<?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-6755885911185457304</id><updated>2012-02-09T23:23:09.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blokeish me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-9138589307826826926</id><published>2012-01-06T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T06:39:04.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I was so happy that this year I could have 4 birthday cakes! Thank you for all my relatives and friends who celebrated with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uDHCIfekkkI/TwcGjgHtQBI/AAAAAAAAASI/JAriNc_Xr4g/s1600/Cake%2Bfrom%2BJimmy.jpg"&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/-uDHCIfekkkI/TwcGjgHtQBI/AAAAAAAAASI/JAriNc_Xr4g/s320/Cake%2Bfrom%2BJimmy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694527460820729874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-78WmUM__i5Q/TwcGjbQUDdI/AAAAAAAAAR4/utfX4AITYoo/s1600/New%2BYear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-78WmUM__i5Q/TwcGjbQUDdI/AAAAAAAAAR4/utfX4AITYoo/s320/New%2BYear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694527459514650066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ir0_CTm2Avs/TwcGjPmGzeI/AAAAAAAAARw/fmg-P7woRIk/s1600/Cake%2Bfrom%2Bcoursemates.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/-ir0_CTm2Avs/TwcGjPmGzeI/AAAAAAAAARw/fmg-P7woRIk/s320/Cake%2Bfrom%2Bcoursemates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694527456384830946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QfTk2x6fmcw/TwcGlfAiwqI/AAAAAAAAASU/xhrx0mfaw0g/s1600/Cake%2Bfrom%2BAunt.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/-QfTk2x6fmcw/TwcGlfAiwqI/AAAAAAAAASU/xhrx0mfaw0g/s320/Cake%2Bfrom%2BAunt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694527494881985186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-9138589307826826926?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/9138589307826826926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=9138589307826826926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/9138589307826826926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/9138589307826826926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2012/01/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uDHCIfekkkI/TwcGjgHtQBI/AAAAAAAAASI/JAriNc_Xr4g/s72-c/Cake%2Bfrom%2BJimmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-1571260433929179522</id><published>2011-12-31T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T01:49:27.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's eve</title><content type='html'>Wow, in a twinkle of eyes, year of 2011 is going to end soon. I still remember last year about this time, I was having sem break and was waiting to go to Kota Kinabalu with my gang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this coming new year, I guess I made up my mind for a few new aims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Continue what's good I had been doing&lt;br /&gt;(2) Study hard, score well&lt;br /&gt;(3) Keep fit, on healthy diet&lt;br /&gt;(4) Muscle building&lt;br /&gt;(5) Save money for my vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that after a year of today, when I look at this again, I would have achieved all of them, not just an empty promise to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year James, and a happy birthday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-1571260433929179522?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-6347202371245232123</id><published>2011-09-01T02:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T02:56:56.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>对联</title><content type='html'>‎1.「床前明月光」，下一句同學填「李白睡的香」…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.「三個臭皮匠」下一句他竟然填「味道都一樣」…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.陶淵明的「不為五斗米折腰」，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那同學斗膽的寫「給我六斗就可以」…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.「窮則獨善其身」，下一句同學填 「富則妻妾成群」。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.「天若有情天亦老」，下一句「人若有情死的早」？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.「葡萄美酒夜光杯」，下一句「金錢美女一大堆」…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.「想當年，金戈鐵馬」，下一句「看今朝，死纏爛打」…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.「洛陽親友如相問」， 同學對「請你不要告訴他」…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.「兩情若是長久時」，同學對「該是兩人同居時」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.「書到用時方恨少」，同學對「錢到月底不夠花」…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.「清水出芙蓉」，有人寫「亂世出英雄」…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.「問君能有幾多愁」，同學填「恰似一壺二鍋頭」...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.「日照香爐生紫煙，李白來到洗手間」...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.「小李飛刀一瞬間，李白頓成小太監。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-6347202371245232123?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/6347202371245232123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=6347202371245232123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6347202371245232123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6347202371245232123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='对联'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-5560739646138667916</id><published>2011-08-16T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T00:58:22.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to Klang</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Didn't realise that time passed so fast and in a twinkle of eye, I was about to enter third year, clinical posting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been staying in this house in PJ for a year, even though there was some unhappy things happened during the stay, I would miss the place very much and my housemates as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we had a housemate farewell dinner before we left at Zanmai, Garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B7OcgsB3Upo/Tkoi8s-FRoI/AAAAAAAAARo/bXY01QtOAlU/s1600/294134_2288183205123_1265222875_2771214_5623231_n.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/-B7OcgsB3Upo/Tkoi8s-FRoI/AAAAAAAAARo/bXY01QtOAlU/s320/294134_2288183205123_1265222875_2771214_5623231_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641359909494015618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bs5c0kTXSpY/Tkoi8UAyo0I/AAAAAAAAARg/sdPkmtr2LKQ/s1600/291754_2288185885190_1265222875_2771224_4053703_n.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/-Bs5c0kTXSpY/Tkoi8UAyo0I/AAAAAAAAARg/sdPkmtr2LKQ/s320/291754_2288185885190_1265222875_2771224_4053703_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641359902794490690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-5560739646138667916?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/5560739646138667916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=5560739646138667916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5560739646138667916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5560739646138667916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2011/08/moving-to-klang.html' title='Moving to Klang'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B7OcgsB3Upo/Tkoi8s-FRoI/AAAAAAAAARo/bXY01QtOAlU/s72-c/294134_2288183205123_1265222875_2771214_5623231_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-6258929302903892870</id><published>2011-08-13T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:24:52.