<?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-4565968246802714704</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:26:42.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shyangzhi :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565968246802714704.post-7134692104252919325</id><published>2011-03-19T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:48:07.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a recall of my old joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i am gonna share with you guys about this really LAME yet somehow funny joke from shyang zhi. &lt;br /&gt;went to Best to eat our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us ordered ban mien while others ordered western. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ayron started to tell us about the foods content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he said shyang zhi's ban mien had no meat then blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;guess what did shyang zhi said? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mine is make up of WOOD"&lt;br /&gt;*All stares at him*&lt;br /&gt;"Cause it's BAN mien.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhaahahas.. get it?&lt;br /&gt;lame huh! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow whenever I tell this joke now, it's either nobody get it or they don't find it funny anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-7134692104252919325?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7134692104252919325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2011/03/recall-of-my-old-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/7134692104252919325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/7134692104252919325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2011/03/recall-of-my-old-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-5633847647546101458</id><published>2010-08-23T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T07:49:07.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yN_R8JjPDZI/THKKHEzRpYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WQqzSP2N3K0/s1600/13735_248495752024_65217182024_4700988_1290817_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yN_R8JjPDZI/THKKHEzRpYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WQqzSP2N3K0/s320/13735_248495752024_65217182024_4700988_1290817_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508617148380063106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he is Adam Young. I am Adam Yang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-5633847647546101458?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5633847647546101458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-is-adam-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/5633847647546101458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/5633847647546101458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-is-adam-young.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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/_yN_R8JjPDZI/THKKHEzRpYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WQqzSP2N3K0/s72-c/13735_248495752024_65217182024_4700988_1290817_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565968246802714704.post-8035774416849542782</id><published>2010-05-25T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:51:31.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would you rather someone who pretends to care about you or someone who doesn't care about you at all?&lt;br /&gt;I would rather someone who pretends to care about me than someone who doesn't care about me at all. Not everyone are born to be caring people, so if you think that some people are pretending to care about you, unless they are being sarcastic, if not you're saying that everyone are pretending to care about you, then what kind of people are caring people to you? Some people actually try to become caring people, so they are actually not pretending but trying to care about you. So let me rephrase my main point, would you rather someone who tries to care about you or someone who doesn't care about you at all? I would rather someone who tries to care about me than someone who doesn't care about me at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-8035774416849542782?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8035774416849542782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/would-you-rather-someone-who-pretends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/8035774416849542782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/8035774416849542782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/would-you-rather-someone-who-pretends.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-5717783602360964767</id><published>2010-03-29T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:10:52.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when the earth block the sun from the moon is called the solar eclipse, when the moon block the sun from the earth is called the luna eclipse, when the sun block the earth from the moon is called daytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-5717783602360964767?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5717783602360964767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-earth-block-sun-from-moon-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/5717783602360964767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/5717783602360964767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-earth-block-sun-from-moon-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-7005561772549010156</id><published>2010-03-26T03:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:43:47.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>privacy</title><content type='html'>Something that I respect the most is other people's privacy, and I hope that they can also respect mine. Because seriously I dislike busybodies, so what kind of person do I consider him or her a busybody? A person who is overly concern about other people's private business, and it's as simple as that. For example, when you're texting a message in your phone to someone, while the person sitting beside you reading it, like seriously, don't you want to tell that person MYOB, Mind Your Own Business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thessalonians 4:11, that you also aspire to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business, and to work with your own hands, as we commanded you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-7005561772549010156?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7005561772549010156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-that-i-respect-most-is-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/7005561772549010156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/7005561772549010156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-that-i-respect-most-is-other.html' title='privacy'/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-8272170759215803109</id><published>2010-03-23T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T01:24:19.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first love</title><content type='html'>when you love someone, you definitely hope that he or she would love you but you can't force him or her to love you. I have a crush on a girl, and I hope that she will love me but I can't force her to love me, so I guess I have to give up on loving her. God loves us and He hopes that all of us would love Him, but He doesn't force us to love Him and He will never give up on loving us, in fact, one of reason people love God is because He first loved us, it is actually found in a common verse from the Bible,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4:19, we love Him because He first loved us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some people that I can definitely tell that they really love God, in fact, some of them which is actually a group of really love God and is none other than my cell group W279. they have a heart for God, which really impressed me a lot. so I want to encourage all of you to continue to love God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-8272170759215803109?