<?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-12218589</id><updated>2011-12-29T23:21:51.735Z</updated><category term='Scout'/><category term='Abstract'/><category term='Worship'/><category term='Fantasy'/><category term='iPhone'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Sony'/><category term='Complaint'/><category term='Penang'/><category term='Expressin'/><category term='Game'/><category term='Sharing'/><category term='Dinner'/><category term='Work'/><category term='日本'/><category term='Design'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Vain'/><category term='Apple'/><category term='Cursin'/><title type='text'>Jojojon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>397</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-6607796321648123998</id><published>2011-05-18T02:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T02:52:59.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here I am. Packing. Revalidating my stuff to store into the warehouse. I'm moving to a new house! Yay! The awesome nice house. Looking forward to it. Sometimes I wonder how stupid I can be. Literally, S-T-U-P-I-D. I know I say the darness things and naive all the time but stupid.....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8obOXthrXQ/TdMisiaT9ZI/AAAAAAAACls/UY7WDnBFjlw/s1600/Wtf+was+I+thinking+Celotaping+the+whole+box......jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8obOXthrXQ/TdMisiaT9ZI/AAAAAAAACls/UY7WDnBFjlw/s320/Wtf+was+I+thinking+Celotaping+the+whole+box......jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cause I didn't have the wide tape and its late, yet I'm dumb enough to do it.&amp;nbsp;I actually tried to use the normal cellotape to seal the boxes instead of wide tapes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-6607796321648123998?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/6607796321648123998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=6607796321648123998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6607796321648123998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6607796321648123998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/05/dumbness.html' title='Dumbness'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8obOXthrXQ/TdMisiaT9ZI/AAAAAAAACls/UY7WDnBFjlw/s72-c/Wtf+was+I+thinking+Celotaping+the+whole+box......jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-3533523834009378169</id><published>2011-05-15T23:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:58:44.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life no more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The destruction of my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-3533523834009378169?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/3533523834009378169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=3533523834009378169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3533523834009378169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3533523834009378169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-no-more.html' title='Life no more.'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-4134297628831362954</id><published>2011-05-09T16:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:59:05.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Once upon a time, I wanted to be an Astronaut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-4134297628831362954?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/4134297628831362954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=4134297628831362954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/4134297628831362954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/4134297628831362954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/05/once-upon-time-i-wanted-to-be-astronaut.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-1598862032514645612</id><published>2011-05-06T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:19:07.245+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay...</title><content type='html'>Didn't see that coming. Really didn't see that coming. I was in shock after I heard the news while I was rushing my work to hand in. I tried to put it aside and I did. Now, to think back again. D@$m... What the..*no cursing in this post*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a lovely person, kind, sweet. I tend to tease her a lot. She couldn't get use to my type of tease in the beginning and she took offence on me.&amp;nbsp;I am playful like a kid in a way, I tend to bump her from shoulder to shoulder and go "YOU!!!" *strict tone*.&amp;nbsp;But the more we hang out together, the more she knows me better and one day, she knows my signature and she did it back to me. I was so happy that time when she finally understand my intention. She became more chillax among us and jokes around a lot with each other. Those times we spent on the assignment was fun. It is all left for memory now. I regret for not contacting you all these time. You will be in my memory and never to be vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Other than my grandmother, this is my first time losing someone that I had close contact with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-1598862032514645612?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/1598862032514645612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=1598862032514645612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1598862032514645612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1598862032514645612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/05/okay.html' title='Okay...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-6468049025199716247</id><published>2011-05-01T20:31:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:21:51.742Z</updated><title type='text'>Why stalking is invented???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tundratabloids.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Blue_eye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://tundratabloids.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Blue_eye.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've found THE blog and it's still updating. Been reading tons and mostly about the present stuff.&amp;nbsp;Jon! Stop stalking that person already! It has already been over for &lt;b&gt;MONTHS&lt;/b&gt;! &amp;nbsp;Sigh. Still feel the heartache... But I see where's that comin from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I felt that its such a waste that person was dwelled into that kinda complicated relationship. Sometimes I felt it's a shame for that partner to ignite such a mess. All I know is, I'm looking for something to blame on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspaceantics.com/images/myspace-graphics/funny-pictures/shit-happens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://www.myspaceantics.com/images/myspace-graphics/funny-pictures/shit-happens.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/12218589-6468049025199716247?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/6468049025199716247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=6468049025199716247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6468049025199716247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6468049025199716247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-was-stalking-invented.html' title='Why stalking is invented???'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-8452809985936546951</id><published>2011-04-30T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:32:19.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ShaNa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dramacafe.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/shana_re20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.dramacafe.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/shana_re20.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm totally drawn to this photo. The illumination of the soft focused "mini lights" lit up the subject. The thick eye shadow made focus to her eyes. It's just perfect. She's ShaNa, a new Japanese artist. Will be releasing her debut single on 6th June.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-8452809985936546951?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/8452809985936546951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=8452809985936546951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8452809985936546951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8452809985936546951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/04/shana.html' title='ShaNa'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-8924540771814107234</id><published>2011-04-29T22:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:07:25.117+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Patient!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jiyohealthy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Tired-at-work.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.jiyohealthy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Tired-at-work.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This picture explains my current condition accurately. I'm soooooo tired. Shoulder hurts like shit. Am I not working comfortably on my 'working station' in my room? Should I be freaking out? or maybe it hasn't hit on me hard to realise how deep shit I am. oh ho ho ho That's for sure. It'll come but not today I suppose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-8924540771814107234?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/8924540771814107234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=8924540771814107234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8924540771814107234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8924540771814107234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/04/patient.html' title='Patient!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-2131379379238533108</id><published>2011-04-28T23:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T03:14:36.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For future happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2HVV1PGNf1U/TbtwcVbWC0I/AAAAAAAAClo/OJ-k-WrbbSU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-04-29+at+22.38.22.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2HVV1PGNf1U/TbtwcVbWC0I/AAAAAAAAClo/OJ-k-WrbbSU/s320/Screen+shot+2011-04-29+at+22.38.22.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c.photoshelter.com/img-get/I0000RbOrvgJN1l4/s/898/650/arlington-national-cemetery-in-the-snow-arlington-national-cemetery-arlington-g340093753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://c.photoshelter.com/img-get/I0000RbOrvgJN1l4/s/898/650/arlington-national-cemetery-in-the-snow-arlington-national-cemetery-arlington-g340093753.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Arlington National Cemetery, Washington, DC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have I made the right decision? People always say, you won't know what's gonna happen in the future but have you ever doubt it? I mean, we could path out our future. But it all comes back to diversion of the road. You have the choice to make a difference but is it the right road? Will you come upon a dark foggy forest and makes you wanna turn back and choose another path? What if death lies upon you on both paths?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;R . I . P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;by Jonathan Lw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My book cover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's today. The day for you to decide. What topic to write about for your dissertation to work out during the 'summer holidays'? I know I have been passionate about death&amp;amp;architecture since last studio 4 but is it the right path for me to choose it and bring it to the next level? Seriously, I'm at my doubting stage right now. Is my dissertation going to the underworld or am I going to die on my dissertation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://artstylecaketops.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/kissing-skeletons-7724-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://artstylecaketops.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/kissing-skeletons-7724-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;till death do us part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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Might work I suppose? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RmWUT-6irAU?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe daily exercise is the only way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-1350407672459244245?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/1350407672459244245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=1350407672459244245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1350407672459244245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1350407672459244245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/04/be-gone-double-chin.html' title='Be gone double chin!!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K4Y78f15oh4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-6070848278477209716</id><published>2011-04-25T19:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:37:11.272+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='日本'/><title type='text'>風鈴. 建築家 ・ 伊東豊雄氏</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6rNZpYck5dw?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.japandesign.ne.jp/HTM/DCG/CURATOR/takram/img/4-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.japandesign.ne.jp/HTM/DCG/CURATOR/takram/img/4-2.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a grid of equilateral triangles, a total of 280 glass wind chimes hung&amp;nbsp;from the ceiling at various heights to represent the undulation of a wave. As you walk underneath the wind chime, not only does it ring, but its lights up like a firefly. The wind chimes that are nearer to the ceiling rings in higher tones; those hung lower in lower tones together offering 10 degrees of tonal expression.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One is intended to feel&amp;nbsp;as though you are walking inside a large interactive instrument.&amp;nbsp;Additionally, the wind chimes are networked together, so that the sound and light spreads to adjacent wind chimes like ripples of water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designboom.com/cms/images/-a01massimo/96.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.designboom.com/cms/images/-a01massimo/96.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&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/12218589-6070848278477209716?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/6070848278477209716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=6070848278477209716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6070848278477209716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6070848278477209716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_26.html' title='風鈴. 建築家 ・ 伊東豊雄氏'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6rNZpYck5dw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-7977353668455569280</id><published>2011-04-24T17:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:36:44.745+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressin'/><title type='text'>Another Jamie Cullum fever!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4G_4N1TD5-w?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knicked from&amp;nbsp;sophiaaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His still amazing as always! OK! Start stalking his tour dates!&lt;br /&gt;I must go to his concert!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-7977353668455569280?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/7977353668455569280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=7977353668455569280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7977353668455569280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7977353668455569280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-jamie-cullum-fever.html' title='Another Jamie Cullum fever!!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4G_4N1TD5-w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-6214465313927303570</id><published>2011-04-23T02:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:35:06.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Think food?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/E8j95_6FkHI?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of food, you think of indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;But the question is, would you feel indulge just by visual?&lt;br /&gt;I look at food a different way and I doubt I would enjoy these...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could enjoy it in photography wise but not consuming it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-6214465313927303570?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/6214465313927303570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=6214465313927303570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-4645296381786852999</id><published>2011-04-22T04:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:34:52.213+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressin'/><title type='text'>612星球</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;一定会有一个人 &amp;nbsp;在等我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-6930946203439836915</id><published>2011-04-21T04:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:34:39.200+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressin'/><title type='text'>玫瑰</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;满园玫瑰以为找到那一朵&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;认真爱了, 却狠狠刺伤双手&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;责备什么人也没有用&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;玫瑰都红难免看错&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;有些事, 流浪过才会懂&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;原来每颗心都有个洞&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;找不到真爱, 会一直寂寞&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;一定会有一个人在等&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;相遇前, 还要翻越多少山丘&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;花别谢太快, 请你等等我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;路上相爱的人那么多&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;会幸福吗, 在什么时候?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;忍着痛也愿意往下走&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;不快乐至少, 要有梦&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-6930946203439836915?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/6930946203439836915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=6930946203439836915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6930946203439836915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6930946203439836915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_23.html' title='玫瑰'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-3179166483856667198</id><published>2011-04-20T20:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T05:10:06.182+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressin'/><title type='text'>Le Petit Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://daddytypes.com/archive/petit_prince_renard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://daddytypes.com/archive/petit_prince_renard.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published in 1943 by Antoine de Saint-Exupery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It started with a young boy that draws pictures with his imagination. He shows them to the adults but they spurn them and the boy decided to abandon the drawings and grow up. He decided to become a pilot and eventually crashed into the Sahara desert and met a Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://innogen.bloggsida.se/files/2010/02/le-petit-prince-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://innogen.bloggsida.se/files/2010/02/le-petit-prince-2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The prince asked him to draw a sheep and not knowing how to draw a sheep, he showed the prince a drawing he drew previously, a snake with an elephant in its stomach. The prince recognizes the drawing and able to tell that it is not a sheep. The boy tried many times and at the end, he drew a box and explains the sheep is inside the box. The prince says "That's perfect!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ae/The_Little_Prince.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ae/The_Little_Prince.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The prince is from the a planet named B-612 with the size of a house which has three volcanoes and a rose among various other objects. The prince spends his days caring his little planet by constantly removing Boaboa tree roots that will destroy his planet. The prince fell in love with a rose that grew in his planet. It appears to not return his love due to her vain nature. Soon, he left to see what the rest of the universe is like and visited six other planets numbered 325-330. Each of the planets inhabited by an adult.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cv1jrS-vnjY/TEcpAeFzjmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/8F5rIbGnm50/s1600/kb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cv1jrS-vnjY/TEcpAeFzjmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/8F5rIbGnm50/s200/kb.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First was the &lt;b&gt;King&lt;/b&gt;. He could 'control' the stars but only ordering them to do what they would do anyway. He relates this to his citizens, it is the citizens' duty to obey but if only the demands are reasonable. He ordered the prince to leave as his ambassador.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cv1jrS-vnjY/TFhDEBCX_9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/CZFIQeqOftk/s1600/kb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cv1jrS-vnjY/TFhDEBCX_9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/CZFIQeqOftk/s200/kb.jpg" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next was the &lt;b&gt;Conceited Man&lt;/b&gt;. He wants to be admired by everyone but lives alone on his planet. He couldn't hear anything that is not a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cv1jrS-vnjY/TEcqOxpXRWI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qZfqvPnlgNk/s1600/kb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cv1jrS-vnjY/TEcqOxpXRWI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qZfqvPnlgNk/s200/kb.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The third is a &lt;b&gt;Drunkard&lt;/b&gt;. He drinks to forget that he is ashamed for drinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv1jrS-vnjY/TEcriyAc24I/AAAAAAAAAU8/NpcfAb0GO6Y/s1600/kb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv1jrS-vnjY/TEcriyAc24I/AAAAAAAAAU8/NpcfAb0GO6Y/s200/kb.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then came along the &lt;b&gt;Businessman&lt;/b&gt;, who is constantly busy counting the stars he thinks he owns. He wishes to use them to buy more stars. The prince then goes on to claim his property. The prince owns the flower and volcanoes on his planet because he cares for them and they care for him, but because one cannot maintain the stars or be of use to them, the Businessman cannot own them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cv1jrS-vnjY/TEcsQBlKnoI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9A2OypaefiI/s1600/kb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cv1jrS-vnjY/TEcsQBlKnoI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9A2OypaefiI/s200/kb.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fourth planet is inhabited by the &lt;b&gt;Lamplighter&lt;/b&gt; which the planet rotates once per minute. Long ago, he was assigned to light the lamp at night and extinguish it in the morning. At that time, the planet rotates at a reasonable rate and he was able to rest but the planet slowly speed up through time. The Lamplighter refuse to let go of his responsibility and he lights and extinguishes the lamp once a minute without any rest. The prince pities the Lamplighter as he is the only person he has met who cares about something other than himself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv1jrS-vnjY/TEctsi4NiGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7aBGV8rTMYg/s1600/kb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv1jrS-vnjY/TEctsi4NiGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7aBGV8rTMYg/s200/kb.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The &lt;b&gt;Geographer &lt;/b&gt;stays in the first planet who spends all his time making maps and never leaves his desk to examine anywhere and thinks that it is a job of an explorer to investigate. The Geographer doubts all explorer's character and would disregard their reports. He does not trust the things he has not seen with his own eyes but yet will not leave his desk. He asked the prince to describe his planet. The prince told him about the volcanoes and the rose. The Geographer said "We do not record flowers because they are only ephemeral". The prince was hurt to learn that his rose will someday be gone. The Geographer then recommends the prince to visit Earth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the seventh planet was the Earth. On the Earth, he started out in the desert and meets a snake that claims to have the power of sending anyone he wishes back to the land from whence he came. He asked the snake, "Where are the men? It is a little lonely in the desert". "It is also lonely among men", the snake replied him. The prince meets a desert-flower, who having seen a caravan pass by, tells him that there are only a handful of men on Earth and that they have no roots, which lets the wind blow them around making life hard on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The little prince climbs the highest mountain he has ever seen. From the top of the mountain, he hopes he will see the whole planet and find people, but he sees only a desolate landscape. When the prince calls out, his echo answers him, and he mistakes it for the voices of humans. He thinks Earth is unnecessarily sharp and hard, and he finds it odd that the people of Earth only repeat what he says to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eventually, the prince comes upon a whole row of rosebushes, and is downcast because he thought that his rose was the only one in the whole universe. He begins to feel that he is not a great prince at all, as his planet contains only three tiny volcanoes and a flower he now thinks of as common. He lies down in the grass and weeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cv1jrS-vnjY/TEcwT_EThJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ZReM_zqF-Fc/s1600/kb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="118" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cv1jrS-vnjY/TEcwT_EThJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ZReM_zqF-Fc/s200/kb.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;The prince then meets and tames a fox, who explains to the prince that his rose is unique and special, because she is the one whom he loves. The fox bid farewell and told the prince his secret. "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The prince then meets a railway switchman and a merchant. The switchman tells the prince how passengers constantly rush from one place to another aboard trains, never satisfied with where they are and not knowing what they are after, only the children amongst them bothering to look out of the windows. The merchant tells the prince about his product, a pill which eliminates thirst and is therefore very popular, saving people fifty-three minutes a week; the prince replied that he would use the time to walk and find fresh water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the end, the pilot is dying of thirst in the desert but he and the prince found a well. After some thought, the prince bids an emotional farewell to the pilot. Explaining to him that while it will look as though he has died, he has not, but rather that his body is too heavy to take with him to his planet. He tells the pilot that it was wrong of the pilot to come and watch, as it will make him sad. The prince allows the snake to bite him and the next morning, when the pilot went looking for the prince, he finds the prince's body has disappeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/12218589-3179166483856667198?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/3179166483856667198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=3179166483856667198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3179166483856667198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3179166483856667198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/04/le-petit-prince.html' title='Le Petit Prince'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cv1jrS-vnjY/TEcpAeFzjmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/8F5rIbGnm50/s72-c/kb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-6978487417959951818</id><published>2011-04-19T23:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T23:27:31.695+01:00</updated><title type='text'>屬於...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rRQzK2j-qmY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rRQzK2j-qmY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;屬於我的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;嗎？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;如果我趕追求, 我就敢擁有嗎？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-6978487417959951818?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/6978487417959951818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=6978487417959951818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6978487417959951818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6978487417959951818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_20.html' title='屬於...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-640908675167367868</id><published>2011-04-07T04:15:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T04:24:01.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.estherstocker.net/images%20gross/3installationen/02_stocker_bozen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://www.estherstocker.net/images%20gross/3installationen/02_stocker_bozen.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;.EstherStocker. KunstGalerieMuseumBozen.&lt;br /&gt;(Installation)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;not feeling homesick for once. I was so&amp;nbsp;concentrated&amp;nbsp;on my work, only measurements appeared. Then, I found my mind floating through Ikea and Curve spaces. I don't know. I don't really miss it as I rarely go to those places. It's more likely a walkthrough thought. I don't know. Maybe I need some sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-640908675167367868?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/640908675167367868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=640908675167367868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/640908675167367868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/640908675167367868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/04/home_07.html' title='Home...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-5331189697053468736</id><published>2011-04-06T00:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:35:58.878+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>Stop bugging me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hji.co.uk/blogs/pictures/Cutting-hair-with-scissors.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.hji.co.uk/blogs/pictures/Cutting-hair-with-scissors.jpg" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;, It's about my hair again. I've used to maintain my hair once a month but it's too expensive to maintain it here. The only thing I can do is to have a decent hair cut once in every few months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's either I trim my own hair or with the help of my friends. It's always simple trimming until I caused disaster to myself &lt;a href="http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/02/sigh-its-so-fabulous.html"&gt;last febuary&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;This is the Seventh month and I have not been to any hairdresser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I've always said to myself, go to the Japanese hairstylist in London cz only Asians knows Asian's hair the best. (that's from asian forums about bad haircuts from the ......*ahem*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tDc-VCbftWY/TZz2yxjBoMI/AAAAAAAACkw/5V9PA16cfpc/s1600/c1a11554c2e950_full.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tDc-VCbftWY/TZz2yxjBoMI/AAAAAAAACkw/5V9PA16cfpc/s400/c1a11554c2e950_full.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kill me...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's £35 per haircut this time. That is like RM173 PER HAIRCUT!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Normally, I'll go for RM15 per haircut max and now?? RM173!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The question is.... Should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/12218589-5331189697053468736?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/5331189697053468736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=5331189697053468736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5331189697053468736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5331189697053468736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/04/stop-bugging-me_07.html' title='Stop bugging me!!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tDc-VCbftWY/TZz2yxjBoMI/AAAAAAAACkw/5V9PA16cfpc/s72-c/c1a11554c2e950_full.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-7903939874567210067</id><published>2011-04-05T21:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:37:49.210+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='日本'/><title type='text'>太鼓の達人 プラス</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;"&gt;ここにある！!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n31BNlIzzmo/TAaxVvtCs6I/AAAAAAAACAA/is4_RN3FX7k/s-IMG_2738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n31BNlIzzmo/TAaxVvtCs6I/AAAAAAAACAA/is4_RN3FX7k/s-IMG_2738.