<?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-8439771</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:41:59.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An apple a day keeps the doctor away!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-111830013223164996</id><published>2005-06-09T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T14:55:32.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An expectative day!</title><content type='html'>Today my best friend told me that one of her friends wanted to make a public notice tonight. She pleased us to find about 15 people to make a shape of heart. Oh~how romantic! Now my best friend has found 6 people already, and I have to find 9 people to help her dream comes true! Ha ha... Altough this thing is nothing about me, I still feel excitied to figure out the plan tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-111830013223164996?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/111830013223164996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=111830013223164996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111830013223164996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111830013223164996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2005/06/expectative-day.html' title='An expectative day!'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-111768352455317673</id><published>2005-06-02T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T11:38:44.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite Chinese food.</title><content type='html'>My favorite Chinese food is small steamed dumplings. The shape of the dumpling is small enough for people eating in a full mouth. In this kind of dumpling, it's full of much sweet soup. When you bite it slightly, you can taste the wonderful flavor inside it. Oh, thinking about the imagination of brain can let everyone flow saliva! In another way, you can bite a small size, and then suck its soup slowly. No matter the first eating way or the second one, you can taste it in an enjoyable mood! By the way, it is suitable for everyone's breakfast or midnight snack. All of these are the reason why I love to eat small steamed dumplings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-111768352455317673?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/111768352455317673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=111768352455317673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111768352455317673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111768352455317673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-favorite-chinese-food.html' title='My favorite Chinese food.'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-111698930664801548</id><published>2005-05-25T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T10:50:38.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A horrible experience.</title><content type='html'>Sunday night, when I shopping around a shoes' store, my best friend, who I knew for nine years, called me. In telephone, she told me with a sound of crying, said she was broken up with her boyfriend. Hearing such a bad news, I have no idea about my new shoes, for this reason, I pack up a pair of shoes without thinking and went to my friend's home immediately. When I got her house, she was talking to another friend in telephone. Besides, she looks much better than I thought. Later, she told me the whole details about their conversation. After two hours talking, I felt her mood became steadily, and I reassured myself and turned back to school. About two thirty, my cell phone rang again, it's her boyfriend! He told me that they were in hospital because my friend couldn't control her behavior and took over sleeping pills. Oh my God… This was the only thing appealed in my brain. After hearing it, I wore my coat and rode motorcycle to Kuo-tai hospital. When I arrived, I saw my friend with a long tube though into her body and out from her nose. How terrible! Sometimes she woke up and said that she felt a great pain in her throat. Looking her face, I felt so sorrow and told her it will soon be fine. Then she readily fell into sleep. But this affair was continuing repeated until the next morning. About nine o'clock in the morning, the doctor made the latest confirmation. There came a nurse putting out the tube and told us we can go home. No sleeping for a whole night, I felt nothing but exhausted… I need to take a rest. Finally they came home and I went back school that ending this horrible night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-111698930664801548?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/111698930664801548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=111698930664801548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111698930664801548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111698930664801548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2005/05/horrible-experience.html' title='A horrible experience.'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-111642053627391628</id><published>2005-05-18T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T20:48:56.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I went to find special bugs!</title><content type='html'>I went to Nei-wan to see firebugs on the day before yesterday. Because some of my friends have to take part-time jobs, we took of until eight thirty. When we arrived at the destination, it's ten o'clock. After finding firebugs about fifteen minutes, we finally knew that the time firebugs usually appear is between seven to nine o'clock. In other word, we had missed the time to see firebugs. Although we missed the time, there still two firebugs appear in the mountain! Ha ha… I felt happy when I saw them because it's my first time to see the bugs! The people there told us maybe it's too late when we came, and the other reason perhaps the weather was a little bad for these few days. So we couldn't see the magnificence of firebug. Now I know the reason why I couldn't see many firebugs, so, no matter what I will come there once again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-111642053627391628?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/111642053627391628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=111642053627391628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111642053627391628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111642053627391628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-i-went-to-find-special-bugs.html' title='The day I went to find special bugs!'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-111587858888447916</id><published>2005-05-12T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:17:17.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best type of job.</title><content type='html'>In my opinion, the best type of job is to be a tour guide. If someday I could be a tour guide, then I will go around the world with each group of different people and cruise anywhere without constraint. In this way, there would be many things for me to learn.