<?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-5640570</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:42:40.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZhuMeiMei's Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>Go for dreams..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-108942843454263189</id><published>2004-07-10T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T11:00:34.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed..</title><summary type='text'>I've been very hard for me to blog lately. I don't have the motivation to tell people about my everyday life. Life becomes stagnant and while everything is fine in a way, that's really not enough to live on and it's really not fine because it's not happiness, it's like a certain kind of torture such as silence, complete silence for hours, days that drive you mad and hardly exists. That is what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108942843454263189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108942843454263189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108942843454263189' title='stressed..'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-108803558299379595</id><published>2004-06-24T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T09:59:30.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great time...</title><summary type='text'>Well, time flies and I found out that great time always happen in last min one. I miss Taiwan so much and I can't measure how much I love her. I feel really good during the past few weeks in Taiwan. I enjoy everything. I went to the field of sunflowers to get some sunflowers home, it was my first time saw real sunflowers if I am not mistaken. The most fun thing was that I ate the tasty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108803558299379595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108803558299379595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108803558299379595' title='great time...'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-108680580472198780</id><published>2004-06-10T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T02:30:04.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home..</title><summary type='text'>Guess what? I'm home!! in taiwan right now. I stay at my friend, Moon's place with her boyfrind and her naughty dog. They are very friendly and nice to me. xDTaiwan has changed and more development. haha.. Im very happy to see that.I wish to know more things about Taiwan during the holiday. I am very proud of Taiwan and I love Taiwan. ;DAnyway, I have to do some revise my work, but I am lazy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108680580472198780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108680580472198780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108680580472198780' title='home..'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-108527028004486064</id><published>2004-05-23T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T22:52:08.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>think of the good times..</title><summary type='text'>I am thinking back on certain points of my life and remembering how much they meant to me or how much they totally hurt me. Sometimes, I embarrass/hate the old me when I think of something of the past and I hope someone can come and amputate my heart or replace mine for another one. *it's impossible..*I remember of that I got quarrel with Pinhua last time and we hurt each other's feeling. haha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108527028004486064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108527028004486064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108527028004486064' title='&lt;strong&gt;think of the good times..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-108462528085723934</id><published>2004-05-15T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T11:25:57.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>between choosing pleasure &amp; pain..</title><summary type='text'>Well, so many things are going through my mind.I'm upset with some things are unknown..Maybe some of you are reading my diary and don't understand what the hell I am talking about in my blog while a small few will know and undersand. I wish I could be more clear on what the things I'm talking about in the blog when I upset with something.I keep thinking of these..I do feel somthing in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108462528085723934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108462528085723934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108462528085723934' title='&lt;strong&gt;between choosing pleasure &amp; pain..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-108448209318817318</id><published>2004-05-14T03:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T05:08:48.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy..</title><summary type='text'>Daddy!!! Candy ai ni , ai ni, ai ni!!! Happy Birthday! haha..Today is my dadday's birthday. keke~ I will call him later.I will go and see doctor to get a MC later. errrmm.. because... ermm..Yesterday was my last paper, Art. I did not go for the paper.I wanted to go, but I did not wake up in morning. I also didn't prepare for the paper.I wanted to go because I thought at least I had to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108448209318817318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108448209318817318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108448209318817318' title='&lt;strong&gt;Daddy..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-108394750680470630</id><published>2004-05-07T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T21:01:01.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cherish..</title><summary type='text'>ugh~.. I did not do well my both science papers. haizz.. I hate chemisty.. I have a dislike to chemistry. &gt;"&lt;~ I like physics more than chemistry because physics is easier than chemisty. *physics I love u!*I haven't started my art wrok yet, even one piece. haiz... Just now, went to library to do some research with pinhua. haha.. we are ok again! very happy.. o(^.^)vWell, I did not get any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108394750680470630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108394750680470630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108394750680470630' title='&lt;strong&gt;cherish..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-108383114793163673</id><published>2004-05-06T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T17:13:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointed..</title><summary type='text'>Did not do well my chinese paper, haiz.. scare I can't do well the 'O' level chinese paper in the end of the month. It's time to buck up my chinese. *pout*hmmm.. 最近發生了很多很多事情在我跟pinhua之間. 我哭過,失望過,難過到我好煩...當然我們也有過快樂的時光. 但快樂的時光總是比傷心的時光來的少. 我們有過許多的吵嘴但很快的我們又合好了. 只要我們一方消了氣, 能好好說說話時, 不到幾個小時的時間 我們又恢復了以往的吵鬧聲. 哈哈~ 想起來還滿懷念的..pinhua是一個滿害羞又膽小的女孩(會讓男生想保護的感覺喔!), 或許因為這樣的個性讓她有一個很愛想太多的習慣, 因此讓人覺得她很細心. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108383114793163673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108383114793163673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108383114793163673' title='&lt;strong&gt;disappointed..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-108322538031651890</id><published>2004-04-28T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T23:45:26.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPFA..</title><summary type='text'>UGH~!! My legs are pain now. I was having NAPFA test after school. The results were better than I had expect. o(^-^)b...Anyway, the results are not good enough as I know I can't get gold. &gt;"&lt;~I failed my shuttle run by 0.1sec. I ran extra 3more times, still failed! my legs were very tired after it. Nowadays, I can't run anymore, I can't run well. *sad*  I don't do any exercises one. I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108322538031651890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108322538031651890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108322538031651890' title='&lt;strong&gt;NAPFA..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-108308056319689848</id><published>2004-04-27T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T19:07:08.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are around corner..</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, just had English paper1 and Social studies. Next whole week, I will be having the rest of the papers. I must study hard that I will score well. ;&gt;Just now, I met pinhua in Marine Parade library after my english tuition with Mrs.Wong. I have been a while did not go to the library to study with her. haha.. I have been busy with English tuition and I also lazy to go out so I always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108308056319689848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108308056319689848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108308056319689848' title='&lt;strong&gt;Exams are around corner..