<?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-1263098506713146660</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:11:40.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole's Life Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125061341089960395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pX9_TVMEa-s/SMzWjSwfn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z6ZpcDXgrd8/S220/dog+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263098506713146660.post-130746213858108720</id><published>2010-05-26T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T06:11:57.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you are no longer useful....</title><content type='html'>When the world looks into valuable materials, I look for eternal peace. When the world is looking down, not at who you are but what you are for, i turn to God for the hurting experience. When people just want you, so u can keep on to contribute, without looking at the burdens you take, the troubles u have, the fears inside, I look to God for comfort. When the world see only the outer of u and not the inner, I look to God for joy. When the world despises u becoz u r not as what they expected u to be, not because u r not good but because they hardly care or even bother, I turn to God for love. When the pain inside heart is unknown, it blisters the heart and left with a sad, sad memory...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263098506713146660-130746213858108720?l=zhietzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/feeds/130746213858108720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263098506713146660&amp;postID=130746213858108720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/130746213858108720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/130746213858108720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-you-are-no-longer-useful.html' title='When you are no longer useful....'/><author><name>Nicole Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125061341089960395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pX9_TVMEa-s/SMzWjSwfn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z6ZpcDXgrd8/S220/dog+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263098506713146660.post-5667364870749080691</id><published>2010-03-20T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T08:38:07.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263098506713146660-5667364870749080691?l=zhietzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/feeds/5667364870749080691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263098506713146660&amp;postID=5667364870749080691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/5667364870749080691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/5667364870749080691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/2010/03/making-difference.html' title='Making a difference'/><author><name>Nicole Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125061341089960395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pX9_TVMEa-s/SMzWjSwfn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z6ZpcDXgrd8/S220/dog+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263098506713146660.post-5318518440249205589</id><published>2010-03-20T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T08:27:57.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My love will get you home...</title><content type='html'>A touchy song by Christine Glass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wander off too far, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;If you follow the wrong star, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,&lt;br /&gt;get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the bright lights blinds your eyes, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;If your troubles break your stride, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,&lt;br /&gt;get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel ashamed, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;When there's only you to blame, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,&lt;br /&gt;get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,&lt;br /&gt;get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, my love will get you home,&lt;br /&gt;Boy, my love will get you home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263098506713146660-5318518440249205589?l=zhietzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/feeds/5318518440249205589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263098506713146660&amp;postID=5318518440249205589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/5318518440249205589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/5318518440249205589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-love-will-get-you-home.html' title='My love will get you home...'/><author><name>Nicole Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125061341089960395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pX9_TVMEa-s/SMzWjSwfn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z6ZpcDXgrd8/S220/dog+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263098506713146660.post-853471691177102957</id><published>2010-03-11T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:47:09.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused...</title><content type='html'>When feelings are torned, I felt numb and restless. Unable to think, unable to study and unable to move. I wonder if my life has to go on like this forever... I know that the decision I made now might influence my whole entire life, entire journey of what i might be dreaming of... And I keep asking myself, "Am I able to take it", "Will I be able to face it?". Even so, I do not know what to do. My feelings keep on betraying me... WHat should I do? What is  my next time? I know i'm moving in no direction... BEcause I'm confused.. My mind is torturing me with so much questions but I could not find any answer. Somtimes just feels that no one will ever understand me.. Eventhough someone dear to me is near but it seems that he's so far away. Feelings of uncertainty just flashing its way on me, and I'm still now trying to find the answer....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263098506713146660-853471691177102957?l=zhietzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/feeds/853471691177102957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263098506713146660&amp;postID=853471691177102957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/853471691177102957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/853471691177102957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/2010/03/confused.html' title='Confused...'