<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2014 00:24:19 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>jycoffeecup.blogspot.com</title><description></description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>568</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-2346151715043055322</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2011 15:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-09T23:23:18.564+08:00</atom:updated><title>Migrated</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://jycoffeecup.wordpress.com/&quot;&gt;搬家咯！&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;ll take some time for the other side to be completed though.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/09/migrated.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-1706370148606721789</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2011 07:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-28T15:25:55.029+08:00</atom:updated><title>Words are indeed, just words</title><description>How would you have understood if you&#39;ve never been through the situation? How would you know how it feels like if you&#39;ve never experienced it before? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya, no you won&#39;t understand, that&#39;s why it was so easy for you to let it go. And ya, you&#39;ve never felt it before, that&#39;s why you didn&#39;t have tears welling up your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some words are just so easy to say, when they don&#39;t carry any meaning for you. When it weighs a future, a responsibility, a commitment, I&#39;ll see what it means to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are indeed, &lt;i&gt;you know&lt;/i&gt;, just words.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/08/words-are-indeed-just-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-6638123832924340731</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2011 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-24T01:59:59.431+08:00</atom:updated><title>Promises that you made</title><description>I haven&#39;t been following the Presidential Election of Singapore lately, until &lt;a href=&quot;http://tankinlian.blogspot.com/2011/08/donate-at-least-half-of-presidents.html&quot;&gt;the promise to donate half of a President&#39;s salary&lt;/a&gt; caught my eye. The thought that crossed my mind wasn&#39;t &lt;i&gt;&quot;is he out of his mind?&quot;&lt;/i&gt; Rather it was &lt;i&gt;&quot;interesting, for the sake of the votes, though indeed he doesn&#39;t need so much money anyway.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x9Ac6qKlhJM/TlPqhHOEgsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9YgEsj_Qf8M/s1600/Promise%2B%252824%2BAugust%2B2011%2529.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x9Ac6qKlhJM/TlPqhHOEgsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9YgEsj_Qf8M/s320/Promise%2B%252824%2BAugust%2B2011%2529.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644112612620010178&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While vying for a position, it&#39;s no-brainer to speak of wanting to shine the light in the right direction, to be of exemplary and unique model as compared to the rest. You need not put the others down, just push yourself higher. With all the great plans as the playing cards in hand, one often miss out the point that things change. The situation, the environment and the playing field are often in motion. The plans of today may not work for tomorrow. And such plans, voiced out as promises to make life better, may backfire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job interviews are always intimidating, where the control is not in your hands. We always know to at least do a background check on what type of people the company is hiring, and then during the interview, momentarily changed into that specific type that the company is looking for. On top of that, displaying the arrays of achievements and abilities to impress those &lt;i&gt;judges&lt;/i&gt;. On the other hand, denying the ugly weaknesses and sweeping all underachievement under the carpet, praying so damn hard they don&#39;t flip it open. We are taught to say whatever it takes for us to fill up that vacancy, even if at the end, we might not deliver. The promises to pitch sales like Steve jobs, to be thirsty for scientific discovery, to achieve milestones. Well, you can&#39;t predict the future, so don&#39;t hold out the promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Committing into a relationship, where the &lt;i&gt;&quot;I&#39;ll love you forever&quot;&lt;/i&gt; are poured out of the mouth without serious consideration of the might-bes in the near future. Words, just so to keep the people by your sides. It&#39;s still true that without pain, there won&#39;t be gain. It still also hold true that if you don&#39;t venture into risk, nothing would be earned from it. The promises that all things will be smooth sailing and conflicts resolved amicably, the promise that the two will be together due their dying days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relations do turn nasty when things don&#39;t work out as per foreseen/planned. A part hiding truth, a part holding on to the pride, in addition to the lack of communication when things turn sour. Justifying your stand, defending yourself come next when everything starts to fall apart, fall away from the expected scenarios. And often, coupled with the slight inflexibility a.k.a. stubbornness, the whole belief starts to collapse into pieces. After all, plans are still plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soured reputation, dismissal from work and fallout between couples. They all share a same underlying cause, that no one would spell out. Of the rosy picture painted before rising up to the position, how many can maintain that vibrancy of the painted picture. Promises that you made just to win the hearts of the people, promises prior to assuming the position. Sometimes, you can&#39;t hold on simply because your heart faltered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/23/opinion/brooks-the-rugged-altruists.html?_r=1&amp;ref=opinion&quot;&gt;the rugged altruists&lt;/a&gt; is quite an interesting read. It speaks of following your heart, it speaks of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/11/opinion/rachels-last-fund-raiser.html?scp=1&amp;sq=rachel%20beckwith&amp;st=Search&quot;&gt;humanity&lt;/a&gt;. Some things are just that simple, you just have to follow it through. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/08/promises-that-you-made.