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-108237674266118646</id><published>2004-04-19T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T16:05:30.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored..</title><summary type='text'>I am bored now, damn bored. Today, I did not go to school, I did not feel to go to school in the morning. haha. I was not tired, I just did not feel to go to school in the morning. I am a bad child? ;(Last night, had a phone session with Chaoyi. haha, quite fun and quite noisy because my roommates kept disturbing us. haha.. Yuanyuan and Bao yi thought he was my boyfriend and then made fun of us</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108237674266118646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108237674266118646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108237674266118646' title='&lt;strong&gt;bored..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-108203960339448092</id><published>2004-04-15T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T17:55:48.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puppies..</title><summary type='text'>hey, good news!! my little gal, Smartie will married my God-sis's boy, Huggie, in the June holiday. Ugh~ both of us are very excited. haha.. Yeah~  will have many cuties around us. haha.. Her boy is very handsome! My gal also very pretty!! Perfect match! Very soon, we will have many puppies around. haha.. Ugh~ I can't wait for it! &gt;.&lt;~The puppies are very small one and cute! ;&gt; I surely our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108203960339448092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108203960339448092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108203960339448092' title='&lt;strong&gt;puppies..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-108167075899397867</id><published>2004-04-11T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T00:10:54.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cashew nut..</title><summary type='text'>I am highly allergic to cashew nut. &gt;"&lt;~ Last time, I had a severe rash and then I vomited, dizzy, headache, gastric pain and itch!! I cried and kneel on the floor in the clinic. I got an injection on my buttock by the doctor.  oh no~ my pipi, I reveal my pipi.. ~"~..I will not eat cashew nut anymore. &gt;"&lt;~haha, suddenly I feel to eat the fondue bourguignonne. It's very tasty and famous in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108167075899397867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108167075899397867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108167075899397867' title='&lt;strong&gt;cashew nut..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-108100001008755527</id><published>2004-04-03T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T14:16:27.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>future..</title><summary type='text'>I want to study the food science and nutrition and then be a nutritionist in future. It's my dream. I have the strong feeling for want to be a nutritionist in my future. ;&gt;I love to eat and research on food, it's one of reasons why I want to be a nutritoinist. As I know when I become a nutritionist, I will know how to use the food to help people to fit their body and I also can help people to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108100001008755527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108100001008755527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108100001008755527' title='&lt;strong&gt;future..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-108047755577230239</id><published>2004-03-28T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T21:51:37.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss you..</title><summary type='text'>I miss a guy who used to stay in my heart. ;) Don't worry, I knew everything is in the past. Just out of sudden, a flash went through on my mind. Sometimes the flash brought sad to me, it's alright. ;&gt;Recently, the flash always on my mind, I felt very suddenly. Well, last Fri, I put the latest photos of mine inside the photo album which has the guy's photos as well. I have no feeling for him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108047755577230239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/108047755577230239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108047755577230239' title='&lt;strong&gt;miss you..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107867347376471470</id><published>2004-03-16T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T14:27:04.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing can come of nothing..</title><summary type='text'>Here is the simple but powerful rule, always give people more than they expect to get. Shortchange my life now and I may be short of change of the rest of my life. Life does not require us to make good, it asks only that we give our best at each level of experience. Give the best you have, the best will come back to you. ;&gt;Time is flying in speed. I want to catch it, catch its every step. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107867347376471470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107867347376471470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107867347376471470' title='&lt;strong&gt;nothing can come of nothing..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107797515386493350</id><published>2004-02-28T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T13:09:22.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results..</title><summary type='text'>Today school has parents meeting and form teachers have return the report books to us. I was crying because I felt stressed and I got a lot things want to say but I did not know how to. And they were blaming me, especially my art teacher Mrs.Chua. She told my aunt I did not do my art work and did not discuss with her about the art topic, blah blah. It is not I do not want to do her ART, I felt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107797515386493350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107797515386493350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107797515386493350' title='&lt;strong&gt;results..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107754883402260156</id><published>2004-02-23T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T17:54:28.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I...</title><summary type='text'>..I... I have missed a lot of things in my life. I am Taiwanese, but I know Taiwan is not very well. I have left Taiwan for study in Hongkong and Singapore since I graduated in primary school in Taiwan. I don't even have fun in my studying life, I am feeling stressed since I have to carry a big heavy bag on my shoulder since I went to oversea to study and I have to work harder than others and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107754883402260156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107754883402260156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107754883402260156' title='&lt;strong&gt;I...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107712406075896558</id><published>2004-02-18T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T17:53:54.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cock-eye..</title><summary type='text'>I got cock eye..=.=... I went for the surgery in the morning. Yesterday, my friend, Amy, who is staying with me in the same house, she also went to do the surgery. Since we moved house, girls are sick again and again, boys are all right. =.="".. The house doesn't like the girls? ;&lt; .... I don't want to be a ill child. I want to go to school!! &gt;.&lt;.. I have two days MC for today and tomorrow. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107712406075896558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107712406075896558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107712406075896558' title='&lt;strong&gt;cock-eye..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107678286713615022</id><published>2004-02-14T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T17:55:04.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changed..</title><summary type='text'>Week by week, time flies, I hope I can pause the time and return back to the past and restart again. I really hope I have such power to control the time, thus I can redo things what I have regret. Is it something wrong with me in recent days? I find I am stressed with school, with a friendship between Chick and I. I don't know whats wrong between us. I am sad indeed, I didn't want to talk to her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107678286713615022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107678286713615022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107678286713615022' title='&lt;strong&gt;changed..