/><author><name>Nicole Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125061341089960395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pX9_TVMEa-s/SMzWjSwfn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z6ZpcDXgrd8/S220/dog+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263098506713146660.post-5801442967828884518</id><published>2009-11-01T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:30:07.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes days move too fast, night just came without even I noticing. when i look into the sky, I wonder how fast time really flies... Never realise how far the journey I have been... No more time to look back, not much time to work back.. Life's like a walking shadow, here today, gone tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes wonder, life is really that short...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263098506713146660-5801442967828884518?l=zhietzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/feeds/5801442967828884518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263098506713146660&amp;postID=5801442967828884518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/5801442967828884518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/5801442967828884518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/2009/11/time.html' title='Time...'/><author><name>Nicole Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125061341089960395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pX9_TVMEa-s/SMzWjSwfn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z6ZpcDXgrd8/S220/dog+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263098506713146660.post-2746516359113721155</id><published>2009-10-18T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:20:59.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not now...</title><content type='html'>Are you there? or am I just dreaming? if yes, please don't wake me up from my dream.. Just can't face the world. A world full of pretence and acting, a world full of uncertainties and lies, a world that don't really understands me... Given a moment like this, I just wanna cry out... Get me out of here.. this feeling that i'm feeling, isn't suitable for a moment like this... Not at a moment like this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263098506713146660-2746516359113721155?l=zhietzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/feeds/2746516359113721155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263098506713146660&amp;postID=2746516359113721155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/2746516359113721155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/2746516359113721155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-now.html' title='Not now...'/><author><name>Nicole Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125061341089960395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pX9_TVMEa-s/SMzWjSwfn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z6ZpcDXgrd8/S220/dog+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263098506713146660.post-6800046466918783888</id><published>2009-10-17T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T07:46:05.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strength</title><content type='html'>When everything seems to be falling apart, I found new strength in Christ who strengthens me... Just wanna thank God that He has been guiding me all these while, providing me with the best knowledge and wisdom to do my assignments and even my tests... Without You, where would I be, Lord... I felt that life is not about comparing ourselves with others but to prove ourselves to God that we can do it because of His providence... Life is only a temporary shelter, full of inconsistency and trials... and I thank God that He's always with me, although I'm yet a sinner... Just felt that life without God is meaningless.... Once again, thank you, Lord, thank you Jesus.. Love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263098506713146660-6800046466918783888?l=zhietzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/feeds/6800046466918783888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263098506713146660&amp;postID=6800046466918783888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/6800046466918783888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/6800046466918783888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/2009/10/strength.html' title='strength'/><author><name>Nicole Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125061341089960395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pX9_TVMEa-s/SMzWjSwfn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z6ZpcDXgrd8/S220/dog+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263098506713146660.post-6471374230535431722</id><published>2009-02-08T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:18:29.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>Today has not much different from tomorrow, just that today is more special than yesterday's. Sometimes we encounter some embarrassing moments in life and didn't know what to do. Sometimes action is sillier than what we thought. I wonder how human's brain works. Funny isn't it? Often in my heart I feel like giving up on certain things but days kept me hanging on. Hanging to something that I'm not sure if it's worth, hanging on something that I might or might not regret, hanging on decisions that I've made, hanging on so many things. Sorrow and pain just keep on pouncing on me! Just don;t know why. Can things be still by their own? Will a broken heart be healed, a lost soul be saved? Will tomorrow be better than today? Will the love be restored, happiness be granted? Questions that will have no answer. So, let's just wait for tomorrow.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263098506713146660-6471374230535431722?l=zhietzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/feeds/6471374230535431722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263098506713146660&amp;postID=6471374230535431722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/6471374230535431722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/6471374230535431722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/2009/02/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Nicole Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125061341089960395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pX9_TVMEa-s/SMzWjSwfn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z6ZpcDXgrd8/S220/dog+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263098506713146660.post-310397411088116740</id><published>2009-01-06T00:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:03:10.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I have a choice?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just feel that you are dying inside, but didn't know how to get out. You have no way to run, just in that little corner, you know you are left without a choice. How do you endure the sickness that tortures your mind, the pain that devours your heart? And you have just one question in mind. 