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x9Ac6qKlhJM/TlPqhHOEgsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9YgEsj_Qf8M/s72-c/Promise%2B%252824%2BAugust%2B2011%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-7805545534593969218</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2011 12:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-09T20:10:43.307+08:00</atom:updated><title>To understand</title><description>To understand someone, all you need to do is to ask. To go forth and ask, sometimes, even if it hurts that person. Do the things you think is best for that person, even if it hurts him. Well, at least that&#39;s what I see of Wilson and House. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don&#39;t you dare tell me drama storyline is fictitious. Though fictitious, it does hold &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping everything under the carpet and pray so &lt;i&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt; hard that nobody flips it open to clean the floor. And all you can do is to pray, and hope that people will eventually forget about the carpet. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-understand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-1622157469666549056</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2011 13:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-07T21:28:21.909+08:00</atom:updated><title>It just keeps dropping</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A56fI6XYwWU/Tj6S1jFMYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LqKgbY1mU7Y/s1600/sad.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A56fI6XYwWU/Tj6S1jFMYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LqKgbY1mU7Y/s320/sad.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638105232162185378&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then I read an article on The Sunday Times today. Great! Now it has to drop to a new low. Disparaged!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-just-keeps-dropping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A56fI6XYwWU/Tj6S1jFMYKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LqKgbY1mU7Y/s72-c/sad.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-1908896304899454519</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2011 09:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-04T23:46:55.059+08:00</atom:updated><title>On being mature</title><description>&lt;i&gt;I never thought I am mature.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn&#39;t a line drawn clearly where we can step over to celebrate the maturation of our mind, that our emotional, mental and psychological well beings are fully developed. I always have an issue with what&#39;s being matured, and a friend of mine, &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;, shares the same view. On what basis do we claim ourselves to be mature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age, education, decisiveness, rational thinking? Or a combination of all these, or otherwise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nAdWWetlK6U/Tjq-yOfWsEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/S9FlYT0QX7g/s1600/Maturity.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 172px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nAdWWetlK6U/Tjq-yOfWsEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/S9FlYT0QX7g/s320/Maturity.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637027653699940418&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This issue crossed my mind once again when I came across &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.straitstimes.com/BreakingNews/Singapore/Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif/STIStory_697475.html&quot;&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; in The Straits Times. Interesting case of a NUS law undergraduate, in a moment of anger over relationship dispute, hit his girlfriend. What&#39;s more interesting, which only appeared on paper (I couldn&#39;t find the online article for the follow-up of this case, on The Straits Times too), was that his mum, in defense of his action, &quot;attribute it to his age&quot;. Hmmm, I shall just leave it hanging there and not comment further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another issue of expletive, vulgarity or &lt;i&gt;dirty language&lt;/i&gt;, whatever you call it. So here&#39; another one from the other top ranked university in Asia, NTU, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.straitstimes.com/BreakingNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_697095.html&quot;&gt;valedictorian spurted an expletive during her graduation speech&lt;/a&gt;. As inappropriate or informal the word &lt;i&gt;&#39;fucking&#39;&lt;/i&gt; may sound in such formal event, I do applaud her courage and also effort in trying to bring about change. &lt;i&gt;And of course, I have my reason why I mentioned bringing about change.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, also a moment of emotion, that rush of adrenaline gushing down your blood, people do do senseless things, though justified, slightly. And it was hit by both sides of critics, some applauding her boldness, others have distasteful comments on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so is it me or what, that though the presence of vulgarities is widespread around the community, young, adult or aged, people just fail to admit that presence, and even more so condemn it. Denying the presence of truth doesn&#39;t deny the existence of it. And eschewing it doesn&#39;t extinguish its ubiquitous influence. And lastly, the use of it doesn&#39;t reflect any moral values of the person, especially maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other useful articles, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.straitstimes.com/BreakingNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_698472.html&quot;&gt;Industrial Postgraduate Program&lt;/a&gt; by Education Minister Heng Swee Keat and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.straitstimes.com/BreakingNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_698476.html&quot;&gt;NUS MBA topped Forbes list in Asia&lt;/a&gt;. Frankly speaking, ranking fourth on an international level, that&#39;s really quite a feat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I must mention &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.straitstimes.com/BreakingNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_697191.html&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I thought it was only slated to be ready in 2013. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life must have been kind for some people.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-being-mature.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nAdWWetlK6U/Tjq-yOfWsEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/S9FlYT0QX7g/s72-c/Maturity.