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107614843770716442</id><published>2004-02-07T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:28:04.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>won't give up..</title><summary type='text'>Days went by, I have learnt things often from my own experence in my life. Last week, I had a Physics CT. Immediately after that test, I wanted to cry for I did not do well. I blamed myself did not study for the test. It was a very easy paper for me to answer all the questoins, but I did not answer all the questions on the paper and I know that almost answers were sure wrong. I was very sad, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107614843770716442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107614843770716442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107614843770716442' title='&lt;strong&gt;won&apos;t give up..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107556073704158227</id><published>2004-01-31T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T23:24:17.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't stress me..</title><summary type='text'>I have been busy for these days. I am sick again and again. Today, I did not go to school. I am tired, now then I realized that I was so slacking in the past. The new life is totally different. Nowadays, I don't go out even on weekend. Only go out with pinhua. hmm.. I have been one year did not go out with guys, can't expect I will go out with guys again. I don't know how to treat them. The last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107556073704158227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107556073704158227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107556073704158227' title='&lt;strong&gt;Don&apos;t stress me..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107521675466954247</id><published>2004-01-27T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T18:36:30.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let things go..</title><summary type='text'>I read a story tells that two friends were walking throught the desert.During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE." They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107521675466954247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107521675466954247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107521675466954247' title='&lt;strong&gt;Let things go..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107486025676913250</id><published>2004-01-23T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T20:17:22.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year...</title><summary type='text'>hmmmmmmmm.... new year. I miss my daddy very much. I don't know why, suddenly I feel that I miss him very much. I feel want to cry in his arms. I want to hug him, I want to hold his hand, I want to buy something for him. I love him really very much. I am a da zhutou. I don't know how to express my love to him. o(&gt;.&lt;)o!!I missed a lot of things in my life, just because I don't know how to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107486025676913250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107486025676913250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107486025676913250' title='&lt;strong&gt;new year...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107461939211290627</id><published>2004-01-20T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T01:58:19.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick..</title><summary type='text'>Today, I didn't go to school. I'm sick. haha.. hmm.. I think I'm really very tired and stressed since school reopen. I have to follow the timetable which set by my aunt. I'm trying to enjoy begining busy, tired and stressed in my life. Sometimes, I am quite enjoy my tuition with Mrs.Wong. haha.. Actually, she is a very friendly and caring person. By the way, my dog bited her yesterday, already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107461939211290627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107461939211290627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107461939211290627' title='&lt;strong&gt;sick..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107442803336765078</id><published>2004-01-18T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T23:37:32.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time..</title><summary type='text'>I have been busy since school reopen. My new tutor is Mrs.Wong. She is one of ex-HODs of my school. She just retired this year. hmmm.. she is a good teacher, she helps us a lot of things. *Thanks her a lot* She comes my house everyday except weekend. Meanwhile, my aunt set a timetable for us. After school then tuition until 7pm+, have a meal then continue study and do homework until 9pm+. I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107442803336765078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107442803336765078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107442803336765078' title='&lt;strong&gt;time..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107294252068475174</id><published>2004-01-01T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T13:12:17.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR...</title><summary type='text'>haha.. 01.Jan.04.. time flys, one more year gone. I wanna be a better person and nicer then last year. and... I won't do anything already. --&gt;(secret) hehe..I was dreaming of my daddy. haha.. don't know it's a good dream or not. Now I still can remember the dream. I told my aunt I got something so I wanted to go back to tw. By then my aunt called my daddy, I wanted to go back to tw. My daddy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107294252068475174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107294252068475174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107294252068475174' title='&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107286842061961057</id><published>2003-12-31T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T13:23:01.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship VS BGR...</title><summary type='text'>If you are afraid to love a person because of frienship, you have 2 choices, either tell how you feel and  let the love take place forever or hide the feeling under the friendship full of pretensions. Sometimes I've asked myself, what would make me happy? To think that I have everything else, I get what I want... then I realized it was YOU, too bad 'coz it's you I can't have...Love can never be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107286842061961057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107286842061961057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107286842061961057' title='&lt;strong&gt;friendship VS BGR...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107254337325445591</id><published>2003-12-28T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T00:55:41.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears..</title><summary type='text'>Hua sent me a letter. I'm crying, the tears are salt and I'm feeling hurt and sour deep inside my heart. I'm tired too.... but I don't wanna give up the friendship. I seldom go out and I don't like to go out even my friends invite me. I'm the one who always reject friends to hang out. Most of time, I only go out with pinhua, I don't know why I only willing to go out with her. Have a lot things I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107254337325445591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107254337325445591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107254337325445591' title='&lt;strong&gt;tears..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107237151918532130</id><published>2003-12-25T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T01:06:02.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry X'mas..</title><summary type='text'>Merry X'mas.. Today is X'mas. In the early morning, around 4am, I called so many friends, said MERRY X'MAS, and woke them up. haha... I'm a good child. lalala~ o(^-^)vI called pinhua too. I was shocked by her apology. I'm really very happy, everything has gone. haha.. Don't look down on our friendship!! o(^-^)/))lala.. Today, I got nothing much to write in the blog. I wish everyone of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107237151918532130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107237151918532130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107237151918532130' title='&lt;strong&gt;Merry X&apos;mas..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107205476063193098</id><published>2003-12-22T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T19:07:43.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>share, care n feeling..