<?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-6437105312130141032</id><updated>2011-10-21T14:49:43.734-07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Self-Planning'/><category term='Body Training'/><category term='Budget Count'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Nested</title><subtitle type='html'>I feel settled in this place.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437105312130141032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>O_0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03858595671199686946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIc2v_9UvLw/TZp5MmunthI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9aDNoilisQI/s220/0401111326.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437105312130141032.post-6737202809922608855</id><published>2011-05-26T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T20:54:09.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Before bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I decided to stay on this page. Write.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Write about everything. I always think it's more difficult to conduct a second language blog, but it has been fun and I've been updating it. I came across a lot of thoughts in this blog. I think it's another way to know about life. To hold, and obtain a sense of belonging.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always have our to-do list along. We sometimes don't give it much attention due to the fact that something we do now is worth way more than the predicted value on the original list.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what if I could do everything right like what I've been trying to do, but I do not expect the external power to take over/exaggerate the situation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My flow of mind is ended today. Good night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437105312130141032-6737202809922608855?l=nested.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/feeds/6737202809922608855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/2011/05/before-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437105312130141032/posts/default/6737202809922608855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437105312130141032/posts/default/6737202809922608855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/2011/05/before-bed.html' title='Before bed'/><author><name>O_0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03858595671199686946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIc2v_9UvLw/TZp5MmunthI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9aDNoilisQI/s220/0401111326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437105312130141032.post-1511609521428292906</id><published>2011-05-05T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T19:40:08.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>I love food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I love food. My boyfriend got me a slow-cooker so my college meal is much easier to fix.&amp;nbsp;Pretty easy, when I go study somewhere, I usually throw things in a pot and after I arrive home, the delicious smell can't cease my hunger and temptation to open the lid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get tired reading recipes, in fact right now&amp;nbsp;I'm in a school library typing this blog up after the inspiration coming from reading all the recipes. I love making food for other people. I like to eat out, but for a college student, saving money on eating can&amp;nbsp;be a good deal, therefore I bought the bento lunch box for every meal. Too bad our school only has two or three places where they have public microwaves. As summer's approaching, pre-made sandwiches in a&amp;nbsp;lunch box food might be the best option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not sharing much on the blog, but I'll try to upload more pictures once I get muh food ready! Stay tuned for the updates! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437105312130141032-1511609521428292906?l=nested.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/feeds/1511609521428292906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437105312130141032/posts/default/1511609521428292906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437105312130141032/posts/default/1511609521428292906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-food.html' title='I love food'/><author><name>O_0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03858595671199686946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIc2v_9UvLw/TZp5MmunthI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9aDNoilisQI/s220/0401111326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437105312130141032.post-7976743889085659495</id><published>2011-04-10T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:42:05.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Budget Count'/><title type='text'>Cutting Down on My Budget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's only the 10th of April, my monthly grocery spending goes up to $190.91. It's not a rational number. As a female shopper, and good price comparer, I feel guilty and am not very confident about the rest of month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the shock, I did check the Survey:&lt;a href="http://www.getrichslowly.org/blog/2006/06/23/survey-how-much-do-you-spend-on-food/"&gt;http://www.getrichslowly.org/blog/2006/06/23/survey-how-much-do-you-spend-on-food&lt;/a&gt;. There are a lot of wise people who keep track of their budget while enjoying life without having to worry going negative. As a college student, a poor college student, I have to face the economic circumstances as well, that's part of learning experience to be independent. I'm hoping that next year, actually this coming September I will be able to work on me and my roommates' grocery spending. Therefore we can save money and live better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However I think, working with myself is driven by the internal force which will be easier because time and the amount of energy you put does not really matter once your patience lasts. Working with others involves communication and also psychological interpretation. That's why I chose an easy-going roommate next year. lol. I hope she can understand my craziness once we get down to budget limit!