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-9215101614467366475</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2011 15:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-03T23:31:11.054+08:00</atom:updated><title>I remember the day</title><description>It was already an issue in my mind when it happened. The worries, the fear, the unforeseen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I chose to believe, I chose to trust. And in the end, I guess it was never founded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And frankly speaking, it has never left my mind.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-remember-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-1083734574838111212</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jul 2011 06:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-24T14:09:00.721+08:00</atom:updated><title>Questions</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7SBUTH7tBE/Tiu27PZ541I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K4xzwwa_9P0/s1600/Questions.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7SBUTH7tBE/Tiu27PZ541I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K4xzwwa_9P0/s320/Questions.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632796887820657490&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t ask questions for which you can&#39;t answer.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/07/questions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7SBUTH7tBE/Tiu27PZ541I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K4xzwwa_9P0/s72-c/Questions.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-8617051116695442744</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2011 15:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-19T00:04:31.546+08:00</atom:updated><title>Chances are</title><description>Got to know this song from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.tv.com/ally-mcbeal/show/168/summary.html&quot;&gt;Ally McBeal&lt;/a&gt;. This drama from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fox.com/&quot;&gt;Fox&lt;/a&gt; ran from 1997 to 2002 for a total of 5 seasons. (Fox is the broadcasting company behind House M.D.) And so you&#39;re wondering why am I catching up on such a old drama. I&#39;ve not even hit ten when it started airing on the TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to catch it since I watched my brother chasing over the series, with all the DVDs and soundtracks. And yes, I got them both now. After so many years, I have not forgotten it. To think I cling onto something for such a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief introduction about this drama: A young lawyer (Calista Flockhart) working in a law firm, Cage &amp; Fish, with other lawyers while their lives intertwines about each other. While Ally&#39;s love life progresses from one infatuation to another, not being able to fully move on from her childhood love, Billy Thomas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this song, &lt;i&gt;Chances are&lt;/i&gt;, was featured in season 4 of Ally McBeal. Though I have not reached there for now, I roughly know what happened in that particular episode when Larry Paul (Robert Downey Jr.) left Ally. Yup, so I really can&#39;t wait to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/DWKXz39AEU0&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above video is the song featured in Ally McBeal, sang by Vonda Shepard (acted as herself in the drama singing in the bar) and Robert Downey Jr., who acted as Tony Stark in Ironman and Sherlock Holmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original singers for this song, which I&#39;m not sure but I think, are Martina McBride and Bob Seger. Youtube and you&#39;ll get to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so here&#39;s the lyrics too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chances are you&#39;ll find me somewhere on your road tonight&lt;br /&gt;Seems I always end up driving by&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I&#39;ve known you&lt;br /&gt;It just seems you&#39;re on my way&lt;br /&gt;All the rules and logic don&#39;t apply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to see you in the night&lt;br /&gt;Be with you &#39;til morning light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember clearly how you looked the night we met&lt;br /&gt;I recall your laughter and your smile&lt;br /&gt;I remember how you made me feel so at ease&lt;br /&gt;I remember all your grace, your style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you&#39;re all I long to see&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;ve come to mean so much to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I&#39;ll see you somewhere in my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;ll be smiling like the night we met&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I&#39;ll hold you and I&#39;ll offer all I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re the only one I can&#39;t forget&lt;br /&gt;Baby you&#39;re the best, I&#39;ve ever met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&#39;ll be dreaming of the future&lt;br /&gt;And hoping you&#39;ll be by my side&lt;br /&gt;And in the morning I&#39;ll be longing&lt;br /&gt;For the night, for the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I&#39;ll see you somewhere in my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;ll be smiling like the night we met&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I&#39;ll hold you and I&#39;ll offer all I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re the only one I can&#39;t forget&lt;br /&gt;Baby you&#39;re the best I&#39;ve ever met&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! :)&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/07/chances-are.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-4170114653192762912</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2011 09:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-15T18:32:49.123+08:00</atom:updated><title>为什么？</title><description>&lt;i&gt;屡次屡败&lt;/i&gt;，此刻的心情正是如此吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再怎样也没法忘却那思念。已经有半年了，为什么那画面总在我醒来时就浮现，总在我临睡前挥散不去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间如果能洗刷所有不愉快，那我还真是需要很多时间。可是我知道，等那悲痛及思念被时间安抚后，一切都已太迟了。我想做的一切都没法完成了，只能叹时光不留人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑容总能欺骗大家，但是眼泪绝不欺骗我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哦，我没在流泪，只是泪水在擦亮眼睛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对啊，还在擦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还真是全身力气，却得不到片刻安宁。