</title><summary type='text'>Hmmm.. I think I care for pinhua too much, I think I shouldn't care for her too much as it's a better way for me to feel better. I'm quite willing to share with her my deepest  details and everything. She? ha... I don't know. I don't know it should call share or not those she shared with me. Sometimes, I feel she doesn't wanna share with me. I know,  personal space. I think I am over the line of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107205476063193098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107205476063193098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107205476063193098' title='&lt;strong&gt;share, care n feeling..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107200830981247345</id><published>2003-12-21T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T01:03:09.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas..</title><summary type='text'>X'mas is around! haha.. Alex will come to my house to sing X'mas songs with his friends on X'mas. haha.. I'm looking forward. Now I'm feeling very good and relax. No one in my mind, no hurt, no sad, I feel very carefree. This year is better then last year. and when I go into 2004 I will take everything of  2003 as a memory. Now I'm trying to recontact those friends are lost contact, include my ex</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107200830981247345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107200830981247345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107200830981247345' title='&lt;strong&gt;xmas..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107161316765136569</id><published>2003-12-17T06:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T18:26:03.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>triangular....</title><summary type='text'>Last night, pinhua told me a lot of things about her triangular-love. She and another two boys. One of the two boys is a very honest guy and the other boy, I don't know him, just know he is the honest guy's best friend since they were young as kids. Both are from JC, one is JJ's junior and Roland's junior. sigh~ I can't help for it. She is getting hurt right now! She is crying and hide in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107161316765136569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107161316765136569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107161316765136569' title='&lt;strong&gt;triangular....&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107147808048429834</id><published>2003-12-15T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T17:32:24.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MD..</title><summary type='text'>I got a MD. I don't know how to record music to MD and I think something wrong with my MD's wire.Yesterday, I met pinhua for dinner at Parkway, then her friend Kennth saw us in the Mos, he was so cute, after we left the Mos,then MSG pinhua he saw us in the Mos and then we went back to Mos to meet him.. o(=____=)o'|"Anyway, he knows how to use MD and we will meet him again on Tue at night, teach</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107147808048429834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107147808048429834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107147808048429834' title='&lt;strong&gt;MD..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107148777617074721</id><published>2003-12-15T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T19:32:05.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance or Choice? </title><summary type='text'>When we meet the right person to love when we're at the right place. At the right time, that's chance. When you meet someone you're attracted to, that's not a choice. That's chance. Being caught up in a moment (and there's a lot of couples who get together because of this) is not a choice. That's also a chance. The difference is what happens afterwards. When will you take that infatuation, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107148777617074721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107148777617074721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107148777617074721' title='&lt;strong&gt;Chance or Choice? &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107098363864006895</id><published>2003-12-09T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T18:48:43.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it.....</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I got 2 books written by Dave Pelzer, The lost boy and A man named Dave. I'm reading the The lost boy. It talk about his childhood, he called his home and mother as " The house " , " Mother". He is his Mother's prisoner. The mother called him as "IT". As a child, Dave Pelzer never had a real home . Rescued from an alcoholic, abusive mother, his only posscssions were the old torn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107098363864006895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107098363864006895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107098363864006895' title='&lt;strong&gt;it.....&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107072692707969418</id><published>2003-12-07T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T23:06:00.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>place, change..</title><summary type='text'>Just now I sent off yifan, she was so cute, she wanted me to accompany her until the train came. haha.. 2 of us were so blur, we did not know the train station just infront us. haha..The cab uncle told us that the train station just infront of us, but yifan and I did not know the train station really very near us so we wasted NT$70. sobxxx.We slept until 10am then I cooked some food for her, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107072692707969418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107072692707969418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107072692707969418' title='&lt;strong&gt;place, change..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107064911797693295</id><published>2003-12-06T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T18:28:02.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yifan..</title><summary type='text'>haha.. Today Yifan came to my place, I went to train station to meet her and then we went to shop and watch Ju-On 2. haha.. she miss me so much she said. And told me I'm her super best friend, that's why she miss me more than others. haha.. I'm so touch!! oink~She was so chicken when we were watching Ju-on 2. haha..kept cover her eyes and hold my hand until I felt pain!!! By the way, we got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107064911797693295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107064911797693295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107064911797693295' title='&lt;strong&gt;yifan..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107046174576636657</id><published>2003-12-03T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T22:31:30.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>æ™‚é–“ èˆ‡å‚·ç—›..</title><summary type='text'>ç¬¬ä¸€æ¬¡å¯«ä¸­æ–‡. æ»¿æ–°é®®çš„... æ™‚é–“é�Žçš„å¾ˆå¿«,æˆ‘å·²ç¶“17æ­²äº†.ä¸�å†�æ˜¯å®¶äººä¿�è­·åœ¨æ‰‹ä¸­çš„å°�å¥³å­©äº†,å€’æ˜¯è®“æˆ‘æ‡·å¿µèµ·ä»¥å‰�çš„äº‹å‹™. é€™å¹¾å¹´ä¾†ç™¼ç”Ÿäº†å¾ˆå¤šäº‹æˆ‘ä¹Ÿè¢«ä¸€äº›äº‹å‹™æ‰€å‚·åˆ°ä½†æˆ‘ä¸¦æ²’æœ‰å› æ­¤è€Œå€’ä¸‹,æˆ‘å‘Šè¨´æˆ‘è‡ªå·±æˆ‘è¦�æˆ�ç‚ºä¸€å€‹æœ‰ç”¨çš„äººæ—¥å­�åœ¨è‹¦ä¹Ÿè¦�æ’�ä¸‹åŽ». å…¶å¯¦æˆ‘å¾ˆç¾¨æ…•æˆ‘ä¸€äº›æœ‹å�‹,ä»–å€‘ç¸½æ˜¯è¢«çˆ¶æ¯�å‘µè­·è‘—. æœ‰å¾ˆå</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107046174576636657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107046174576636657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107046174576636657' title='æ™‚é–“ èˆ‡å‚·ç—›..'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107045725650011775</id><published>2003-12-03T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T18:02:07.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip..</title><summary type='text'>PinHua will be going back to sg on Sat and Chiaying is on next Mon. ME? haha..  to be confirm. My daddy went to work since yesterday, tomorrow he will be back. He is busy now, he is trying to get time to call me. hmmmmm... I know he wants to accompany me, thanks a lot, daddy. I never say " I love you " to you, but I always tell my friends I love you so much and express my love. * I love you *I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107045725650011775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107045725650011775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107045725650011775' title='&lt;strong&gt;trip..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107037644268352205</id><published>2003-12-02T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T18:05:24.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances..</title><summary type='text'>There are times in life. When the person I will love for the rest of my life and walks into my life. Sometimes, just sometimes... I hurt that person, I push them away, not meaning to, but I do. Because I do this, I lost that person, they walk away. At times, I am afriad to go on after this, but what choice do I have?All I can do is hope that one day, if that person really was the one, I will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107037644268352205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107037644268352205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107037644268352205' title='&lt;strong&gt;Chances..