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trips during the longest break</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only longest holiday that I would be having within these 3 years would be after my second year. That was why I fully utilised it by doing the most enjoyable thing - travelling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within this period, which is about 1 and a half month, I travelled to three different places, excluding KL where I used to study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First destination : Taiwan. Marvellous, first time taking business class, though it's only Airasia. I love the people and the snacks there. Memorable one, hope I would have chance to go there again. The stuffs are cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIW-whyUi2Y/TkcV_7_0uYI/AAAAAAAAAQo/BvVnSlrLRHQ/s1600/P1120582.JPG"&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/-hIW-whyUi2Y/TkcV_7_0uYI/AAAAAAAAAQo/BvVnSlrLRHQ/s320/P1120582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640501246486165890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OfFwhYBLzHw/TkcV_pvUWgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/HuS7w_kAxzA/s1600/P1120410.JPG"&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/-OfFwhYBLzHw/TkcV_pvUWgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/HuS7w_kAxzA/s320/P1120410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640501241585097218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-yuMIk5SIw/TkcV_dSggWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ncEnK1jVbUM/s1600/P1120206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-yuMIk5SIw/TkcV_dSggWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ncEnK1jVbUM/s320/P1120206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640501238243033442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second destination : Singapore cum JB. This was actually to company my best friend Jason to Singapore since he said he didn't been to south part of Malaysia before. We just backpacked there for each night in each place. I still felt heart pain spending Sing Dollar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pfoEg0TsZo0/TkcXwZLZqjI/AAAAAAAAARA/Q1yIWyUFDms/s1600/P1120665.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/-pfoEg0TsZo0/TkcXwZLZqjI/AAAAAAAAARA/Q1yIWyUFDms/s320/P1120665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640503178464700978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IpqhlWk9_Hk/TkcXwAkRCWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3DYzHsSS7J0/s1600/P1120635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IpqhlWk9_Hk/TkcXwAkRCWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3DYzHsSS7J0/s320/P1120635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640503171858106722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tY-0fHwmMc/TkcXv5UwzII/AAAAAAAAAQw/7OE5_JJAbrE/s1600/P1120618.JPG"&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/--tY-0fHwmMc/TkcXv5UwzII/AAAAAAAAAQw/7OE5_JJAbrE/s320/P1120618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640503169914031234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third destination : Sabah. This is second time in half a year I'm going to Sabah. But both missions were totally different. This time was for the sake of doing charity to the poor in a rural aborigine village. It was quite a meaningful one and I finally got to experience myself what a villager's life was and the warmth of the villagers, with all the kids running about. The life was simple and healthy. The best thing was the whole village was situated just behind the Kota Kinabalu mountain, the tallest mountain in southeast asia. You could imagine how nice the scenery was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lpUtWEsfe-8/TkcxvntoMII/AAAAAAAAARY/_OG3YAQ0dbk/s1600/P1130099.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/-lpUtWEsfe-8/TkcxvntoMII/AAAAAAAAARY/_OG3YAQ0dbk/s320/P1130099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640531752488808578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysbUUih-8qs/TkcxvQHoazI/AAAAAAAAARQ/E9wmh9rbWO4/s1600/P1120967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysbUUih-8qs/TkcxvQHoazI/AAAAAAAAARQ/E9wmh9rbWO4/s320/P1120967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640531746155424562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WM31gCiw2cM/TkcxvASQ1JI/AAAAAAAAARI/sUTiXZqMcpo/s1600/P1120898.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/-WM31gCiw2cM/TkcxvASQ1JI/AAAAAAAAARI/sUTiXZqMcpo/s320/P1120898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640531741905048722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-6258929302903892870?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/6258929302903892870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=6258929302903892870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6258929302903892870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6258929302903892870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2011/08/trips-during-longest-break.html' title='Trips during the longest break'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIW-whyUi2Y/TkcV_7_0uYI/AAAAAAAAAQo/BvVnSlrLRHQ/s72-c/P1120582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-3360999748294627566</id><published>2011-06-12T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T19:13:06.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration?!</title><content type='html'>I encountered 3 stories in a day, pertaining to philosophy of human beings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first one, it was from The Star newspaper's pullout. A small little boy, at the age of 6, was with pancreatoblastoma and he was told that he could only survive for a year, or maybe 5 among the handful of rare cases. The little boy, never stopped believing that it was like other sickness, for instance, flu or fever, that would recover soon right after it. Before going into the operation theatre, the boy went before the status of Jesus in the foyer of John Hopkins hospital. He put a small notes on it, written, ' This is Grayson. Please heal other kids.' This simple little notes made the newspaper readers in tear when the journalist discovered it. Miraculously, the boy is now 19! Even though he's suffering from many other disease, he never gave up on his cheerful smile and doing a fund-raising for the hospital for the children like him! That's why, sometimes, we should not be so selfish, only thinking of ourselves. Try to think for others, share your love, your everything. You may be losing something, but in other way, you may gain something invaluable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one, it was a story from the radio. A king, who had a buffalo hump, didn't really feel satisfied with his abnormal figure. He didn't want people to take photo of him. Soon, he became very pessimistic. One day, there came an artist and would like to offer to draw the king a portrait. The king complained that he didn't have a good outlook and refused so. However, he was then convinced by the artist that he would draw him a portrait of how the king was supposedly looked like. The king with a perfect outfit and figure in the portrait. He hung it in the majestic hall and he would look at it every day, thinking that he would be looked that way. As time went by, the King became optimistic and was unconscious over the vanishing of his hump! He looked exactly the same as the one in the portrait! In the nutshell, if we have faith and beliefs in ourselves, nothing is impossible. Just having to step out for the very first step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I got this story from a close friend of mine. I was told that he's a vegetarian. The past he encountered didn't really sound great compared to others. However, he never gave up in doing charity and being happy of his life. I just got to know that the single-mother's son, had a few adopted younger siblings. His family let them to stay in their house for already so many years and my friend treated them like his biological siblings! I could see now he was blessed for something, maybe he realised that though. Yes, something may be not so successful, but others are going smoothly. I hope that as time goes by, he would get better and better. I pray hard for God that He would take good care of him. If possible, I would take care of him in the future for his good deeds because I love this friend so much! He had been my one of the best companions ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-3360999748294627566?