&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-4625326839150537050</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Feb 2011 17:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-12T02:26:28.143+08:00</atom:updated><title>They awe me</title><description>I have previously mentioned a few names whom I have met in my life. Today, I shall add a few more to the list. And in case &lt;i&gt;the red shirt girl&lt;/i&gt; comes into your mind, no, they aren&#39;t related. Haha! But they do share something in common. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96pz6MnkOEY/TVV1dMfXO2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/qxEf4T2pdR4/s1600/human_shadow.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 224px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96pz6MnkOEY/TVV1dMfXO2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/qxEf4T2pdR4/s320/human_shadow.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572489258370284386&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;, whom I got to know not long ago, really inspires me. His commitment, his passion for what he loves, totally overshadow mine. Nature or nurture, I would choose to believe it&#39;s the nature. Nature not in the sense that his intelligence or capability comes from within, but rather the love. A passion, a love for something sometimes cannot be put into words. Well, at least for me, my vocabulary isn&#39;t that wide anyway. Humility is what I see of him, down-to-earth is what I read of him, determination is what I feel of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may not reign from the well-to-do families. (Humility doesn&#39;t stem from denial of financial status.) He may not emerge as the prize gem of his school. But he has achieved so much more than what a scholar could have achieved. Determination, it really goes a long way in paving the future out for people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt; in person, but I do know of the air of confidence whenever I walked past her. Self-grooming and neatness are ways how some people carry themselves, and from these, we can often tell what are some positive personalities about that person. Confidence is often necessary in wanting to reach for the top, where humility only brings us to the doorstep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCOZnf5h-TI/TVV2XnoHHaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zXCUaOGM20s/s1600/woman_shadow315.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCOZnf5h-TI/TVV2XnoHHaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zXCUaOGM20s/s320/woman_shadow315.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572490262087146914&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the similarities among the people whom I look up to, all carry a certain desirable trait. Hah, and I know it very well what&#39;s lacking in me that I see of them. Well, I do see the gap between us and I&#39;m slowly bridging it, though sometimes people may damage the incomplete structure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the side note, running away from problem doesn&#39;t resolve any conflict. Denial doesn&#39;t pacify the situation. Time doesn&#39;t alleviate the awkwardness. How all the opposites really really amuse me. Here&#39;s the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thieves stole the fund from that trusted bank. The police was alerted, arrived and saw the thieves, running from the scene of crime. They fled, he chased. But the police wasn&#39;t running faster than the thieves. And they just keep running, eventually the police lost them. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/02/they-awe-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96pz6MnkOEY/TVV1dMfXO2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/qxEf4T2pdR4/s72-c/human_shadow.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-7875178471296481599</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Feb 2011 16:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-04T00:40:10.839+08:00</atom:updated><title>Random thoughts</title><description>Everybody is destined to achieve high. Just that most of them lack the discipline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a sweeping comment made by the psychology tutor (whom I forgot her name), I came to realize in order to understand someone truly, one has to know the other&#39;s dislikes and hates. Life is indeed not all happy and bright. Those happiness and brightness you often see on someone else&#39;s face, behind the smile is weighed down by a sorrowful past. I&#39;m not a pessimist, no, not. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things built based on lies and hiding truths away, it&#39;s bound to fall. House M.D. taught me that. Haha!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-9221119505212815213</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Jan 2011 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-29T22:43:29.322+08:00</atom:updated><title>House M.D. next</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCOZnf5h-TI/TUQj9qp_CeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7X4Vg97nhUI/s1600/house_md_poster5.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCOZnf5h-TI/TUQj9qp_CeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7X4Vg97nhUI/s320/house_md_poster5.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567614581666154978&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fox.com/house/&quot;&gt;House M.D.&lt;/a&gt; and came across this term that is used to describe &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gregory_house&quot;&gt;Dr. Gregory House&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Misanthropic: general dislike, distrust, disgust, contempt or hatred of the human species, human nature, or society&lt;br /&gt;-Wikipedia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, I didn&#39;t know that there&#39;s such term to describe this phenomenon. And another one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anthropology: the study of humanity. It has origins in the natural sciences, the humanities, and the social sciences.&lt;br /&gt;-Wikipedia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope to share his obsession about science, about medicine, about saving humanity. But somehow this kind of obsession always stems from a rotten root. And in this case, it&#39;s his leg, the unidentified pain in his thigh (if I&#39;m not wrong). On one hand, I am envious of that obsession, but on the other hand, I would rather not go through the pain. Yup, sometimes it&#39;s really &lt;i&gt;no pain, no gain&lt;/i&gt;. Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it&#39;s the start of a fierce semester and I know I shouldn&#39;t start on a new drama. Haha but don&#39;t worry. I&#39;ll do know about discipline. What happened to Grey&#39;s Anatomy last semester will not happen for House M.D. this semester. Frankly speaking, I&#39;ve not been doing much regarding all my work and studies, or nothing at all. Hah so I guess I must have &lt;strike&gt;pissed&lt;/strike&gt; agitated quite a number of people. Forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped four lectures, slept through four lectures and stoned in two lectures for the first week of school. That&#39;s basically all the lectures I have for this week. Nice! Keep this up and I swear my result will drop one grade lower this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess all the dust has already settled down by now. Done what I could, said what I could. Sometimes I don&#39;t even know it is right or wrong. We all &lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt; to make things right, but we &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; making things wrong. Just by hoping and not doing anything, I&#39;m sure no one will see the result. Fear it may be, always have to courage to face it though it may not bring you the answer. Because 不入虎穴，焉得虎子. Hmmm, whatever. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, so if the dust is really settled this time, I guess it&#39;s time for me to bounce back out. If not I won&#39;t be able to see clearly if it&#39;s too dusty. It irritates my eyes. Haha!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/01/house-md-next.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCOZnf5h-TI/TUQj9qp_CeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7X4Vg97nhUI/s72-c/house_md_poster5.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-955606205394047246</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jan 2011 13:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-20T21:55:43.081+08:00</atom:updated><title>Results</title><description>Results were out a few days ago. Frankly speaking, I was &lt;s&gt;quite&lt;/s&gt; very worried about my results this time round considering the fact that I work up late everyday, afternoon naps everyday, two episodes of Grey&#39;s Anatomy after every meal and I sleep early. All in the attempt to distract me from a certain thought that I failed to eventually. Well, all in all, I spent like less than 4 hours a day doing serious studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, as I actually felt numbness in my legs on result day that night. The numbness grew when I thought about failing and getting C and D for a few of my modules. And yup, all my worries came true. The only consolation and shock was the year 3 module that I took. The rest didn&#39;t manage to make it. Ah-ha. Whatever happened to me during &#39;A&#39; levels actually repeated itself. Oh well, I shall restrain myself from vulgarities and stuff similar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to cast disturbing thoughts aside, easier said than done. Or maybe I may not recover from it. Maybe it&#39;ll just haunt me into the second semester. It&#39;s quite tiring when the logical mind isn&#39;t able to win the faltering heart. &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/18/health/views/18mind.html?_r=1&quot;&gt;This article&lt;/a&gt; speaks my mind, not the examples though. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Was this because his self-knowledge was flawed or incomplete? Or is insight itself, no matter how deep, of limited value?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My results sux.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/01/results.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-9190813408504720576</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2011 12:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-18T21:27:54.910+08:00</atom:updated><title>Education, Happyness</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/education&quot;&gt;Education&lt;/a&gt; - the act or process of imparting or acquiring general knowledge, developing the powers of reasoning and judgment, and generally of preparing oneself or others intellectually for mature life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- dictionary.reference.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education, whether you like it or not, has molded our souls and characters to better receive information lying around and processing the information absorbed to create perceptions about certain things. To be empowered to acquire knowledge is found in every sane one, the opportunity however does not come easy, neither is the journey through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities are found everywhere now. To make things even easier, the government provides huge subsidies to aid children in obtaining a certain level of education, and also by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.moe.gov.sg/initiatives/compulsory-education/&quot;&gt;implementing compulsory education for the children&lt;/a&gt;. Well, if not for that cause, many of you wouldn&#39;t even be going to school when you were young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to a parents whom had not received their deserved education. Everybody deserved to be taught, to be inspired. But due to financial difficulties and cultural beliefs, my parents didn&#39;t make it through primary school. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;The agelong story of waking up 3 am in the morning for household chores and &lt;b&gt;walking a few miles&lt;/b&gt; to attend school lesson&lt;/span&gt;, my mum used to tell me that. However, my grandmother didn&#39;t see it through and my mum was kind of sad about it. Well, so technically speaking, I&#39;m smarter than my parents. But in reality, that&#39;s not the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privilege, blessed upon to children by the hardwork of the parents. Education is viewed as a gateway to a successful career, blissful family and a healthy life. So being children who are privileged with education right from young as compared to children with parents who want to but couldn&#39;t afford such &lt;i&gt;luxury&lt;/i&gt;, I feel sad for the latter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, one would not and should not blame his parents for poor upbringing. But it inevitably affects the future of the young one, undeniable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m always reminded of the luxury of education whenever I go overseas for trekking trips. Looking at the dilapidated housing of rural areas, the inefficiency and unhygienic practices and all, I always wish for the capital to teach them, for them to lead a better life. Then again, what&#39;s &lt;i&gt;better life&lt;/i&gt;? Relativity plays an important part here. What I want for them may not necessary what they want for themselves. The theory of relativity developed by Albert Einstein always applies. Greatness is defined differently in different eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pair of hands, I have a working brain. I will make full use of the gift bestowed upon me by my parents. At times, I disappoint, I fail, I fall short of expectation, I cry. But I have to carry on. My heart may have stopped advancing into the future, but my mind has yet to discover more. And I&#39;ll let it be that way, afterall, not everyone is destined to lead a happy life.