tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45881918893220570932011-11-27T15:26:29.488-08:00sort of thoughtsjeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12102171667339817690noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588191889322057093.post-29621695430627831752011-09-26T13:52:00.000-07:002011-09-26T14:27:39.800-07:00tonight, i cried. in bed, in darkness.<br /><br />sometimes i wonder what is meant to be a human, and why we are here, and what we are really suppose to do in this world. when i looked around the friends i grew up with, they are married, had kids, it seems very clear in their mind that all their hope is with the kid. sometimes i wonder, is this meant to be a human? i am single, i am not married, and i dont have kid, so what am i suppose to do?<br /><br />i looked back at all of these great people in the world, they work hard, and they fight for what they believe ..... often when i think of them, tears would be running down my cheeks, and i started asking myself: jeremy, what do you believe?<br /><br />i think i am terribly missing my parents.... i called my dad the other day, he said, give a call to your mum, she was thinking of you laterly.... i really dont think i have been a good son at all ..... now i am crying worse.<br /><br />we born, we grow, we mature, we age, we die. where am i? and what have i done?<br /><br />I wish I can do great things, just like these great people. I wish I could be with my parents so I can look after them, so they would not miss me too much and I can see them easily. I wish I could get married and have kids and have an ordinary life just like everyone else. I wish I had a belief, so I can thrive on it. I wish there are no boundries between you and me, so we can talk to each other more easily......<br /><br />Now I am just being stupid. Go to bed and stop writing.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588191889322057093-2962169543062783175?l=jeremyzheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12102171667339817690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588191889322057093.post-30651518891276972302011-09-13T13:26:00.000-07:002011-09-13T13:36:31.462-07:00My best friend from China just had his first baby. <div><br /></div><div>He firstly posted this news on his micro-blog, announced a giant baby weigh 8.8kg was born, and he happened to be his dad. </div><div><br /></div><div>I did the following things:-</div><div>I phoned up him the next day, surprisingly he answered the phone, and sounded as if he just went through the whole god-craeted-labour.</div><div>I phoned up my dad. He said: did you know Linchen just had a baby, so since you two are same age, when are you going to have a baby? i.e are you not under pressure? I said: Dad, since when having baby is like a competition? </div><div><br /></div><div>Suddenly, there was this great realisation: almost every single friend of mine back to China either pregnant or had a baby!!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>How old are you? </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588191889322057093-3065151889127697230?l=jeremyzheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12102171667339817690noreply@blogger.com0