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the month I decide on spending around $60-$65, so that my budget will remain the same. I will pack lunch the rest of the month. No dining out until there's some extra in hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437105312130141032-7976743889085659495?l=nested.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/feeds/7976743889085659495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/2011/04/cutting-down-on-my-budget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437105312130141032/posts/default/7976743889085659495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437105312130141032/posts/default/7976743889085659495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/2011/04/cutting-down-on-my-budget.html' title='Cutting Down on My Budget'/><author><name>O_0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03858595671199686946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIc2v_9UvLw/TZp5MmunthI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9aDNoilisQI/s220/0401111326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437105312130141032.post-2621802215181620706</id><published>2011-04-04T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T18:58:16.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Training'/><title type='text'>Train my body</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I devote time to read today. All the complication will be gone. The friendship recently sustained or not. The most important thing is to explore. I would rather live classically, with my books. Despite all the social change. I need to train myself as an individual. I'm sure that &amp;nbsp;I can be trained. I want to seek for the concentration level/limit for my age. The background music is peaceful and quiet. Yes I do want to get trained. Yes train my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up at 7am and go to bed at 11pm that gives me eight hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my French class today. It was too much of a complexion. I felt out of breath in class, I no longer felt like that particular person that could raise the roof and blend in with absolute confidence. If I can't grasp the basic idea and fun out of a class, there shouldn't be a chance to chase the flow of the the soul of &amp;nbsp;a class. I feel there is no need to take it. I may find it necessary to do next quarter or the quarter after next. For my body, I feel revived after huge pain. The guy mentioned he had the sleeping disorder rang a bell on me. I appreicate my mental and physical health. I'm trying to protect it. And I'm fine with living alone. I found my capability to sustain the balance. I feel there's so much to explore. I can't force myself do too much. But I shall. Once I set my mind to do things. I dropped one more course. That means extra freedom. I shall live up to my expectations. I will practice my French and enhance reading this quarter. I feel life is wonderful while being a student. I hope I would appreciate this when I look back. It's just a paradise, I thank my parents for the great opportunity. I would like to offer my children the same if I get the potential to do things. I establish the thankfulness and I shall move on. I wrote this really cheesy. I hope to revise it in the future with more natural touch. I'm still working on this language while starting on French. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437105312130141032-2621802215181620706?l=nested.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/feeds/2621802215181620706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/2011/04/train-my-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437105312130141032/posts/default/2621802215181620706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437105312130141032/posts/default/2621802215181620706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/2011/04/train-my-body.html' title='Train my body'/><author><name>O_0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03858595671199686946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIc2v_9UvLw/TZp5MmunthI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9aDNoilisQI/s220/0401111326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437105312130141032.post-4677996661135557278</id><published>2011-04-02T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T18:16:55.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-Planning'/><title type='text'>Plans and Such</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We need to see. We need to make an effort to see. I haven't been able to write much recently. I will. I promise.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also, I have so much going on in mind. I can't help it writing in down. I want to tell the world that I'm ambitious, but right now the voice is so weak. I can't even stand up and say: test me up, for your service. I'm guilty of being a "useless" individual. If my goal is to serve the whole human society, what I am doing now is a waste of time. I'm not learning much as I supposed to. I can't benefit the whole society. What else is out there? I don't know. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To know my inner-struggle, I have to know more. And be able to express the right feeling I have. I really can't. This is something I really lack of. What can be done.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I listed several short term goals in the begining of the year, but I haven't kept it up. I have to confess. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I'm listing it again, hope I can keep up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. A book a day, no matter how much I grasp. Weekend can be devoted to something else. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Small brochure kept with me. Vocabulary enlargement builder. Also several things to keep in mind. Write down stuff whenever I feel like to. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks for bearing with me with my beginner's stumble on blogger. This has been rather informal and flowy directed by my&amp;nbsp;consciousness. I hope you had a good day, and if you are driven and motivated please leave a comment as I suppose we can work togther. I shall write something about the first book I'm reading tonight. Book name: &lt;i&gt;Why Europe Will Run The 21st Century&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437105312130141032-4677996661135557278?l=nested.