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/01/education-happyness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-3442084793898397895</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Jan 2011 09:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-15T17:51:40.602+08:00</atom:updated><title>Lesson from Grey&#39;s</title><description>人生教过我们许多原则。其一，逃避绝对不能解决问题。近期来我一直在追着Grey’s Anatomy，也从中学了许多人生道理。有些甚至还是我体会到，而却无法形容的事。我承认，言语方面我是有差，所以有些事我无法完全表达出来。在Grey’s Anatomy里，在手术室里，看着病人躺在手术桌上，医生们只有一个目标：也就是让病人在次重生。医生必定绞尽脑汁，竭尽所能，把一切豁出去救那病人。当然，故事的结尾不是每次都是完美的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遗憾是费劲所有心思想要完成一件事，却始终无法完成。遗憾是失去你所爱的事，因为你没完全付出。遗憾不是看见问题的存在，而不去解决并且失去。遗憾不是知道知己办不到而害怕逃避。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;窝在心里的话总要说出来，憋在里面并不是解决，而是逃避。不想让别人看出丑陋的你，把一切的不满意，不高兴化为嘴上的没关系。不想给身旁的人带来困扰没错，但总把不高兴藏在心里是欺骗。因为那不是真实的你，因为感觉，伤心或开心是不会说谎的。那感觉一出现，那就是你心里想要告诉你的事。我总告诉知己，心里想的和脑里想的唯一不同就是，心是知己希望得到的，而脑是希望别人得到的。所以，感觉来自心是不能控制的，是不会说谎的。不然哪来的‘跟着感觉走’，因为思想（疑惑）会让人偏离知己所要到的目的地。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在Grey’s Anatomy 里，我看见了纸包不住火的情况，逃避许久始终因为挫折而崩溃大哭的人物。不是每一个人都有机会尝试每一种感觉，也不是说你一定要向别人学习。如果知己犯错，知己悔过，知己学习，然后在知己继续走下去，而不是埋怨知己没经历过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一直都在，我也一直想听。在每一个人面前表现出开心快乐的表情，但心里有那么都的不高兴，不满，我都希望能听到。对啊，如果能承受一切的不开心，为何要在别人面前漏出那些不愉快。因为你将来的伴侣一定要知道，因为他会日日夜夜，风雨不改地陪在你身旁。因为他不希望你说谎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一直都在。&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/01/lesson-from-greys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-2041888997102043421</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jan 2011 13:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-02T21:51:10.369+08:00</atom:updated><title>Addiction, you fight for or against it</title><description>Addiction, something that has to be fed and it&#39;ll make you high on emotions. And when you withdraw from it, the feeling just sucks and things turn ugly. Drug abuse is a form of addiction. You often know that it&#39;s harmful to you and you convince yourself that once isn&#39;t going to kill. True, feeding on it once isn&#39;t going to kill, neither is feeding on it numerous times. But the problem is, you have to learn to sustain it. Once you&#39;re unable to sustain that feeding habit, everything starts to fall. Tremble, fear, worry, nightmare will start to set in upon withdrawing from the addiction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, everyone knows drug abuse is harmful to their health, to their families, to everyone around them. They will read the passage above, understand it all, but still, fall into the bottomless trap. It&#39;s like you saw the bottomless hole in your way, you know you shouldn&#39;t jump into it because it&#39;s, &lt;i&gt;well, bottomless&lt;/i&gt;. But yet you still choose to venture into the unseen, the thrill, the excitement, you think it&#39;s all worthwhile. You think that you&#39;ll gain something good from it. You choose not to go around the hole. You jump into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this time round, I saw the bottomless pit. I went around it, but someone pushed me in. I could have climbed out of the addiction, but then I did just what Meredith did, give up. Give up fighting to survive the coldness, the water. Give up fighting to survive living on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to give things up, isn&#39;t always necessary bad. Learning to let go of the past, the bad part especially, is a form of survival skill in fact. While the one side would say to continue fighting for what you love, the other side tells you that you can live without it. The usual &lt;i&gt;life goes on without it and time will heal all wounds&lt;/i&gt;. As crappy as it may sound, it holds some truth. And this truth, it hurts. It hurts because you realize you can actually live without it, so why start out on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, drug abuse is one nasty case. Learning to give up on drugs, is a long torturous journey. Eventually it&#39;ll be out of your life, and then you look back at your silliness and ask yourself why did you venture into the bottomless pit in the first place. Making a few years of your life miserable just because you didn&#39;t go around the pit. Yup, how lame. Hahaha!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2011/01/addiction-you-fight-for-or-against-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-691259520145815199</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2010 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-31T21:41:26.268+08:00</atom:updated><title>Grey&#39;s Lesson</title><description>Grey&#39;s Anatomy taught me a few things. One of which is that miracles do happen. It defies all logic and science explaining the phenomenon but it just still happens. And often, miracle is the last line of hope everyone clings onto. However, it doesn&#39;t happen to everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is frail, just so hard to kill. I&#39;m not exactly a miracle believer. But now, I do hope good things will happen. Because I&#39;m still waiting for an answer. An answer to love, an answer to life, an answer to my existence. Hah, finally I&#39;m questioning the existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things beyond our control. At times, &lt;i&gt;we can only hope for the best, and prepare for the worst.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2010/12/greys-lesson.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-6892858224408285019</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 2010 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-27T00:56:08.645+08:00</atom:updated><title>Dream</title><description>I have a dream, and in case you didn&#39;t know about, I&#39;m not going to tell you either. Did you ask? Because the answer to this got lost in my mind. Remind me again, will you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make blogs more aesthetically appealing, &lt;i&gt;haha&lt;/i&gt;, yup I will always try to include in some pictures. Take all the souls away from the dark background of this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCOZnf5h-TI/TO_hUahRvVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AvVQ2m5Wd0U/s1600/2013514_f520.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCOZnf5h-TI/TO_hUahRvVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AvVQ2m5Wd0U/s320/2013514_f520.