&lt;br /&gt;For learning, traveling other countries not only can make me learn more foreign languages but also realize the local tradition and ethos. During guiding, I can deeply learn the background and history about the beauty spot. For another thing, learning how to deal with different kind of person’s affair and know how to be on familiar with somebody is the most important thing to me. These are many details that we can not easily know in common life.&lt;br /&gt;For gaiety, there are many landscapes for me to seek, and I can also taste different food in every city. By the way, above all, when I was an old woman, I can tell my children and grandsons these experiences that I had passed.&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a tour guide in the future, I will really enjoy my life with all different “countries” and learn any kind of tradition by traveling around the world. The last but not least, before I become a guide, the thing I have to do is only studying hardly. To sum up, no matter what difficulty I will meet; just keep going and facing this goal to spend my effort, and I believe that I will make the dream come true someday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-111587858888447916?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/111587858888447916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=111587858888447916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111587858888447916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111587858888447916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2005/05/best-type-of-job.html' title='The best type of job.'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-111521254840608708</id><published>2005-05-04T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:15:48.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so hot? ~"~</title><content type='html'>Oh, my God... It became hot and hot day after day. In my room, there are two fans, but the wind couldn't blow inside. We only turn the fans on, but we still can not feel the sense of cool. The temperature out of our room is always lower than inside. Untill these days, my roommates and I started to consider wheter we should buy the air conditioner card or not. Yesterday, I felt too hot that I sweated to wake up. We all think it's May day, and after two months we would leave here and enjoy summer vacation. Should we buy the card? Why such an easy question now becomes so difficult to decide? ~"~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-111521254840608708?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/111521254840608708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=111521254840608708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111521254840608708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111521254840608708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-so-hot.html' title='Why so hot? ~&quot;~'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-111353133469687641</id><published>2005-04-15T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T10:15:34.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring break.</title><content type='html'>In spring break, I went to Kentin with my boyfriend. We planned it in a few days and then spent three days there. Although it was April day, the sun there just like burning fire. No matter day or night, every visitor there was wearing T-shirt and short pants. Sometimes I saw foreigners wearing bikini, suddenly I felt Kentin just like Hawaii!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                       to be continue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-111353133469687641?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/111353133469687641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=111353133469687641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111353133469687641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111353133469687641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2005/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring break.'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-111224355777813811</id><published>2005-03-31T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T09:51:55.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment</title><content type='html'>My favorite entertainment is playing the piano. When I was a little child, my mom took me to learn the talent. Now I am a freshman, I still love to play it. When my in a bad mood, I always sit and move my fingers on the keyboard. Following the melody can turn my mind into a nother better circumstances. On the other hand, learning how to play the piano will be a thing which should have more patience. Generally speaking, people usually have to continue about three years that can master it. Maybe three years are not a short time. However, well goes the saying,"Practice makes perfact!". So, nomatter how difficult things would be, just keep going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-111224355777813811?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/111224355777813811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=111224355777813811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111224355777813811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111224355777813811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2005/03/entertainment.html' title='Entertainment'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-111171155452123347</id><published>2005-03-25T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T09:50:06.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would be good.</title><content type='html'>A few days before, I broke up with my boyfriend. Although I know I will feel sad, I decided to make the decision finally. We had together more than five months, it's not a short time for me to give up easily. Maybe breaking up is a more suitable way for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-111171155452123347?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/111171155452123347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=111171155452123347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111171155452123347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111171155452123347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-would-be-good.html' title='I would be good.'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-111129395902070577</id><published>2005-03-20T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T12:51:51.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha ha ha~</title><content type='html'>Yesturday was a happy day. I and my roommates went to play bowling ball. At first, I tried to hit them, but I gradatim felt it was difficult that I always let the ball fall into two sides of the bowling alley. After practicing, I took an eight-pound ball and made a strike! Wow, what such a exciting thing! I shouted loud and laughed that I could't close my mouth! For another thing, when I practiced to make a strike, I had ever took a nine-pound ball. I felt it was a little heavy, but I didn't change another ball. Then, I slowlly walked and played forward. At that time, although my brain thought I should throw the ball in front of me, but the ball was fallen down behide me beacuse it was too heavy that I couldn't hold it steadly. Everyone there laughed together and I also laughed that I can't stand up! Ha ha ha ha ha.....