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/3360999748294627566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=3360999748294627566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/3360999748294627566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/3360999748294627566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2011/06/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration?!'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-1854909538498333590</id><published>2011-05-28T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T23:34:25.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Beings</title><content type='html'>Recently something happened on me dawned me that this society is a reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non of your close friend, or even your family members, would sacrifice anything, prior to money, for you without any condition. Every one would do anything for a reason. No matter how good he conceals, one day, he would unveil it inadvertently or purposely. That's the real colour of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, is there really such good Samaritan who would not bother and just to lend you a freaking hand? Well, I did have one, nearly close to perfect. But I just realised I was being brain washed by another cunning friend whom I didn't wake up from his world! I felt bad of myself for treating him badly just because of the words I listened without filtering them before they entered into my Wenickle's area. I should have be there to support him fully. Anyway, it was a past now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say friends, even your lover would do the same thing to you. Normally, they would always want you to pay for them, and they would reluctant to pull out the notes from their purse or wallet! But this normally happens to guys, of course. If you don't pay for them, you're not gentlemen, you're stingy, you're bla bla bla. Please, if I were working, that's fine, I'm still a student! Should you foot the bill a little bite, not to say fully AA, at least to lessen my burden. Some lover even would ask money from you, open both of their hands, and the funny thing is, they are working while you're not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it happens on family members as well. I came across someone, their sons wanted to eat an egg, they would have to pay 30 cents! What the, is this family or a business? You want to give birth and you want to count until so detailed with him?! So, you do expect what you 'invested' for the first 20 years won't be paid back because the son would flee? That's funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess that I'm not a so-called perfect friend. But at least I would sacrifice for any one anything, that's reasonable, including money! Well, as you know, I'm a student, what do you expect?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-1854909538498333590?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/1854909538498333590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=1854909538498333590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1854909538498333590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1854909538498333590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2011/05/human-beings.html' title='Human Beings'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-5549820471072682792</id><published>2011-05-25T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:09:30.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Result Day</title><content type='html'>Had been waiting so impatiently and anxiously, I kept praying and praying each and every day that my name would be appeared on the pass list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday morning, the viva list would be out. I couldn't really sleep the night before. When Hua Chan called me and told me that my name was not on the list, I felt relieved. At least now I was closer to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we were told that result would be out on Thursday, so I went out to play the whole day to make myself tired and so that I could sleep well the particular night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Wednesday evening, my buddy called me and told me that every one had received their result via sms. Thank God that I got mine also, congratulating me on my pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I passed my phase II MBBS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, after one more month, I would be entering my third year, which will be the start of my clinical years. Time flies. Looking back all the things I'd done, I felt regretted, happy, sad, impressed, contented, a mixture of feelings in conclusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, starting from today onwards, I swore to myself that I would not regret at anything that I would be doing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAIoz684Guo/Td38YXD-ltI/AAAAAAAAAQM/beiH_RpfT4w/s1600/250953_1974455713943_1019567035_2335319_665944_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAIoz684Guo/Td38YXD-ltI/AAAAAAAAAQM/beiH_RpfT4w/s320/250953_1974455713943_1019567035_2335319_665944_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610918206211266258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw my name at 61?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-5549820471072682792?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/5549820471072682792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=5549820471072682792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5549820471072682792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5549820471072682792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2011/05/result-day.html' title='Result Day'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAIoz684Guo/Td38YXD-ltI/AAAAAAAAAQM/beiH_RpfT4w/s72-c/250953_1974455713943_1019567035_2335319_665944_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-2202067370747722410</id><published>2010-08-20T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T02:07:18.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The goodbye and hello</title><content type='html'>Today I went for an interview, the invigilators asked me lots of unexpected questions. I didn't know this was how many times I attended such interviews. I felt tired. Why couldn't I get any scholarship? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a possible as what my lecturer said that I looked like a rich guy so they didn't want to give me? For god sake, if I'm a rich guy, I won't run for couple interviews. It didn't sound fun okay? I just wish this time will successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the interview, Hojun and I made a farewell for another of my best friends, Khan Khan in Parade after Fatt Chi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are leaving one by one, next Hojun, then Ostan, Jasper and Zoing. I wonder when we will have the chance to gather about, have a tea session and chit-chat at the Kopitiam. Maybe the topic when we talk about will be which company you get into or what profession you into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every stage we learn new things, meet new friends, adapt to the new environment. That doesn't mean that we shall forget thou :) Memory is kept deep inside your mind. It won't be deleted as you press the delete button on your keyboard. As long as you feel lonely, try to recall the memories with the bunch of old friends :) We shall always be around here. I'm the one waiting for all of my friends to come back from all over the world, bringing back at least the air or the sand :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, wish you guys all the best. XD I'm not sure whether I will attend at the airport, but I will try my best :) Hope you have my heartiest goodbye greetings...so long my friends....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-2202067370747722410?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/2202067370747722410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=2202067370747722410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/2202067370747722410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/2202067370747722410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2010/08/goodbye-and-hello.html' title='The goodbye and hello'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-8257651497995610125</id><published>2010-07-06T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T05:06:10.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The road that was not taken?</title><content type='html'>My friends are leaving for overseas to study soon. This leaving may be at least a year or 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, some thoughts struck my mind. What if last time I didn't opt for the path I was choosing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I got JPA, taking actuarial science? Will it be good if now I were to flying to overseas to study? Got a chance to mingle with the Caucasian and people come from all over the world in other people's country? Earning USD rather than RMY is a better option it seems for every Malaysian. The main paid off will be leaving your mother country and family for a long time. For people who will not feel homesick, or didn't like their family much, it's a better choice for them. I wonder when the time comes to me, split for choices, which one I would rather pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I didn't enter matric and entered form 6? Will I get good result as those form sixes critised so much on other pre-U rather than their form six? What if I got good results in form six and now waiting to enter Singapore Uni? What will it be? In Bio or Physics stream? I would never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ponder if I have chosen a wrong path as I'm choosing. Though this profession will be respectful, the continuation learning process will be a tough one. I won't even know I dare or not in the future to hold a knife. I'm going to enter second year now. I guess the road I've chosen, could go back no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wish that I would like this path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I wish you all the best also...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-8257651497995610125?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/8257651497995610125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=8257651497995610125' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8257651497995610125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8257651497995610125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2010/07/road-that-was-not-taken.html' title='The road that was not taken?'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-6618129517442017481</id><published>2010-06-10T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T03:56:05.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali Beach</title><content type='html'>It was in the late evening. The sun was setting. I sat in the balcony of 9th floor, facing the wide, endless sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was packed. There was no place for me to lift my leg, so I just put my legs on the coffee table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so silent when I could only heard the sound of Nature. The rough waves was chopping and striking on the shore and the stone so hard that I could hear the splashing sound from few hundred metres away in my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a garden after the shore, where birds were chirping and chasing one another in the air. I bet they like the unpolluted environment pretty much as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rustle of the coconut tree was forced by the strong gust, making them to dance in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I craned my neck to look beneath, there was a few pools where children were playing and the adults were sunbathing. Though the children were shouting, the strong waves overcame the din. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea breeze was so tender caressing my face. I like this feel very much. I closed my eyes and listen to the call of the Nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-6618129517442017481?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/6618129517442017481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=6618129517442017481' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6618129517442017481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6618129517442017481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2010/06/bali-beach.html' title='Bali Beach'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-6324006910934158519</id><published>2010-06-02T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:46:40.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Night</title><content type='html'>Tonight, tonight, won't be just any night, tonight there will be no morning star. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a gloomy night. When I came home, it was about 9. Getting down from the car, I did not really care the strong wind blowing my hair unkempt.  