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: VERDANA, ARIAL, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: VERDANA, ARIAL, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;無料で遊べるのはここまでですが、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: VERDANA, ARIAL, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;DLCで他の曲を購入することが出来ます。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: VERDANA, ARIAL, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;どれも5曲入って600円!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-7903939874567210067?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/7903939874567210067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=7903939874567210067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7903939874567210067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7903939874567210067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='太鼓の達人 プラス'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n31BNlIzzmo/TAaxVvtCs6I/AAAAAAAACAA/is4_RN3FX7k/s72-c/s-IMG_2738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-3433217213337578893</id><published>2011-04-03T14:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:54:21.564+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='日本'/><title type='text'>探る日本 iTunes App Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UzV6oOvtBQc/TZh7SquH5aI/AAAAAAAACks/y5AJv96EBAE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-04-03+at+14.20.06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UzV6oOvtBQc/TZh7SquH5aI/AAAAAAAACks/y5AJv96EBAE/s200/Screen+shot+2011-04-03+at+14.20.06.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&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/12218589-3433217213337578893?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/3433217213337578893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=3433217213337578893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3433217213337578893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3433217213337578893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/04/itunes-app-store.html' title='探る日本 iTunes App Store'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UzV6oOvtBQc/TZh7SquH5aI/AAAAAAAACks/y5AJv96EBAE/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-04-03+at+14.20.06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-776689793377589636</id><published>2011-04-01T16:53:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T05:12:02.553+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cursin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Oh no you din't girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f4yLJDAk_zQ/TZX1u53ljOI/AAAAAAAACkk/U2s935PIIu8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-04-01+at+16.49.50.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f4yLJDAk_zQ/TZX1u53ljOI/AAAAAAAACkk/U2s935PIIu8/s400/Screen+shot+2011-04-01+at+16.49.50.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B*TCH! I KNOW U F$@#^@#(^@#*&amp;amp;@^%#ckin stole my shirt!! It was in the my shopping bag!! I'm taking the S and XS size and YOU stole my S size and paid. IT'S NOW SOLD OUT!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I BELIEVE IN KARMA B*TCH!! You betta watch your back when you're out in the streets with the shirt. I'm gonna run over a pile of dirty petrol water and freakin stain your F&amp;amp;@#kin shirt!&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/12218589-776689793377589636?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/776689793377589636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=776689793377589636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/776689793377589636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/776689793377589636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-no-you-dint-girl.html' title='Oh no you din&apos;t girl!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f4yLJDAk_zQ/TZX1u53ljOI/AAAAAAAACkk/U2s935PIIu8/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-04-01+at+16.49.50.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-3713540015957157636</id><published>2011-03-30T00:20:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T05:10:42.844+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><title type='text'>With wings and fly!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I have the freedom of speech...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say whatever I want,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just express whatever I felt like it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot needles aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of being nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lame excuse... I know...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-3713540015957157636?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/3713540015957157636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=3713540015957157636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3713540015957157636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3713540015957157636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/03/with-wings-and-fly.html' title='With wings and fly!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-2144878718022528126</id><published>2011-03-04T04:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-04-23T05:10:06.182+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressin'/><title type='text'>丑</title><content type='html'>很多的時候，&lt;br /&gt;我們覺得生活裡頭都希望有一個丑角，&lt;br /&gt;但是丑角為甚麼要叫小丑，&lt;br /&gt;丑角這個名字，&lt;br /&gt;對很多人來講，&lt;br /&gt;好像不是一個好聽的名字，&lt;br /&gt;但是他帶給你歡樂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是你的歡樂，&lt;br /&gt;是建築在他的痛苦上面，&lt;br /&gt;但對每個丑角來講，&lt;br /&gt;他都有個夢，&lt;br /&gt;就是想讓你高興。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我有時都很享受做個丑角，&lt;br /&gt;就是人生的那麼一小點的犧牲，&lt;br /&gt;可以帶給身邊的人快樂，&lt;br /&gt;可帶給他人歡笑的回憶，&lt;br /&gt;我就很滿足了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-2144878718022528126?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/2144878718022528126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=2144878718022528126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2144878718022528126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2144878718022528126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='丑'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-6880260664906371534</id><published>2011-02-26T01:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-04-07T04:25:30.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh... It's so Fabulous!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-818NbgJXaps/TWhIJb9SIQI/AAAAAAAACio/YfMqoKuoqtc/s1600/IMG_3948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-818NbgJXaps/TWhIJb9SIQI/AAAAAAAACio/YfMqoKuoqtc/s320/IMG_3948.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is what triggered me. Been having this trouble since I've arrived. I can't live without blow drying my after shower. It just happens. I did it on purpose last night and it got tangled up again. But this by far, is the worst situation ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've noticed my wig while looking at my Europe trip pictures and there, my itchy hands. Next thing you know, I started trimming the back hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AND............. DISASTER......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bald...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 11pm and I've made a superhero call. She smoked screen here and she had her ninja scissors and Shurikens .... Trim Trim Trim and came along a DJ + VJ + Performer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9Gma9u2fPPA/TWhOhP6Fx0I/AAAAAAAACis/sCAkxJ7YNnM/s1600/IMG_3956.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9Gma9u2fPPA/TWhOhP6Fx0I/AAAAAAAACis/sCAkxJ7YNnM/s320/IMG_3956.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CsMCpXyEvO0/TWhRzDN-FqI/AAAAAAAACiw/cAzO7EgivF4/s1600/IMG_3966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CsMCpXyEvO0/TWhRzDN-FqI/AAAAAAAACiw/cAzO7EgivF4/s320/IMG_3966.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and I survived!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-6880260664906371534?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/6880260664906371534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=6880260664906371534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6880260664906371534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6880260664906371534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/02/sigh-its-so-fabulous.html' title='Sigh... It&apos;s so Fabulous!!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-818NbgJXaps/TWhIJb9SIQI/AAAAAAAACio/YfMqoKuoqtc/s72-c/IMG_3948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-8879448706111744917</id><published>2011-02-10T18:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-10T18:19:19.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Tragic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's painful and it hurts much! What is wrong with my mac these days? Is it the punishment from the copyright agencies for &lt;s&gt;d#wnl@ding&lt;/s&gt; TONS of movies? I know I shouldn't be doing such an awful act but hey, UK internet speed is tremendously at the speed of light! I have to harvest it fully! Sucking the juice to every bits! Not a bit will be put to waste. I am aware that I was once busted few months back. Evidence have shown that my mac was downloading Eat.Pray.Love. Yes, Julia Roberts betrayed me. There goes my clean record.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This time, Iphoto's gone mental for sure. To summarise the long story, I've accidentally deleted all (70%) of my Europe study trip photos. Amazing ones especially Ronchamp ones, from the great, the legendary Le Corbusier... *CRIES* When I noticed it's gone, I ran a deep recovery and managed to recover 90% of the 70% photos. &amp;nbsp;But still... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs50/f/2009/333/f/7/Fairy_Tail__Happy_by_Moreno87.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs50/f/2009/333/f/7/Fairy_Tail__Happy_by_Moreno87.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess it's time to reformat the laptop and make it freshly baked from the oven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-8879448706111744917?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/8879448706111744917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=8879448706111744917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8879448706111744917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8879448706111744917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/02/tragic.html' title='Tragic...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-4681652820916543973</id><published>2011-01-18T00:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-18T00:57:52.944Z</updated><title type='text'>Reading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://padresteve.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/nanking-rape-of.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://padresteve.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/nanking-rape-of.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry for the brutal image. It has been ages I have not done any reading. I used to LOVE to read but what happened? Perhaps it's the evolution of entertainment? I have to complete a primer that titled "Make History Not Memory"with a chapter in it to be written by me. I've chosen to write about how is the relationship between China and Japan after that particular event. With that, I have to read loads of books. Unfortunately, there is only 4 books in the library that records such events which is quite a disappointment. Unlike back in Malaysia, there would be tons of books that records this event. Nevertheless, I have been reading them, trying to complete them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://padresteve.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/iris-chang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://padresteve.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/iris-chang.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iris Chang : The rape of Nanking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I held the book by the bed, I find that it is addictive to read them. Chapters after chapters of stories of individual survivors. Their stories makes me feel that it is fortunate for life's to be as precious as gems. Most of them&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; survived till today mainly because of luck but with a whole lot of experiences that you and I do not want to experience including brain bits drooling onto your face while you have to act dead and hold your breath. &amp;nbsp;I later found out that the author, Iris Chang commited suicide. &amp;nbsp;Traumatized by what she had learned and burdened by the weight of what she had taken on she killed herself on November 9th 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, reading these should not trigger my nerve for anger (which I actually did in the beginning) but to learn not to forget history yet to learn to forgive. This topic has already embedded into me, to learn memories and history together but the learned memory wouldn't be as permanent as those who spoke about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://andrewburtonfox.com/images/Jay_Drummond_Tattoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://andrewburtonfox.com/images/Jay_Drummond_Tattoo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mitch Albom! You're next. You have been on the queue for so long, I thought I might read you on the 13hours flight but I did not. Ended up with a perfect good movie on flight, some interesting interactions with the Japanese Obasan next to me and some good sleep. I will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-4681652820916543973?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/4681652820916543973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=4681652820916543973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/4681652820916543973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/4681652820916543973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/01/reading_18.html' title='Reading...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-8687291652511110726</id><published>2010-06-28T11:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:14:53.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years...</title><content type='html'>Time flies huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very much... Raining now and I'm stucked in the firm. Nothing much to do but boss requested to have a look at my sketch tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be all 'aza-aza-aza!!' (punch) sketches... and squeezing creative juice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be cleaning some poo that left in the firm few years ago...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-8687291652511110726?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/8687291652511110726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=8687291652511110726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8687291652511110726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8687291652511110726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-years.html' title='3 years...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-775532057523621997</id><published>2010-04-15T19:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:27:01.044+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ILLUMINO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/S8diYvlL1lI/AAAAAAAACh0/DNppTx2dlls/s1600/ILLUMINO.001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/S8diYvlL1lI/AAAAAAAACh0/DNppTx2dlls/s1600/ILLUMINO.001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/S8diYvlL1lI/AAAAAAAACh0/DNppTx2dlls/s320/ILLUMINO.001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ILLUMINO ® is a series of flexi glass light tubes that Illuminates through salvaged shattered glass from construction site. It speaks as a language in a series during the dark. The movement of language extracts as a breathable life-being as a whole together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 3.2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 3.2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/12218589-775532057523621997?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/775532057523621997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=775532057523621997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/775532057523621997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/775532057523621997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2010/04/illumino.html' title='ILLUMINO'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/S8diYvlL1lI/AAAAAAAACh0/DNppTx2dlls/s72-c/ILLUMINO.001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-6051180918477648140</id><published>2010-03-12T15:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:38:40.866Z</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far so good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/12218589-6051180918477648140?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/6051180918477648140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=6051180918477648140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6051180918477648140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6051180918477648140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2010/03/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-573759813339507480</id><published>2010-02-25T04:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T04:25:23.169Z</updated><title type='text'>Suffocating</title><content type='html'>Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feels good....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-573759813339507480?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/573759813339507480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=573759813339507480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/573759813339507480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/573759813339507480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2010/02/suffocating.html' title='Suffocating'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-7225490684769610321</id><published>2010-01-22T13:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-04-07T04:27:19.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'>-Unknown-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my space.  My column.  My territorry to who I am.  It's been with me for 5 years now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, here I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi! I don't exactly know why I felt the urge to write here but the content is still unknown too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm.  Life's been that way and the bitterness still remains after the training month.  The colors had faded, guess I need a search for the colors.  Maybe that is what has been playing in my mind the whole day.  In search for colors.  How? and where is the colors?  What is colors.  What am I searching for...?  The sweetness? The sourness? The saltiness? The savoriness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh...&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/12218589-7225490684769610321?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/7225490684769610321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=7225490684769610321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7225490684769610321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7225490684769610321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2010/01/unknown.html' title='-Unknown-'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-5860448298008504535</id><published>2010-01-05T08:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-04-07T04:27:57.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2010, 2 more years to go?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5 days from the beginning of the year.  Ain't that late aye~   2010, 2 more years to go.  We're getting closer towards the all-famous prophecy.  True or false, we'll find out by then. Sis gone for national service for 2 days now.  Her presence or shall it be, her ghostly movements somehow does make you realized that she's now gone... to.... jail... Indeed, one day you come home and you feel something is missing or something is just not right... Nevermind, 2 months... bear with it, Princess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy New Year people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-5860448298008504535?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/5860448298008504535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=5860448298008504535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5860448298008504535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5860448298008504535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-2-more-years-to-go.html' title='2010, 2 more years to go?!?!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-8704920670836012869</id><published>2009-12-17T12:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-04-07T04:33:27.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boundaries and limits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are humans, we have souls, we have emotions, we have dreams. Everyone is different at&amp;nbsp;their very own kind. and of course with their own limits as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are taught to be a person with moral values. We are taught to be kind and nice. We practiced the theories. But we never taught to know that human have limits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Indeed, human does have limits. But nowadays people are challenging the human limits and capability. What about emotion? That too have limits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tolerance and understanding from a person is limited. Each have their own lines drawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By understanding this, I bet would make you another better person that understands human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/12218589-8704920670836012869?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/8704920670836012869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=8704920670836012869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8704920670836012869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8704920670836012869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/12/boundaries-and-limits.html' title='Boundaries and limits'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-6533160943810052332</id><published>2009-11-19T12:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-04-07T04:30:58.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I? I know it's the language...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Die.... Can't I just have my own fusion of language? Instead of having one? I explained clearly that it is a significant period, it is a mark of event, interior and exterior.  I admit it is weird, but what if it is meant to be weird? Is there something wrong for it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A piece of paper with a few gems on it.  Is that weird? Help... Paper with history engraved on while the gems are the vital periods that we're supposed to remember. It is there, you can see it. I guess it's only obvious during the night time?&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/12218589-6533160943810052332?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/6533160943810052332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=6533160943810052332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6533160943810052332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6533160943810052332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-cant-i-i-know-its-language.html' title='Why can&apos;t I? I know it&apos;s the language...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-7174603271301999871</id><published>2009-11-18T17:45:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:52:32.082Z</updated><title type='text'>The Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Presenting! The guilt! The sudden felt guilt for not updating my blog aka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(also known as) abandoning it.  Guess what? I'm back! Instead of moving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;to tumblr which I left it there half way.  I think it's best to just stick onto blogger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;although tumblr is friendlier.  But maybe, I've just gotten used to blogger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I'm back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/12218589-7174603271301999871?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/7174603271301999871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=7174603271301999871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7174603271301999871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7174603271301999871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/11/guilt.html' title='The Guilt'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-2977076610661648743</id><published>2009-06-29T04:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:35:03.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me an idiot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Seriously! Call me one.  I sucked bad time.  To be honest, I've never seen Black or White video by Michael Jackson nor most of his other videos except for the one (donno what name) with zombies...  Frankly I'm not a fan.  People around go "You never listen to Michael?"  I do... Just I'm not a fan and etc.  (emphasizing his signature moves too). I don't get why people are so crazy for him as well.  His moves are all over the place but seriously, I have a different point of view or maybe I just do not know how to appreciate dances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is a chance (once upon a time) on meeting him one on one, I think would go 'So, you're the Michael Jackson, the name's Jonathan, nice to meet you...(sit down and remain silent).....' than 'OMG OMG OMG!! MICHAEL!!!!!!!!!! IM YOUR CrAZY FAN!!! YOU SHOULD KISS ME !! HERE, HERE, HERE and HERE!!!! AHHHH!!! (screams) I'm fainting! I'm fainting! Am I dreaming? Am I DREAMING!?!?!?!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard on the radio the other day when they mentioned something regarding the Black and White video and goes on about Thai dancers.  I was driving and had no idea what are they talking about.  Decided to click on youtube just now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw Jumba had an update in youtube (had been a loyal audience for many years).  He was talking about how great Michael Jackson is and everything.  Finally someone speaking something good for Michael on behalf! Maybe from my side.  He was totally backing him up.  Seriously, finally someone is looking at the good side instead of the bad side of him which it does impress me.  I have no feelings of lost for Michael, just being normal and shock with his sudden death.  After his speech, I had a sudden flashback where I used LOVE his Free willy song and the earth song.  I remembered after watching free willy, I would stay for the ending credits and go along with the song and I would watch free willy again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VU5GfCsb9gA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VU5GfCsb9gA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being in my shoe, I see it differently.  Radios and the community of facebook went on and on about Michael and I wonder, Why now?  Why people starts to appreciate someone when only the person dies?  Why everyone looked at what he did than his talents? Everyone is being too fake.  Audrey said, it is to celebrate his career.  Okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Checked out the video.  I was inspired by the video although is not so successful to my eyes but it did inspired me with the message his trying to send out.   Nearing towards the end of it.  I noticed something.  *rewinds*  ' Is that Tyra Banks?!?!' *Colleague leans over*  'yep'.  I went on 'OMG! OMG! She's in... ' Adds in an impression point for her being successful on my list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ne-7CwBK2WY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ne-7CwBK2WY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/Center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-2977076610661648743?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/2977076610661648743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=2977076610661648743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2977076610661648743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2977076610661648743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/06/call-me-idiot.html' title='Call me an idiot...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-2570968650622663261</id><published>2009-05-12T16:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:36:33.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Black Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgmRmMvaw-I/AAAAAAAACe8/QxON07iKHpU/s1600-h/Cow.002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgmRmMvaw-I/AAAAAAAACe8/QxON07iKHpU/s400/Cow.002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334955319038231522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been a year.  I know what I've done last year was a blast I hope? Something new and creative?  This year, I had made exceptions.  I really got no idea what on earth to get her.  It's her birthday again.  An annual date that shall not be forgotten.  I nearly forgotten it and was heading back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgmRmFmV56I/AAAAAAAACe0/m9qR4DcIpJA/s1600-h/Cow.001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgmRmFmV56I/AAAAAAAACe0/m9qR4DcIpJA/s400/Cow.001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334955317121116066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Made a detour all over KL, emptied my wallet.  All went down because of some ungrateful bugger.  All I can say is, Whatever~ No more this focked up shit in future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-2570968650622663261?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/2570968650622663261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=2570968650622663261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2570968650622663261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2570968650622663261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/05/deep-black-sea.html' title='Deep Black Sea'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgmRmMvaw-I/AAAAAAAACe8/QxON07iKHpU/s72-c/Cow.002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-1563612898352275925</id><published>2009-05-09T18:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:10:03.264+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The White Planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgW3ncqDr7I/AAAAAAAACes/mL0lpv9u_LE/s1600-h/Untitled.001.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgW3ncqDr7I/AAAAAAAACes/mL0lpv9u_LE/s400/Untitled.001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333871222025596850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I noticed that there are quite an amount of people was counting the days for rain.  It did not rained for 3 days straight.  Maybe it was obvious that we hope for rain or a snow storm if possible.  The sky tonight was clear and cloudless.  The full appearance of the white planet shone brightly as though street lights are no longer necessary. I grab hold my camera and took a few shots of it.  It seems like it's a compliment to us for having global warming... (Am I out of my mind?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes!! BECAUSE OF GLOBAL WARMING!! WE'RE SUFFERING HEAT DOWN HERE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WAKE UP HUMANS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-1563612898352275925?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/1563612898352275925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=1563612898352275925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1563612898352275925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1563612898352275925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/05/white-planet.html' title='The White Planet'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgW3ncqDr7I/AAAAAAAACes/mL0lpv9u_LE/s72-c/Untitled.001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-784416113309191531</id><published>2009-05-09T17:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:57:12.265+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The World of ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kairi and I made a trip down to Petaling Street aka China Town yesterday.  It was a journey of discovering new things and culture.  When we're about to leave I spotted something... 'Kedai Butang'.  Hmmm... This must be what Shereen described as Amazing! So we ought to check out the store.  It is quite hidden but I spotted it.  Wow for my eagle eye sight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgWsIRA_JgI/AAAAAAAACek/ERDkZJ4--BQ/s1600-h/Untitled.001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgWsIRA_JgI/AAAAAAAACek/ERDkZJ4--BQ/s400/Untitled.001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333858591696692738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we get why Shereen was Wow-ing about that shop! It's like a Library of Buttons! No... It's more like a Buttons Museum! Every shapes and forms! We can't exactly keep our mouth and jaws up intact as it is like a dream of buttons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgWsIbCma8I/AAAAAAAACec/T7J1i4gdIJE/s1600-h/Untitled.002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgWsIbCma8I/AAAAAAAACec/T7J1i4gdIJE/s400/Untitled.002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333858594387815362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It comes in all shapes and colors! Even sizes too!! Best of all? The Price!! We were betting that Farahin would go crazy in this shop! Oh... That's FOR SURE! Even I myself got crazy for the amount and designs of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgWsIKEDdqI/AAAAAAAACeU/LHkN3T_xDak/s1600-h/Untitled.003.