&lt;br /&gt;It's a great day for me and also unforgetable memory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-111129395902070577?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/111129395902070577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=111129395902070577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111129395902070577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111129395902070577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2005/03/ha-ha-ha.html' title='Ha ha ha~'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-111044422503924125</id><published>2005-03-10T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T09:05:27.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day!</title><content type='html'>Yesturday was Wednesday, my roommates and I went to grassy lake night market. We cruised around and looked other people played any kind of games. In one of those games, I found a brainteaser that I will never forget. The rules of it were pretty easy, any participant only has to throw a ten dollars coin on an iron board. If he/she completed it, then he/she could win back two dolls in large size. Any passer by almost stopped to try it. I didn't see anyone win them in the end but the boss laughed all the time. Besides, we also had dinner(porkchop) there, for an embarrassed thing, I forgot to pay my bill! Ha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-111044422503924125?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/111044422503924125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=111044422503924125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111044422503924125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/111044422503924125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-day.html' title='A good day!'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-110990184322575724</id><published>2005-03-04T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T10:04:03.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful day!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my boyfriend's birthday. It's his nineteen years old. In chinese trandition, no one can celebrate his/her own birthday when it's his/her birthday about "nine" years old, or he/she will have bad destiny in this full year. For this reason, I took the number "twenty" of candle for his cake. We ate dinner with two of my friends in a Chinese style restaurant. After an hour, I took the cake out and put candles on it, then showed it in front of him. Without mentioning this surprised affair to him, his face appeared a feeling of touched and shy. For five months we together, I have never seen him looks so cheerful! In his smile I found innocence just like a child! Besides, I also bought him a watch of Casio that he really likes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-110990184322575724?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/110990184322575724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=110990184322575724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/110990184322575724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/110990184322575724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2005/03/wonderful-day.html' title='A wonderful day!'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-110923517369413171</id><published>2005-02-24T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T16:59:35.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>可愛ㄉ不像我= =</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/84711174@N00/5346048/"&gt;å¾ä¸åæ= =&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/84711174@N00/"&gt;linfen77&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/84711174@N00/5346048/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/5346048_14db3e8dd0_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;嘿嘿~口愛ㄏㄡ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-110923517369413171?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/110923517369413171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=110923517369413171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/110923517369413171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/110923517369413171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title='可愛ㄉ不像我= ='/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-110893156932391217</id><published>2005-02-21T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T04:33:51.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby sometimes love just ain't enough...</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna lose you, I don't wanna use you, just to have somebody by my side. I don't wanna hate you, I don't wanna take you, but I don't wanna be the one to cry. That don't really in matter to anyone, anymore. But like a fool like keep losing my place, I keep seeing you walk through that door. There was a danger in loving somebody too much, and that's sad when you know it's your hear you can't trust. That's the reason why people don't stay where they are, baby sometimes love just ain't enough. I can never change you, I don't wanna blame you, baby you don't have to take the fall. Yes, I may have hurt you, but I did not dissert you, maybe I just manna have it all. It makes a sound like thounder. It makes me feel like rain, but like fool who will never see the truth, I keep thinking somethings ganna change. And there was a danger in loving somebody too much, and that's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust. That's the reason why people don't stay where they are cause baby sometimes love just ain't enough.&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way home. When that's late at nigh and you're all alone. Are the things that you wanna to say, Do you feel me beside you in your bed, where beside you where I used to lay.&lt;br /&gt;And there was a danger in loving somebody too much. And that's sad when you know it's your heart they can't touch. That's the reason why people don't say who they are cause baby sometimes love just ain't enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-110893156932391217?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/110893156932391217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=110893156932391217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/110893156932391217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/110893156932391217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2005/02/baby-sometimes-love-just-aint-enough.html' title='Baby sometimes love just ain&apos;t enough...'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-110483202425258077</id><published>2005-01-04T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T17:47:04.