After taking my bath, I went downstairs to accompany my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was resting on the couch, reading newspaper. Suddenly, out from nowhere, I heard the sharp splashing sound of water on the roof and the floor. Only then I realised that it was raining. I unlocked the grilled side door, walking out to the porch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downpour wasn't really torrential nor any lightning ensued. I like listening to the dropping sound of water. Amidst the spatter, there was drifting of piano played by my friend. The vibration of the tight thread in the piano was as if trying to mingle into the beats of the splattering, making its effort to create a better harmony. The dancing notes was squeezing and wading through the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of the humid air tantalised my taste buds with fresh air vapour. The freezing breeze caressed my face and lips so gently and tenderly. I was so indulged in kissing the sweet air till I slowly pulled my eyelids, tasting them carefully. I gulped the cool air, deep breath by deep breath. My lungs could even tell that they were chilled with the fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best effort to pull up my eyelids, they had a strong repulsive force, telling me that they still had no long enough to enjoy the moment. Finally, when they gave in, I saw the silhouette of the nature creature flying across my garden. In the darkness, my down light in the porch seemed the only means to light up the whole garden. With the drifting of music from the inside, I could vaguely see the treble and bass clefs dancing in the rain.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rainy day. But how many busy people realise the beauty of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-6324006910934158519?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/6324006910934158519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=6324006910934158519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6324006910934158519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6324006910934158519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2010/06/rainy-night.html' title='Rainy Night'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-6689269816848378010</id><published>2010-05-08T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:08:58.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months holiday</title><content type='html'>The result was out on Friday. I was so anxious the whole day, waiting for the result to be announced. Suddenly, I posted some wishing in my facebook and my coursemate, Goh Yam Yam commented saying that I passed. He saw my name 'Lee Kok Yew' in the list of the students who passed. I couldn't believe it and I asked a few friends to check for me to further confirm the information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that the information was real. I really passed! What a good news for me XD I didn't have to go through the supplement. Anyhow, I wish good luck to my friends who got involved in the supplement and congratulations to friends who made it through like I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-Y1LMLsEkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8HdEsvK0b0c/s1600/31601_1277618982749_1298244720_30666240_7049716_n.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/_HossmXo_fuM/S-Y1LMLsEkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8HdEsvK0b0c/s320/31601_1277618982749_1298244720_30666240_7049716_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469117263853130306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see my name at 63? hahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-6689269816848378010?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/6689269816848378010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=6689269816848378010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6689269816848378010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6689269816848378010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-months-holiday.html' title='2 months holiday'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-Y1LMLsEkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8HdEsvK0b0c/s72-c/31601_1277618982749_1298244720_30666240_7049716_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-753172208740021347</id><published>2010-05-08T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:29:56.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to Singapore</title><content type='html'>This is actually a post I should have posted a long time ago. But last time due to some technical problem, I didn't manage to make this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this trip was actually to visit my great grandparents' cemetery. Besides that, of course, I also went to visit some of the interesting places (not that interesting though) in Singapore; my brother as my chauffeur XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the photo-shootings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YmhPIZuaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xI9O7KaCdl0/s1600/P1070846.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/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YmhPIZuaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xI9O7KaCdl0/s320/P1070846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469101149927356834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newly-opened universal studio, the one same as US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-Ymhv6Ug2I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wahFf9NpiPE/s1600/P1070852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-Ymhv6Ug2I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wahFf9NpiPE/s320/P1070852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469101158726665058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gate of the Universal Studio, not to nice, sadly to be commented :( But I couldn't get the chance to enter as well, because the ticket sold out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YmiEF0i6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/jem_nASjvfg/s1600/P1070878.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/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YmiEF0i6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/jem_nASjvfg/s320/P1070878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469101164143610786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't enter, haiz...underage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-Ymiv6-m_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOqx5d1dbz4/s1600/P1070942.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/S-Ymiv6-m_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOqx5d1dbz4/s320/P1070942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469101175909293042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fish soup steamboat, damn nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YmjbtNFYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/oJTiuGF9CAo/s1600/P1070997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YmjbtNFYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/oJTiuGF9CAo/s320/P1070997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469101187662681474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi Tei, at ECP....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YqhRH-o5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/xkjaNXGDFwI/s1600/P1080022.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/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YqhRH-o5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/xkjaNXGDFwI/s320/P1080022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469105548508963730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben &amp; Jerry's Ice-cream, SGD5 per scoop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-Yqh9WIfKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yuCWW06Bf8I/s1600/P1080058.