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8272170759215803109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-you-love-someone-you-definitely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/8272170759215803109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/8272170759215803109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-you-love-someone-you-definitely.html' title='first love'/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-4832828212605464329</id><published>2010-03-12T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:07:54.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A manager of a company asked his new employee, "How much do you want your salary to be?" The employee replied, "I want ten thousand dollars monthly, one month's leave every year and a free holiday package!" the manager told him, "I will give you twenty thousand dollars monthly, two months leave and a few holiday packages!" the employee said, "You must be joking!" the manager replied, "Yes, but you started joking first."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-4832828212605464329?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4832828212605464329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/manager-of-company-asked-his-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/4832828212605464329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/4832828212605464329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/manager-of-company-asked-his-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-2232830563927352168</id><published>2010-03-09T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:11:38.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A rich man visits a wise teacher to seek education for his son. after talking, the rich man complained that the fees are too high. "I can buy a donkey with this amount of money!" he said. "If you buy the donkey and forfeits your son's education,, you will have two donkeys" the wise teacher replied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-2232830563927352168?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2232830563927352168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/rich-man-visits-wise-teacher-to-seek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/2232830563927352168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/2232830563927352168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/rich-man-visits-wise-teacher-to-seek.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-1412729116009148272</id><published>2010-03-09T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:11:57.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha and Hehe are brothers. one day, Haha died. at the funeral, Hehe mourned "Haha, you're dead."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-1412729116009148272?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1412729116009148272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/haha-and-hehe-are-brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/1412729116009148272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/1412729116009148272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/haha-and-hehe-are-brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-3596269945687707112</id><published>2010-03-06T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:17:05.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember how my english used to suck a lot, it is real singlish, and even vuglarities, until I started joining a cell group. I didn't say my english improve immediately when I join the cell group, I still spoke singlish and vulgarities, and every time I was being corrected, I learnt and that's how I improved my english. I can even remember there was once I said 'hunted' when I meant 'haunted', and they didn't understand when I was talking about, until I said 'ghost', then they understood what I was talking about, and corrected me, I learnt that it's 'haunted' and not 'hunted'. Then there was once I heard one of my friend said 'hunted' when he meant 'haunted', then it was my turn to correct because I've learnt, I told him it's 'haunted' and not 'hunted', but apparently he didn't care and didn't want to learn. I realised one of my strength, I'm someone who can be taught easily than others, and in fact, it's also one of the reason why I could improved my english. I really want to thank God for the cell group and thank the cell group, W363.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-3596269945687707112?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3596269945687707112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-remember-how-my-english-suck-lot-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/3596269945687707112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/3596269945687707112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-remember-how-my-english-suck-lot-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-8875354602461537140</id><published>2010-02-28T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:21:39.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in the process of changing</title><content type='html'>I am in the process of changing, to become a better person and being able to control my anger. One of my goals for this year is to be able to control my anger. I've been trying to control my anger, and I can say that now I'm able to tolerate with somethings which I can't last time, though there are still something which I can't tolerate, but I try to tolerate with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 10:12, "But I said to you that it will be more tolerable in that Day for Sodom than for that city."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though I'm still in the process of changing, I believe that soon I can say that I have become a better person. I would need all of you to help me because I can't do it by myself, I respect people who can always tolerate, and I would always think that why can't I be just like them, I can't I want to be like them, but I can become a better person which is to become like them and it going to take time, how I wish it's overnight but it's not. I would always regret after I become angry because I don't like to become angry and I don't want to, I regret for all the time I've became angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-8875354602461537140?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8875354602461537140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-in-process-of-changing-to-become.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/8875354602461537140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/8875354602461537140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-in-process-of-changing-to-become.html' title='I am in the process of changing'/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-8685419053071201702</id><published>2010-02-24T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:13:19.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream that I've long ago given up</title><content type='html'>A dream that I've long ago given up, I had a dream, or rather I used to had a dream, which probably most of you all might know, it's a dream that's like the only dream I told you all, if you don't know means I didn't tell you. Anyway, I have given up on it long ago, reason being somebody made me felt that it will never come to pass, it's really like what this song says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see it, the dream I'm dreaming but there's a voice inside said "you'll never reach it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Climb by Miley Cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;I should have tell you all earlier, so that you all will not think that I still have this dream but I was thinking whether should I even tell you all, until finally I've decided to tell you all, I assume that those who I have told know what's the dream. so now I'm telling you all that I've given up on that dream, and I think it's not a bad thing, because I'm going to get a new dream, and of course a new dream that's from God, because He is the God of new things, I'm tell everyone this new dream soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-8685419053071201702?