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543897407148899666&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, got this from Google, when I search for &lt;i&gt;dream&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea started out five years ago. While I was still naive and arrogant, I didn&#39;t feel the pressure building up. So I took many steps off the supposedly rigorous path in search for a soul who could shine me the way. And nope, not only did I not find it, I got utterly lost in the wilderness. No one guide me along, I crawled out of it slowly, but surely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the dream rekindled again a year ago. But this time, I stayed on the course but was instead knocked off it. A projectile so strong, it got me stuck in the ground, seeing time passing me by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While rekindling doesn&#39;t really do much, unless it thrives and burns. Right now, I need to keep the flame going, it&#39;s flickering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My eyes are giving up on me, yet again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2010/11/dream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCOZnf5h-TI/TO_hUahRvVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AvVQ2m5Wd0U/s72-c/2013514_f520.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-3581463144090129072</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 11:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-23T19:17:43.563+08:00</atom:updated><title>Purple</title><description>&lt;i&gt;And in case you don&#39;t know why I love the colour purple, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCOZnf5h-TI/TOuinB7PC-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/1O2vR8Z1q7U/s1600/purple%2Brose.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCOZnf5h-TI/TOuinB7PC-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/1O2vR8Z1q7U/s320/purple%2Brose.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542702557825010658&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I think, it is a romantic colour..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2010/11/purple.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCOZnf5h-TI/TOuinB7PC-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/1O2vR8Z1q7U/s72-c/purple%2Brose.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-3900825433003643603</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2010 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-21T23:41:42.343+08:00</atom:updated><title>Papers, papers, papers</title><description>Reading a scientific research paper and understanding what&#39;s written in it is never easy, let alone write something close to it. The learning procedure isn&#39;t quite emphasized in the school, though there&#39;s a course module for it. I wouldn&#39;t say they don&#39;t encourage people to head on to further studies, just not promoted, except by a few profs. Haha! Well, we&#39;ll see how it goes under a new reign of a plant biologist. I hope he places more emphasis on my school, by &lt;i&gt;erm&lt;/i&gt;, providing more funds and opportunities? Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking on a new responsibility, the amount of emails sent and received increases &lt;strike&gt;exponentially&lt;/strike&gt; significantly. On top of that, with a course module that requires your cooperation with several other mates, the number just piles up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCOZnf5h-TI/TOk6vJwIdQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UW1z-UDnk5I/s1600/email_icon.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 299px;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCOZnf5h-TI/TOk6vJwIdQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UW1z-UDnk5I/s400/email_icon.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542025398202168578&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emails etiquette is often missed out during friendly exchanges. Well, why so serious anyway? It&#39;s fortunate to have a group of friendly mates, who do know how to joke and laugh amidst the serious work. It&#39;s always important to know how to take fun out of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A torrential amount of emails used to pour in everyday. But as it nears the exams, the number dropped. Dropped to the extent that I thought something is wrong with Hotmail after a day of 0 messages. Hah! I must have thought that everyone on this world wants to contact me through emails. And now you know it&#39;s time to relax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, not been reading any news articles recently thus the dull content on the blog. Oh well, bear with it. Hahaha! Now, lecture notes are more important.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2010/11/papers-papers-papers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCOZnf5h-TI/TOk6vJwIdQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UW1z-UDnk5I/s72-c/email_icon.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-8875227988062945720</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 17:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-17T02:03:10.649+08:00</atom:updated><title>Exams are nearing</title><description>With less than a month to exams, a break is drawing close too. The break which I fear. Not just this, but many others. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up, searching for a cause, a motivation, a determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, it reminds me of the red shirt girl. I still remember, the little things I know about you. Though a tiny bit, but significant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare me with that person a year ago, whom you scolded. Has he grown? Can I learn from you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you for the brief moment. It always serve as a reminder to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2010/11/exams-are-nearing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-7673318554728129961</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Oct 2010 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-01T01:54:28.579+08:00</atom:updated><title>The pain behind every smile</title><description>I saw this personal message on one of my friend&#39;s contact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;A sad story behind every smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonder how much pain some people have to go through, just to put on a smile in front of you. Not hypocritical but rather assuring you that nothing&#39;s wrong. One of the last thing the person who love you wants from you are your worries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done, always. And eventually it is inevitable that the person feel the lack of your concern