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/_HossmXo_fuM/S-Yqh9WIfKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yuCWW06Bf8I/s320/P1080058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469105560379489442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great grandma's cemetery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YqicgNziI/AAAAAAAAAPA/-SfUrSXttJ0/s1600/P1080100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YqicgNziI/AAAAAAAAAPA/-SfUrSXttJ0/s320/P1080100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469105568743280162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my brother at the LRT station before boarding my flight back to KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YqizalwFI/AAAAAAAAAPI/cvYQxc7unOk/s1600/P1080110.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YqizalwFI/AAAAAAAAAPI/cvYQxc7unOk/s320/P1080110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469105574893699154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fan that will greet every one who walks to it at terminal three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YqjUkbzxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cMrboYt4wh0/s1600/P1080124.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YqjUkbzxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cMrboYt4wh0/s320/P1080124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469105583793360658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yummy smoked duck XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-Yrh8JgRgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Yzm_ba-DJF4/s1600/P1080199.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/S-Yrh8JgRgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Yzm_ba-DJF4/s320/P1080199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469106659569714690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside Jetstar, way back to KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YricTbVLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hxp8UvjvaBQ/s1600/P1080222.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/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YricTbVLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hxp8UvjvaBQ/s320/P1080222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469106668201268402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERL....35 bucks! but it's very high-tech inside XD even the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-753172208740021347?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/753172208740021347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=753172208740021347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/753172208740021347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/753172208740021347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2010/05/trip-to-singapore.html' title='A trip to Singapore'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S-YmhPIZuaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xI9O7KaCdl0/s72-c/P1070846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-3317386526399333400</id><published>2010-01-24T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:45:33.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MPIS night</title><content type='html'>Wow, great, has been a century since I last updated my blog. Recently having to be busy with my things, everything came together, scholarship interview, applications, MPIS night, etc. Nearly couldn't breathe. Thank God who had created me a medulla oblongata which always helps me to breathe without my conscious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess I should stop crapping, just being renowned as CK - Crapping King by my friend William. What to do? That's me, the real me I suppose. Haha. Life makes wonderful with all those lousy craps I suppose, for me solely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that I was given a week break. Now I can regain all my senses, perhaps. The real me? Haha...am I back yet? I'm not pretty sure of that. Anyway, here to share my MPIS night with my friends, all of you. It has been a wonderful night, well, not for the food I suppose, but the photographing session. In a night, everyone-supposedly only girls-had become someone whom I'd never seen. Haha, anyway, after the night, everyone became the same ordinary, blokeish lady. Em...relieved that no one coincidentally, or by any chance, wore the same attire as I did - winter. Haha. Someone told me that they felt cold when they saw me wearing like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S10Ec9Wv3XI/AAAAAAAAANg/OKuwBnvZzjQ/s1600-h/P1070376.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/_HossmXo_fuM/S10Ec9Wv3XI/AAAAAAAAANg/OKuwBnvZzjQ/s320/P1070376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430501621231508850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus...hair for 25 bucks and contact lens for 30 bucks XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S10E7D-1OoI/AAAAAAAAANo/TcNy8nV1j6o/s1600-h/P1070382.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/S10E7D-1OoI/AAAAAAAAANo/TcNy8nV1j6o/s320/P1070382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430502138406320770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, I introduce you, Putrajaya, where the Malaysia Admin office located. Quite a breathtakingly beautiful place huh. I love it, though the water in the lake is dirty -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S10E7QwIK7I/AAAAAAAAANw/_-vfi_cXeeE/s1600-h/P1070527.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/S10E7QwIK7I/AAAAAAAAANw/_-vfi_cXeeE/s320/P1070527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430502141834308530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPIS= Majlis Penganugerahan Ibnu Sina, or otherwise, Prom Night. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S10E77veTCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/GObIDHE4nhQ/s1600-h/P1070546.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/S10E77veTCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/GObIDHE4nhQ/s320/P1070546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430502153374288930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my lovely buddy line, but sadly, not all of us were in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S10FpmbukgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DAEGTL2YFog/s1600-h/P1070624.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/_HossmXo_fuM/S10FpmbukgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DAEGTL2YFog/s320/P1070624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430502937928307202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final shot before we left, all my coursemates, except for few of them XD I love you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-3317386526399333400?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/3317386526399333400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=3317386526399333400' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/3317386526399333400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/3317386526399333400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2010/01/mpis-night.html' title='MPIS night'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/S10Ec9Wv3XI/AAAAAAAAANg/OKuwBnvZzjQ/s72-c/P1070376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-6941753278768110738</id><published>2009-11-05T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:44:08.