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgWsIKEDdqI/AAAAAAAACeU/LHkN3T_xDak/s400/Untitled.003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333858589830510242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's all I bought.  I brought not enough money out as I was in a rush during the mornings.  Ohohohoho I know what to do with the buttons now... (God! Sounds like buttons fetish??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-784416113309191531?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/784416113309191531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=784416113309191531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/784416113309191531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/784416113309191531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/05/world-of.html' title='The World of ...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgWsIRA_JgI/AAAAAAAACek/ERDkZJ4--BQ/s72-c/Untitled.001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-8933035517676624248</id><published>2009-05-09T07:11:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:38:58.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgUiNEvS_gI/AAAAAAAACeM/lL8vEd06yS0/s1600-h/Untitled.001.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgUiNEvS_gI/AAAAAAAACeM/lL8vEd06yS0/s320/Untitled.001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333706941695983106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember the day you had your first love? Or the most memorable relationship you've gotten yourself in?  Or maybe your fantasy on the word L.O.V.E?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, not here to discuss about the wonders of 'I Love You' or 'You bring colors to my world'.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just stumbled upon Jon Schmidt.  He is a fantastic pianist I dare say and didn't know he produced a new piece lately.   A fan of instruments as to speak,  the recomposed 'Love story' by Taylor Swift and 'Viva La Vida' by Coldplay is simply just magnificent. The re-interpretation of Love Story did expressed successfully.  You shall hear it for yourself rather me spitting things out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-8933035517676624248?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/8933035517676624248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=8933035517676624248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8933035517676624248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8933035517676624248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/05/wheres-yours.html' title='Where&apos;s Yours?'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgUiNEvS_gI/AAAAAAAACeM/lL8vEd06yS0/s72-c/Untitled.001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-5038701800104695473</id><published>2009-05-07T09:45:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:23:09.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night From The Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually I've forgotten much about when is this.  I was heading back home late from college after working out the sweats for Building Services II presentation slides and of course, it went out fantastic, just the lecturer does not know how to appreciate this kind of presentation.  It is a presentation and it is a style of presentation, yet she commented the words on the slides.  *Sighed!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I brought my 450D along to have a few shots in the Library and all went great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgKnTjNu6TI/AAAAAAAACds/TcI65ESA_yk/s400/Untitled.001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333008863072282930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I caught this on my way back home.  This is one of the reasons why I love the city.  I love the casting speed of lights and shadows.  The movement and the fluidity flow.  It is in a speed beyond a human's capability while producing forms of art.  Inconsistent art pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, I thought the day would NEVER come again.  Few weeks back, I was at the same place, passing by to get the train and I saw something quite familiar... Now, again? Right after library??  Passed by, saw it, acknowledged it, ignored it for awhile, paid for the train ticket, went up to spot it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I saw before this was a set of balls.  No, it's not balls balls, its Balls! Yes! Male-Gent-Boy-Man-Modern Primate's Guts! That pair of Guts!  Still don't get it? Okay, testicles! (tentacles for Jo)  Well, it struck me at first because it looked REALLY familiar.  Hey! I have a pair of those too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw it dangling in movement, exposed to the public and you would suspect that's a flasher or just a beggar who's incapable to get better clothes.  NO! It's not.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm glad I brought my camera along,  set up my zoom lens and ready to 'Paparazzi'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgKn-eM38dI/AAAAAAAACd0/gqcw82KInz8/s400/Untitled.002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333009600460878290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just you're wondering, that is the dick! Dick! Penis! Zakar! Cock! Konek! Child's saying, Ku-Ku-Chao!  He was in the mood of expressing himself for the stage of relief.  The procedure calming or to say easing off his raging hormones! But in public? Hiding behind the bushes and to be spotted by ME?  What-The-FuCk!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgKoMM5GHDI/AAAAAAAACd8/SVgUCKdHsEo/s1600-h/Untitled.003.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgKoMM5GHDI/AAAAAAAACd8/SVgUCKdHsEo/s400/Untitled.003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333009836332686386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As he saw me with the camera, he shifted positions and I expect him to just end it. NO! He did not! He continued?!?!  No eye see....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I wonder why blogger change the quality of pics... de-graded and pixelated after I uploaded it...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sorry for the blurness. It was dark and in a distance.  I need a tripod but I don't have it with me and I'm tired for that day, Its on a zoom lens, means its in a distance, doubt flashes would reach the target*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-5038701800104695473?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/5038701800104695473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=5038701800104695473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5038701800104695473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5038701800104695473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-from-library.html' title='The Night From The Library'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SgKnTjNu6TI/AAAAAAAACds/TcI65ESA_yk/s72-c/Untitled.001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-7230617882767481790</id><published>2009-05-05T05:44:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:57:25.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Polkadot-it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pop-it, Lock-it, Polka dot-it, Countryfied-it, Hiphop-it, Put your hawk to the sky, Move side to side, Jump to the left, Stick and Glide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, previous post, the Hoedown Throwdown preview got me really interested with how and what the movie is about. I downloaded it and just a few hours, Voila!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/Sf_NT8UCgWI/AAAAAAAACdM/X7qtXjNr6d4/s320/Untitled.001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332206226321342818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I should be driving up the nerves of studio II, I know I should go spin my head right around for History finals.  But I miss entertainment. Yes I do.  It's for two months I didn't really had much entertainment other than a few slacking periods.  So yes,  I have slacked on the total wrong timing.  I thought I only watch while I eat but it got me to continue the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a few good L-M-A-O parts  and with feature appearances on Tyra Banks, Taylor Swift, Rascal Flatts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/Sf_KEkMYwII/AAAAAAAACdE/RjfbxWt3XrI/s320/Untitled.001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332202663613874306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best part is the Tyra Banks vs Hannah Montana shoe fight scene! That really L-Y(your)-A-O.  The lines are good and hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    'Do you know who I am?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    'Oh I know you know who I am~' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    'So?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    'So?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'So?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    'Give me that shoe!!!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Give me!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    'You know what? You want it? Jump for it! Jump for the shoe Hannah Montana~~' (Nak tunjuk model konon ^^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p5C3O-psLyo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p5C3O-psLyo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&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/12218589-7230617882767481790?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/7230617882767481790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=7230617882767481790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7230617882767481790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7230617882767481790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-polkadot-it.html' title='Let&apos;s Polkadot-it!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/Sf_NT8UCgWI/AAAAAAAACdM/X7qtXjNr6d4/s72-c/Untitled.001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-974889047380247935</id><published>2009-04-30T18:31:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:50:51.608+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In For An Apple or Honeydew? Watermelon!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/Sfq3du_6jhI/AAAAAAAACc0/ZJyd0kySRW0/s320/Untitled.001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330774830406602258" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jeng Jeng Jeng... I finally got my own mighty mouse.  Why do I need it since I already have my HP bluetooth mouse then? Well, the reason is simple.  HP mouse has been naughty, its disobeying my orders.  Okay maybe for Macbook not for Windows.  So at the end, it's not suitable for Mac although its responsive but I doubt you can be patient with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This mouse for the mean time it's okay for me.  It still uses bluetooth connection and its ergonomically designed! There are special buttons around it.  Check it out at your local apple store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/Sfq3nmWcFnI/AAAAAAAACc8/VJEc4MId4gg/s320/Untitled.002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330774999883847282" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know, I know some of you are going on I hate You Jon!  Yes, hate me for it.  I didn't ask for it anyways.  The Ipod Touch has finally arrived.  My dearly GreenPod is now being ditched aside or shall I say, May you rest in peace.  Well, it was in critical stage before being returned back to me for Shanghai Trip.  I had lend someone my GreenPod.  Anyways, to continue GreenPod's legacy, I shall name this touch, the GreenTouch.  There! Another generation for it to go with.  For now, what I enjoyed most is that I can FINALLY watch something on my Ipod esp.  Grey's Anatomy Season 5! I'm still waiting for Episode 21 to be out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So go for an Apple while I stick to Honeydew &amp;amp; Watermelon&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/12218589-974889047380247935?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/974889047380247935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=974889047380247935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/974889047380247935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/974889047380247935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-for-apple-or-honeydew-watermelon.html' title='In For An Apple or Honeydew? Watermelon!?!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/Sfq3du_6jhI/AAAAAAAACc0/ZJyd0kySRW0/s72-c/Untitled.001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-3836697740711999417</id><published>2009-04-12T15:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:14:42.245+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It supposed to be a moment for me to feel relax, to do what I want to do just for the few hours which I don't think I can do much other than to finish off my downloaded Grey's Anatomy. Other than that, I have other things I would like to do, like for instance, go to the movies.  I have actually missed alot of movies in cinema lately.  The good ones especially.  It's totally mental suffer!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I want to go shopping or just window shopping would still be fine for me too!  I just want to hang out! Third, why don't they have H&amp;amp;M here?? It would drive me crazy just to shop in H&amp;amp;M! I want it but they don't have it here! Was watching Stylista, a combination of ANTM and Project Runway.  The winner would receive a year's H&amp;amp;M purchases!! Imagine that!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, back to the moment.  It started just like that.  It is not a stand alone trigger but with a few incidents to trigger it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a)  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Greys Anatomy Season 5 Episode 18&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An episode that is like any other season which feature sad and crying moments.  The &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;acting&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;alone could not touch a person's heart without the scores.  Powderfinger, I think the &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;producers made a good decision on choosing it to be that 'moments' s background music as &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it really triggers the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;News from an old friend&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While watching Grey's Anatomy, a popped up window appears.  News regarding his mother &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on diagnosed Cancer for 2 years and this is the second year!  I got no idea how is she doing &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but for sure, I know she's not doing fine.  Imagine that! You know you're gonna die &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;anytime... I wouldn't want to go there but I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stress&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know if you've realised.  I tend not to online on MSN lately.  It's not as frequent as it&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;used to be.  I changed my design over and over again! I'm definitely blaming Mr. Cheah for &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;saying ' It either full marks or a fail for your design'.  Thanks! That really pressured me on &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;making sure what I'm designing to be the best design from me! That's really insane and I &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;think everyone is moving advance ahead while I'm WAY behind struggling on my basic &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;designs. Yes, I think those who advanced, possible by now, they are sleeping their way to dreamland with no worries yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the popped up message, I remained calm to deal with it. While trying to comfort him but tears started flowing downwards as watching the execution part from Grey's Anatomy along with the background music by Powderfinger. I can't take it.  I left a message in MSN and just sat on my bed with Grey's Anatomy continue on playing.  It ended and I started a continuation episode for it, it is funny and I stopped being sad.  But the tears kept on flowing out!  I tried to resist it but it's uncontrollable.  I paused Grey's Anatomy, turned off the lights and turned on my mood lamp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SeH-ozoGa0I/AAAAAAAACcc/A6dVaHjxShE/s1600-h/IMG_1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SeH-ozoGa0I/AAAAAAAACcc/A6dVaHjxShE/s320/IMG_1721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323816211535260482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought these from Penang and it plays a role on activating my 'Electrical'/Kemahiran Hidup skills.  It actually squeezed quite an amount of my brain juice just to figure how to design the circuit and to make it work!  I did made a 'Litar Bersiri' but the lightbulbs too dim and it seems that it could not work so I made 'Litar Selari' for each of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lay on the bed staring at the lamp giving some thought about it.  Closed my eyes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told to get a hot shower and everything would be fine and back in order and I did.  It does help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I really that stress for a breakdown??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-3836697740711999417?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/3836697740711999417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=3836697740711999417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3836697740711999417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3836697740711999417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/04/moment.html' title='The Moment'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SeH-ozoGa0I/AAAAAAAACcc/A6dVaHjxShE/s72-c/IMG_1721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-1911423201593980942</id><published>2009-04-11T02:27:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:43:41.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IPhoto of The Week : 5/4 - 11/4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back from Hong Kong people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SeHAs2INTNI/AAAAAAAACbk/Ol6W99uGTz8/s1600-h/23032009043.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SeHAs2INTNI/AAAAAAAACbk/Ol6W99uGTz8/s320/23032009043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323748111205354706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passing by Vietnam borders, and there, that's Saigon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SeHAs20HkZI/AAAAAAAACbc/BB8WaNCOfhA/s1600-h/23032009005.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SeHAs20HkZI/AAAAAAAACbc/BB8WaNCOfhA/s320/23032009005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323748111389528466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know is it normal, but it does not have it any of the flights I have taken my whole life. It's on Cathay Pacific.  The mini LCD television hardisk sets on your seats does feature a channel where you get to see the forward landing wheel camera view. It's REALLY COOL! You get to observe it when the plane takes off.  By the way, it's Boeing 737.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9ea21e08c6c1c1ba" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ea21e08c6c1c1ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330390891%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56791BB20E42D802EB0B592ADE71D5E556798814.16EDE69B423473EBF6DF963B383F804E75E2A89E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ea21e08c6c1c1ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkZW6LZXeIm6Q_ZE5KyK9o66NMOg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ea21e08c6c1c1ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330390891%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56791BB20E42D802EB0B592ADE71D5E556798814.16EDE69B423473EBF6DF963B383F804E75E2A89E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ea21e08c6c1c1ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkZW6LZXeIm6Q_ZE5KyK9o66NMOg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the videos I've recorded from pre-landing to landed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Venue : KLIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SeHAtWW9hpI/AAAAAAAACb0/Lzom85A1MzY/s320/01042009055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323748119857170066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bought lots in Disneyland, the grand total of all purchases there for the whole family is erm I prefer to be announced as 'over over (OVER) the K'.  This is one of my favorite! 'The Cup' :D&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;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SeHAtJGJXlI/AAAAAAAACbs/-G6OGSn90nY/s320/31032009051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323748116296982098" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After seeing Mr.Cheah for my design in Studio, decided to &lt;i&gt;ponteng&lt;/i&gt; awhile just to have my 'lunch'. Was starving and we saw this.. So the cat does know where to clench its thirst eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Venue : Annexe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SeHAto-epJI/AAAAAAAACb8/k1KxX82qrxU/s320/08042009083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323748124854756498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Presenting you! The world of MyVis... It's crazy! That's alot stacked next to each other.  (On my way leaving the college to the carpark)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Venue : Infront 7-11, valet car park&lt;/div&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/12218589-1911423201593980942?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9ea21e08c6c1c1ba&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/1911423201593980942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=1911423201593980942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1911423201593980942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1911423201593980942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/04/iphoto-of-week-54-114.html' title='IPhoto of The Week : 5/4 - 11/4'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SeHAs2INTNI/AAAAAAAACbk/Ol6W99uGTz8/s72-c/23032009043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-1319152261815918374</id><published>2009-04-05T14:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:32:09.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Have it all Jon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So does the words say, I can't have it all.  Though always wanted it all.  This is when I make a crucial decision.  Iphone or Ipod Touch! Choose &lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt; Jon!  What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 312px;" src="http://www.product-reviews.net/wp-content/userimages/2008/01/iphone-ipod-touch-firmware.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://skattertech.com/media/2008/02/iphone-ipod-touch-storage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really can't decide! Opinions people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-1319152261815918374?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/1319152261815918374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=1319152261815918374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1319152261815918374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1319152261815918374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-cant-have-it-all-jon.html' title='You Can&apos;t Have it all Jon!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-8126312518696214954</id><published>2009-04-05T03:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:58:16.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passport gonna expire soon.  Dad requested for U.S and Japan Visa photos as well, so I went to the Kodak photo shop near my house yesterday.  While waiting it to be developed, I observed the Uncle to fix it.  Well, it turned out GOOD.  When I turned around, I saw a series of photos on the wall.  Non that I recognize nor familiar faces.  Suddenly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SdjFOBM1dyI/AAAAAAAACa4/5vJJdJFWRuI/s320/02042009058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321219804369352482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this! Jacqueline Wong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SdjFOSD2GPI/AAAAAAAACbA/XeB6KmqRYD8/s320/02042009062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321219808895047922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bet she's gonna be damn piss off XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit...later he put mine as U.S Visa/Japan Visa??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-8126312518696214954?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/8126312518696214954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=8126312518696214954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8126312518696214954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8126312518696214954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/04/smile.html' title='Smile!!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SdjFOBM1dyI/AAAAAAAACa4/5vJJdJFWRuI/s72-c/02042009058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-6154052494397175719</id><published>2009-04-04T15:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:14:33.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump to the left, Stick it, Glide!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m_aRYNHjFr4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m_aRYNHjFr4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a feature song in Hannah Montana The Movie, Hoedown Throwdown. Watching it makes you feel fun.  I'm just gonna go Pop It, Lock It, Polka Dot it~  Sounds like another upcoming dance-along-high-school-musical-macarena.  Screw it! It's fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-6154052494397175719?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/6154052494397175719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=6154052494397175719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6154052494397175719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6154052494397175719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/04/jump-to-left-stick-it-glide.html' title='Jump to the left, Stick it, Glide!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-5735729182045578975</id><published>2009-04-02T15:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T04:37:43.719+01:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Design Week '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SdV4Pol632I/AAAAAAAACaI/dQqKp3cA56g/s1600-h/kldw-splash1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SdV4Pol632I/AAAAAAAACaI/dQqKp3cA56g/s320/kldw-splash1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320290744797945698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been busy about a lot of things. There's studio, 3D rendering, test, assignments.  All coming in queues! It's hectic and wicked!  Well, studio is the most critical part and it is! 5 freaking long credit hours.  That's really a killer. Anyways, in conjunction with KL Design Week, Taylor's College is invited to participate.  Most seniors are still tied up with their 'Ipoh' site studio so us and the juniors took it up as voluntary on participating this event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SdWCzmhwRSI/AAAAAAAACaQ/eCXRcKYEDhQ/s320/IMG_4593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320302357835171106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are participating 2 events in KL Design week, Secret Tent and 10 by 10 booth. The two events are happening in Capsquare, Dang Wangi.  Secret Tent is a tent which portray as  'gerai' and the whole area are filled with a dozen tents with people selling their things in the tent.  I've been making a few types of notebooks since January but my signature design still stands out which is the one with the 'wood' frame.  Since I have something, I decided to sell it in secret tent.  Would RM18 worth it? Friends said it should be around RM20-25 but regarding to the location we're selling it, RM18 suits it well.  For the tent, we decided to have a theme 'Write Here, Write Now'.  Exactly!  We are trying to encourage people to write more rather than SMS, Email, Phone Calls...etc.  So, we're selling postcards and notebooks.  We offer mail delivery as well but stamps are not included with the price. *smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 by 10 booth consist of 10 empty white panels.  I didn't know what is it about at first while I'm the assistant in charge of it till I arrive there to check things out.  It's really weird to arrive there and see a bunch of pointed 'pine trees' standing in grid manner.  Ms. Shereen, the lecturer in charge of the whole event told me, '&lt;i&gt;Alah, just print out taylors logo, tampal presentation board, janji stay a week, tayah layan then take down on the last day&lt;/i&gt;.'  (It's normal for her selamba-ness.  But we all know she doesn't mean it BUT I fell for it) and I trusted her.  With the pressure of how other colleges did it, I talked to Shien Chii.  Only both of us handling the 10 by 10 booth and we as usual, Taylorians or maybe just 'Architects on going' tend to be different, wants to be different.  So we sat down, staring at the 5 blocks of panels, figuring out how to design it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SdWCzxrFzXI/AAAAAAAACaY/muCwNyTnEJI/s320/IMG_4161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320302360827121010" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SdWC0PqSmDI/AAAAAAAACag/MOsyYURg8Ek/s1600-h/IMG_4246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SdWC0PqSmDI/AAAAAAAACag/MOsyYURg8Ek/s320/IMG_4246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320302368876828722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end, we came up with a concept and everything is just perfect.  Making 'Taylors' stands out among all other colleges.  It ROCKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SdWC0QH5mcI/AAAAAAAACaw/q3_IPnoyuOo/s1600-h/Slide1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SdWC0QH5mcI/AAAAAAAACaw/q3_IPnoyuOo/s320/Slide1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320302369001019842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-5735729182045578975?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/5735729182045578975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=5735729182045578975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5735729182045578975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5735729182045578975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/04/kl-design-week-09.html' title='KL Design Week &apos;09'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SdV4Pol632I/AAAAAAAACaI/dQqKp3cA56g/s72-c/kldw-splash1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-8605935085802277337</id><published>2009-02-15T15:43:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:10:28.320Z</updated><title type='text'>Everything Goes Bah Bah along with Moo Moo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SZg6Efp6QHI/AAAAAAAACY8/GxlENF1Fsm8/s320/PictureV.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303052410119929970" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watch it! Kiwi up ahead! The day finally arrived.  It's been waited so long yet we do not want it to come any sooner.  The moments we always treasure is still incomplete as we still wanted to keep it in a box.  Yet there is still so little of it. Time and Sincerity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The day I've always tried to avoid nor to think about while being naively thinking that 'It's still long way ahead, present matters the most at the moment'. What if, the future is already the present? It was once a future and it's a present now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are times I was really down when I thought about the day.  Things like 'He'll be back!', 'It's not like never gonna meet?', etc,  never works on me.  It's all about the moment, when it's gone, it's gone.  The next will be sometime later.  When is it?  Sometime later.  It's like a working clock.  It moves forward and different locations in different time.  Non will be the same in any moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Example, you sits in the park for the whole day.  You notices different things in different timing.  Like the old man walks the dog at 5.  Next day, you notices the old man didn't come or the old man went the other path or the old man wore another color.  It is always different.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.realclimate.org/images/Sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://www.realclimate.org/images/Sheep.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the Lord of the Rings land where the cows, sheeps, and kiwis resides.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SZhBSBZyDEI/AAAAAAAACZM/LINAOyGz5r0/s1600-h/204523080l-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SZhBSBZyDEI/AAAAAAAACZM/LINAOyGz5r0/s320/204523080l-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303060339098782786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe it doesn't matters to you, I am just like everyone only saying farewell through media. Nothing big deal about me saying bye.  So all I can do is to say Farewell to a twin, a brother, a bestie, a friend, a companion and someone I influenced badly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edmund, all the best...&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/12218589-8605935085802277337?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/8605935085802277337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=8605935085802277337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8605935085802277337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8605935085802277337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/02/everything-goes-bah-bah-along-with-moo.html' title='Everything Goes Bah Bah along with Moo Moo..'