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-107029525672985034</id><published>2003-12-01T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T18:12:58.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, Family..</title><summary type='text'>Hmmm.. my daddy will be coming back tomorrow.  4 days only, due to his work so he has to come back again. By the way, I wanted to cry before the day my mum went back to hk. I seldom talked to her when she was around with me. We tried to get something to talk to each other. Actually I got nothing to talk to her, to my daddy also the same. I seldom see my parents. I think we have been a long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107029525672985034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/107029525672985034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107029525672985034' title='&lt;strong&gt;Friends, Family..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106994723712730623</id><published>2003-11-27T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T23:41:26.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair..</title><summary type='text'>haha.. Today I went to cut my hair, UGh~ I love it!! after cut my hair, they wanted to take my picture to show on their webby. But too bad, I'm not free recently, don't think I will go the shop again to let them take my picture. see how then.. oink~I perm, cut and dye 4 colors ( blue, purple, gold and green) haha...  Japanese style. lolx..I went to shop also by then took neoprint with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106994723712730623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106994723712730623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106994723712730623' title='&lt;strong&gt;Hair..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106908038706419133</id><published>2003-11-17T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T19:12:27.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum...</title><summary type='text'>My mum came back. haha..  I have to be careful when I am doing something and I have to hide something since she always touch my things without my permission! ((o(&gt;.&lt;)o))then she will come and asking me lotsa questions. dotdotdot...................Yesterday, I saw my ex in the friendster. haha.. long time did not see him, like lost contact. hmmm.. hope we are still friends. Everything is in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106908038706419133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106908038706419133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106908038706419133' title='&lt;strong&gt;Mum...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-10688182218860589</id><published>2003-11-14T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T21:59:34.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring</title><summary type='text'>UGH~~ I'm boring now, everyday doing same things. My friends' parents are asking me to stay their house. Haizzz.. I think I will but not now because my mum comes back soon. Last night, I called her, she doesn't wanna tell me when she comes back. I think she haven't book the ticket yet. o(=________=)oZhutou HUICHIN!! I where got SO enjoy looking at yandaos. I just look look and see see only. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/10688182218860589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/10688182218860589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#10688182218860589' title='&lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106855080872733825</id><published>2003-11-11T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T19:40:05.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things..</title><summary type='text'>UGH~ I can't control myself, the foods are so nice. I grow fater!! SOBxxx~Everyday slacking and play music very loud. I'm home alone, I need some music to enjoy and kill time. haha..I think some people called me in the morning, but I did not hear. I was sleeping like a piggy! haha.. it's okay, if it is important, they will call me again and agin until I get the phone. Isn't it true? oink~Wah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106855080872733825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106855080872733825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106855080872733825' title='&lt;strong&gt;things..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106847656617946746</id><published>2003-11-10T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T23:26:47.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family..</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow, my daddy will be going back to hk. haizz.. I felt that our relationship became bad. I know that is my fault since I always talk back and act like a bad girl in front of him, especial my attitudinal. SOBXXX.. I'm very sad now. haizzzzz.....By the way, just now I told them I don't go back to hk and my grandparents are in tw now, but tomorrow my grandpa will be going back to hk with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106847656617946746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106847656617946746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106847656617946746' title='&lt;strong&gt;family..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106839578332553440</id><published>2003-11-10T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T22:35:47.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream..</title><summary type='text'>haha..nothing much happen in my life recently. Every day wakes up, eat, shopping and sleep late. I'm staying alone in tw now. haha.. without parents control, means they trust me! o(^-^)o..I'm a good child.I miss SG now, haha.. very zhutou right? haizz..My tw friends got schoohing and tuitoins. Today I went out with WenXuan, she was my classmate in parmiry school. haha. Her daddy took us went to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106839578332553440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106839578332553440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106839578332553440' title='&lt;strong&gt;dream..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106802418128552938</id><published>2003-11-05T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T00:37:10.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oink..</title><summary type='text'>Last night, have another phone session with Huichin. haha.. This time we talked until the sun nearly come out. Two of us like got a lot things to talk. I find we have same points as like to talk rubbish, don't care much and straight etc..haha..zhutou! isn't it?I'm very surprise, my aunt told me that my daddy in tw now and until 09.nov. Now I am very happy as I don't need to go home alone from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106802418128552938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106802418128552938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106802418128552938' title='&lt;strong&gt;oink..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106795689067174239</id><published>2003-11-04T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T23:08:24.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah!</title><summary type='text'>haha.. Today is the last day! I just came back from the performance. ugh`~ my legs are pain! SOB~The perform is quite okay. haha.. everything will just be fine! OINK~Last night talked on phone with Huichin again until the morning. lolX.. Two of us are very "you mo qi" and he also very nice to talk to. We talked about so many things in life and BGR. haha.. He is a good listener and he will give</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106795689067174239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106795689067174239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106795689067174239' title='&lt;strong&gt;yeah!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106784306480946735</id><published>2003-11-03T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T15:17:21.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama..</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is the last day of school days and I have a drama perform after school. Just now I went to school for the drama. I'm very blur since they have been changed something. Anway, tomorrow I will do my best. haha..sobxxx..Today I changed my ticket to Firday (07.nov) instead of Thursday (06.nov). I was thinking of that if I stay in T.W alone, my parents will come back from H.K or not and then</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106784306480946735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106784306480946735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106784306480946735' title='&lt;strong&gt;drama..