﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>helenrchao's Xanga</title><link>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from helenrchao</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Clams in a Boiling Pot</title><link>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/715954338/clams-in-a-boiling-pot/</link><guid>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/715954338/clams-in-a-boiling-pot/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 05:13:38 GMT</pubDate><description>Clams in a Boiling Pot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All these years, &lt;br&gt;I have been playing the game of knowledge-seeking,&lt;br&gt;Done under the guise of promoting civilization, contributing to society, I was cheating myself; &lt;br&gt;Observe all these mortal beings, who really are living in a burning house and finding their own amusement, &lt;br&gt;Day and night not knowing what they're busy about, busy for what, suffering for what, &lt;br&gt;Like clams in a boiling pot, closing the shell, and thinking they have obtained safety,&lt;br&gt;"With great pain, small pain is pleasure," &lt;br&gt;Just have to think about it a bit to know that the boiling of the body is a fate inevitable,&lt;br&gt;Even more pitiful, is how many people have thought of this point, &lt;br&gt;But because they can not find the answer, they gave up,&lt;br&gt;And continue to be clams in a boiling pot. &lt;br&gt;By Master Jien Hu&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#29105;&amp;#37707;&amp;#19978;&amp;#30340;&amp;#34444;&amp;#34532;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#36889;&amp;#40636;&amp;#22810;&amp;#24180;&amp;#20358;&amp;#65292;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#25105;&amp;#19968;&amp;#30452;&amp;#22312;&amp;#29609;&amp;#33879;&amp;#27714;&amp;#30693;&amp;#30340;&amp;#36938;&amp;#25138;&amp;#65292;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#32654;&amp;#20854;&amp;#21517;&amp;#28858;&amp;#20419;&amp;#36914;&amp;#25991;&amp;#26126;&amp;#65292;&amp;#36002;&amp;#29563;&amp;#31038;&amp;#26371;&amp;#65292;&amp;#25105;&amp;#22312;&amp;#39449;&amp;#33258;&amp;#24049;&amp;#65307;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#35264;&amp;#23519;&amp;#33464;&amp;#33464;&amp;#30526;&amp;#29983;&amp;#65292;&amp;#30495;&amp;#30340;&amp;#26159;&amp;#36523;&amp;#34389;&amp;#28779;&amp;#23429;&amp;#29494;&amp;#20800;&amp;#33258;&amp;#22075;&amp;#25138;&amp;#65292;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#26085;&amp;#26085;&amp;#22812;&amp;#22812;&amp;#19981;&amp;#30693;&amp;#22312;&amp;#24537;&amp;#20160;&amp;#40636;&amp;#65292;&amp;#28858;&amp;#20309;&amp;#24537;&amp;#65292;&amp;#28858;&amp;#20309;&amp;#33510;&amp;#65292;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#20687;&amp;#29105;&amp;#37707;&amp;#20013;&amp;#34444;&amp;#34532;&amp;#65292;&amp;#21512;&amp;#19978;&amp;#22806;&amp;#27580;&amp;#65292;&amp;#20197;&amp;#28858;&amp;#24471;&amp;#21040;&amp;#23433;&amp;#36920;&amp;#65292;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#12300;&amp;#22312;&amp;#22823;&amp;#33510;&amp;#20013;&amp;#65292;&amp;#23567;&amp;#33510;&amp;#28858;&amp;#27138;&amp;#12301;&amp;#65292;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#24819;&amp;#19968;&amp;#24819;&amp;#23601;&amp;#30693;&amp;#36947;&amp;#26368;&amp;#24460;&amp;#28414;&amp;#27700;&amp;#29145;&amp;#36523;&amp;#30340;&amp;#21629;&amp;#36939;&amp;#20173;&amp;#26159;&amp;#38627;&amp;#20813;&amp;#65292;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#26356;&amp;#21487;&amp;#24754;&amp;#30340;&amp;#65292;&amp;#26159;&amp;#22810;&amp;#23569;&amp;#20154;&amp;#20063;&amp;#26366;&amp;#24819;&amp;#21040;&amp;#36889;&amp;#19968;&amp;#40670;&amp;#65292;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#20294;&amp;#22240;&amp;#25214;&amp;#19981;&amp;#21040;&amp;#31572;&amp;#26696;&amp;#65292;&amp;#32780;&amp;#25918;&amp;#26820;&amp;#20102;&amp;#65292;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#32380;&amp;#32396;&amp;#21435;&amp;#20570;&amp;#37707;&amp;#35041;&amp;#30340;&amp;#34444;&amp;#34532;&amp;#12290;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#25991;&amp;#65295;&amp;#35211;&amp;#35703;&amp;#27861;&amp;#24107;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;http://www.ctworld.org/disciple/mind/a/hu0028_01.htm&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/715954338/clams-in-a-boiling-pot/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>La Media Vuelta</title><link>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/694199486/la-media-vuelta/</link><guid>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/694199486/la-media-vuelta/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2009 18:26:53 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Media Vuelta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jose Alfredo Jimenez&lt;br&gt;Cantante: Luis Miguel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Te vas porque yo quiero que te vayas&lt;br&gt;  A la hora que yo quiera te detengo,&lt;br&gt;  Yo s&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&amp;#233;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" size="2"&gt; que mi cari&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" size="2"&gt;&amp;#241;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" size="2"&gt;o te hace falta&lt;br&gt;  Porque quieras o no&lt;br&gt;  Yo soy tu due&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" size="2"&gt;&amp;#241;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" size="2"&gt;o&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[You go because I want you to go&lt;br&gt;At the time that I want, you hold back&lt;br&gt;I know that you need(lack) my affection&lt;br&gt;Because want it or not&lt;br&gt;I