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Week</title><content type='html'>It follows the festive of exam mood for everyone. Everyone, especially, those my coursemates are busy mugging up the books. They gulp it like nobody's business every day in the morning till the dawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final's approaching. Yet, there are still many mock tests which are irritating, driving every one physically and mentally crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physiology, Gross Anatomy, Embryology, Histolgy, Biochemistry.....My GOD. I haven't even started any study yet, needless to say REVISE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not tough though, just that I wasted much time earlier in entertainment and didn't catch up in my studies that led me into this dilemma. Poor guy!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling regret, I'm now planning to be a book eater. Or anyone can help me to get the memory bread from Doreamon? So that I don't have to memorise so hard!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please help me......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-6941753278768110738?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/6941753278768110738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=6941753278768110738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6941753278768110738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6941753278768110738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/11/exam-week.html' title='Exam Week'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-1845885021555502561</id><published>2009-08-28T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:26:41.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>一切完美</title><content type='html'>Is there anything existed in this world is perfect? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's perfect actually? Or I should say, how you actually judge a perfect thing that you think that it's perfect? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see a perfect thing, it's not by eyes, but by your heart. There's no perfection in this world. Unless you tolerate with all the imperfection, then you will find its perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一切完美， 是要用心去看， 因为这世界上的一切完美， 就是要包容一切的不完美， 就能一切完美。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道我变漂亮了&lt;br /&gt;过去的轻蔑冷落 (Let it go, let it go)&lt;br /&gt;有些人口不饶人&lt;br /&gt;却忘了瞧瞧自己 又有什么资格&lt;br /&gt;时刻都善良待人 (let`s move on, let`s move on)&lt;br /&gt;时刻都做好本分 (let`s move on, let`s move on)&lt;br /&gt;有些人心思浅薄&lt;br /&gt;绝不是宽容 自暴自弃的理由&lt;br /&gt;也许 确实也受过言语打击&lt;br /&gt;也许 从来也没什么好际遇&lt;br /&gt;千万别将勇气深锁在阴影里&lt;br /&gt;我们又不会妨碍这世界继续美丽 咦耶~ 呼呜~ 呜~&lt;br /&gt;我知道我变漂亮了 (我知道我被注意了)&lt;br /&gt;曾难过 曾失落 微笑一下就过&lt;br /&gt;外在的美貌容易戳破&lt;br /&gt;内在的美好细水长流 耶咦耶~&lt;br /&gt;我知道我变漂亮了 (我知道我也豁达了)&lt;br /&gt;不自卑 不埋怨 就算还差一点点&lt;br /&gt;用 内涵弥补一切缺陷&lt;br /&gt;内在的美 迷住每个人的眼 哦喔~&lt;br /&gt;时刻都善良待人 (let`s move on, let`s move on)&lt;br /&gt;时刻都做好本分 (let`s move on, let`s move on)&lt;br /&gt;有些人心思浅薄&lt;br /&gt;绝不是宽容 自暴自弃的理由&lt;br /&gt;也许 想说的话总埋在心底&lt;br /&gt;也许 想要的爱可望而不可及&lt;br /&gt;竭尽全力争取 幸福会看到你&lt;br /&gt;大声说 你的真心全世界最动听 ?呜呵~ 呜哦呜呵~&lt;br /&gt;我知道我变漂亮了 (我知道我被注意了)&lt;br /&gt;曾难过 曾失落 微笑一下就过&lt;br /&gt;外在的美貌容易戳破&lt;br /&gt;内在的美好细水长流 耶咦耶~&lt;br /&gt;我知道我变漂亮了 (我知道我也豁达了)&lt;br /&gt;不自卑 不埋怨 就算还差一点点&lt;br /&gt;用 内涵弥补一切缺陷&lt;br /&gt;内在的美 迷住每个人的眼 喔哦~&lt;br /&gt;一个两个不懂 丑小鸭变天鹅啊&lt;br /&gt;需要时间比较多&lt;br /&gt;走过了伤痛才看得更通透&lt;br /&gt;不到最后不会懂命运安排了什么&lt;br /&gt;呜呵~呜喔哦~ 呜呵。。。&lt;br /&gt;呵~~ 呵呃~&lt;br /&gt;我知道我变漂亮了 (我变漂亮了)&lt;br /&gt;曾难过 曾失落 微笑一下就过&lt;br /&gt;外在的美貌容易戳破&lt;br /&gt;内在的美好细水长流 耶咦耶~&lt;br /&gt;我知道我变漂亮了 (我知道我也豁达了)&lt;br /&gt;不自卑 不埋怨 就算还差一点点&lt;br /&gt;用 内涵弥补一切缺陷&lt;br /&gt;内在的美 迷住每个人的眼 呜呼呜~&lt;br /&gt;用 内涵弥补一切缺陷&lt;br /&gt;内在的美 迷住每个人的眼&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-1845885021555502561?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/1845885021555502561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=1845885021555502561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1845885021555502561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1845885021555502561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='一切完美'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-3788515934831752784</id><published>2009-08-26T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:41:58.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new me?</title><content type='html'>Since ever I started my facebook in UM, I was given a new nickname, facebook king. Every time when everyone on his facebook will for sure see me facebooking there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until yesterday, I was given another nickname, burger king! On Monday night, I ordered 43 burgers for my coursemates and got the fame. Then, last night, I didn't say that I want to buy the burger, sms already in for the orders. Haha, since so highly demanded and I didn't have any idea yet what for my supper, I decided KL gate burger again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be my exam and yet now you can still see me so leisurely writing my blog and facebooking. In fact, I haven't really started my revision. Im waiting to fail my first corness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, really have to start my study already!! Tomorrow after 12pm will be the start of my one week holiday!! Who wants to find me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-3788515934831752784?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/3788515934831752784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=3788515934831752784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/3788515934831752784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/3788515934831752784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-me.html' title='A new me?'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-878256803277087323</id><published>2009-08-20T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:51:19.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new yet ordinary me</title><content type='html'>Sorry as it has been so long since the last time I posted my post here. I've been busy fb-ing and outing. Haha. Wonderful and contented lifestyle right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, after orientation, found out myself had gained more weight than before, thanks to my buddies who always treat me nice food especially SUPPER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyle has changed to a more marvellous and tempting one. Every night will have activities or even every second. I'm now a little bit regret because next week is my corness and yet now I still haven't touched my books yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry also for some of my friends whom I'm not be able to accompany or find recently. Hope that I can adjust my time better after next week HOLIDAY!!! Woahuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly to say that, during orientation, I've changed to become a more serious and not talkative guy. But after that, I've revealed the real me. I just heard from my friend that I was so cocky till I offended some of my coursemates. Really? I really didn't know when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-878256803277087323?