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106753509743402805</id><published>2003-10-31T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T19:00:35.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly</title><summary type='text'>wah~~time flys. I will be going back to T.W on next Thursday. haha.. by the way, I don't wanna go to H.K because if i go there, I will be staying in Shengzheng. haizz..Actually I'm not really like the place, but my parents are there right now. My daddy keep asking me when I will be going there and meet them. Anyway, I booked my ticket already. Next Thursday by 1pm. Hmmm...whatever, I don't wanna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106753509743402805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106753509743402805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106753509743402805' title='&lt;strong&gt;Fly&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106710693488915290</id><published>2003-10-26T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T18:40:20.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend..</title><summary type='text'>Recently, seem like very zhutou, argue with pinhua..haizz..hope it will just be fine.No matter where we met, no matter how long we have been together. You are still my friend. We may have our disagreements, we may have our disappointments.....we may argue  &amp; quarrel. I hope everything will just be fine &amp; two of us won't takt it to heart. Pinhua &amp; I are plannig to have a meeting for those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106710693488915290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106710693488915290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106710693488915290' title='&lt;strong&gt;A friend..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-10668954066720744</id><published>2003-10-21T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T18:48:43.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worst day</title><summary type='text'>Today, pinhua accompanied me to go to orchard to cut my hair. We didn't know Alika was so busy. After we went to eat &amp; shop, he was still doing the same person!!!!! I was so upset &amp; I was tired! I wanted to go home early after shop with pinhua.I went in and been waiting for Alika. She went to shop. I was sleeping while I was waiting for Alika. I didn't wanna talk much &amp; express my bad mood! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/10668954066720744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/10668954066720744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#10668954066720744' title='&lt;strong&gt;worst day&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106645406745534544</id><published>2003-10-18T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T16:22:28.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><summary type='text'>Next MON I will have ART exam &amp; MATHS paper2. Ugh~~~ I have no idea for my ART now. Later I will be go out with Hua to study &amp; do ART at Starbucks. haha.. Last night, we also went to Starbucks study til 10+pm~11pm by then we went to Hua's place to meet Biji for supper. He is a very nice guy &amp; friendly too. He comes from Thailand. He has already finished his N level. Today he going back to Bangkok</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106645406745534544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106645406745534544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106645406745534544' title='&lt;strong&gt;Art&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106628395831128757</id><published>2003-10-16T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T15:32:02.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't regret..</title><summary type='text'>When the bus come, you look at it and you said to yourself, "eeee... so full...cannot sit down one"....... So you said to yourself, "I'll wait for the next one." so you let the bus go and waited for the second bus.  Then the second bus came, you looked at it and you said, "eeee.........this bus so old...surely very uncomfortable one." So you let the bus go and decided to wait for the next bus.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106628395831128757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106628395831128757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106628395831128757' title='&lt;strong&gt;Don&apos;t regret..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106579055035311035</id><published>2003-10-10T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T22:42:22.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memory...</title><summary type='text'>Time flys~ No one can stop the time.Everything is in the past, I will never keep it in heart. I will keep it as a memory.It may not be sweet, but I will never forget.Maybe, we did not have a sweet memory in the past.Maybe, we did not like each other.Maybe, we still like each other.Maybe, we have something to tell each other.Maybe, we wanna blame each other.Maybe, we are angry with each </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106579055035311035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106579055035311035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106579055035311035' title='&lt;strong&gt;memory...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106568432961841549</id><published>2003-10-09T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T22:29:42.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams are coming..</title><summary type='text'>wah~~ time flys~~ exams are coming and tomorrow I am having my English paper. ugh!~~ I am very worry for tomorrow's, I don't want to fail my English!! sobxx..later my tutor will be coming &amp; wo hui jia you de..hehe.o(^.^)/))..sobxxxx..Recently, I grow fatter because I sleep and eat everyday. After exams, I want to lose my weight !!! It will be my 1st plan to do after exams..haha..By they way, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106568432961841549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106568432961841549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106568432961841549' title='&lt;strong&gt;exams are coming..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106540983151991002</id><published>2003-10-06T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T15:42:47.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks..</title><summary type='text'>Recently, Hua &amp; I go to MPCC starbucks often. We went  there to study while enjoy tea time. hmmm..actually, it's a pretty nice place to rest &amp; study. haha..however, I spent alot money on it. sobxxxxx..o(&gt;.&lt;)o..We have met a gilr who has a meimei studying in my school. She is studying in Vjc &amp; both of them look like "Fei Fei". Fei Fei in chinese means a kind of monkey nearing human looks, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106540983151991002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106540983151991002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106540983151991002' title='&lt;strong&gt;Starbucks..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106540745518286167</id><published>2003-10-06T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T10:30:54.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick..</title><summary type='text'>I'm sick again. I am not weak! I am just tired and stress! Last night, I never sleep until today 4am+ then I went to bed until 530am woke up &amp; went to school. I felt I am very tired and stress. I felt my heart is sad of life! Now my brain full of exams, full of words, full of textbooks, full of stress..o(=__=)o..I'm headache, stress &amp; tired. My eyes are painful as I never take up my contact </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106540745518286167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106540745518286167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106540745518286167' title='&lt;strong&gt;I&apos;m sick..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106528889212809926</id><published>2003-10-05T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T15:42:29.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life..</title><summary type='text'>What is life? Do u enjoy ur life? Do you love ur life? Do you love eveything in your life? I don't enjoy my life now, even thought I always tell my friends must enjoy life. I'm sick of my life! I'm stress of exams! I'm sad of my family!No matter how much I tried, I still can't enjoy my life! I don't expect to have a lover in my life, I just wanna enjoy my life! I wanna enjoy everything in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106528889212809926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106528889212809926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106528889212809926' title='&lt;strong&gt;life..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106422638138055036</id><published>2003-09-22T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T18:26:21.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some say....