am your owner (of your heart)]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  Yo quiero que te vayas por el mundo&lt;br&gt;  Y quiero que conozcas mucha gente&lt;br&gt;  Yo quiero que te besen otros labios&lt;br&gt;  Para que me compares&lt;br&gt;  Hoy, como siempre&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;[I want you to go out into the world&lt;br&gt;I want you to meet lots of people&lt;br&gt;I want you to be kissed by other lips&lt;br&gt;For you to compare them (with mine)&lt;br&gt;Today, to forever]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  Si encuentras un amor que te comprenda&lt;br&gt;  Y sientas que te quiera m&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&amp;#225;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" size="2"&gt;s que nadie&lt;br&gt;  Entonces yo dar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&amp;#233;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" size="2"&gt; la media vuelta&lt;br&gt;  Y me ir&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&amp;#233;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" size="2"&gt; con el sol&lt;br&gt;  Cuando muera la tarde&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;[If you meet a love who understands you&lt;br&gt;And you feel that he loves you more than anyone&lt;br&gt;Then I will turn around&lt;br&gt;And leave with the sun&lt;br&gt;When the afternoon dies]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  Te vas porque yo quiero que te vayas....&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;[You go because I want you to]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Basic story: Girl breaks up with guy, guy says "You're leaving because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;you to. Go ahead and meet other people, let them kiss you; and when you compare them to me, you'll realize that you need me, that I'm the owner of your heart."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/694199486/la-media-vuelta/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>My Scariest Nightmare - The Uninvited Contest</title><link>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/689183108/my-scariest-nightmare---the-uninvited-contest/</link><guid>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/689183108/my-scariest-nightmare---the-uninvited-contest/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 00:01:22 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just blogged about my scariest nightmare to enter &lt;/span&gt;The Uninvited &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scariest Nightmare Contest for 1,000 credits. You can &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/scariestnightmare.aspx"&gt;earn free credits&lt;/a&gt; too! Brought to you by The Uninvited - In Theaters January 30th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/689183108/my-scariest-nightmare---the-uninvited-contest/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Gone With the Wind...</title><link>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/689093599/gone-with-the-wind/</link><guid>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/689093599/gone-with-the-wind/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 06:12:00 GMT</pubDate><description>... that swept the past away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I still remember the world&lt;br&gt; From the eyes of a child&lt;br&gt; Slowly those feelings&lt;br&gt; Were clouded by what I know now&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Where has my heart gone?&lt;br&gt; An uneven trade for the real world&lt;br&gt; Oh I, I want to go back to&lt;br&gt; Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all"&lt;br&gt;-Field of Innocence by Evanescence&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I remember the days when my greatest joy was to obey my mother's every word to the best of my ability; to receive a pat on the head with a smile and the words "Good job!" was life's greatest reward.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When before I worked so, so hard to memorize the multiplication table just so I could always be the first student to finish the math test and still get perfect, and go home to hear Mom's laugh while I brag to her of my accomplishments- now, I'm too lazy to even start on my math homework until 10pm, and stay up knowing that Mom was next door, twisting and turning in bed, worrying about my health.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When before I worked so, so hard to stretch whenever I have the chance and to focus in dance class just so I could earn that "scholarship for excellent performance", and go home to see Mom's face beaming with pride, holding the check tight in my little chubby hands- now, I get a small ankle injury and I stop dancing, only because I wanted more time to indulge myself at home knowing that whenever Mom eyes my ankle with a frown, she is worrying about my safety.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Even though I've changed, my mother has not. &lt;br&gt;She will always ask me in that gentle, caring voice, "Is&amp;nbsp; schoolwork that's overwhelming you? Is there anything I can do to help lighten your load, so you can get a little more sleep?" &lt;br&gt;She will always ask me in that soft, concerned tone, "How's your ankle? Should I schedule an appointment with the physical therapist? Oh, here, let me get that for you, you'll hurt your foot if you stand on your toes like that."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom,&lt;br&gt;Why can't you see that when you wash all those plates emptied of all the food you woke up at 6 am to cook for me, the water soaks your hands and worsens the testimonial wrinkles of your labors?