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/feeds/4677996661135557278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/2011/04/plans-and-such.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437105312130141032/posts/default/4677996661135557278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437105312130141032/posts/default/4677996661135557278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/2011/04/plans-and-such.html' title='Plans and Such'/><author><name>O_0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03858595671199686946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIc2v_9UvLw/TZp5MmunthI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9aDNoilisQI/s220/0401111326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437105312130141032.post-1496770117982258346</id><published>2011-04-02T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T17:59:06.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Blogger is a cool place.&lt;br /&gt;I need to keep up with blogger as there is so much in life to take in concern and experience.&lt;br /&gt;Lacking of right vocabulary to express sometimes is frustrating, looking for the accurate expression for certain mindset doesn't seem so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lost part of a pieceful mindset is wandering in a lonely part of the planet. Thoughts wandering. Life alternation shall not occur? or may thee? Longing for alternation. Without full exposure I dare say there would be path to transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaded with tears, I haven't been trying. I haven't figured out the real self-image. I'm still exploring, paired with lots of my "friends".Sometimes they deceive my eyes, sometimes so hurt but I try. Until the day I can say that I understand what you want me to understand and beyond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437105312130141032-1496770117982258346?l=nested.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/feeds/1496770117982258346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/2011/04/transformation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437105312130141032/posts/default/1496770117982258346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437105312130141032/posts/default/1496770117982258346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/2011/04/transformation.html' title='Transformation'/><author><name>O_0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03858595671199686946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIc2v_9UvLw/TZp5MmunthI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9aDNoilisQI/s220/0401111326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437105312130141032.post-3180257024856724841</id><published>2009-10-07T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:43:42.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driven by the Coolness</title><content type='html'>Seldom for me to see the bamboo chairs here in this country, a normal look one  stood out in the middle of day in the middle of my way to friend's house one day when I was completely absent-minded. A glance at it gently touched my mind. It was lying quietly inside of the store behind the glass wall. Its color re-damned with worn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;maroon&lt;/span&gt;.  I felt something connected which made me slowly approaching to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly flipped through memories I tried to seek for the relationship that came across to this special chair. That went back to my childhood. I lived on the fifth floor with my grandparents in a city called in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Changzhou&lt;/span&gt; in the southern part of China.  Summer season was my favorite because our leisure "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chengliang&lt;/span&gt;" activity. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Literally&lt;/span&gt;, it can be translated into  "Driven by the coolness". Those bamboo chairs are those which we drove on. They were usually made of bamboo stripes. That was the only furniture I could carry because its light material when I was that young.  Sitting on them, we cheered and drank the soy milk my Grandpa made for us. We three usually got three bamboo chairs. I got the smallest one. Or sometimes we got only two of them. I would climb onto Grandma and snuggle with her. She would pet me softly.  Grandpa usually has his own chair and he usually sang all the songs he knew without certain order . Lullabies and the songs he used to sing in the army in Korean or Russian, he would stare at the sky and tell the lengend of the moon or other stories he was told when he was young. Grandma and I would just sit there and enjoy whatever Grandpa was telling. We felt we were so comfortable because our special "rides" by the coolness,we felt our skin could breathe through those little holes through the crossed stripes. At the same time we were so connected between each other feeling thankful for life and pleasant times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staring it for a while, I had a very nice walk to my friend's house filled with all my sweet memories. I am so glad going back this winter to celebrate the New Year festival with them and talk about that around the dinner table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437105312130141032-3180257024856724841?l=nested.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/feeds/3180257024856724841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/2009/10/seldom-for-me-to-see-bamboo-chairs-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437105312130141032/posts/default/3180257024856724841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437105312130141032/posts/default/3180257024856724841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nested.blogspot.com/2009/10/seldom-for-me-to-see-bamboo-chairs-here.html' title='Driven by the Coolness'/><author><name>O_0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03858595671199686946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIc2v_9UvLw/TZp5MmunthI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9aDNoilisQI/s220/0401111326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