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SZg6Efp6QHI/AAAAAAAACY8/GxlENF1Fsm8/s72-c/PictureV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-8607344030582125959</id><published>2009-02-15T13:42:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:11:59.792Z</updated><title type='text'>Splendid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'Would you still love me if I were old and saggy?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'Would you still love me if I were young and had acne? When I'm afraid of what's under the bed? Or if I end up wetting the bed?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'We are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'It's a funny thing about comin' home.  Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same.  You'll realize what's changed is...You'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'I want to remember us, just as we are now'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went.  You could swear, curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.' Captain Mike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'Everyone feels different about themselves one way or another, but we all going the same way.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 13.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'If only one thing had happened differently: if that shoelace hadn't broken; or that delivery truck had moved moments earlier; or that package had been wrapped and ready, because the girl hadn't broken up with her boyfriend; or that man had set his alarm and got up five minutes earlier; or that taxi driver hadn't stopped for a cup of coffee; or that woman had remembered her coat, and got into an earlier cab, Daisy and her friend would've crossed the street, and the taxi would've driven by.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 13.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 17px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'But life being what it is - a series of intersecting lives and incidents, out of anyone's control - that taxi did not go by, and that driver was momentarily distracted, and that taxi hit Daisy, and her leg was crushed.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The one I love the most, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'We're almost the same age.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'We finally caught up with each other.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'I know the circumstances and I've accepted that. Loving you is worth all of it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 143px;" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn308/sinchpics/bbutton03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Benjamin &amp;amp; Daisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/12218589-8607344030582125959?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/8607344030582125959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=8607344030582125959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8607344030582125959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8607344030582125959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/02/splendid.html' title='Splendid!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-4746690671451360128</id><published>2009-02-04T15:16:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:35:48.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Smoke...*coughs*</title><content type='html'>It was the ringing bell for time to switch classes! We're freed from the torturous lullaby calculus structures class.  Looked at the watch and to realise there is extra 30 minutes for the lecture as we all doubted he would waste the 30minutes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He heard the bell and gave a shock reaction.  Soon, we realised that it's not a 'school bell' instead a fire drill!  We thought it's just gonna be a practise.  Mr.chew wanted to exempt the calculus classes for attending the fire drill practises.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We evacuated the class and moved slowly down the staircase.  As we move out the 'room', we heard a lady worrying shit and telling people to evacuate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SYnD8pL-loI/AAAAAAAACYM/-KNnjR2LZ_4/s320/Image291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298981883193759362" /&gt;By looking up, there! it's the burning venue.  Yes! There's smoke...Took sometime to extinguish it.  As told, the air cond exploded.  Wow! Last time was car *kaboom* in carpark and now air cond *kaboom*.  Whats next? College? bwahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, still dare to sleep with air cond? Do you trust air cond? It might explode!!&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/12218589-4746690671451360128?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/4746690671451360128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=4746690671451360128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/4746690671451360128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/4746690671451360128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/02/smokecoughs.html' title='Smoke...*coughs*'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SYnD8pL-loI/AAAAAAAACYM/-KNnjR2LZ_4/s72-c/Image291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-8347219975104132771</id><published>2009-02-04T14:08:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:15:41.341Z</updated><title type='text'>Sucks huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.billboard.com/bbcom/images/logo_billboard.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 55px;" src="http://www.billboard.com/bbcom/images/logo_billboard.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it has been rumored that Kelly Clarkson scored her amazing single from 97 spot to the No.1 seat.  Surprising, I'm a frequent visitor for billboard but I do recall not seeing the 1st spot having Kelly Clarkson though.  Maybe it's a late update. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I first heard about is from the Itunes store.  They usually had their own top 100 and now I finally understands why Kelly Clarkson made it to No.1 seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SYmpYeQ-T2I/AAAAAAAACYE/1v6N6rz0g7I/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SYmpYeQ-T2I/AAAAAAAACYE/1v6N6rz0g7I/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298952674484309858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was shock to see this.  Without realising, I had played 'My Life Sucks Without You' for the 430th times since the day I downloaded it on the 28th January. Totally breaking my 'One step at a time'.  Unintentionally, it started off with just a few repeats but end up being a habit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I found it fresh from Kelly Clarkson.  It's always about down side of relationships in all her songs.  For the first, it's all about 'being together'.  I'm really fascinated by the lyrics and the words of every line.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the reason how she made it into no.1, maybe it's because of her fame and name?  Or maybe it's just really because how the song and lyric is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I was stupid for telling you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was wrong for tryin’ to pick a fight&lt;br /&gt;I know that I’ve got issues&lt;br /&gt;But you’re pretty messed up too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I found out I’m nothing without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-8347219975104132771?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/8347219975104132771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=8347219975104132771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8347219975104132771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8347219975104132771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/02/sucks-huh.html' title='Sucks huh?'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SYmpYeQ-T2I/AAAAAAAACYE/1v6N6rz0g7I/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-7946893657215330220</id><published>2009-02-03T16:21:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:13:21.090Z</updated><title type='text'>*Smiles*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, Winshen~ I was moody too for the past few days.  It looked fun, so I decided to try this tag too! It's fun and I find it somehow accurate I think?? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;RULES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If someone says 'Are you okay', you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So Darling, Save the last dance for me~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Save The Last Dance, Michael Buble)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~Like Smoke....~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(如煙 － 五月天)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you like in a girl/guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~Dance with me, Make me sway, Sway me more~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Sway, Michael Buble)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~Oh, why you look so sad? Tears are in your eyes, come on, come to me now~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(I'll Stand By You, Rod Stewart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~Wherever it is, I'll fly.  Whatever it takes, I'll try.  So don't pay no mind, to what other people say~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Whatever It Takes, Leona Lewis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is you motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~Wake up to find their eyes are wet, with tears that tell of broken dreams~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Tony Bennett)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~我愛你, 讓我聽, 你的疲憊和恐懼. 我愛你, 我想親, 你倔強到極限的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you, Let me hear, Your fear and exhaustion.  I love you, I wanna kiss, Your stubborn heart~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(我愛你 - S.H.E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What your parents think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~I wanna make up right na na na, Wish we never broke up right na na na, We need to link up right na na na~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Right Now, Akon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~You gotta love me in the light and the dark, You gotta give me, give me all of your heart, I wanna be your official girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Official Girl, Cassie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is 2 + 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~Take one step at a time, There's no need to rush, It's like learning to fly, Or falling in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(One Step At A Time, Jordin Sparks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~你是電，你是光，你是唯一的神話，我隻愛你，You are my Super Star~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're electric, you're a light, you're the only legend, I only love you, You are my Super Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Super Star, S.H.E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is you life story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~See, See, See, My side, and I'll see, see, see your's better.  Love Love Love me bad, and I'll Love Love Love you better~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(See my side, Jordin Sparks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~I can think of younger days, When Living for my life, Was everything a man could want to do, I could never see tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(How can you mend a broken heart, Michael buble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but I was never told about the sorrow, and how can you mend a broken heart? same goes for Bus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~我的夜空今天有點灰~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My night sky today is a little gray/dust?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(天灰, S.H.E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What will you dance at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~(我要快樂，張惠妹)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~I wanna be happy, amei~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What will they play at my funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~Cz 7 things I hate about you! You made me laugh, made me cry...etc~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(7 Things, Miley Cyrus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~But I won't hesitate, no more, no more, it can't not wait, I'm yours!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(I'm Yours, Jason Mraz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~Never been here before, Im intrigued, Im unsure, Im searching for more, Ive got something thats all mine~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Pure Shores, All Saints)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is your Biggest Secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Shine We Are, Boa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What Do You Want Right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~Treats you without conditions~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(無條件為你 - 梁靜茹） &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Hero - 鴻明)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What will you post this as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~Remember - Ah Mei~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(記得 - 張惠妹)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yep, it's quite accurate in someway... Signing off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-7946893657215330220?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/7946893657215330220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=7946893657215330220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7946893657215330220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7946893657215330220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/02/smiles.html' title='*Smiles*'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-1517811276169052945</id><published>2009-01-27T17:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:53:17.662Z</updated><title type='text'>The Second...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SYCZEFTMUcI/AAAAAAAACX8/Gv5usd78kq0/s1600-h/IMG_28372.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SYCZEFTMUcI/AAAAAAAACX8/Gv5usd78kq0/s1600-h/IMG_28372.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The day we always look forward to, the second day of Chinese New Year~  It's always a gathering at grams place.  It's crowded and noisy.  It's all about Chinese New Year! Granddad's brothers and sisters all coming together and of course, this is the time for us to hunt for our Ang Paus...and time for us to meet our second cousins aka distant cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SYCZDhUdY8I/AAAAAAAACX0/7YZ6kkiQIW4/s320/IMG_2767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296401447550542786" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SYCZEFTMUcI/AAAAAAAACX8/Gv5usd78kq0/s1600-h/IMG_28372.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SYCZEFTMUcI/AAAAAAAACX8/Gv5usd78kq0/s1600-h/IMG_28372.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Look at my sexay Ang Paus.  People notices the ang pau first than the levi's... I'm speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SYCZEFTMUcI/AAAAAAAACX8/Gv5usd78kq0/s1600-h/IMG_28372.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SYCZEFTMUcI/AAAAAAAACX8/Gv5usd78kq0/s320/IMG_28372.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296401457208906178" /&gt;One of the second cousins.  I find it interesting to observe her.  Whenever there is food infront her that she likes, her hand will grab the food from the container into her mouth NON-STOP! With continuation...  Isn't this picture of her adorable? Ha Ha Ha Kids....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-1517811276169052945?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/1517811276169052945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=1517811276169052945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1517811276169052945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1517811276169052945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/second.html' title='The Second...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SYCZDhUdY8I/AAAAAAAACX0/7YZ6kkiQIW4/s72-c/IMG_2767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-3629008933206276094</id><published>2009-01-26T16:31:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:51:51.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Funny New Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like every Chinese New Year, it's always a visit to Granddad's youngest sisters' house.  Find it rather urm....boring.  Due to the fact that there's a lot of KIDS! While my PSP ran out of battery.  The kids radically ignored us the elder gang and had their very most enjoyable game, London Bridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Looking at them playing that bridge kinda thing sort of reminded us that 'IT WAS MANY YEARS AGO'.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for dinner, Mom and grandma was too exhausted to cook and decided to dinner out on the first!  It was rather hard to eat out than to eat at home since it's VERY hard to find a decent restaurant on business for the first day of Chinese New Year.  We had Sushi King in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dropped off Grandparents home and drove home with sis.  Found that parents are not home yet and we don't have the key to access.  Received the news that Grandparent's key couldn't opened up the inner door.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We decided to head back to Grandparent's home to check it out.  Seems like they're waiting outside and Wise Grandma was poking wires into her car window.(She left it 5% open)  As told, there is another sets of keys in the car and she is trying to open up the door lock.  She needs a light and asked us whether there's a torch light in the car.  We took out our phones and shone towards the lock.  At the end, it was really frustrating cz our phone will go blank out when no respond.  I took out the Ipod she bought me 3 years back and the light was much brighter and long lasting(cz I've set it to 'Always on').  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Now you don't regret buying me this Ipod 3 years back!" ( She bought it for me from the states.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the end, she looked at sis and suggested she put her arms through it.  Sis was freaked out and I took off my watch trying to slide through.  It went through!! I pulled the lock and the alarm was set.  She found the key and unlocked the inner door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was funny cz as though we really are breaking in the house and the car too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Arrived home and decided to have a game of Monopoly with Sis!  Guess what's special about this monopoly?  What is different than the others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SX32f57qZ5I/AAAAAAAACXs/G6ZeAxhh264/s1600-h/DSC01262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SX32f57qZ5I/AAAAAAAACXs/G6ZeAxhh264/s320/DSC01262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295659764845012882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other than there is a fine line on different culture like, European, Asian, North America...etc.  One thing REALLY special about this Monopoly Version is that there is NO CASH!! Each player are given a CREDIT CARD!!! Along that, there is a credit machine to be used! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was REALLY fun and yes, I went bankrupt cz the duration of the game is slow.  Or else, I will earn wild.  Too much property~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SX31VZhCLSI/AAAAAAAACXk/kuYXsDW-V-o/s1600-h/DSC01262.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-3629008933206276094?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/3629008933206276094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=3629008933206276094&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3629008933206276094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3629008933206276094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-new-year.html' title='Funny New Year...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SX32f57qZ5I/AAAAAAAACXs/G6ZeAxhh264/s72-c/DSC01262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-6817916695277330780</id><published>2009-01-26T02:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T07:51:28.412Z</updated><title type='text'>Reunion Eh?</title><content type='html'>It was funny during reunion dinner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being tense bcz of the invention of a Sony psp. Little sis and bro was being addicted to it, non of them are having anything at all! I understand, its been sometime they had psp curfew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect a family dinner to be like a family dinner, moreover its a reunion dinner! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was saying,&lt;br /&gt;'We don't have to eat anymore! I shall have psp on your (Preston) plate, laptop on both of ur (Me n sis) plate, psp on yours (Hillary) and a football for you (Dad)!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What about yours?' we asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Astro Max!' Dad replied immediately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I want a bunch of cash vouchers on my plate! I want Tangs! Robinsons! Parksons!' she laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded 'Ya vouchers! *laughs* Tesco!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-6817916695277330780?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/6817916695277330780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=6817916695277330780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6817916695277330780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6817916695277330780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/reunion-eh.html' title='Reunion Eh?'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-2957012430350452298</id><published>2009-01-25T02:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:38:34.039Z</updated><title type='text'>Under the tree~</title><content type='html'>A post I wrote last year during Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;翠Ling, Chui Ling says no fake gucci for leos!~ as presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents, season of giving as we speak of. Is presents that important? An item we all wanted. We just hope to receive something on special occasions in the reality world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed shall be the word. You greed for items you fantasize for, you greed for items you dream of, you greed for items you don't have the ability to obtain. End up just to wish for it and hoping someone would get it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all do so and i doubt there would be any deny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me myself dare not to deny it either, I might have a little greed in it but I do not hope for it. Presents the main topic, once ruined my life. Presents had once made me a devil filled with greed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 semesters, there is an 'in prompt to' presentation held during the hard ass uber advance Technical English class. Each of us pick draws on topics and while mine sucks! Due to it's technical english 2, I don't get the question. The lecturer gave me another chance to pick draw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is 'Worst Presents I Ever Received' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there and to figure out what is the worst present. I told the lecturer there is none, due to the fact I'm always grateful even if presents no matter what it is. I was forced to make up one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worst present would be a photo frame. With today's innovative era, we speak of digital data. With digital cameras, we no longer find the need of developing photos with first point, wasting paper! Going green is a trend at the moment, you recycle, you use less paper, you pollute the environment less. While studying architecture course, I've learned that spaces are important same goes for storage spaces. You wouldn't want a space filled with MANY photo frames whereby you can use that space for other purposes? Not just so, there is a new invention called Digital Photo Frame! Very eco friendly in some way i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this presentation, I had accidentally made 'Photo Frame' into my present shit list! I tried to change my mind or be grateful of but it just stays there. Soon after that, I received a photo frame as present which quite pisses me off. My mistake! (trying to change the theory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, presents might make someone happy and some nothing but neutral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I see the rainbow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil' White Dragon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-2957012430350452298?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/2957012430350452298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=2957012430350452298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2957012430350452298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2957012430350452298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/under-tree.html' title='Under the tree~'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-3423714862562883563</id><published>2009-01-25T01:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:49:00.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Decos</title><content type='html'>Strolling around city of Kuala Lumpur, you lift up your head.  You see street lights with the sky as the background.  You see skyscrapers that are not really that tall other than the Twin Towers of course..What else do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's Chinese New Year, you surely expect to feel the festive celebration.  You stroll along the main famous streets of Kuala Lumpur... It's no longer like the old days where there are lanterns and lights and greetings on.  This Chinese New Year in Kuala Lumpur is rather 'emotionless', just like the normal days in Kuala Lumpur.  Where you will be in a city and feel the city rather a city filled with culture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what had happened to the usual decorations?  Even Raya has their decorations (Not being racist but to compare the fairness) why didn't Chinese New Year?  I thought Malaysia is all about the unification of the three main races?  Being united and colorful regardless the skin color?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As heard that the City Hall has no money for decorations this season.  I really wonder where had the income tax and all tax tax tax has gone to?  To anywhere that is useful I hope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare say, I'm actually a Malaysian that doesn't read the newspaper, not keeping myself update about what the country is doing, so does the rest of the world.  All I know is to live my life, but regarding this matter, I really wonder....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-3423714862562883563?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/3423714862562883563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=3423714862562883563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3423714862562883563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3423714862562883563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/decos.html' title='Decos'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-2179487211150509033</id><published>2009-01-24T10:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:35:57.429Z</updated><title type='text'>Alpha what?</title><content type='html'>Was clearing up the mess in the living room...  All of sudden, a very funky tune broadcasted through the box which we all know it as a television.  It was on the usual teenagers channel, MTV.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alphabeat! The tune was really funky! With their Music Video is totally an additional bomb for them!  They sounded very much like the 70's and 80's.  While playing with colors and a whole new creativity level on music videos.  Well, sort of?  We just got used to seeing things from our century, yet we have very little chances on to approach the funky high heels and tuck ins with flowery retro shirts, not to forget the 'world peace yaw~'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yep, its quite fresh for me cz I'm not really a fan for the 70's ha ha ha no offence people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, bringing to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alphabeat - Fascination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8UxX5STKL4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8UxX5STKL4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alphabeat - What is happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mL2JHeICXiI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mL2JHeICXiI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/12218589-2179487211150509033?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/2179487211150509033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=2179487211150509033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2179487211150509033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2179487211150509033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/alpha-what.html' title='Alpha what?'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-3378595984081756710</id><published>2009-01-23T03:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T03:23:10.357Z</updated><title type='text'>Music Notes All Around...</title><content type='html'>Since Justin had done his, I went to check out mine!  Clicked on Itunes and clicked on Play Count on main library.  This is what I get from the list! It was quite shocking though cz I don't realise it!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Songs that played the most in 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L.O.V.E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Michael Buble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;222 plays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disturbia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Rihannna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;228 plays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 Minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Madonna feat. Justin Timberlake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;229 plays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attention Please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Tokyo Philharmonic Orchestra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;245 plays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About You Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Sugababes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;266 plays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold You Down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Jennifer Lopez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;267 plays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Joshua Radin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;274 plays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottle It Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Sara Bareilles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;283 plays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我們&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by 南拳媽媽&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;308 plays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last! The most I've played in 2008!!!&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;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 545px;" src="http://www.lovebscott.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/jordinsparksonvideoset050608.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One Step At A Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by Jordin Sparks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;345 plays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it! I didn't even realised that I've played it for 345 times!! That's ALOT! That's like obsess! or simply just no life stuck with only a song! Well, I can't help it! It's meaningful to me?  I just LOVE the heels hitting the ground sound but I don't quite understand the GREEN heels...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least now I found out that I'm once an obsessor of 'One Step At A Time'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-3378595984081756710?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/3378595984081756710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=3378595984081756710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3378595984081756710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3378595984081756710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-one-step-at-time-man.html' title='Music Notes All Around...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-152348625173258670</id><published>2009-01-21T14:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T03:29:23.034Z</updated><title type='text'>At last!</title><content type='html'>There is no phone calls from that party for almost a week now.  I've decided to pay them a visit before I leave the place.  I went to the main office and saw the lady who spoke to me last week.  Dang~ she looked so... zombie... with deeeeeeep eye bags.  Looks pity while with the hair messy-ly tied upwards from the back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knocked on the glass door though the door is opened.  She looked up and showed a shocking face.