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8685419053071201702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/dream-that-ive-long-ago-given-up-i-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/8685419053071201702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/8685419053071201702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/dream-that-ive-long-ago-given-up-i-had.html' title='a dream that I&apos;ve long ago given up'/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-7601125563827215671</id><published>2010-02-22T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:13:38.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me start off with a fact, but before I say this, correct me if I'm wrong, or if don't mind, or help me to rephrase it. every 0.03 seconds, there are people dying. I was reminded of this fact after what I'm about to tell you that happened, happened.&lt;br /&gt;recently, one of my classmates, his dad just passed away, it was so sudden to him, because few days before the death, his dad was fine, until he was feeling unwell. I have prayed for this classmate of mine.&lt;br /&gt;even though his dad is not related to me, but when I did felt for him, because he's able to let go of his emotion for his dad's death.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't remind of the fact yet, until the exact same thing happened to my family.&lt;br /&gt;and the exact same thing happened to my grandma, she passed away two days ago, and I knew that yesterday, when I was supposed to knew it at the exact same which she passed away, but apparently I did not, it was all my fault, because two days ago I heard my mum's handphone ringing, assuming that my mum heard it and would pick up, and something that's not important, I ignored it, and if pick up the call, my parents would have knew it and already be in Malaysia, for the funeral wake. anyway, when we reached home yesterday, then my mum told me with tears in her eyes, I could also really felt for her. and that's when I was reminded about the fact.&lt;br /&gt;I was born into a family without grandpa, so I really felt that I should appreciate my grandma which was still around, which happens to be the last time I went to Malaysia, when I saw her last time, she was fine, she started feeling unwell the same day she passed away suddenly. this has become the one of my biggest regret of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-7601125563827215671?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7601125563827215671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-me-start-off-with-fact-but-before-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/7601125563827215671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/7601125563827215671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-me-start-off-with-fact-but-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-972684996408685734</id><published>2010-02-19T22:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:25:05.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time flies! Time is so fast! This is the last time that I'm going to complain about this, because no matters how many times you complain about time, nothing is gonna happen, the time is not gonna go back, what is past is past, the only thing you can do is to, stop wasting time and start doing what's worth. I've been wasting my time doing something that's not worth, that's why I need to tell myself to stop wasting my time. However, time being so fast could be a bad or good thing, but the problem is sometimes when you want the time to pass by fast, you'll realize that it pass by slowly, when you want the time to pass by slowly, you'll realize that it pass by fast, seriously, who doesn't want the week to pass by fast and weekend to pass by slow. Time goes fast... slow... slowly, it's very frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;During the few of days of chinese new year, I went to Malaysia to visit my relatives there, time is so fast, even though I was the for three days, it feels like it's all just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, do you all realize something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only got 86400 seconds in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Like We're Dying by Kris Allen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-972684996408685734?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/972684996408685734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-flies-time-is-so-fast-this-is-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/972684996408685734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/972684996408685734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-flies-time-is-so-fast-this-is-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-7576509995239337340</id><published>2010-02-16T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:25:17.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we were the kings and queens of promise</title><content type='html'>I entered this year thinking that I could keep every single promises that I make thoughout the year and not break it, nevertheless, it's not the midyear, and I have started breaking a promise, after breaking the promise, I really felt that I'm a selfish person. I felt really sorry for breaking the promise. Few things that I did wrong, I have broken a promise, I made that promise for a reason, and for this particular reason, I broke that promise. I could still remember the second last day of last year which is the 30th of December, when I was in an overnight prayer meeting, the presence of God wads so strong, I've learnt how to keep my promises, that's when I thought I could enter the new year without breaking every promises that I make in 2010. In fact, promises are never meant to be broken, as I recall, I have heard of a songcalled Kings And Queen by 30 Seconds To Mars, the first line of the chorus goes like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we were the kings and queens of promise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though I don't really know what it means but I think it means we used to keep promise. Well, anyway, I find that line interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-7576509995239337340?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7576509995239337340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-entered-this-year-thinking-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/7576509995239337340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/7576509995239337340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-entered-this-year-thinking-that-i.html' title='we were the kings and queens of promise'/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-5174299504427619596</id><published>2010-02-09T02:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:24:46.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is like a radio</title><content type='html'>"Life is like a box of chocolates ... you never know what you're gonna get."&lt;br /&gt;You may have heard of this quote by Forrest Gump, I kinda agree with that. Life could also like lots of other things, for instance, to me, life is like a radio, most of the time, it plays my favorite songs, but sometimes it plays songs that really sucks, there are some songs that I hear it for the first time, it sound "not use to it" to me, but as I continue hearing it playing for a few times on the radio, I start to find the songs not bad, that's not the main point, the main point is, in life, you might or might not get what you want, you might get somethings that you're not use to it, and slowly you get use to it. When Christians have an opened hearts to receive the Word of God, is like they are turning on their radio receivers and receiving the Word of God, this brought me to an article that I have read from the Festival Of Praise 2008 magazine, the title is called "TURN ON AND TUNE IN", it's by Pastor Tan Seow How, the senior pastor of Heart of God Church, in the article, he talked about spirit-empowered living and praying without ceasing is like turning on our radio receivers and receiving the Word of God, he also talked about some of his past, and like me, he loved listening to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:17 "pray without ceasing."&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 2:8&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 2:14-16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's become naturally God-conscious". I find it interesting which I think you should really read it if you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this, I end off with a quote by me&lt;br /&gt;"life is like a radio."