because you don&#39;t know his/her worries. Never easy putting yourself in another&#39;s shoe, especially when you never been through what he/she had been through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has something to learn from someone. Life is a long journey and learning never ceases. Learning is also not a distinctive process whereby one stops and learns. Rather, it&#39;s a continuous process where throughout the whole life, every step made, every contact encountered, every mistake made, every thought imagined, every action taken, are all lessons to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may not be a respectable person. He may always be shed in a negative light. He may not do everything correctly. He may not teach well. But for all you know, he may understand you better than anyone else. All of his negative traits, learn the positive ones from him. No one can be that bad. A lesson from Hitler is his determination, his commitment, though the wrong focus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think twice before sprouting unnecessary comments next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M mentioned that people tend to relate positive physical features to one&#39;s capabilities. While the others, relate intelligence to one&#39;s capabilities. I do hate both. However, I&#39;m guilty of both in fact. But some people do amaze me. Never judge the book by its cover, so true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;While I type this post, the same old song plays in the background. You asked of which, with no intention of knowing. How sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2010/11/pain-behind-every-smile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-8542342637203214067</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Oct 2010 05:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-21T14:03:48.622+08:00</atom:updated><title>Take a break</title><description>Every semester break, or you call it a &lt;i&gt;recess week&lt;/i&gt;, has never been a fruitful one for me. It&#39;s already the third time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apologies for those who keep on coming to my blog (if any) and are always greeted with the &quot;New challenges await&quot;. Haha! Not exactly that busy but somehow I just have this idea that every blog post I manage up the blog takes me an hour or so, so I&#39;m kind of lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoherence seems to shadow my passages, be it blog post or the recent assignment from school. It&#39;s been ages since I last wrote critically about any article, &lt;i&gt;hmmm, does whatever I wrote even fall under the category of &#39;critical&#39;?&lt;/i&gt; Haha! Oh well, that&#39;s how &lt;i&gt;cui&lt;/i&gt; my English is. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to two months have flew past since the start of the academic year. New friends found, new roles assumed, new contacts established, and yup, new challenges await. And not to forget, new playing level ground. Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago I wanted to be where I am now. A year later, it seems that the vigor faded and that life seems to carry a different meaning, not what I thought it to be initially. Throughout this one year and three months, the ultimate goal disappeared out of my sight, out of my grasp. A pity no one cares, only me. It slowly dawns on me that I&#39;m just there to fit into everyone&#39;s expectation, like how an interviewee walks into an interviewing room, not to boast about himself but rather how he&#39;s able to contribute to the organization. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plant thrives, a flower flourishes, not for the glory, but for the survival. The glory viewed as beauty by the eyes, and the beauty being made use of by humans. And eventually, the meaning is lost in transition. So now who understands the significance of flower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s hard to be unique, to lead to unique life from other people. Some people just try too hard. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months, many things have happened, the goods and the bads. At times, I would rather choose not to face those drastic changes in life. I can&#39;t adapt fast. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emo&lt;/i&gt; post? Not exactly, just that I&#39;m mentally drained from my assignment in the morning, lazy to start on my lab report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;While I&#39;m at this post, with that song by 范逸臣 playing in the background.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2010/10/take-break.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14893444.post-5684232489302977061</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-31T23:59:18.931+08:00</atom:updated><title>New challenges await</title><description>Yet another new beginning, aren&#39;t we sick of it already? Haha! Well it must have be a shock to the freshmen around. After all, no matter how prepared one is, a change in an environment is bound to leave one at a loss for a moment. Yup, but after a while when everything falls into place, it&#39;ll be smooth flowing once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about actually. Been feeling that 24 hours a day isn&#39;t enough. Splitting a day into three portions, morning, afternoon and night isn&#39;t helping much. Now that there isn&#39;t time to sit down in a Starbucks to read a book during the weekends, nor sit by the beach waiting for time to pass, I&#39;m actually starting to cherish time at which I can just sit there and &lt;i&gt;stone&lt;/i&gt;. Basically, think of nothing, no responsibility, no consequence, just sit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of responsibility. I still can&#39;t get that phrase: &quot;With power, comes responsibility&quot; off my mind. Well, not that I&#39;m admiring my own capabilities or what, which I doubt I have much to speak of, but the commitment to various issues around, well those acquire much responsibility too. Oh well, I need to have some determination to shirk some issues off my hand. And that determination, sadly, comes with cruelty. Welcome to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: How funny that the school actually boast about being environmentally friendly that it went up the news, and when I went past that thing, it&#39;s lying dormant on that piece of open space, not utilized. Strange &lt;i&gt;huh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lao_zhang&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jycoffeecup.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-challenges-await.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jinyan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>