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I remember you! I remember you!" she said it loudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, I was wondering how is the progress of the investigation?" I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I remember you! But I don't really remember what is the problem again...I remember your face, Is it a lost book? Ah! Yes! You lost a book right?" She replied with a tone filled with 'worries'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Urm, its the book renewal charges..." I replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OH YAH!! I passed it to my colleague! Hold on ah, I go get her..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She immediately move out from her seat and move along in 'lightning speed' to the library compound in search of her colleague.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As she had found the colleague while yelling her name out... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I wonder what the library is for?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, she returned to the office and passed me to the colleague.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I'm glad finally a respond and hope its good!  Apparently... the colleague... was the one in charge of the library that day when I found out about my account being charged. She was just next to the lady who informed me that my account has 'issues'....DANG! Couldn't her do something that day instead of causing me worries for the WHOLE week? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, she said she had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waived&lt;/span&gt; the charges but however I still need to pay for the other fine charges which I'm fine about those bcz I had committed them! *Tee Hee...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Borrowed 4 books! haha imagine the desperation of wanting to borrow books.  2 of them are about Egypt and another 2 are design books.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised the fall of Egypt is bcz of some Pharaoh was being too 'religious' and that caused almost the whole empire gone.  Poor Cleopatra... What is with me and History man! I'm like reading it as though like novel... *faints*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, back to my room 'Spring cleaning'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-152348625173258670?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/152348625173258670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=152348625173258670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/152348625173258670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/152348625173258670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-last.html' title='At last!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-9118485154142281773</id><published>2009-01-20T14:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:05:45.510Z</updated><title type='text'>They do!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fullhalloween.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/they_wait_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 461px;" src="http://www.fullhalloween.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/they_wait_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or We wait?? Still waiting for the horror part....Where is it? No where to be found though it was creepy in the beginning but everything turned into a laughing joke right after the first horror part.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many parts I find it funny and maybe because of the cheap tactics from the production or some is too 'out of this world'... Well maybe I'm too realistic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind would wonder off when I'm watching movies.  I would think of the Behind-The-Scenes or stuff like how they made it.  Hence, it's quite useless to watch 'Horror' movie with me cz I don't believe in such a thing that exaggerates?  I have already pre-warned Edmund about what he would receive when he watch 'Horror' with me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I laughed like crazy during the movie.  It's as though no one's business.  I know I'm disturbing but hell yah! I paid for the movie and I find it comedian... There are seriously alot to laugh about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets put it, the end, there is a bone hand figure grabbed the old man's leg and dragged the whole body! That should be spooky I suppose? But I saw the skeleton hand figure is too "fake" enough to put in the show.  They made it worst! The second skeleton grabbed the other old man's crotch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even made fun of the old lady looks like someone....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, We wait not they wait... I've heard alot people said it's scary, and alot had said it to be awesome! For me? I rate it 3 over 10...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S / The slice into head was cool! and the sealed thread tied lips!  Overall, it's like any other typical horror movies! The main character solve the problem with a ghost!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riiiight....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/12218589-9118485154142281773?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/9118485154142281773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=9118485154142281773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/9118485154142281773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/9118485154142281773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-do.html' title='They do!?!?'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-7928633626407332340</id><published>2009-01-19T13:58:00.014Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:54:14.198Z</updated><title type='text'>Craves for it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisfoodthing.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/watermelon-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 310px;" src="http://thisfoodthing.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/watermelon-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A question pops up for me during the interview, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'If you were to be an ice cream, what flavor would you choose to be?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Both of us answered 'WATERMELON ICE CREAM!', 'LECKA LECKA brand!', 'His so possesive till every time pass by would say "lets go in and get my ice cream"!', 'Watermelon'... Audrey knows me well. VERY well indeed! Know what? Next time it's easy for her to answer my girlfriend what flavor I like if they ask her...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of course, the answer is too obvious to not know about it.  Yes I admit I craves for watermelon lots!  I just love watermelon! No idea why? Maybe it just started from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXSRn_0CE1I/AAAAAAAACW0/8WU9Dh01C6o/s200/sendbinary.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293015578397774674" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes! Bubble Yum Watermelon flavor.  Yummy indeed eh! The taste and the flavor of it.  Simply splendid!  No! I do not have a stack stock of it in my room nor my house.  I just love the watermelon flavor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The thing about bubble yum, I think it's too thick?  That turns me off sometimes due to tiredness of chewing it.  Ha Ha...  Last year, I found out about Lecka Lecka Watermelon flavored Ice Cream, that truly melts my heart!  It was random, we felt like getting Ice Cream but there is no Baskin Robins around and heard that Orange Sherbet is gone for sure (excluding Genting).  So we tried Lecka Lecka! I choose watermelon for no reasons and immediately I LOVE it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Till today, if I could, I would prefer Watermelon juice in restaurants, watermelon bubble tea, and watermelon as dessert etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just found out that there is even more than just to eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXSgA-H5DdI/AAAAAAAACXM/T4BDDN6y3fo/s1600-h/nike-delta-force-watermelon-custom-sneakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXSgA-H5DdI/AAAAAAAACXM/T4BDDN6y3fo/s200/nike-delta-force-watermelon-custom-sneakers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293031400603717074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nike Delta Force - Watermelon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXSgA8N8iCI/AAAAAAAACXE/gPKR_Lyn-L8/s1600-h/estate-la-watermelon-tearaway-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXSgA8N8iCI/AAAAAAAACXE/gPKR_Lyn-L8/s200/estate-la-watermelon-tearaway-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293031400092239906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Watermelon Cap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXSgAvsv9RI/AAAAAAAACW8/pW-t8Zr90tE/s1600-h/1397905022_1ab9ced06e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXSgAvsv9RI/AAAAAAAACW8/pW-t8Zr90tE/s200/1397905022_1ab9ced06e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293031396731778322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Watermelon Lip Balm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/12218589-7928633626407332340?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/7928633626407332340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=7928633626407332340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7928633626407332340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7928633626407332340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/craves-for-it.html' title='Craves for it!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXSRn_0CE1I/AAAAAAAACW0/8WU9Dh01C6o/s72-c/sendbinary.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-2879042332946729261</id><published>2009-01-18T04:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T05:27:58.752Z</updated><title type='text'>National Treasure? KL Treasure!</title><content type='html'>It started off with questions in our minds to decide where we wanted to be crazy for the day! We've gone through a list of things we have not done it before.  Things like Karaoke together, sunway lagoon or maybe ice skate together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original plan is to go pavilion for a movie or something.  Turns out we went to the LRT station by naturally completely forgotten plans like Karaoke together or ice skate.  We made it to HangTuah and we walked all the way to Timesquare just to get ourselves some ice cream! Then we seek to do something else than just the normal movies and makan-ing.  Instead, we thought of walking to Menara Kuala Lumpur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXKxDIgSpbI/AAAAAAAACV8/dvJzum4apXc/s1600-h/Image241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXKxDIgSpbI/AAAAAAAACV8/dvJzum4apXc/s320/Image241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292487179494401458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menara Kuala Lumpur, just right after we arrived up the hill.  Looking up towards the gigantic tall structure makes us think of its beauty.  At the counter stated the price of an adult which cost us RM38 to go up.  It is considered 'expensive' to us, students just to go up.  We gave up our very dream and headed down the hill.  We passed by some logged cantilevered balcony like, we sat there and talked non stop! The view of the trees in the city was just fantastic!  We just don't wanna leave the place but the weather does not permit us to do so...it was cloudy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We immediately left Menara Kuala Lumpur and while walking down the hill, I saw the brochure which has a little information of Telekom Museum in it.  I've always wanted to go to that museum.  Even for the juniors orientation! I wanted to bring them there.  We walked to the musuem and it was free admission!  It fun playing with the old antiques in the museum (I don't whether are we allowed to do so but we just touched EVERYTHING even those beyond the 'lines'). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished the tour in the museum (poorly maintained), we find ourselves near Masjid Jamek.  I've decided that we should go for the famous beef noodle in Masjid Jamek.  We walked there and had our 'early dinner'.  Since we're already in Masjid Jamek, we thought of heading to the chinese temple but I've forgotten where is the location of it. So we just walk to Chinatown for the 'Loh Hon Gor' and then we walked to LRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun journey discovering KL like so with a best friend, Audrey.  Though everything was a disaster at first but at the end, because we tried and it ended it beautifully!  Quite an adventure on a Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-2879042332946729261?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/2879042332946729261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=2879042332946729261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2879042332946729261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2879042332946729261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/national-treasure-kl-treasure.html' title='National Treasure? KL Treasure!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXKxDIgSpbI/AAAAAAAACV8/dvJzum4apXc/s72-c/Image241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-9021143303153673413</id><published>2009-01-17T12:24:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:42:50.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Needles!!</title><content type='html'>Nooooooooo!! Another trip to 'Spooning'! Woke up at 6 in the morning just for this spooning!  Went there and they remembered my name!! Calling me Jon here n there... Wow! They remembered!! I was shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile I arrived there, it's my turn! I went in and the doctor was shocked to see the improvements on me! Acnes all faded, Lungs got better but backache worsened... Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://acupunctureturningpoint.ca/ESW/Images/acupuncture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 138px;" src="http://acupunctureturningpoint.ca/ESW/Images/acupuncture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then started the acupuncture process.  He started to poke my face.  One by one.  Some wasn't painful but others are just like the cables feeling.  It hurts somehow but I still can take it.  Then his fingers reached towards under my jaw.  That part freaks me out a little and it still does!!  When he poked in the needle, I find myself GRINDING my teeth, knuckles all TIGHTLY held, legs were KICKING non stop! THAT PART IS FUCKING PAIN!! SERIOUS!  Then he moved to the other side of my face.  He started to poke a number of them as though no one's business.  There it came again! Another under jaw.  This time I really wanted to yell 'FUCK! FUCKING PAINFUL!' but no, I kept my etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, he moved his hand to my legs, and trying to find the veins.  I was shock to see that he does legs as well! There he found the vein and he poked in both.  Felt like a mosquito and he left me to sleep.  I fell asleep and later awaken by my granddad's loud voice talking about some Japan Bullet train and coal fueled train and then some planes and traveling.. He is doing his spooning next cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cosmosmagazine.com/files/imagecache/news/files/20070925_acupuncture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 260px;" src="http://www.cosmosmagazine.com/files/imagecache/news/files/20070925_acupuncture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD! THIS TIME! MY LEGS HURTS!!! You can feel that it's like a hospital blood packs being poked by a needle but the blood are trying to gush out!  I was in suffer! I can't sleep! It's plain torture! Then he came in and started to retrieve the needles.  God! I feel that god has answered my prayers!  It was a relief.  I asked the doctor why it's painful on my legs.  He said it's my stomach.  AH~~ Help! My stomach.... No idea... Then he spooned my back and my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me some medicine to consume like the last.  It actually improves mineral absorption in my stomach as told. He said I've gotten fatter! Now, that's in my worries list now.  I never gotten fat! No more eating like no one's business! Maybe it's because of the medicine.  Ah!! Nevermind then, it's for my own good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Anyone interested, do leave a message in the Cbox, I can provide you the contacts.  It's in Selayang and I think it cost about RM100 per session/day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JonJon signing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-9021143303153673413?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/9021143303153673413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=9021143303153673413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/9021143303153673413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/9021143303153673413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/needles.html' title='Needles!!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-6127907453340290455</id><published>2009-01-16T12:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:23:35.546Z</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Little Secrets yaw~</title><content type='html'>A day with my promise.  Headed to Edmund's house for? To help on his room spring cleaning...  Cleaning?? I would love to help when it comes to cleaning! Why? You would get to understand and know that person better.  By going through the things, the clothes and the stories about everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;, to clean a room! Select an area to work with! (Do not start with wardrobe or anything to do with clothes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt;, Bring out everything from the cupboard/some area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third&lt;/span&gt;, Wipe off the dust on the area and the items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fourth&lt;/span&gt;, Go through everything! Select what needs to be thrown/discard and what need to be kept.  Play with "need" and "want".  Remember, think of the future will you be using it even if you kept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fifth&lt;/span&gt;, Stack back those that are to be kept and throw away the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sixth&lt;/span&gt;, Move to second area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Notice&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1) Open windows, keep your room ventilated. (Not air-cond if could)&lt;br /&gt;2) Remember to wear a mask! (Great for your breathing system)&lt;br /&gt;3) Prepare wet cloth, tissues, garbage bag, vacuum...etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the whole cleaning process went well but it took some time to clean up.  Edmund was disgusted by the 'dried rubber bands'.  It looked like some worms but it's not.  It's all gone case rubberbands that are unusable anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only cleaned a cupboard and the dust actually made me suffer flu! Be grateful brother! I wanted to move on to his wardrobe but he was exhausted to move on! Bwaha ha...I could have done it! Cz it's too messy...but nah, gave him a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmund! Next is my room!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-6127907453340290455?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/6127907453340290455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=6127907453340290455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6127907453340290455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6127907453340290455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/dirty-little-secrets-yaw.html' title='Dirty Little Secrets yaw~'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-9148790777235848757</id><published>2009-01-15T13:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:24:33.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Awww...Roman!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXCibdRDWdI/AAAAAAAACVE/zrBv1Fmc57Q/s320/n531432628_2370447_2294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291908154756651474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww, dear boy Roman is 20 now!! It's been a year.  My buddy, Jacqueline's friend.  I was being invited to his 20th birthday celebration~ Glad he did! If he did not, WHEN will I know he had moved 5 months before?  Buddy not letting me know he had moved.... Haha Thank god he called or else I could have gotten to his old place.  Him instructing the directions helped me just a little and I thank google for their google map invention which lead me there via my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would say I'm one of the lonely aliens there as usual.  Maybe I'm turning into an introvert... Dang! Not my nature.  Just as I sat down while to have my light meal, seems that Triff (a friend) is just sitting next to me talking to Thanin(Roman's ex-classmate).  They were talking about travelling in Cambodia n Laos.  Too bad, I've not been to Cambodia so I just kept myself busy with my food.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXCibsFwrtI/AAAAAAAACVU/GXo2IozANUI/s320/n1265938337_30271868_2365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291908158735822546" border="0" /&gt;When both Triff and Thanin were done with their conversation, Triff just kept silent and stared at me.  I looked up at him and asked him 'Hows your studies?'.  Triff returned a shocking 'My studies? like how you know about me studying' kinda face.  Then I hinted him, ' Well, remember? Facebook? Roman introduced you like last last last last week?'.  He immediately responded ' OH!!! JON!! NO WONDER YOU LOOKED LIKE SOMEONE I KNOW!!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, we talked non-stop cz seems that we're both the only ones who we know from everyone in the whole party (means I only know Triff and vice versa).  It was all about architecture, architecture, architecture and architecture! Then we moved to studios and studios and overnights and structures and panjat dinding UIA due to curfew and PAM camp and his sexy hot pink graphic design for the banner in PAM camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* commercial break, Triff is an Interior Architecture student in UIA, a sempai, a senior*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXCib2KfUJI/AAAAAAAACVc/D-McMVc2CdM/s320/n1265938337_30271869_2586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291908161440010386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then came along Thanin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXCibnbESGI/AAAAAAAACVM/KAMTEvdgQ6s/s320/n531432628_2370494_4259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291908157483010146" border="0" /&gt;Then came in the sexay + drunk girls~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-decoration: underline; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXCib_bIqQI/AAAAAAAACVk/3U2LU16KXCQ/s320/n1265938337_30271874_3660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291908163925747970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are the presents and yeah, I think you know which is from moi, Jonathan-san~ Everyone gave perfect good presents which I could have gotten those too! Why didn't I? No idea man.  Just thought that maybe giving an art piece to decorate their room might look nice?  Well! That piece does have meaning to him if he knows what is it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was disappointed to hear when he first saw it and said 'I could do this too!' (maybe he thought I bought it or something...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXClDd1K_1I/AAAAAAAACV0/l-OFyxo6x_g/s320/Image236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291911041126170450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, when I thought of a present for him.  Immediately I wanted to produce an A4 piece canvas with my colorful dripping dots from the second floor to the first floor.  Seems like all the way to Wins to get it turns out a 'no stock' from the auntie.  Ended up getting the usual smaller size one.  Dripping dots to me would look like history steps or something that floats in my head, a human like figure with blood dripping off his fingers while continue-ing on his journey. Anyways, the most basic interpretation of colors, I wanted to express 'a journey of 20 years' It is colorful and wish it could continue on his future plain white canvas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While producing this piece, it took me HOURS due to reasons of color selection in orders and to do by layers. In other words, to let it dry for layers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXClC2KY__I/AAAAAAAACVs/TCshUL7bchU/s320/Image235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291911030477750258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While waiting for those layers to dry, I decided to produce another piece.  It's a random 'action', just took up another canvas and started to stare on it.  I've decided to do the same of what I did on the juniors intake orientation. Spreading strips of colors and twisting everything in all four directions! Oops.. Why didn't I thought of all eight directions?? Overall, it resulted in something I did not expected.  A great amount of green appeared! Not bad?  Calm (Blue) + Happiness (Yellow) = Something....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ended up presenting him both pieces.   Am happy and glad to see that he place it on top of his bed frame.  I think Thanin expects the party to be happy, wild, crazy and DRUNK! So he basically managed to 'convinced' us to drink with a selection of Liquor, Wine and MANY Beer! Malaysia made vodka is STRONG! I had alittle and it gushed up to my brain few minutes later! As usual causing me blush 100% with a tomato head.  Most of us are drunk, in Roman's room... doing idiotic stuff, stupid stuff, crazy stuff, and back to idiotic stuff.   I forgotten that I'm driving too! Thank god I went back to sober and normal an hour later. Or else, I think I need to over night! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Best of luck for your paper and Happy Birthday Roman! Happy 20!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/12218589-9148790777235848757?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/9148790777235848757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=9148790777235848757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/9148790777235848757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/9148790777235848757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/awww.html' title='Awww...Roman!~'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SXCibdRDWdI/AAAAAAAACVE/zrBv1Fmc57Q/s72-c/n531432628_2370447_2294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-7769352828537552027</id><published>2009-01-13T19:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:50:03.132Z</updated><title type='text'>Technology &amp; Library?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images-cdn01.associatedcontent.com/image/A2313/231369/300_231369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 162px;" src="http://images-cdn01.associatedcontent.com/image/A2313/231369/300_231369.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Cash notes.  How I wish I have unlimited supply of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned a lesson today.  NEVER EVER TRUST TECHNOLOGY!  Yes, technology does give us support, convenient for us and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Friggin Tan Sri Loy Hean Heong Library!  We were educated in the library workshop in July'07 and for the first time, I actually used the Iportal book renewal system due to overseas unable to return books.  I renewed all three of my Building services books via Iportal, volume I, II &amp;amp; III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning from Shanghai, I immediately return the book as it's due on the 26th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I tried to borrow 5 books from that friggin library and it rejects my student ID and saying I got penaltied for RM27!! Any penalties over RM5, account will be barred till fines are cleared. I expect the charges might be around RM10 + due to late renewal and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the system stated  that my Building Services volume I did not 'renew'.  I find it shocking cz I had it arranged in order from volume I to III when I was renewing it online.  It stated to me that it is successful and new due date is on 26th December 2008.  Now? The system shows I did not renew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common sense and logical thinking! Why wouldn't I renew Volume I and continue get fine while I renewed my volume II &amp;amp; III?  They're friggin not making any senses at all! Too oblige towards what is there is the system.  I went to talk to the library authorities in the office, she insisted that I must be fined! She said Workshops always told students to beware of the renewal system.  I told her that our workshop did not inform us anything regarding about the system going faulty!  Even they know faulty might happen, why wouldn't they fix that bloddy faulty system??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, she says she will pass it to her colleague to investigate! Dang it! My chances are slim as I assume... Wish me luck then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-7769352828537552027?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/7769352828537552027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=7769352828537552027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7769352828537552027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7769352828537552027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/technology-library.html' title='Technology &amp; Library?'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-3318318830053206808</id><published>2009-01-12T17:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:50:11.169Z</updated><title type='text'>What happened to...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gophila.com/assets/dmt/images/PhilaOrchestra-SteveSherman_u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.gophila.com/assets/dmt/images/PhilaOrchestra-SteveSherman_u.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly forgotten and lose my interest in Classical music and orchestra pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://atalude.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/nodame_special_lesson_one-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 207px;" src="http://atalude.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/nodame_special_lesson_one-18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Nodame, I nearly forgotten how to enjoy music.   Nodame Cantabile, it was first introduced by Pamelyn.  Back in those days, it was just an anime.  During that period, I was sick of waiting and loading up the anime on video internet streaming.  She tried to force me for it while after I had heard of the remake of Nodame into drama.  Pamelyn insist on watching the anime first before watching the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Pam! I just finished watching Nodame Cantabile, Japanese drama. I now finally understands why I like the drama compared to the anime.  It is very much resembling the anime into the drama but it seems that even anime effects like violent beatings and tossing human body is also in practise in this drama.  It shows that Wow! reality! than 2Ds...  Not just so, the actors are really darn good on expressing their emotion which works great with the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall do the less talking and let you do the watching eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I miss Orchestra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-3318318830053206808?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/3318318830053206808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=3318318830053206808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3318318830053206808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3318318830053206808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-happened-to.html' title='What happened to...?'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-5187514593731851248</id><published>2009-01-12T14:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:50:46.646Z</updated><title type='text'>It's 2009 for sure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://colorcubic.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/2009-print-preview-blog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 411px;" src="http://colorcubic.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/2009-print-preview-blog.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year I did not see it coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, two years later, I'm now a semester 4 student! Those days where I was in semester 1 looking up at those seniors gor gor and jie jie.  Now it's my turn to be those freaky anti social scary frightening gor gor.  Ha Ha My bad.  I'm nice and kind just like the joker who slices peoples mouth to make them smile. Muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first post on 2009.  Happy New Year people and I noticed that it's quite late to say so.  As we speak of new year, surely there will be resolutions.  I doubt there is any this year.  I remember me and Audrey sitting in the living room writting down our 2008 resolution.  We made an oath to keep each other's resolution till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I think I misplaced it somewhere...I remember clearly that I kept it in the 'box' or maybe I did not bring home? My mistake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Audrey, I actually accomplished most of my 2008 resolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel - Checked!&lt;br /&gt;Laptop - Checked!&lt;br /&gt;Cellphone - Checked!&lt;br /&gt;Studies - So-So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Jacqueline's blog, reminds me about 2009 resolution.  