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-5174299504427619596?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5174299504427619596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-like-box-of-chocolates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/5174299504427619596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/5174299504427619596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-like-box-of-chocolates.html' title='life is like a radio'/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-6894482457080548731</id><published>2009-10-07T03:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:22:46.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's Adam's full name? Adamintium.  if you do not know what's Adamintium is watch X-MEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-6894482457080548731?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6894482457080548731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-adams-full-name-adamintium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/6894482457080548731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/6894482457080548731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-adams-full-name-adamintium.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-6415080049920148819</id><published>2009-10-07T03:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T08:12:42.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day, fuji apple and mandarin orange went to the park. Mandarin orange went to the river at the park, he accidentally fell into river, he shouted fuji apple for help, but the fuji apple didn't help him because he couldn't understand mandarin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-6415080049920148819?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6415080049920148819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-day-fuji-apple-and-mandarin-orange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/6415080049920148819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/6415080049920148819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-day-fuji-apple-and-mandarin-orange.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-5429517929820024202</id><published>2009-09-10T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:28:17.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How can you carry an elephant with one hand? The answer is you can never find an elephant with one hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-5429517929820024202?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5429517929820024202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-can-you-carry-elephant-with-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/5429517929820024202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/5429517929820024202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-can-you-carry-elephant-with-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-6237508533509323544</id><published>2009-08-15T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:01:07.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people with what kind of phobia can't go to heaven when they are dead? height phobia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-6237508533509323544?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6237508533509323544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/people-with-what-kind-of-phobia-cant-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/6237508533509323544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/6237508533509323544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/people-with-what-kind-of-phobia-cant-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-8701710291097538383</id><published>2009-08-15T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:58:35.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two person went for a mountain climbing, unfortunately, they both fell down from the mountain half way through the climbing, and one is dead, while the other is injured but still alive. the dead one call dead, the alive one call? call for help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-8701710291097538383?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8701710291097538383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-person-went-for-mountain-climbing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/8701710291097538383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/8701710291097538383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-person-went-for-mountain-climbing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-1605162910086952434</id><published>2009-08-15T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:39:20.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>men and women are having a marathon run, a man or a woman will win the race? a woman. because during the run, someone shouted walkman, then the men walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-1605162910086952434?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1605162910086952434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/men-and-women-are-having-marathon-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/1605162910086952434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/1605162910086952434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/men-and-women-are-having-marathon-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-2709376897507058840</id><published>2009-08-15T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:31:48.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a guy called the doctor to tell him that his wife pregnant, then the doctor asked 'is this her first child?', then the guy said ' no, you idiot, this is her husband.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-2709376897507058840?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2709376897507058840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/guy-called-doctor-to-tell-him-that-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/2709376897507058840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/2709376897507058840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/guy-called-doctor-to-tell-him-that-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-320259285434881639</id><published>2009-08-15T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:24:32.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what did the traffic say to the motorcyclist? don't look I'm changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-320259285434881639?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/320259285434881639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-did-traffic-say-to-motorcyclist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/320259285434881639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/320259285434881639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-did-traffic-say-to-motorcyclist.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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-4565968246802714704.post-3055661269834795038</id><published>2009-07-31T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:30:09.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>national day last year was very most memorable to me. and I still can remember what me and my cell group did, we were actually doing morning prayer sticker card for the church at the church office. I should blog about it if I have this blog long time ago. anyway it was fun, I hope for more of this during every year national day or even any other holidays, maybe this year's national day. happy birthday singapore, may God bless this city, and be saved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565968246802714704-3055661269834795038?l=shyangzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3055661269834795038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/07/national-day-last-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/3055661269834795038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565968246802714704/posts/default/3055661269834795038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyangzhi.blogspot.com/2009/07/national-day-last-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644405239025442655</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>