&lt;br&gt;Why can't you notice that when you unflaggingly work a job that makes you sit in front of the computer for eight hours every day just so I can go to a better college I'm not even working hard towards, you are tiring&amp;nbsp; your eyes and worsening your eyesight, an eyesight that is already half blind?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And most of all, how can you be so selfless while I greedily take away your youth, your vision, everything I want, at your expense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/689093599/gone-with-the-wind/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sin</title><link>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/688101616/sin/</link><guid>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/688101616/sin/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 02:55:58 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinning&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suffering&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanting &lt;/span&gt;are intimately intertwined.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why do we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sin&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br&gt;For example, lions: they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suffer &lt;/span&gt;from hunger, and they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;meat. Therefore they kill; they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;What about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humans&lt;/span&gt;? We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;covet &lt;/span&gt;more things than lions do- (kill for)food, (destroy for)shelter, (rob for)water... yet those are only necessities. We (lust for) wo/men, (cheat for) money, (lie for) reputation...&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then how much have we sinned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My waist is firmly girded by a rope, and a monster called Time holds the other end, slowly, steadily, but surely drawing me closer to the edge of a cliff: Death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/688101616/sin/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, December 20, 2008</title><link>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/686485283/item/</link><guid>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/686485283/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 15:45:03 GMT</pubDate><description>The only thing a mother's love cannot endure is her child's hate.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A friend cries with you. A great friend cries &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for &lt;/span&gt;you when you're crying on the in and laughing on the out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sometimes, white lies are necessary to preserve the well-being of others... but is it still a "white lie" when you're lying to preserve the well-being of yourself?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/686485283/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Nostalgia</title><link>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/645471423/nostalgia/</link><guid>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/645471423/nostalgia/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2008 02:45:03 GMT</pubDate><description>Wow. I received this "Come back, helenrchao!" e-mail thinggy from xanga.&lt;br&gt;So I did as I was told. And found the whole xanga changed. I couldn't find where everything was.&lt;br&gt;I had to look 10 mins to find how to post a new blog, and even after 10 mins, all I could find was "revert to the old private page". Click. Horray.&lt;br&gt;Seeing everything changed definitely made me feel a bit of nostalgia... the way I felt when I went back to take a look at my neopets account after leaving it for 2 years, and found a couple new islands and worlds and pets and petpetpets...&lt;br&gt;Change. Things change. Times change. People change. The cycle of changing... I wish it wouldn't stop.&lt;br&gt;I sincerely do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/645471423/nostalgia/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, August 01, 2007</title><link>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/607405918/item/</link><guid>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/607405918/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 03:59:17 GMT</pubDate><description>I won't be on the internet from August 1 ~ 2nd, and from August 3 ~ 14th I'll be on a trip to Alaska. *sigh*&lt;br&gt;another long term parting from my beloved computer and internet. Ah well. Alaska may be worth it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/607405918/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, July 26, 2007</title><link>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/606395459/item/</link><guid>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/606395459/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 17:50:04 GMT</pubDate><description>I am sad to say i have betrayed xanga and joined facebook... all my friends are xanga-dead...&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/606395459/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, July 20, 2007</title><link>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/605165361/item/</link><guid>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/605165361/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 13:33:16 GMT</pubDate><description>Whoo.. now i'm leaving on a dance camp for 3 days... heh... busy summer...&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://helenrchao.xanga.com/605165361/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>