Nope, non for this year or maybe doing it later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not done blogging for sometime! God! What happened to me being happy writing blogs everyday? With my policy of everyday postings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, New beginning, Past shall be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast being happy on the first day of 2009 did satisfied myself.  For once, I've not to think about 'Love' and 'Relationships', not being the 'love guru' untill when it's emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading alot of blogs today reminded me that how much I have left out?  This is a serious thing for me to think about and to be guilty about! I loved blogging but what happened to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake now and I'm back for sure this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-5187514593731851248?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/5187514593731851248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=5187514593731851248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5187514593731851248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5187514593731851248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-2009-for-sure.html' title='It&apos;s 2009 for sure!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-194145843482838379</id><published>2008-12-29T10:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:29:25.732Z</updated><title type='text'>FUN and Pain!</title><content type='html'>That day I woke up quite early, as the matter of fact it is very early! We talked well on the phone night before and I end up being so excited! Maybe that is why I woke up so early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove all the way to Selayang to meet up at his place and I end up lost a few times! Seems like its around summit area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found the place, went in and took off my shoes! This place surely shocks me! So many curtains and beds. People shouting next cubicle. That surely excites me! Well, it sounded fun! I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in one of the curtain, there's a bed and the guy I spoke to last night is sitting there waiting for me. He smiled at me and greeted me, 'You're here? Okay, let's get it started! Take off your clothes and lie down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened and obeyed! Quickly I took off my clothes feeling so excited and l layed down on the bed. When he turn around saw me naked, let out 'Wah! Teenagers now adays!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Nice! I felt good while people next door shouting and yelling in pleasure. I just kept quiet as I shy after 30minutes, he said 'Done! Turn around! I want to do front!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I obeyed as he did front, I felt ticklish and laughed abit. He ignored me and continue. Towards the end of 1 hour, it was one hell of pain! I dare not scream for pain, so i just grind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted after that.  Went home and have an afternoon nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for spooning. What's Spooning? In Mandarin, gua sha! It is said to scrape off disease from the skin..etc I heard my sis telling me that it's one hell of a pain to do it. But to me nope, its comfortable and nice! Whats the end of an hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acupuncture! That is one shit of a pain! People said it's not painful but why am I feeling the pain? Shit man! Let me describe as follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes as he started to poke one on my sideburn. It is like a mosquito bite at first. He pokes it in deeper and lock it there! That is one hell of a needle! Then he pokes another two next to it. Then one or two on my forehead then one on my freaking face! This is a different case. As he pokes it in my face, it's like poking it through a soft surface like pig skin then you feel like going through a to-fu. This you seriously might feel it! Underneath the tofu there are a lot of cables and imagine a needle poke it on the cables and lock it there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT HURTS ALOT!!! not just so, he did it on my other side of face. To end it! He pokes 2 antennas on my head! Dang! He freaking left me frozen there as though he is walking out from the cold storage and you cannot move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returned in 10-20 minutes later and as he pull out all needles in flash move, the blood started to flow out from all needle spots on my head!! He started to use tissue to wipe it off. I freaked out and ask why blood? He said is to release blood....(Donno la...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kind of experience that day... at the end? He scolded me, You're lacking of sleep, simply eat food, fried and spicy...etc I gave him a 'what the..' look as I stopped and controlled my diet for almost 2 weeks now...He replied, 2 weeks is not enough! Continue it!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im speechless and he wants to see me again soon...D.I.E....send me a R.I.P...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-194145843482838379?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/194145843482838379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=194145843482838379&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/194145843482838379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/194145843482838379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-and-pain.html' title='FUN and Pain!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-4701691085589922240</id><published>2008-11-19T03:42:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:09:46.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Bunch of Buffoonic Archers!</title><content type='html'>Just came back from so called 're-union' with Taskin and 'long gone disappeared' Carmen Lin.  As previous post, juniors request for help, to teach and to coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.centenaryarchers.gil.com.au/images/clicker.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 140px;" src="http://www.centenaryarchers.gil.com.au/images/clicker.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Figure 1.1 : Clicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We're exactly like barbarians, arrived and to play with everything! Yes, everything is bad in condition.  The tool box I used to clean and to arrange, it's now a box filled with MANY useless things in it. I wonder why is 'used to be my bow's target aim in it? Don't they need it on the bow where they're actually using now?  Nothing else that is useful in the box except the extra clicker(fig 1.1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.archery.org.au/lib/images/content/vanes%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 63px;" src="http://www.archery.org.au/lib/images/content/vanes%205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Figure 1.2 : Fletches (aka Feather)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite sad to see everything.  Noticed some of them shooting arrows without fletches(fig 1.2).  All I can say is 'CHUN!' Hit bulls eye also no use! For sure! Without fletches the arrow can't fly well and everything won't be as accurate as it seems.  There are quite a number of arrows without nocks too! (fig 1.3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.archery.org.au/lib/images/content/nock%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 37px;" src="http://www.archery.org.au/lib/images/content/nock%205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Figure 1.3 : Nocks (Over nocks for Carbon arrows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even sad is they don't know the posture?!?  Just 'main' shoot only? What the? How to represent the school? Two more months till tournament and alot of work to do! Oh dear god... Disassembling the Bow is also another issue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.archery-ten-ring.co.uk/images/beginners_stringing_bow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.archery-ten-ring.co.uk/images/beginners_stringing_bow.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure 1.4 : Disassemble a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To disassemble a bow after use, you use a stringer.  Attach caps on both ends then by stepping on the stringer while pulling the bow upwards would tension the bow even more than the bow string. Hence it's easier to remove the bowstring from the bow as shown on figure 1.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their version : Four people manually push the bow downwards to perform the same effect, to add up the tension to the bow just to loosen the string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person to disassemble than four people! You decide! (bow stringer is there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher ordered them to pack up after we arrived shortly.  We were checking the arrow conditions one by one and the teacher was like 'Sponsor la!....etc..Sudah order!...Sponsor la!' Dang! I heard the word 'Sponsor' for alot of times already! God! What happened to student's monthly fee? Can't you buy equipment from those fund?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SSOWcOFdFsI/AAAAAAAACTM/Mcp00L821S4/s1600-h/DSC01015%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SSOWcOFdFsI/AAAAAAAACTM/Mcp00L821S4/s320/DSC01015%2801%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270221400515090114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Figure 1.5 : Teachers Playing Archery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After they've packed, the teacher told them to just leave one bow behind, and had his teacher friends around (males) waiting for chances to play with it! Dang! WHAT THE HELL?? (fig 1.5) So meaning you guys are the one destroying the bows n arrows?  Come on! Fletches is expensive! By the way, you're paid to teach not play!  You guys don't even know how to play archery in the right way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might check them out again tomorrow! Might...with the gang of course!&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/12218589-4701691085589922240?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/4701691085589922240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=4701691085589922240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/4701691085589922240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/4701691085589922240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/11/bunch-of-buffoonic-archers.html' title='Bunch of Buffoonic Archers!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SSOWcOFdFsI/AAAAAAAACTM/Mcp00L821S4/s72-c/DSC01015%2801%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-443506906703066454</id><published>2008-11-17T16:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:18:53.104Z</updated><title type='text'>Sweetness in coffee</title><content type='html'>"I'm outside your house now!" after phone rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You freaking serious?" while still gliding the mouse on the monitor screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! I'm really outside your house now!" sounds like a prank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah right!" still clicking on windows browsing through things with disbelief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come out now! I'm waiting here! Under the rain!" trying to convince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure?" Doubted... "Wait! I go check now! I don't believe you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see there's three pairs of shoes at the doorstep" another evidence trying to convince while reaching for the keys to open the door to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See! I told you I'm outside waiting! Now do you believe me?" that smart, proud, 'I told you so' face with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG! What are you doing here? You said you're heading for dinner few minutes ago?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, dinner with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person would be either traumatized/fainted or jumped for joy for such way of dinner invitation.  It's surely a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's were to me, I would LOVE to jumped up and down for it with a loud happy welcome but there's a glitch to it.  Living in such a discreet neighborhood, I would be forced to control myself and to act cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to shout out with joy, people around would peek through their window curtains to investigate and of course some lurking around would just stare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifs......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy and I am flattered...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-443506906703066454?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/443506906703066454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=443506906703066454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/443506906703066454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/443506906703066454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweetness-in-coffee.html' title='Sweetness in coffee'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-4223071887742989297</id><published>2008-11-17T15:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:19:19.091Z</updated><title type='text'>Back to school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/125/5223/640/Picture%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 283px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/125/5223/640/Picture%20072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Figure 1.1 Siok Cheng &amp;amp; Audrey (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A call woke me up on Friday noon.  I was being lazy and the ringtone happens to be annoying at the same time! It's Taskin.  She told me how bad the situation is in school now regarding the archery gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really sad to hear such things and when we left, we did make sure everything is in perfect condition and really hope they will take care of it.  Unfortunately after a few graduates, everything is now in bad condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juniors actually asked for help, to teach and to coach!  Since Taskin requested to go back together and to have a look at it, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers cross and hope I don't expect too much...Tell me it's not critical?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-4223071887742989297?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/4223071887742989297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=4223071887742989297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/4223071887742989297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/4223071887742989297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-3464994564342373248</id><published>2008-11-16T02:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T03:30:38.251Z</updated><title type='text'>Tabloids on Concerts! Read all about it!</title><content type='html'>Some has high profiles, some has low ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basically just like a grand concert stage. The high ones are on the stage being viewed and recognized from everyone below the stage while the low profile ones are the audience who came for the concert, 2 senses, to view and to listen. In other words, high profiles are on stage performing while low profiles watching and listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course when an audience went up the stage just by standing there would not make that person a high profile because standing there doing nothing would not attract people's attention! Unless people get interested to dig out everything about the 'new' one on stage otherwise it's just another ghostly figure being a 'tree' on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the concert is overflowing with audience and it's too impossible for the performers to know each and everyone below the stage. Which turned the audience into anonymous crowd of people. The performers became famous and to be known to everyone then gossips and everything starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't define entirely that whereby a performer wouldn't know a single audience too! Maybe some of the audiences are friends and family members or someone from their past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your friend were in a concert while bumping into another friend who knows someone performing on stage or maybe not just someone? More than that? No matter what, it will still trace back to you which who relates to who. The concert can be long lasting if could but the question is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the audience be bored of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some low profiles are not audience because they don't attend concerts instead they have other interest which made them not an 'audience' to the concert. Unless they hold their own concert and have their own audiences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Occasionally, I do attend concerts but I'm just another anonymous audience and I do acknowledge the performers art work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the concert started to be boring? Maybe the performer sucks at performing? Maybe they don't have what it takes to be on stage? Maybe they are not meant to be there but still insist on being a thick face to go up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, If you don't want to be a performer then don't perform! Don't go up the stage and perform and tell people I don't like to be a performer. If you don't perform, people will not even notice you. Unless you like to perform on stage then you have to acknowledge what ever consequences up ahead even if you don't like it! That is the reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wow, at first I wanted to portray whoever performer you start to know, other performers can still be traced back to you. I think I don't know how to explain that.. But now, it's summarized in another meaning...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too emotionally attached to the situation...^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Hope you understand the statement I have made...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-3464994564342373248?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/3464994564342373248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=3464994564342373248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3464994564342373248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3464994564342373248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-i-one.html' title='Tabloids on Concerts! Read all about it!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-4836882523622565473</id><published>2008-11-14T16:09:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:51:40.015Z</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2336/2522010720_b360cf5e4e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2336/2522010720_b360cf5e4e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The sky started to down pour droplets of water,&lt;br /&gt;As expected somehow,&lt;br /&gt;To run as fast as could to avoid getting wet.&lt;br /&gt;End up wet anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the car,&lt;br /&gt;Lying down to the lowered seat while staring upwards.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the droplets of rain hitting the wind screen,&lt;br /&gt;Staring at how the droplets hitting onto the wind screen,&lt;br /&gt;While tasting and sniffing the humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite an evening.&lt;br /&gt;Being quiet and alone,&lt;br /&gt;relax and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing and observing the exhale of breath,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to notice the tiny bits of details.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of Joy, Laughter, Sadness and Proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.davrodigital.co.uk/tutorials/snow-thumbnails/snow-scene.original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 173px;" src="http://www.davrodigital.co.uk/tutorials/snow-thumbnails/snow-scene.original.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to go for Winter Collection shopping today! Ended up waiting for 2 hours!  Went to Gardens to get them and bought only 1 which is the winter jacket.  I wish to be Zara instead and suggestions to Marks and Spencers too! Not bad for their fleece sleeves and leather jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis finally got her Vaio from Sonystyle KLCC.  My old working place.  Another round of buying things from that place.  The whole scenario is quite scary, lack of staff and no manager.  Seriously it's chaotic but I bet when the chief returns, everything would be back to normal I guess? Under her lead, I bet its quite ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, another round of free Starbucks! This time is from Sis! Thanks for the Chocolate Cream Chip Frap! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I actually understands what they are trying to sell and me standing on both the customer and worker's shoe.  Hard for them to work and hard for me to choose.  It's best not to know too much of procedures or it would burry you alive when you buy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-4836882523622565473?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/4836882523622565473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=4836882523622565473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/4836882523622565473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/4836882523622565473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/11/raindrops-keep-falling-on-my-head.html' title='Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head~'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2336/2522010720_b360cf5e4e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-8691599796207505804</id><published>2008-11-13T09:40:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:52:21.819Z</updated><title type='text'>Queen of my heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRv9qa_8JBI/AAAAAAAACTE/cYM339aCVf8/s1600-h/222653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRv9qa_8JBI/AAAAAAAACTE/cYM339aCVf8/s320/222653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268083094383764498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally crazy for this Malaysian born female chinese singer!  Jasmine/Fish Leong,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 梁静茹.  I dare to declare her the Queen of all mandarin love songs.  Well not just my statement, alot out there do think so too~!  It all started from my mom, a crazy fan for her songs though I once heard it during my high school years.  She started to buy and buy all her CD's and concert DVD's&lt;/span&gt;.  Whenever I'm in a mood, a typical mood,  I would choose her!  She first started her career in Malaysia and all you Malaysians out there clearly knows that it won't work in Malaysian market back then.  So she went to Taiwan to further her career.  All we can see now is she's doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice wins hearts of many people. Sweet and stable. She just released her album recently and it is still up to my standard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never watched her videos due to lack of TV times and the chances of broadcasting mandarin music videos on local television networks and Astro is included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Nuan Nuan, 暖暖. Not so new song, just found it on Youtube, it's really sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dp2yBmRualw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dp2yBmRualw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Chong Bai, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;崇拜.  A new song from her latest album.  Still loving her video 'cz' this has Church on the water by Tadao Ando in it! Her video is well delivered too! I rate it 10 out of 10 excluding the 'crow' part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jYt1DmL0sRo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jYt1DmL0sRo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-8691599796207505804?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/8691599796207505804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=8691599796207505804&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8691599796207505804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8691599796207505804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/11/queen-of-my-heart.html' title='Queen of my heart...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRv9qa_8JBI/AAAAAAAACTE/cYM339aCVf8/s72-c/222653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-2858823342256013810</id><published>2008-11-12T14:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:11:34.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Bahasa Melayu??!?!</title><content type='html'>What's my misery? My studio house.  I've been trying to search for a new form and to further develop! Seems like it's always stuck! Ended up renovating the current one and after seeing our dear Ar. Fadzwin, I am certain of my design and to continue with what I've started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I talked to her instead of Lecturer Hong who really didn't help much than to just give you the 'I'm expecting more' type of face and it's discouraging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alot better after the two days of struggle with my house design and now, I shall work towards that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was forced to wake up early yesterday just to fetch sis to school.  Oh okok! It's voluntarily done! Anyways, I didn't regret much because of Hitz.fm really made my morning till I don't want to get off the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first day of SPM with Bahasa Melayu as the first paper.  Hitz.fm crew decided to theme it Bahasa Melayu for the day!  If you were listening to it, I bet you would agree with me that is really funny for the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bagi saya 'chan chan la~'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sekarang kita main...er how do you say edition?....ah! Edisi special*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ya, Tidak, Umm, Ahh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oleh kerana hari ini adalah paper Bahasa Melayu, Kami akan bertutur dalam Bahasa Melayu yang salah!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously laughing all out loud.  Well it was funny! Bet 'I come in peace' dorky geeks would laugh too eventhough some of them believe in alien existance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing much for the day as I felt lazy and getting lazy! Arh! Where and how to dispose the fats then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://991.com/newGallery/Leona-Lewis-Spirit-418534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 282px;" src="http://991.com/newGallery/Leona-Lewis-Spirit-418534.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leona Lewis! When was the last time you see her on Live International telecast?  The last I saw her was the China Closing Olympics ceremony and I liked her performance!  It's really amazing to see her being so lucky! She is! A new singer coming out to the charts not too long and to perform on a closing ceremony for the Olympics? That's really an achievement! While with the title 'representing' London.  That's something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her story is quite sad to hear about where she was kicked out from a group singers called...erm..nevermind! What I'm trying to say is, AHA! In your faces BITCHES! That's for kicking her out! Who's in the success line now? International wise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, with her famous tracks which one of it 'Bleeding Love' written by Jesse McCartney and 'Better In Time'.  Now 'Forgive Me'?  I listened to her album 'Spirit' and it is good! Worth the money!  As for the current chart popping song 'Forgive Me', try to listen to the harmonica section during the chorus part.  I find it easing and calming! Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-2858823342256013810?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/2858823342256013810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=2858823342256013810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2858823342256013810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2858823342256013810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/11/misery.html' title='Bahasa Melayu??!?!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-629275805444816310</id><published>2008-11-10T12:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:32:06.877Z</updated><title type='text'>Hot....Cold....n?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRhC4cLVrII/AAAAAAAACSI/F19pGY5ir9Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRhC4cLVrII/AAAAAAAACSI/F19pGY5ir9Y/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267033301613653122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something caught me! Shen wanted to talk about someone hot. and while MS wanted to talk about cold weather.  Me? I just wanted to talk about Hot n Cold by Katy Perry! (Please be informed that all these are done by coincidental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to work out my model during the noon and Katy Perry totally strike me hard!  Here goes the lyrics and it made my mood to 'annoyed' of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl changes clothes&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you PMS like a bitch&lt;br /&gt;I would know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're hot then you're cold&lt;br /&gt;You're yes then you're no&lt;br /&gt;You're in and you're out&lt;br /&gt;You're up and you're down&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong when it's right&lt;br /&gt;It's black and it's white&lt;br /&gt;We fight, we break up&lt;br /&gt;We kiss, we make up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you don't really wanna stay, no&lt;br /&gt;You, but you don't really wanna go, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're the person I want you to hear it, I hope you really do get the message from the song lyric!  I really do mean it and I realize I got annoyed of everything! (I really hope you know it's you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-629275805444816310?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/629275805444816310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=629275805444816310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/629275805444816310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/629275805444816310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/11/hotcoldn.html' title='Hot....Cold....n?'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRhC4cLVrII/AAAAAAAACSI/F19pGY5ir9Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-2274575619308165011</id><published>2008-11-10T03:15:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T03:53:00.921Z</updated><title type='text'>Glimpse of an eye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRepQFpiRKI/AAAAAAAACRg/MkRYRECEk8E/s1600-h/DSC+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRepQFpiRKI/AAAAAAAACRg/MkRYRECEk8E/s320/DSC+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266864383092475042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked familiar? Yep, It's my necklace.  The necklace you always see me wearing it.  Finally I got it back after 2 weeks! For the first time I missed it! I really do! Never had 'miss' feelings on things before and yes, it's really the first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ring has been with me for a total of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt; years.  It has been with me every time I go out. Rarely forgotten to wear it.  I just do so and it became a routine! Must not leave home without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ring is now rusty in some parts of it.  Some edges are scrapped off....etc Overall it's still okay, but the color of the scrapped off parts can be seen obviously. A different tone between the 'scrapped' and the 'un-scrapped'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something strucked me on my birthday.  Audrey said she wanted to get me a new necklace to replace this.  A doubtful thought appears whether should I just drop it and change another? Or should I stick to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy couldn't suggest me much because he said it's precious and continue with the years! But judging the condition of it, maybe I really do need to change it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SResdAVCDsI/AAAAAAAACRo/A4A05NWs39k/s1600-h/DSC+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SResdAVCDsI/AAAAAAAACRo/A4A05NWs39k/s320/DSC+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266867903537483458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Father Justin, I've committed a sin.  I've stolen someone's ring with that person's acknowledgment! Haha! Well, it's a suggestion for me to change the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SResdasoB3I/AAAAAAAACRw/n991XSbiAHc/s1600-h/DSC+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SResdasoB3I/AAAAAAAACRw/n991XSbiAHc/s320/DSC+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266867910615762802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should I? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SResd-WWPmI/AAAAAAAACR4/ORPTb9V-9Ms/s1600-h/DSC+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SResd-WWPmI/AAAAAAAACR4/ORPTb9V-9Ms/s320/DSC+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266867920185998946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it does looked good on picture I have to admit.  Arh! Should I really abandon that 4 years old ring of mine and replace with someone's? or Should I just continue the years?