend classes . It's really nice of him. He had always looked after me well, ever since the day I join Yuntech. He always like to make people laugh by the way he talk. He is friendly and caring, but at times he is very serious too. It depends on his mood . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad day for me because suddenly I couldn't log in to my yahoo mail box and go online in my yahoo messenger. I've been using that same yahoo e-mail address for some six or seven years now. I got so many important messages from my beloved friends and from HIM. I really treasure all those mails and I had never ever deleted them. Those mails are really a part of my life. It means so much to me.It's like dooms day for me now... not knowing what to do. Don't even have much concentration to complete my homework. After dinner, approximately at eight p.m., I try logging in to one of my favorite website where I can listen to all the latest hip-hop songs. God knows why, I just can't log in. It really makes me piss off. Thank God! I got Norton antivirus protection to protect my laptop, otherwise, my laptop would be infected. Many people already got their computer infected by virus. So guys and girls, be aware of the virus and protect your computer. If you all don't have any virus protection software, please download it from any other website other than our university's website. The reason why I said not to download it from our university's website is because in the past, whenever I try downloading it, my laptop gets hanged and I have to turn it off from the ON and OFF button directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a small piece of advice to you guys and girls, that's it for now.. peace out!! @&gt; &lt;@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-3525527063543641074?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/3525527063543641074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=3525527063543641074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3525527063543641074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/3525527063543641074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-and-sad-day.html' title='HaPpY aNd SaD dAy!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-5381480023754515806</id><published>2007-03-05T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T00:13:51.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>Today, the usual class routine starts and I guess it will continue till the end of this semester. &lt;br /&gt;     While having the Western Literature class, I felt so sick. Sick in the sense that the room is stuffy because there are just too many students in the classroom and the temperature of the air condition was not adjusted properly. In this case, I really had a tough time listening to what the teacher is talking. It's like I lost my concentration and I felt so restless, not knowing what to do. It was a bit better in the Writing class cos the temperature of the air condition was adjusted. I just wish I won't be facing this kind of problem again cos in the end it's me who is going to suffer if I didn't concentrate in class. That's it for now.. Will keep you all updated soon. bye bye... time for a sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-5381480023754515806?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/5381480023754515806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=5381480023754515806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5381480023754515806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/5381480023754515806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-112265196325831658</id><published>2007-03-05T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T21:29:12.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First English Written Blog!!!!</title><content type='html'>This is my first English written blog or in other words my second blog I created. The first one was a Chinese written blog, created few days ago.I really had a tough time using it cos it's all in chinese and can't understand a shit.It's really tough for me to create the background and post a message since I don't know where and what to click and all. Then atlast,I gave up using that Chinese written blog and thought of using blogspot.com since it was also recommended by one of the American teacher in our University, name Chris. Even before Chris ask us to create blog, I already had a plan in mind to create a blog so that I can jot down my daily activities and the day spend, be it happy or sad. hehehehehe.... ^_^  I am just too happy to have a blog of my own now and I am still learning how to use the blog more conveniently and easily. So from today onwards I'll be jotting down every bits of things I come across everyday..That's it for now... will post more and let you all know more about the life I'm living in Taiwan.heheheh... take care guys.It's time for me to shut my eyes n take rest now.. byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-112265196325831658?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/112265196325831658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=112265196325831658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/112265196325831658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/112265196325831658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-english-written-blog.html' title='First English Written Blog!!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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-4015513376032402834.post-6202543144777472301</id><published>2007-03-05T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T01:31:37.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhAt I LeArNeD fRoM lAsT sEmEsTeR wRiTiNg ClAsS!!!</title><content type='html'># &lt;strong&gt;What did you learn in writing class last semester, and what was new to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ans.  Frankly speaking I already know how to write an essay and all and so I guess nothing was new to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;strong&gt;What do you feel are your strong and weak points in your writing ability in English? Is it grammar, spelling, formatting, or expressing yourself smoothly, or is it something else? Please try to be specific.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ans. I don't think I have any strong points in my writing ability in English, but I do have some weak points, that is I don't have much new ideas and my ideas are simple and not very creative . My thinking ability is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;up to&lt;/span&gt; a certain margin and can't think beyond it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;    I think I do have some spelling mistakes since in India, we use British English and the spellings of some words are different from American English which we use here in Taiwan.I think sometimes I do make silly mistake like tenses n prepositions( didn't do that intentionally).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;strong&gt;Also, give me your thoughts on how this first week of school is going for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ans.  The first week of school is kind of free since most of the teacher just introduce themselves and their subject and talk about the syllabus for the semester. This Semester compulsory subjects are really boring and the time table is hectic, from morning eight am till evening five pm.So I guess the following week, we'll be having a tough time having classes.Anyways this is school life and so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;be busy all the time....no regrets man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015513376032402834-6202543144777472301?l=kimmybabe8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/feeds/6202543144777472301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015513376032402834&amp;postID=6202543144777472301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/6202543144777472301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015513376032402834/posts/default/6202543144777472301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybabe8.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-i-learned-from-last-semester.html' title='WhAt I LeArNeD fRoM lAsT sEmEsTeR wRiTiNg ClAsS!!!'/><author><name>~ FiOnA~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563537164851098854</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>