</title><summary type='text'>Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed Some say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed Some say love, it is a hunger An endless aching need I say love, it is a flower And you its only seed It's the soul afraid of dreaming, That never learns to dance And the soul afraid of waking, That never takes the chance It's the one, who won't be taken Who cannot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106422638138055036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106422638138055036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106422638138055036' title='&lt;strong&gt;some say....&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106389294244280475</id><published>2003-09-18T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T00:55:46.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick again...</title><summary type='text'>I met a gal, Lynette. Now she is my God-sis. She is cute a popular girl and she is friendly and easygoing. We love pig. We have a mirc channel #zhumeimei. Her nick is ZhUmEi^, My nick is zhumei. haha..We knew each other through our nick. We has a story between us. q(^.^)pShe is a Dj of mirc #radioex, i love her voice because it is very sweet.  By the way, just now i went to see doctor. What </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106389294244280475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106389294244280475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106389294244280475' title='&lt;strong&gt;sick again...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106320366258955193</id><published>2003-09-10T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T17:39:32.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand...</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow, I will be going to Thailand for holiday 4days 3nights. It's my God-kor, Hon's homeland. haha..Don't know what it looks like.I am looking foward to see the place. Hon kor taught me some Thai language. haha..actualy I got learn some from net. It's quite funny.U may learn it..haha..I'm not anyhow teach one. U may try to speak to ur Thai friends..Words:             Hello = sa wa di ka</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106320366258955193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106320366258955193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106320366258955193' title='&lt;strong&gt;Thailand...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106295000748666425</id><published>2003-09-07T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T01:02:03.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel..</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I feel my heart pain and sour. I don't know what happened to me. I am not full in love with someone, I  just felt it pain and sour.Friendship is most important in my life. I love my friends,and my family. I hope them love me as long as they live. If one day, I lost a friend like U, I will be very sad about it.If one day, you R sad, I will be sad too.If one day, you R lonely, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106295000748666425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106295000748666425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106295000748666425' title='&lt;strong&gt;I feel..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106267410715795468</id><published>2003-09-04T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T15:30:24.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am studpid, am I?</title><summary type='text'>I got  back my CT6's results. I failed 2subjects out of 6subjects, failed by 2marks.. ugh~~~~ I do not like science and combine human. I tried to do well, but .....I do not know why.... ~q(&gt;.&lt;)p~...I am very sad about it. I do not know why I am not good in these two subjects.. What should I do? I felt that combine human is a easy combine subject. sobss.. I still failed it..If you have any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106267410715795468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106267410715795468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106267410715795468' title='&lt;strong&gt;I am studpid, am I?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106257506391072864</id><published>2003-09-03T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T15:30:04.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a little blur gal</title><summary type='text'>Today is a boring day even though I have no lessons in school, instead of activities. By the way, tomorrow I will have my mass run.. It's my 1st time have mass run in the new school, don't know what will happen to me.haha.. Oh my goodness! I so super blur. I went out to buy fruits then I put my handphone inside the bag with fruits. When I got home, I put the fruits inside the refrigerator with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106257506391072864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106257506391072864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106257506391072864' title='&lt;strong&gt;I&apos;m a little blur gal&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106180709297905577</id><published>2003-08-25T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T11:26:07.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish....</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what I should do. I wish to go to Canada or NZ to study university. Meanwhile, I wanna take TOEFL before I go to other country to study. I am not smart but I will try to get good results. My daddy wishes me to be a useful person. Of coz I wanna be a useful person.hehe..I love my daddy very much , I can't measure how much it is. Even though we seldom talk and meet each other, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106180709297905577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106180709297905577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106180709297905577' title='&lt;strong&gt;I wish....&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106155585617676612</id><published>2003-08-22T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T15:50:02.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love school when school is closed for holiday!!!</title><summary type='text'>Today, my calss went to the school hall to practice the play. "Zhutou si le.."They changed the script instead of the other script. I am not in the play. I am incharg of the PA, I control the system for my calss play.Haha..Now I am wearing my other braces! hmmm...they are quite okay. It's better than my last braces. haha..hmm..Should I take back my old braces? haha.I have started to miss them le</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106155585617676612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106155585617676612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106155585617676612' title='&lt;strong&gt;I love school when school is closed for holiday!!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106139720649341683</id><published>2003-08-21T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T21:22:16.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Should I Do?</title><summary type='text'>Should I still be your friend? Should I ignore you? Should I treat you like a stranger? or shold I do more such things like I say? What should I do??If I don't talk to you anymore and always reject to out with you, means we have something wrong between us,since you did / said something to me at the first place and don't respect me also. I can't accept that when I treat someone very nice, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106139720649341683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106139720649341683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106139720649341683' title='&lt;strong&gt;What Should I Do?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106120571059409131</id><published>2003-08-18T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T21:53:17.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the.........</title><summary type='text'>Zhu Tou Si LEEEEE~~~~ I tried to renew the site, but failed!!! OhMyGoodness!!! Anyway, I have no time to do it after today. But I will renew my diary everyday. q(^.^)pMy tests are coming soon. haizz..stress!! I have to be more hard working or else I will get bad result!! ~*(&gt;.&lt;)*~..Let's Ganbadei for tests! haha.. Sobsss..I want to cut my hair, but Hua is not free and busy with her tests </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106120571059409131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106120571059409131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106120571059409131' title='&lt;strong&gt;What the.........&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106103360469426638</id><published>2003-08-16T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T13:56:29.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's buring the hatchet!!!