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="TWIIGSPOLL"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.twiigs.com/poll.js?pid=20198&amp;amp;color=green"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;div class="TWIIGSPOLLpolllink" style="border-style: none; margin: 10px 0pt 0pt; padding: 0pt; overflow: hidden; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; clear: none; display: block; float: none; position: static; visibility: visible; height: auto; line-height: normal; width: auto; outline-style: none; clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); vertical-align: baseline; z-index: auto; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: right; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0pt; text-shadow: none; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: normal;"&gt; &lt;a class="TWIIGSPOLLmorelink" href="http://www.twiigs.com/" style="border-style: none; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; overflow: hidden; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; clear: none; display: inline; float: none; position: static; visibility: visible; height: auto; line-height: normal; width: auto; outline-style: none; clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); vertical-align: baseline; z-index: auto; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-shadow: none; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/a&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/12218589-2274575619308165011?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/2274575619308165011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=2274575619308165011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2274575619308165011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2274575619308165011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/11/glimpse-of-eye.html' title='Glimpse of an eye...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRepQFpiRKI/AAAAAAAACRg/MkRYRECEk8E/s72-c/DSC+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-8082867441078130276</id><published>2008-11-09T14:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:24:15.360Z</updated><title type='text'>It's All About Movies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It's complicated...  It started with news of 'Lets go watch Double-O-7!'  Immediately responded 'Lets go!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite foolish you see. I have Building Construction II research paper to hand in the next day while this promised event happened since last week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;As you learn that I had troubles looking for sites. Ended up analyzing all monorail stations. It was quite cool about how the roof is and to actually think how they make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRcQIz6A-uI/AAAAAAAACRQ/tzyfLYXrNKw/s1600-h/qos_teaser2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRcQIz6A-uI/AAAAAAAACRQ/tzyfLYXrNKw/s320/qos_teaser2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266696032791624418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After compiling, I took a break off to Quantum Of Solace.    I still prefer the first instead this though I'm not a fan nor looking forward with any intention to watch it.  It was the premiere and I got invited to attend it.  So why not? It's free! The movie was quite disappointing for me. The cameramen and all the angles created the whole disaster! But overall the story line was okay, not bad. and I got inspired for my House assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YES! I handed in my research paper in time with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7th November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another round of free movie! This time it's horror! I've warned saying I might destroy the show and the mood. I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's The Coffin! Karen Mok is the main character, in a Thai Horror Movie!! What is it about? For you to figure out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRcQIcYLArI/AAAAAAAACRA/4sHZ3I320Jg/s1600-h/coffinint1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRcQIcYLArI/AAAAAAAACRA/4sHZ3I320Jg/s320/coffinint1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266696026475659954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRcQNfjFvcI/AAAAAAAACRY/EmZeddnM9AE/s1600-h/The-Coffin-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRcQNfjFvcI/AAAAAAAACRY/EmZeddnM9AE/s320/The-Coffin-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266696113226104258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disaster?  I laughed non-stop! They were so into the mood of horror and I destroyed it with all my laughters.  Sad eh? I don't know! Just can't hold on to it! It's funny! My point of view for horror movie is funny! I don't know why.  I just do! Sorry people! If you want to watch horror movies with me? I think you should pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9th November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRcQIHq6tEI/AAAAAAAACQ4/wugRXgH-62c/s1600-h/250px-10promisestomydog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRcQIHq6tEI/AAAAAAAACQ4/wugRXgH-62c/s320/250px-10promisestomydog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266696020917138498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRcQI2J2SZI/AAAAAAAACRI/OwKw7av4kY8/s1600-h/Inu_to_watashi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRcQI2J2SZI/AAAAAAAACRI/OwKw7av4kY8/s320/Inu_to_watashi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266696033394903442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRcQICiWrXI/AAAAAAAACQw/YzRbNwjgmRY/s1600-h/10kai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRcQICiWrXI/AAAAAAAACQw/YzRbNwjgmRY/s320/10kai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266696019539045746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally!  The day has come! Finally I watched it after sometime being released in cinema.  I first saw the trailer on a bus trip back home.  It was so tempting and I wanted to watch it straight away! But I kept dragging/delaying it till now for some reasons not to be exposed/explained.  I was right! It is a nice movie! It's worth watching it! Really worth the money to watch it!  The movie is called &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;犬と私の１０の約束&lt;/strong&gt; (Reads: inu to watashi no juu no yakusoku), 10 promises to my dog!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yes! It's a Japanese movie and my opnion towards japanese movies/ drama is they always create master pieces! Most of them strikes our hearts and grab them at their weakest point.  It simply just touches me badly.  Trust me, my tears was dripping droplets by droplets in the cinema. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not regret watching this movie among all movies in the past few months except Eagle Eye and I am truly happy for the japanese how they produce master pieces!  By the way, this is an International Film.  Meaning it's a representative from Japan among other japanese movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now? I just work on my assignment! The house assignment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JonJon signing off~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-8082867441078130276?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/8082867441078130276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=8082867441078130276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8082867441078130276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8082867441078130276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-all-about-movies.html' title='It&apos;s All About Movies!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SRcQIz6A-uI/AAAAAAAACRQ/tzyfLYXrNKw/s72-c/qos_teaser2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-947057733871425186</id><published>2008-10-30T05:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:49:52.174Z</updated><title type='text'>Boo! Mua Ha Ha Ha Ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQlNoEfRl1I/AAAAAAAACQQ/s5YviXVOgMs/s1600-h/The+Troika+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQlNoEfRl1I/AAAAAAAACQQ/s5YviXVOgMs/s320/The+Troika+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262822990354159442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Troika again! F*ck them! Total f*ckness! Well, I have been patient enough with them! At last he was forced to talk to me but it was total rudeness on the phone conversation! With pride and ego! Oh Dear... still can't believe they did that! Okay, He did it! Sigh... I'm now in the library trying all alternatives around.  RapidKL takes a week! Dang! That is too long.  Changing to monorail station.  Fingers cross people! Hope I get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://www.byron-bay.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/jackolantern.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31st October, Halloween Fest! I've been trying to tell myself, don't go clubbing! Assignments! (but it's a once a year event! Halloween clubbing night! Bet all clubs has this event) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School of Architecture, Building and Design decided to make over the 'another Halloween' nothing special mood + 'Like everyday life' = Halloween in College! It started off with messages passing in between Architecture students and classes. The plan is to dress up for Halloween and live your normal life! It sounds like a crazy prank and I am delighted to participate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened?  I wanted to have a black pair of wings and wear full black for the day! Unfortunately, as I've heard most people will be wearing the same idea.  At the end, all my ideas floats around! Bartender, Top Cat era, JonJon Von Count, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be a part of Von Count, I need a cloak, fake blood, black shirt and red tie.  Fangs? I owned them since birth! Went to a costume shop in Timesquare and the fake blood is in a toothpaste like container.  I can't imagine how am I gonna apply the blood as there are no directions of use as I really don't feel like staining my shirt and I don't want a cloak like superman/batman/superhero/dracula! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQ4SWn8V6TI/AAAAAAAACQo/KO_jwr8Phbw/s1600-h/Photo+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQ4SWn8V6TI/AAAAAAAACQo/KO_jwr8Phbw/s320/Photo+176.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264165194331187506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQ4SWT3CN8I/AAAAAAAACQg/1qsr3yYhjFA/s1600-h/Photo+166+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQ4SWT3CN8I/AAAAAAAACQg/1qsr3yYhjFA/s320/Photo+166+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264165188940216258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQ4SWabctzI/AAAAAAAACQY/MR5xFeKUUWo/s1600-h/Photo+121+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQ4SWabctzI/AAAAAAAACQY/MR5xFeKUUWo/s320/Photo+121+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264165190703560498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finalised idea would be towards Bartender/Top Cat era. Thanks Justin for your vest, everything became perfect! All is left, a walking stick! Karweng said I'm a hustler. Justin said I'm a Mafia.  See? The idea is everywhere! In conclusion, I should say "I am who you think I am!" That answers everything! Overall I had fun in someway by dressing so.  Not much gives you the stare in public but most in college! That's weird.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, I forgotten to bring a camera, so no pictures this round.  But you can check out my facebook for pictures (I've uploaded WinShen's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Halloween People!&lt;/div&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/12218589-947057733871425186?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/947057733871425186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=947057733871425186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/947057733871425186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/947057733871425186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/10/boo-mua-ha-ha-ha-ha.html' title='Boo! Mua Ha Ha Ha Ha'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQlNoEfRl1I/AAAAAAAACQQ/s5YviXVOgMs/s72-c/The+Troika+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-5331387256168755864</id><published>2008-10-28T10:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:55:46.698Z</updated><title type='text'>F-U-N?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQbqfP65aFI/AAAAAAAACPg/YL7iYDTa4Mo/s1600-h/NC892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQbqfP65aFI/AAAAAAAACPg/YL7iYDTa4Mo/s320/NC892.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262151037199411282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen! Presenting you! The Troika! I dare say its quite an astonishing design by International Architect, Norman Fosters and Partners.  It is Russian! Well Troika in russian stands for 3 and I was wandering why it's called troika might because of some special meaning behind it. I sudden felt a chill... Well you expect the greatness of it but reality it's just something not that great! Maybe the cheapest unit, RM1.8 Million isn't that worthy as it seems&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know.  This Troika thingy has been driving me up the hill of madness! I went to the construction site, the other day in search of project manager on site.  They told me to go through the headquarters which I find it make sense in someway! Today (after the deepavali season where everyone starts to work), I contacted them.  Dang! Headquarters told me to contact the project manager on site.  Worst is still up ahead! I contacted the site, seems that the Project manager resigned!! Even worst, the person in charge is too busy to take my call! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah! This whole chaotic matter has been causing me to go insane!  After hours and hours of making phone calls, I started to be lazy! HELP!! I'm suppose to work on everything today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQbvGH_IGWI/AAAAAAAACPo/dMJ9j6x8ySY/s320/Sunwaylogo.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262156103131076962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something hopped in.  Fun! I want to have fun! Where is fun? Thats how Sunway Lagoon came in! Why Sunway Lagoon is categorized in fun? I have no idea.  I just felt like going Sunway Lagoon! Argh!! Yesterday went shopping with Gabriel! It was fun! Who says buying stuff you like it's not fun? But I still feel Sunway Lagoon! Why?......What is wrong with my thoughts? Can't I stay focus?&lt;/div&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/12218589-5331387256168755864?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/5331387256168755864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=5331387256168755864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5331387256168755864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5331387256168755864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/10/f-u-n.html' title='F-U-N?'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQbqfP65aFI/AAAAAAAACPg/YL7iYDTa4Mo/s72-c/NC892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-5088254799219103428</id><published>2008-10-27T07:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:13:30.611Z</updated><title type='text'>Vampire Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQV2ESFkbQI/AAAAAAAACPY/gqwm8o0nXpw/s1600-h/DSC+006+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQV2ESFkbQI/AAAAAAAACPY/gqwm8o0nXpw/s320/DSC+006+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261741555599043842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQV2EV7VU7I/AAAAAAAACPQ/sck6qJSVMW8/s1600-h/DSC+002+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQV2EV7VU7I/AAAAAAAACPQ/sck6qJSVMW8/s320/DSC+002+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261741556629853106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQV2EI3ypbI/AAAAAAAACPI/QkQrCkYgcb8/s1600-h/DSC+003+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQV2EI3ypbI/AAAAAAAACPI/QkQrCkYgcb8/s320/DSC+003+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261741553125336498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! It was a bloodbath! It still hurts till present.  What happened? No, it's not a suicidal mission! No, its not a cut from model making just because it's on a cutting board! My mind was wandering around and I picked up a crystal glass.  I slipped it, fell and shattered in pieces while a few fell with the impact sprung back at me.  I got a few bruises around and 2 serious injured cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood started to flow out from both hands and I freak out a little I have to admit because by judging the speed of the flow of blood gushing out from the fresh cut wounds. Reminds me of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pamie's&lt;/span&gt; cut where I'm once a witness! Hers was worst! It's like a little pocket from her hand/finger and the blood are filled up like a wine glass.  Exactly a wine glass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm doing fine now I guess?  It still hurts and my mind still wanders around! Someone wake me up from the misery I'm in! Tell my brain don't even try to go to those thoughts which wanders me around! I bet Edmund and Audrey knows what I'm thinking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-5088254799219103428?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/5088254799219103428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=5088254799219103428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5088254799219103428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5088254799219103428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/10/vampire-feast.html' title='Vampire Feast'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SQV2ESFkbQI/AAAAAAAACPY/gqwm8o0nXpw/s72-c/DSC+006+%28Large%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-3382922878945515141</id><published>2008-09-19T07:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:41:23.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SNNWhEwvZzI/AAAAAAAACOI/rJqczYMZMCY/s1600-h/Jon%27s+1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SNNWhEwvZzI/AAAAAAAACOI/rJqczYMZMCY/s320/Jon%27s+1182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247633117030606642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SNNWhu9eXFI/AAAAAAAACOQ/vly0-RYDanI/s320/Jon%27s+100+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247633128358304850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of Spice Girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th September, a crucial day for the americans.  A bad tragedy.  A shocking event. No one expected it other than the only Osama Bin Laden. &lt;br /&gt;Same goes for me.  I didn't expect the day to turn out how it should.  Jacqueline leaving, my assignments undone, didn't study for Mid term.  Everything is crashing down! Thank god we did a last hour study when we're on the way to college in Jo's Car.  It happened that I can answer most of the questions and by luck, we're granted with extensions for the video.  All is left is Moral mid term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go for the 12.30 moral class instead of the usual 3.30 class.  As I went in, I explained to the lecturer.  He was shocked and told me that my paper is different from the current class.  I told him that it's alright (I had already gone through the questions with a friend from 12.30).  He smirked and said, alright.&lt;br /&gt;The questions are hard to tackle and I have not studied so...... I managed to crap 900 words for the first environmental question and the others are just so-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is....The time has come, I have to rush to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry guys.  The question has bugged me sometime, 'Friends or Assignment'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered 'Both' during that time.  After some thinking, yes I know I was wrong, I shouldn't acted that way. But I didn't want to miss seeing my 6 years best friend for the last moment! The last time I saw is when we went out for breakfast which is last 2 weeks.  I wanted to see her at least the last few days but assignment came which is to overnight at Jo's place.&lt;br /&gt;Another question 'It's not that she won't come back?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not know this question. She might or she might not.  I thought she will.  Audrey told me the possibilities, I come to think of it, Yes big chances she might not.  Will you Jacq?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving the news that the parents are migrating to US/UK and by judging what is attaching her to come back where by the parents are moving? Not just that, let's take a look at the airplane ticket price from Malaysia and UK?&lt;br /&gt;I also imagined that one day, I'll be in Australia or the States, she'll be in Newcastle!  It won't be how it used to be.  Walking distance to her house.  Seeing each other is easy.  Going through each of your grow old stage, it's time to realise she won't be there frankly speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, other friends, I can sacrifice for my assignments but Jacqueline Wong?  It's hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all of us actually flooded the whole Kisho Kurokawa's Malay style pitched roofs and palm trees replica, KLIA. Forest Airport.  Going there not just to say goodbye but having the whole memory lane flashes through, you realised that she is a friend that you really treasure. A silent friend, just like my comic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SNNWgiL78EI/AAAAAAAACOA/IWgTWlVIe5U/s320/Jon%27s+007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247633107749433410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The back shadow that I will not forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The same when she walked towards her flight gate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were watching her all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the last wave of Goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I'm getting teary already...Signing off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/12218589-3382922878945515141?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/3382922878945515141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=3382922878945515141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3382922878945515141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/3382922878945515141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye-my-friend.html' title='Goodbye My Friend'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SNNWhEwvZzI/AAAAAAAACOI/rJqczYMZMCY/s72-c/Jon%27s+1182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-2279113933465877952</id><published>2008-09-06T17:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:26:10.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stand Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SMQKYSii_xI/AAAAAAAACNg/NvwmjL1CQ6w/s1600-h/Standupcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SMQKYSii_xI/AAAAAAAACNg/NvwmjL1CQ6w/s320/Standupcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243327278575976210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I found online.  This what I'm crazy for at the moment.  A song from Mariah Carey, Beyonce, Mary J Blige, Rihanna, Fergie, Sheryl Crow, Natasha Bedingfield, Leona Lewis, Miley Cyrus, Carrie Underwood, Keysia Cole, Ciara and etc.  Just Stand Up.  It is collaborated with Stand Up to Cancer which will benefit from the proceeds of the single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this part.  It reminds me alot of things! I wish it does for you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I’m tellin’ you that&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, dust it off, don’t let up&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know you can go be your own miracle&lt;br /&gt;You need to know&lt;br /&gt;If the mind keeps thinking you’ve had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart keeps telling you don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;questioning, wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;THROUGH IT ALL, JUST STAND UP! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone actually commented on Mariah Carey's verse is short and she don't deserves it because she's the most successful singer among all.  Not to forget Beyonce's verse is longer(sings the most) .  All I can say is that it's a song dedicated to the cancer fundings.  As long as you contribute is already enough.  It is just like other 'all stars' songs.  Contribution is what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Although I don't like a particular singer in there which her voice sucks but yeah, the meaning is there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, A song I'm crazy for and it serves a good meaning in the lyrics too! (Rare situation where I pay attention on lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W3wo5CBgRQA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W3wo5CBgRQA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/Center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-2279113933465877952?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/2279113933465877952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=2279113933465877952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2279113933465877952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2279113933465877952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-stand-up.html' title='Just Stand Up'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SMQKYSii_xI/AAAAAAAACNg/NvwmjL1CQ6w/s72-c/Standupcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-6471192233289150774</id><published>2008-09-02T07:37:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:25:55.284+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bash?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SL86cBO7ecI/AAAAAAAACMw/Ixo8q_Ia2S4/s320/n658337852_1236566_4663.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241972744324348354" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was the official 20th year since I was born.  Everyone kept asking what am I planning to do for my birthday?  Clubbing? Throwing a party? Going out? Anything?  Exactly! Nothing!  I absolutely got no plans for my birthday.  Quote Audrey, Come on! It's 08.08.08! Perfect timing for your perfect 20 and which you get out from your Nine'teens' and get into Twen'ty'.  Yes! She don't have to remind me that! Being twenty, having a '2' infront of everything and yet that was the first thing comes into my mind on 2008 new years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The whole week before the actual day with no intentions on celebrating it ended up acting donno and 'buat bodoh' about they are planning to throw me a surprise thing.  Which it actually turns out to be an open surprise (I don't understand open and surprise).  Their plan was to have a cook out and bring everything over 'sambil' watch Olympics 2008 Opening ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all complicated issues were save by mom! Having sponsorship to call Dominos over really did cheer 'The Planners" up! Saving them alot of time on preparing other stuff (I forgotten what?). So does the cake issue! Which solved the main problem...  All is left was just to attend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SL86cCnevbI/AAAAAAAACMo/KG8wa2zlHbU/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241972744695758258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out shopping that day because salary was out on the day before.  Overall, what I did on my birthday? I shopped till I dropped and drooool! No offences guys! But I do think the whole thing turns out to be I'm the one planning for my birthday which I totally got no intention at all.  What happened was Mom called and requested me to be home EARLY! So that I can prepare everything before everyone arrives.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would say total Dang-ness ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I arrived home, I ordered Dominos and they came.  First thing was turning on the Tvo so that we don't miss the Opening Ceremony.  It's kinda sucky when your birthday clashes with the opening ceremony. But it was purely entertaining ^^  Mom demand me to start everything exactly at 8pm 8minutes and 8 seconds! Ambik kau! Along with the opening ceremony! Quote Audrey, All eyes around the world counting down for my birthday.  Not bad eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SL86c5uSUnI/AAAAAAAACNA/bqxA-CPl2bo/s320/n658337852_1236572_7224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241972759488254578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/12218589-6471192233289150774?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/6471192233289150774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=6471192233289150774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6471192233289150774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6471192233289150774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-bash.html' title='Birthday Bash?!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SL86cBO7ecI/AAAAAAAACMw/Ixo8q_Ia2S4/s72-c/n658337852_1236566_4663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-1837945399675394627</id><published>2008-08-07T17:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:33:51.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>twenTY</title><content type='html'>I'm Officially 20!  No more 19....nineteen....and according to Audrey, I'm in my Ty already instead of Teen....Not really jumping up and down though...It's kinda awkward...that feeling...indescribable...  so yay! I'm 20....Twenty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jon! After 20 yrs of adventures....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-1837945399675394627?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/1837945399675394627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=1837945399675394627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1837945399675394627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1837945399675394627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/08/twenty.html' title='twenTY'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-7793413948304519505</id><published>2008-08-05T14:12:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:39:05.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VMS = Vaio + Movie + Story</title><content type='html'>I was told to attend the Vaio Software Training at Times Square as it is a compulsory training for me.  At first I didn't want to go as I already know all the software.  Instead of wasting money going there, I rather stay in Sony Style to train myself.  It seems that they manage to arrange transport and were forced to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the the training, the trainer, Simon Khaw whom I know since last time instroduced a software called Vaio Movie Story which our dear brother Justin used it to produce his Distinctly Penang.  He officially announced a competition to be held among outlets and dealers.  First prize would be a Vaio Laptop!  However, this kind of competitions does not attract Sony Stylers as most of us do not have the time to do this kind of thing.  There is no theme/tittle, so it all depends on the user's creativity on delivering the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To produce a video using that software takes only a few minutes quote Simon Khaw. But for my experience, it took me about 2 hours to finish the whole project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I actually had a bunch of ideas but I'm just afraid it might not be a success as each participants are only allowed to submit 1 submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, I choose to present these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1470977&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1470977&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Press play and pause. Leave it finish loading.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to request you to pause your current playing music/turn on your speaker&lt;br /&gt;Don't run other programs when it's playing because it lags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos and videos courtesy of Jonathan and his Canon A630&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I absolutely got no idea why when I uploaded it, it turns out to be squeezed...&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/12218589-7793413948304519505?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/7793413948304519505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=7793413948304519505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7793413948304519505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/7793413948304519505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/08/vms-vaio-movie-story.html' title='VMS = Vaio + Movie + Story'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-8515922641932883648</id><published>2008-08-04T15:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:51:21.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sssp...Lizards</title><content type='html'>It was first announced during May about the launch of First Batch for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vaio&lt;/span&gt; CR series with Lizard Skin!  It's a total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WoW&lt;/span&gt; factor for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vaio&lt;/span&gt; fans as this is their first attempt on this kind of design for the market as for what I think that Malaysian Market are too realistic and most of us Malaysian would actually thought that 'Is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; to have that?'.  That what makes it hard for Sony to penetrate into the Malaysian market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is something new for Sony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vaios&lt;/span&gt; and I think it's somewhat similar to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Acer's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lamborghini&lt;/span&gt; Laptop? Or Motorola's D&amp;amp;G version? For this CR Lizard series, No! It's not real lizard/crocodile/snake/reptile/whatever you name it skin.  