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year!!!!</title><content type='html'>Five, four, three, two, one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!^0^Happy new year~!!Oh, ya!! It's a new year just in the same with before, but the thing different from past is my senior high classmates and I passed this year together. On December 31st, nine calssmates of mine and I went to the coldest city of Tipei-Tamsui. Haha...everyone who had heard our action said that we must be crazy! Although the weather was only seven degrees, our enthusiasm still never decreased! We bought a skylight and wrote everything we hoped on it. Of course, taking pictures is the most important thing we should do. After leaving photoes with it, we lifted it up to the air. When it flew into the sky, our moods were also changed as it in the sky, until it became smaller and smaller. At the latest thirty seconds of 2004, all of us started to burned the biggest wands and waited the latest ten seconds coming... Ten, nine,eight...Five, four, three, two, one! We all tossed the wands out off hands at the first second of 2005. What such a wonderful sight. Boom,boom,boom... The sky was also ornamented by firecrackers... How beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;Then, we continued to call everyone who was in the same calss of mine. When our teacher picked up the phone, we shouted "Happy new year!" meanwhile! She was touched by us! It was the most happiness thing for her! At that time, I felt I was also glad when I gave the same feeling to someone! It's really a glorious day I wouldn't forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-110483202425258077?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/110483202425258077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=110483202425258077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/110483202425258077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/110483202425258077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year!!!!'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-110322022288295890</id><published>2004-12-17T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T02:08:10.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so lucky!^0^</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend took me to a place to see stars before yesterday! When it became darker and darker, there revealed more and more stars in the sky. How beautiful! At that time, we saw a shooting star meanwhile. There was nothing but silence between he and I. Because the shooting star moved too fast, we didn't have time to pray for ourselves. That was the first shooting star that I have never seen before. By the way, in the past few days, someone had put a huge Christmas Tree in front of Windance. It is 25 meters high and 11 meters in width, and over ten thousand light bulbs on it. If I had free time, I would go there one more time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-110322022288295890?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/110322022288295890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=110322022288295890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/110322022288295890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/110322022288295890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-so-lucky0.html' title='I am so lucky!^0^'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-110106032965810060</id><published>2004-11-22T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T01:44:00.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will he be smart?</title><content type='html'>Perfect weeken...imperfect mood...&lt;br /&gt;Oh~I hope all those things are just based on my fantasy. Maybe...he didn't get alone with a girlfriend...maybe...I have started to help him find any reason...= =a&lt;br /&gt;I have only a question in my mind, will he know that? If...if...he could be a little smart, then he will know what's happened to us. Perhaps, that's real "free" feeling...&lt;br /&gt;Besides, after midterm, there will be many grades handed tomorrow. How many subjects will I be failed? I don't know, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-110106032965810060?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/110106032965810060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=110106032965810060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/110106032965810060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/110106032965810060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2004/11/when-will-he-be-smart.html' title='When will he be smart?'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-110062317801503695</id><published>2004-11-17T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T00:49:15.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why he lets me feel he is so busy?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...he isn't busy at all. But, what had happened to him? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...I don't realize him completely is the only thing I realize...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...these things are all basic on my pessimistic emotion...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...maybe there are many else "maybe's'" waiting for me to guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-110062317801503695?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/110062317801503695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=110062317801503695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/110062317801503695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/110062317801503695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2004/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439771.post-110050510795681186</id><published>2004-11-15T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T15:51:47.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so tired...</title><content type='html'>To prepare today's midterm exam, I burned the midnight oil yesterday until 4 o'clock this morning.&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I felt my spirit was pretty good in a sense of strange when I went to bed...&lt;br /&gt;Then I got up at 8:00.........................What's happened?@.@~&lt;br /&gt;Oh~I think I really have nothing but to sleep now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439771-110050510795681186?l=lovelylinfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/feeds/110050510795681186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439771&amp;postID=110050510795681186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/110050510795681186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439771/posts/default/110050510795681186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylinfen.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-so-tired.html' title='I am so tired...'/><author><name>Sebrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396645686794861339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