</title><summary type='text'>Today, I didn't go to anywhere. haha..I online whole day , doing something and reading on any nice websites!haha..I found a test of what relationship between you and your lover.you may try it!Everyone of you should have a Chinese name right. Go and count the sum of your Chinese name and his or her.E.g: He(32) Me(31) Take the bigger no. to deduct the samll no. as 32-31 = 1, it is my ans!See</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106103360469426638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106103360469426638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106103360469426638' title='&lt;strong&gt;Let&apos;s buring the hatchet!!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106096271143285354</id><published>2003-08-15T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T22:54:30.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonana my braces!!!</title><summary type='text'>haha..today, I have taken out my braces. wah~ It was so excited! haha..now I felt abit bu xi guan. Next week have to go back to take my the other braces. It can take up and put in anytime, anywhere I want. haha..After dentist, I went to parkway to study with Hua. And then we went to top floor to shop. We have bought a lot of things. haha..It was heavy!!! By the way, I didn't complain as I enjoy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106096271143285354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106096271143285354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106096271143285354' title='&lt;strong&gt;Sayonana my braces!!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106086082681291538</id><published>2003-08-14T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T22:58:47.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna study overnight anymore!!!</title><summary type='text'>Always study overnight,after that make me sleepy whole day. hiazz..next time I try to don't study overnight.Today, I saw a Indian student of secondary who wear in white uniform and ride on a motosidege. Wah~It's cool man! I wonder how old is he? haha..very Li Hai right! Today, I having my Chinese and English tests. Oh my goodness, I think I will fail my English as I didn't study well! sobsss..~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106086082681291538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106086082681291538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106086082681291538' title='&lt;strong&gt;I don&apos;t wanna study overnight anymore!!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106078926225330061</id><published>2003-08-13T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T18:48:53.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress &amp; Tired!</title><summary type='text'>Nowadays, every week got tests. I got tuition also untill 1030pm. Tomorrow I having Chinese and English tests. By the way, my class has a class play on next week or after next week. I act the sister of the main character. Haha. yesterday,we have practice the play in the class after school. It's quite funny while we were acting the characters. By the way, Boon in the play never call me JieJie even</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106078926225330061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106078926225330061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106078926225330061' title='&lt;strong&gt;Stress &amp; Tired!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106027015949661140</id><published>2003-08-07T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T22:45:26.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired..</title><summary type='text'>Today, I am very tired. By the way, today I got Geo. and Eng spelling tests. I think I will fail my Geo. test since I didn't study enough. Tomorrow is National Day celebration in school. 730am to 9+am. So I have PA duty tomorrow. By the way, todya is Hong Min korkor's birthday. haha..He is a friendly, popular, nice kind of person. He comes from Thailand but have been in Sg  many years. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106027015949661140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106027015949661140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106027015949661140' title='&lt;strong&gt;Tired..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106015972934811869</id><published>2003-08-06T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T15:49:56.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zhu Tou si le..</title><summary type='text'>Today, my Geo. teacher wrote my name in the Red book due to I was sleepy in the class and wanna call my Aunt as well. I didn't do any worse things during her lesson. It just a samll thing , she aslo wanna call my Aunt . So that I was very angry with her and stared at her. However, she talked to in personally before lesson going to over. She asked me few questions such as why I was sleepy in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106015972934811869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106015972934811869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106015972934811869' title='&lt;strong&gt;Zhu Tou si le..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106009925565482969</id><published>2003-08-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T02:49:51.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><summary type='text'>Hehe..Today,I am very happy even now. haha..I can't stop laughing as I am really very happy now. Anyway, I have reveiced a present from Carena. It's a keyboard cushion, cute and useful for me. haha..This year I don't receive much presents and I didn't inform much people today is my birthday before my birthday was coming. haha..I don't konw why, I am not really want to celebrate my birthday this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106009925565482969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106009925565482969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106009925565482969' title='&lt;strong&gt;Happy Day&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-106001725503636838</id><published>2003-08-05T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T18:06:42.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!</title><summary type='text'>            Wah~Today is my 17th birthday,haha..time flys! I was receive a call by my daddy yesterday.haha..My daddy is the 1st person who given me present..keke..The present is MD.Yes!!.It's a great present!!!! I love it much!!  By the way, I intend to treat my friends a meal at Parkway or East Coast tonight..             Last night, I was doing my Art..haha..I am a lazy little gal, always do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106001725503636838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/106001725503636838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106001725503636838' title='&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-105991429313231175</id><published>2003-08-03T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T17:46:17.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and tide waits for no man..</title><summary type='text'>             It's true!!I am already 16 years old.Time and tide waits for no man. who can help me to pause the clock of the world! Who can help me to keep my age as now?                          Anyway, my birthday is coming soon on next Tuesday, o5 of Aug. haha, let's look on positive side! In fact, I would like to receive a lot of gifts from any one of you. Ooppss..I haven't started my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/105991429313231175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/105991429313231175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105991429313231175' title='&lt;strong&gt;Time and tide waits for no man..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640570.post-105985272036940853</id><published>2003-08-02T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T22:07:08.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to all of you who born in Aug..</title><summary type='text'>Actually yesterday I had to go for a birthday party with my schoolmates to celebrate with those who born in Aug.By the way,I am one of them,but I didn't go for the party since I was too tired.Now I have to worry about tomorrow as I have promised some of them I will be going to the birthday party.Meanwhile,some of them thought I will be going to the party so they are going too.Ermmm...I'm  looking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/105985272036940853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640570/posts/default/105985272036940853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhumeimei.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105985272036940853' title='&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to all of you who born in Aug..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>zhumei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933651058512120082</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></entry></feed>