It's actually a plastic layer being mould into reptile skin texture.  What is the difference between the Lizard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Vaio&lt;/span&gt; and the normal CR353? There is no differences other than the price which Lizard cost RM4688 and CR353 cost RM4488! So I guess you should know which model Malaysians would definitely choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare say Sony is wise on making use their staff's abilities &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whereas&lt;/span&gt; it's not in the staff's job scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, you got it right! It's Me that I'm talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that Sony Style does not have any windows displays at all and I proposed to the manager.  Yep, he agreed and he had the intention on reviving Sony Style's window display as I told him about our windows display assignment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SJctP3QMl9I/AAAAAAAABkA/uh5N_wDyB24/s320/DSC02954+%28Large%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silver Lizard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SJctP_VbcZI/AAAAAAAABj4/MabK3zmFJGg/s1600-h/DSC02909+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SJctP_VbcZI/AAAAAAAABj4/MabK3zmFJGg/s320/DSC02909+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230699244936720786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pink Lizard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To decorate the Silver Lizard seriously took us lots of hassle to finish it! First they got the Pink Lizards deco on my day off and finished it on the second day.  That is already done with no worries.  I seriously took sometime on figuring out on what to decorate the Silver Lizard.  At the end, I turned to home deco and that is what I came up with.  But for the Lizard, I got the idea of getting some plastic Lizards in Toy City and some model &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;figurings&lt;/span&gt; paint.  Those paints are exactly like car paints and bare in mind that it's expensive too!  Took me some time to fully color the lizards to silver. I dare say that this is the best piece I did in Sony Style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Style which is a Sony direct store.  The product &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pricings&lt;/span&gt; and free items packages are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;controlled&lt;/span&gt; by Sony Malaysia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Corporation&lt;/span&gt;!  We here are just to provide services and to sell (if you want) absolutely got no control on the products &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pricings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times where you hate customers...Yup, after the display I actually hated this particular customer.  He beg and begs for discounts and free stuff! Come on la~ This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;, and your getting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Vaio&lt;/span&gt;... So daring to beg for discounts and free mouse.  If you can afford a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Vaio&lt;/span&gt;, you definitely can afford to get a mouse.  Worst of all, he actually asked for that Silver Lizard for free??  Was angry at first due to the fact that it took me long enough to paint that Lizard!  But then was curious about what for he want that Lizard? Knowing Suresh's perverted brain, he looked down at his pants and said "Order the lizard to Open Mouth but Don't bite!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But time do changes things.  Is Malaysian market still that realistic?  I dare say maybe.  For the whole period working in Sony Style, it seems that Malaysians started to enjoy the fancy fancy gadgets made by Japanese innovative brains.  From things that makes sense to things that are not making any sense at all!  Well, they got me brain washed successfully for sure~  (there's a particular gadget I totally fall for it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/12218589-8515922641932883648?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/8515922641932883648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=8515922641932883648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8515922641932883648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/8515922641932883648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/08/sssplizards.html' title='Sssp...Lizards'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SJctP3QMl9I/AAAAAAAABkA/uh5N_wDyB24/s72-c/DSC02954+%28Large%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-2151586944333765734</id><published>2008-05-14T14:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:57:40.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Like.No.Other....Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCrvMXb8M7I/AAAAAAAABjw/G-EYWGbIX4M/s1600-h/image_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCrvMXb8M7I/AAAAAAAABjw/G-EYWGbIX4M/s320/image_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200231715481334706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You guessed it right! I'm going back to Sony Style as I do not have any other choice but to just accept the offer.  I was supposed to work for another company but failed to progress.  Since then, I can only turn to Sony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally pumped up and motivated right now! I don't want to lose! I don't want to dissapoint Mr. Goh!  I shall just start studying the products! This Friday shall be my first day.... Still scared about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck guys and DON'T COME FIND ME!! (ahaks unless you warn me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-2151586944333765734?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/2151586944333765734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=2151586944333765734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2151586944333765734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2151586944333765734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/05/likenootheragain.html' title='Like.No.Other....Again?'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCrvMXb8M7I/AAAAAAAABjw/G-EYWGbIX4M/s72-c/image_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-702992114342616647</id><published>2008-05-13T13:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T03:03:49.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday! Burpday?</title><content type='html'>I'm going to screwed myself for not remembering Hillary's Birthday.  I feel disgraced as a brother! Being too carried away on solving own problems till the stage of forgetting my sister's birthday!  Anyways, as I found out about that, an idea came up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is to bring her out for movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies?  That for you would / might ask, well Hillary is 11 this year.  See the connection?  Going for movies is normal but going for movies by public transport, now my friend, I call that is something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always going around following parents in the car, I can guarantee that she has less experience with public transport!  With me having many terrible experiences with public transport, I bet she can experience a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to check her schedule on what time her school ends and where shall I bring her.  I actually thought of going to pick her up at school but then I think it's best for her to come home and get dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually watched Ironman with the whole family so basically we're definitely won't be watching that.  Thank god there is a movie for replacement! Perfect movie for kids! Speed Racer! My childhood cartoon!  Her childhood reality movie! (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose Pavilion for movies because it's less crowded by 'la-la' beings and definitely the cinema won't be that pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she arrived home, I told her to get dress and to bring her out.  Cassandra was kinda jealous and wanting to follow but sorry Cass! I can't, it's her birthday!  We walked to the bus station to wait for that 'freaking late / slow' bus but she seems cool with 'where is the bus' situation.  It really seemed like she understands RapidKL system.  Oh, it's not her first on a RapidKL bus for your information.  She used to travel by bus to KLCC outings with her friends  (just only a couple of times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then hop off the bus at Bukit Nanas monorail station where I decided to expose her with monorails instead of 'driving to pavilion'.  Ended up, she sort of freaked out abit by the height but at the end she got used to it.  We went down at Raja Chulan station and walked to Pavilion.  Went to the cinema and bought normal tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we went into the cinema, I actually dragged her to sit on the couple seats! Bah-Hah! You caught me! We illegally sat on the couple seats (I did that for the sake of Illegal comfort) with her not knowing that is not our seat. Minutes later, she started to get comfy with it and with me playing pranks around.  She warned me for not going home early because she wanted to get something (no idea what but at the end, she didn't get anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the show was cool (for the RACING SCENES only) other than that was just boring and yawning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left, I told her where our actual seats are and she was shocked but she's happy! Then we walked to Sungei Wang McDonalds.  (Walk, I highlight this for a 11 year old girl)  After dinner, I wanted to have sticker pictures for memories but she wanted it done with Cassandra and Preston, the four of us in it.  All I can say is Maybe Next Time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus home and Voila! It was around 8.30p.m. and she need to rush for her homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can conclude that she is very happy as she can't stop telling mom about what we did and stuff.  She's happy, I'm happy!  Happy Belated Birthday, Hillary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-702992114342616647?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/702992114342616647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=702992114342616647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/702992114342616647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/702992114342616647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthday-burpday.html' title='Birthday! Burpday?'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-5067953591120157290</id><published>2008-05-12T06:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:54:23.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure!</title><content type='html'>For having things around us, I tend to ask questions sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you grateful for what you already have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you satisfied with the things you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you appreciate them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you take things for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not, shut up, stop complaining and be grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what you already have, people might not have it.  Others might not be that fortunate to even try to complain.  Maybe, for some of them, to own it takes a longer procedure than how you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always think! What you WANT and What you NEED!  Some might think it's the same but it's actually different.  If you want it, do you need it?  Is it necessary?  Try not to lie yourself through when you find it attractive.  Sincerely ask yourself that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCkqDXb8M6I/AAAAAAAABjo/rKUTgteN8yA/s1600-h/Jon%27s+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCkqDXb8M6I/AAAAAAAABjo/rKUTgteN8yA/s320/Jon%27s+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199733482095129506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wooden transport box.  This really explains the amount of free time I have!! I found the extra small pieces of Balsa from the PJ Hilton Christmas Train Project.  It's almost half a year from now.  I sometime miss the days crafting the landscape and making tiny buildings. Rushing for deadlines and trying to get things done.  The chaotic atmosphere with the seniors huge gigantic meeting fight. Ah, those days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to a point that what it suppose to be treasured in the box.  Shall it be money/coins? or Shall it be memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try figuring what you should treasure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-5067953591120157290?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/5067953591120157290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=5067953591120157290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5067953591120157290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5067953591120157290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/05/treasure.html' title='Treasure!'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCkqDXb8M6I/AAAAAAAABjo/rKUTgteN8yA/s72-c/Jon%27s+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-1261318290659929228</id><published>2008-05-10T06:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T06:47:53.679+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been sometime...</title><content type='html'>When was the last we cam whored together? Loooong ago! Suppose last year or last last year? Think it's last year in Road House Grill.  It shall be a memory together for hanging out and a reminder of last forever!  Ahaks &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCaHKQcy1sI/AAAAAAAABjY/rOx55lJHwXg/s1600-h/Image393+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCaHKQcy1sI/AAAAAAAABjY/rOx55lJHwXg/s320/Image393+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198991430129997506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not so perfect shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCaHKgcy1tI/AAAAAAAABjg/yPYYNWlysys/s1600-h/Image395+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCaHKgcy1tI/AAAAAAAABjg/yPYYNWlysys/s320/Image395+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198991434424964818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is worst! &gt;.&lt; It's a disaster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Happy Mother's Day! Mom!&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/12218589-1261318290659929228?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/1261318290659929228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=1261318290659929228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1261318290659929228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1261318290659929228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-sometime.html' title='It&apos;s been sometime...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCaHKQcy1sI/AAAAAAAABjY/rOx55lJHwXg/s72-c/Image393+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-6938771823397672964</id><published>2008-05-09T15:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T06:15:28.707+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The days...</title><content type='html'>Holidays started.  That's the fun part.  The 'potong steam' part?  I'm not used to holidays.  I'm so used to the days where I wake up, I have things to rush, things that I have in mind.  Now holidays?  I have nothing...TO DO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for a job.  Well, I tried applying but no promises and Sony is requesting me to return.  Honestly, I have no confident working there anymore.  I don't feel secure as that pathetic idiot is still there after among all the people who left, he didn't! I don't think I can perform as good as I used to be and worst, I'm scared that I might dissapoint those who look highly upon me. I've been slacking and I totally have no idea how to bring me back up to how I used to be.  Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might try to finish off the things in my list as soon as possible then I shall go find a job or Sony...Everyone is encouraging me to work back but (sighed)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the best part timer there.  The one who didn't receive any teachings from anyone and with the humbleness, the one learn things by himself from discovering things and being CNN.  Ended up, I'm the first part timer to know every product, system and everything about Sony.  Guessed its the self motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will reconsider the offer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that it's been awhile I've contributed art to my room.  Every day after the exam, I kept having this vision of De Stijl on a part of the wall in my room.  Yes, That particular wall.  It's not other wall but that particular wall.  The vision shown that the art work is done on the wall near the computer but then I realized that I can't place the artwork there.  It's too risky due to the fact that my room's furniture would relocate again.  Some will be dumped and some will remain.  Of course, the computer table is definitely saying Bye to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found there is only a wall that wouldn't be affected which is the wall next to my "Seal The Door".  I started drafting the lines on the night of 8th May.  Woke up late today and started color it without any planing of location.  I followed my instincts and it turn out to portray my present mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCUU2Qcy1rI/AAAAAAAABjQ/T5MjWFxsXaY/s1600-h/Jon%27s+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCUU2Qcy1rI/AAAAAAAABjQ/T5MjWFxsXaY/s320/Jon%27s+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198584267230336690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal interpretation, the red represents the anger and pumped up. The Blue, calmness as you can see that there are still calmness in me.  Thank god!  The yellow shows that I still believe that there is hope and bright future. while the white shows the innocent of me where I did nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Stijl, I'm not sure about the rules.  I think I went against the nature of De Stijl.  I left some part un painted.  My original wall color is light green and I left it in some of the areas.  It is to prove that there is still Jonathan in it! My greens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To innovate the style, I added some small pieces of mirrors (It's not in the photo, added after taking the photo)  to reflect surrounding colors and to reflect the colors in me from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-6938771823397672964?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/6938771823397672964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=6938771823397672964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6938771823397672964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/6938771823397672964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/05/days.html' title='The days...'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCUU2Qcy1rI/AAAAAAAABjQ/T5MjWFxsXaY/s72-c/Jon%27s+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-1666897156403786898</id><published>2008-05-07T20:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:19:54.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.00a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the red gem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starts to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seemed maybe illusional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can be shattered as it is weak at its point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or it might turn black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools from tarot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've done a good job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delivering a poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a deadly poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poisoning many innocents to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell shall they go to repay their sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&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/12218589-1666897156403786898?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/1666897156403786898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=1666897156403786898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1666897156403786898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/1666897156403786898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/05/3am.html' title='3am'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-2534997547219464829</id><published>2008-05-07T15:24:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:33:39.722+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkered Flags</title><content type='html'>Monday, the day we planned to race off to Sepang Circuit.  Not really though...does speeding cars count? Two cars, one front and the other back?  One silver Perdana and yellow Satria? I guess not.  Anyways, we went there right after Nat nat's TE2 class.  No, its after breakfast in college then only we depart to Sepang Circuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first.  Yes! I know I jakun. First timer for Sepang.  Dad once went for the "don't know what" convention and got a Kingston 1GB Sepang official Thumb drive for free! ( Jealous, still wants it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Kar Weng's research, we found that prices for the seats are "FREAKING" expensive.  I'll touch about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose we're there due to our Interior Behavior Studies's toilet design. Yep, the assignment I used to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet design.  We actually finalized our design but since there are critics and needle attacks from the lecturer, it actually performed a traditional acupuncture onto our design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a balloon with a hole, surrounding air pressuring the inner air out.  It is like blood flowing out from a wound causing a huge chaos just like what happened to Pamie's finger when she accidentally cut it, leaving a pocket like on her finger joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we arrived there and we, the ones who are inexperienced which includes everyone thought that a permission is required.  In the end, they said we can just walk in and explore without limits (not the car workshop, just the viewing deck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCHNjS4t0AI/AAAAAAAABiI/eqR9yMJMWV8/s1600-h/Jon%27s+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCHNjS4t0AI/AAAAAAAABiI/eqR9yMJMWV8/s320/Jon%27s+248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197661451211100162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked all the way from the main office to the viewing deck where the spectator sits.  It's a freaking long path!  We first checked their toilets, that is the main objective.  As shown below, that is the public toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCHNjy4t0BI/AAAAAAAABiQ/rKzA6I6Woaw/s1600-h/Jon%27s+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCHNjy4t0BI/AAAAAAAABiQ/rKzA6I6Woaw/s320/Jon%27s+250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197661459801034770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The urinals and the cubicles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCHNkC4t0CI/AAAAAAAABiY/It0BMbtAPa8/s1600-h/Jon%27s+256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCHNkC4t0CI/AAAAAAAABiY/It0BMbtAPa8/s320/Jon%27s+256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197661464096002082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, tickets are sold expensive and yet the facilities are poorly maintained.  At first we wanted to re-design this toilet but we changed our minds.  We are going to re-design the corporate suit's toilet which it cost RM5k -Rm9k per person to be in the Bronze corporate suit.  Yet the toilet for all suits are just plain and simple.  There are suits that are more expensive than that! Think! What about Silver and Gold? What about Platinum? (don't know it exist or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCHz0y4t0HI/AAAAAAAABjA/x6_ak0V-NLs/s1600-h/P4140077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCHz0y4t0HI/AAAAAAAABjA/x6_ak0V-NLs/s320/P4140077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197703533300666482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fast N Furious pose eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCHz1C4t0II/AAAAAAAABjI/zpEbeQfAxbM/s1600-h/P4140079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCHz1C4t0II/AAAAAAAABjI/zpEbeQfAxbM/s320/P4140079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197703537595633794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our disastrous jump picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the way back, they as shown below started to show signs onto the window written  :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Poyo la! Smartag! ", they wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cash better ", we replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what they wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCHNki4t0EI/AAAAAAAABio/weKBQBYfIb4/s1600-h/Jon%27s+310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCHNki4t0EI/AAAAAAAABio/weKBQBYfIb4/s320/Jon%27s+310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197661472685936706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Got Smartag! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of randomness, this occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCHORy4t0GI/AAAAAAAABi4/-7FDY-gJtUY/s1600-h/Jon%27s+312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCHORy4t0GI/AAAAAAAABi4/-7FDY-gJtUY/s320/Jon%27s+312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197662250075017314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I like cookies??!?!", they wrote.&lt;br /&gt;and so on.......till the way back to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*to be continued...&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/12218589-2534997547219464829?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/2534997547219464829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=2534997547219464829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2534997547219464829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/2534997547219464829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/05/checkered-flags.html' title='Checkered Flags'/><author><name>Jonathan aka Lil' Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZTlsp1_uaE/TYaNnOZuQnI/AAAAAAAACi0/Qc_VLDROASg/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7_M25i0Caw/SCHNjS4t0AI/AAAAAAAABiI/eqR9yMJMWV8/s72-c/Jon%27s+248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-5376149937318332528</id><published>2008-05-04T17:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:03:39.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear... I've beeeen Tagged!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAG NO.1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;List eight (8) random facts about yourself. Tag eight people at the end of this post and list their names. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1. I got my motto's, "Don't care, Don't Bother, Don't Mind!" or "I'm born to Sarcast/Annoy/Irritate/Mock you! (or) Make your life miserable!" or "That's Jon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#2. I am known by Justin as SABD (School Of Architecture, Building &amp;amp; Design) CNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. I'm not good in digital games but for some Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. I have a pair of VERY sensitive ears (explains the next)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. I'm VERY into good music pieces. Therefore, I might Love a Movie because of it's scores!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#6. I am still that kind and friendly after so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#7. Sometimes I might miss out and being careless on things and people (so be patient on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. I am VERY patient on doing things as I do it sincerely.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAG NO.2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 things I am passionate about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1. People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#2. Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#3. Siblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#4. Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#5. Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#6. Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#7. Architecture (still in doubt but less opportunity) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#8. Opinion on world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 things I say too often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Fuck (VERY)&lt;br /&gt;#2. Dot dot dot dot&lt;br /&gt;#3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deng! (Canto) / Dang! (English)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What the ....(fill in with all sorts of words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#6. Seriousness?&lt;br /&gt;#7.Hallo!&lt;br /&gt;#8. (Last) Be safe and PLAY safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 books I’ve read recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Many Many Many! Alot!! for my 2 research paper!&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pop Up Architecture (Justin, of course you know where it is! It's in the library's reference section)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The New Malaysian House by Robert Powell (From library and it's still with me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New China Architecture by Xing Ruan (read the whole book in Times, Pavilion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#5. Shigeru Ban by Shigeru Ban (Research)&lt;br /&gt;#6. 25 tropical houses in Singapore &amp;amp; Malaysia by Paul McGillick (Research)&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. The houses of Philip Johnson by Jenkins (Research)&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. Four Walls and a Door by Goldberger (Research, this I remember the most!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 songs I could listen to over and over again FOR THE MOMENT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. &lt;i&gt;Ready, set, go!,  &lt;/i&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;#2. &lt;i&gt;Attention Please,  &lt;/i&gt;Philharmonic&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. &lt;i&gt;Say,  &lt;/i&gt;John Mayer&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold You Down&lt;/span&gt;,  Jennifer Lopez&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. &lt;i&gt;4 Minutes,  &lt;/i&gt;Madonna ft. Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;#6. &lt;i&gt;That's What You Get,   &lt;/i&gt;Paramore&lt;br /&gt;#7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keepsake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;,  &lt;/i&gt;State Radio&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. &lt;i&gt;D.A.N.C.E,  &lt;/i&gt;Justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 8 things I learned in the past year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Existence of True Friendship&lt;br /&gt;#2. Encounters different events during work (empty vessels)&lt;br /&gt;#3. Friendship comes first!&lt;br /&gt;#4. I'm 20 this year!! Starts with a 2 infront!! I'm OLD T^T&lt;br /&gt;#5. Not to be over at some times, people has their limits&lt;br /&gt;#6. Work is work, Friend is friend (can be argue-ing wildly during meetings and after so, friends back!)&lt;br /&gt;#7. I'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;#8. To cherish moments and memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAG NO.3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you go out with you? State the reasons why you would, and why you wouldn't, and then come to a conclusion at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;reasons for [i would]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1 I'm someone happy go lucky!&lt;br /&gt;#2 I'm playful&lt;br /&gt;#3 I'm naive at times&lt;br /&gt;#4 I'm talkative&lt;br /&gt;#5 Topic generator&lt;br /&gt;#6 Go places&lt;br /&gt;#7 Wild moments&lt;br /&gt;#8 Discovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; reasons for [i wouldn't]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I tend to be forgetful (Oh dear! What happened to me? Architorture?)&lt;br /&gt;#2 Punctuality (That starts happening this year! GOD SAVE ME!!)&lt;br /&gt;#3 I might ignore but I don't realise that&lt;br /&gt;#4 Wild (some people don't like wild)&lt;br /&gt;#5 Naive &amp;amp; Childish (Do you want to go out with a kid? Maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;#6 Not caring enough (Doesn't meet standards/requirements)&lt;br /&gt;#7 I tend to lead... (Sometimes I'm lazy so I don't want to lead)&lt;br /&gt;#8 Can be Cincai (Some people bothers so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, I've been tagged! BY CARMEN_rocky!!! ISH!!! Oh ya, I still owe Liz's tag! &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging Liz, Jason, Justin, Marvin, Karweng, Rachel, Jessica, Kenn and Winshen~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12218589-5376149937318332528?l=jojojon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/feeds/5376149937318332528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12218589&amp;postID=5376149937318332528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5376149937318332528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12218589/posts/default/5376149937318332528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-dear-ive-beeeen-tagged.html' title='Oh dear... 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