'Can I have a choice?' When destiny is prepared for you, you have no choice but to follow suit. The question is, 'Do you dare to take the challenge of rebellion?'.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263098506713146660-310397411088116740?l=zhietzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/feeds/310397411088116740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263098506713146660&amp;postID=310397411088116740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/310397411088116740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/310397411088116740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-i-have-choice.html' title='Do I have a choice?'/><author><name>Nicole Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125061341089960395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pX9_TVMEa-s/SMzWjSwfn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z6ZpcDXgrd8/S220/dog+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263098506713146660.post-5408324938082720359</id><published>2009-01-04T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T04:36:55.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condemmers...</title><content type='html'>Torturers, oh torturers of dreams! &lt;div&gt;How my heart bleeds with lies of dreams ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking the daggers, filling the night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing how we shall end in fight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263098506713146660-5408324938082720359?l=zhietzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/feeds/5408324938082720359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263098506713146660&amp;postID=5408324938082720359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/5408324938082720359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/5408324938082720359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/2009/01/condemmers.html' title='Condemmers...'/><author><name>Nicole Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125061341089960395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pX9_TVMEa-s/SMzWjSwfn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z6ZpcDXgrd8/S220/dog+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263098506713146660.post-182165544505363159</id><published>2009-01-01T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:48:57.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of New Year!</title><content type='html'>Wow! it's the beginning of another new year, 2009! Cherish the old memories and welcome the new coming happenings. Year can be great but life definitely have to work a lot harder. Coming to think of it, a new year for a student's life may means new syllabus, more work, tougher assignments and greater burdens. Agree? Definitely! I can assure that it's not going to be easy but after all, I believe that we all can deal with it, of course with the help of our Almighty God. Life is a challenge and that's where we have to take it. So, good luck to all my friends and definitely, myself! We shall fight this war of studies together and triumph with excellence! Gambatte! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263098506713146660-182165544505363159?l=zhietzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/feeds/182165544505363159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263098506713146660&amp;postID=182165544505363159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/182165544505363159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/182165544505363159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/2009/01/beginning-of-new-year.html' title='The Beginning of New Year!'/><author><name>Nicole Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125061341089960395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pX9_TVMEa-s/SMzWjSwfn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z6ZpcDXgrd8/S220/dog+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263098506713146660.post-5732008689821809719</id><published>2008-10-05T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T06:00:35.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday...</title><content type='html'>Today this Sunday. Don't know why every Sunday I have certain fear in heart. Maybe because of the fact of going to school on Monday or maybe something else. Just don't get the feelings of studying. HowI wish! But reality is still reality. I still have to move on and keep going on no matter what circumstances... Life can be simple but we don't have much choice for it. Do it or leave it! That's it and your future will be just as that... But even every single day is like a dream, I thank God because He provided me with so many blessings into my life. Family love, a good relationship and caring friends from all over the place. I'll never get tired of thanking God for providing that someone special... How I wish it will never end... Wish that I could create a better world, a better living for all... Right now Michael Jackson's song is running through my head.. Heal the world, make it a better place, for you and for me and the entire human race... Yea.. For you and for me.. and what I am will definitely make a difference...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263098506713146660-5732008689821809719?l=zhietzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/feeds/5732008689821809719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263098506713146660&amp;postID=5732008689821809719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/5732008689821809719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/5732008689821809719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday.html' title='Sunday...'/><author><name>Nicole Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125061341089960395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pX9_TVMEa-s/SMzWjSwfn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z6ZpcDXgrd8/S220/dog+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263098506713146660.post-1324315213793056349</id><published>2008-09-25T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:53:38.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of Everything.....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i do regret for making certain situations in life. Getting attached to something that I call 'freedom-less'. If I am given a chance to turn back the time bu using time- machine, I think I wouldn't make this desicion. I don't think I'm ready for this kind of commitment, not ready to accept changes... But I guess life is like this, it's like a game, a roller coaster that goes up and down, up and down... I wonder when it would end. Sometimes I'm so tired of ll the things. I'm not physically tired but am mentally exhausted. not from all the studies at school but from of all teh problems, conflicts and everything. Im sick of it. Sometimes I just wish to have a nice good happy day but it just turns out to be the opposite. I guess this is my life. LIFE&lt;relationship&gt;PROBLEMS! No place for happiness, all for sorrows. I hate it to feel this way, everytime when I wake up, I just wish things would be different but every night the same thing will reappear and there's conflicts begins. Just wish that someday all this will end.. I hope it will be soon.. I don't feel like delaying anymore.. God please guide me... I'm finding the right time... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263098506713146660-1324315213793056349?l=zhietzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/feeds/1324315213793056349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263098506713146660&amp;postID=1324315213793056349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/1324315213793056349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/1324315213793056349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired-of-everything.html' title='Tired of Everything.....'/><author><name>Nicole Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125061341089960395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pX9_TVMEa-s/SMzWjSwfn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z6ZpcDXgrd8/S220/dog+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263098506713146660.post-2345439344685744827</id><published>2008-09-17T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:18:46.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a student + soon to be teacher</title><content type='html'>Life i always busy with assignments and tests. Everywhere I go, time is never enough. But thinking back, is it because of my own time management or is it because time is really not enough? Well, I guess both play their roles in changing my life. When life is so busy, I've begin not to think about the past but rather moving on towards the future. It is just a great and exciting journey to be in education sector. Everyday is full of mistery and surprises. However, it's not easy either. In fact, the most difficult among all. Everyone may think that educating is an easy job. 'Piece of cake la, just teach ma', you might say. But, the reality is just the reverse. Funny isn't it. You may laugh but we ( the educators) are taking the pain. Thus, don't ever critise or look down on this highly respected profession. I believe that every job, every form of career has its own difficulties. For example, We cannot say that a rubbish collector is easy because without them, are you still be able to have a clean environment? You won't want to do it yourself either, right? Thus, their contribution is actually a sacrifice. This same goes to teaching profession. Without a teacher, we can't produce a good and quality leaders because it all involves teaching and learning in school, college and university. hence, here I'm living my life full of burden and heavy responsibility. Imagine! Thousands of students are in my hands... Hehe.. Don't jump to the conclusion too soon. I might be a great teacher! =) Hopefully in a few years time... So, Gambatte to all educators!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263098506713146660-2345439344685744827?l=zhietzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/feeds/2345439344685744827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263098506713146660&amp;postID=2345439344685744827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/2345439344685744827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/2345439344685744827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-as-student-soon-to-be-teacher.html' title='Life as a student + soon to be teacher'/><author><name>Nicole Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125061341089960395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pX9_TVMEa-s/SMzWjSwfn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z6ZpcDXgrd8/S220/dog+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263098506713146660.post-4147478843949039865</id><published>2008-09-14T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:11:33.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sometimes things might just happen in a glimpse of an eye. Love may blooms, or it may fades when the shade goes by... Life is never a bed of roses but we need to get through each day, with the hectic moments of busy lifestyle and never ending chores, in and out of life. Time goes by, tick-tocking every second, making our lives moving without a single minute to stop. However, in the midst of busyness, I thank God that He, the Everlasting Father, provides me with good circle of supportive friends and family members. Well, thinking back, it's not too bad after all. I believe that the most important thing in our lives is not merely to earn pieces of notes, which we called "money" but to be able to enjoy and discover the underlying beauty of the world. That's the best of All! However, many people don't realize this. They may question '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to enjoy good life without having proper finance&lt;/span&gt;?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can we do charity work if we don't even have enough money for ourselves?"&lt;/span&gt; This may be true. However, let me ask you, how many people are willing to pour out their time and money once they are rich? They won't even have time for themselves to enjoy and earn more! Prove me if I'm wrong. Maybe they will, but probably only for the  beginning of few months or once in a blue moon for some special occassion. However, if you came to be the odd one, let me salute you with my deepest respect. Well, come straight to the point. Although I personally think that money is essential in the modern era now, it is not sufficient enough for us to live our life in a meaningful way.  One may enjoy life with all the luxuries but deep down, one will never be satisfied with living because it's human's nature to want more and more and even more of wealth. You determine the life that you're going to lead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263098506713146660-4147478843949039865?l=zhietzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/feeds/4147478843949039865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263098506713146660&amp;postID=4147478843949039865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/4147478843949039865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263098506713146660/posts/default/4147478843949039865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhietzu.blogspot.com/2008/09/hectic-life.html' title='Hectic Life...'/><author><name>Nicole Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125061341089960395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pX9_TVMEa-s/SMzWjSwfn3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z6ZpcDXgrd8/S220/dog+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