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/878256803277087323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=878256803277087323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/878256803277087323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/878256803277087323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-yet-ordinary-me.html' title='The new yet ordinary me'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-8629655581819520449</id><published>2009-06-19T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T05:58:48.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Result day</title><content type='html'>Couldn't really sleep last night. Today, the time walked per second like per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so soon, it reached 11am. Then only I knew that the government changed to 12pm can only check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to diverge my focus and anxious by chatting with my friends online. Suddenly, my friend Eric told me in msn to check the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled in all my particulars and clicked the 'semak' button. I was praying. Then it turned out to be: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAHNIAH!&lt;br /&gt;Anda telah berjaya ditawarkan program pengajian seperti berikut :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOD PROGRAM : MM00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAMA PROGRAM : PERUBATAN DAN PEMBEDAHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPTA : UNIVERSITI MALAYA (UM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URL SURAT TAWARAN : http://www.um.edu.my/kemasukan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-8629655581819520449?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/8629655581819520449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=8629655581819520449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8629655581819520449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8629655581819520449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/06/result-day.html' title='Result day'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-1443008724575957876</id><published>2009-06-18T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:55:20.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comic - Love story</title><content type='html'>Rocky as Lambert and Chun Yi as Boyle while James as 'Susan'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story starts where Lambert and 'Susan' are in love. The occurrence of the handsome Boyle causes 'Susan' to feel in love with him instead of Lambert. Violence occurs when Lambert tries to kill 'Susan' and how Boyle takes revenge on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, the couple, 'Susan' Boyle live happily every after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Rooftop of Kellie's castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr542s7BYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qC8CzLk6Img/s1600-h/P1040704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr542s7BYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qC8CzLk6Img/s320/P1040704.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348862262607807874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambert and 'Susan' are a pair of couple earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr55O7ljCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/H46cFrc4EgQ/s1600-h/P1040707.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/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr55O7ljCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/H46cFrc4EgQ/s320/P1040707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348862269111766050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occurrence of Boyle impressed 'Susan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr55XQtliI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IL83QoBe448/s1600-h/P1040710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr55XQtliI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IL83QoBe448/s320/P1040710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348862271347856930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambert got to know this by chance and planning to kill 'Susan' for her disloyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr55Zd4leI/AAAAAAAAAMY/V9XGAHdopyQ/s1600-h/P1040711.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/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr55Zd4leI/AAAAAAAAAMY/V9XGAHdopyQ/s320/P1040711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348862271939974626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 'Susan' was looking for Boyle, Lambert pushed 'her' from the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr55sEx9eI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qNNYjmfjl6M/s1600-h/P1040712.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/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr55sEx9eI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qNNYjmfjl6M/s320/P1040712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348862276934956514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's pushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr8Akpdy4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1HoM_3Zfues/s1600-h/P1040715.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/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr8Akpdy4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1HoM_3Zfues/s320/P1040715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348864594223680386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Boyle is down there stand by to catch 'Susan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr8A_oJdvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/05blS-EdG0M/s1600-h/P1040717.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr8A_oJdvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/05blS-EdG0M/s320/P1040717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348864601465911026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyle takes revenge on Lambert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr8BL3I9ZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-J4BQ3Yi_Uw/s1600-h/P1040720.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr8BL3I9ZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-J4BQ3Yi_Uw/s320/P1040720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348864604750017938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying 'straight straight'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr8BWNnTyI/AAAAAAAAANA/oOKKEpwibOI/s1600-h/P1040723.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr8BWNnTyI/AAAAAAAAANA/oOKKEpwibOI/s320/P1040723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348864607528636194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple lives happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr8BhYeLfI/AAAAAAAAANI/2jT1LDPWvmE/s1600-h/P1040724.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr8BhYeLfI/AAAAAAAAANI/2jT1LDPWvmE/s320/P1040724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348864610526965234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18SX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr8dnDGjAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qx3R4V5hQjY/s1600-h/P1040729.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr8dnDGjAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qx3R4V5hQjY/s320/P1040729.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348865093084285954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The casts and crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr8d_GePhI/AAAAAAAAANY/nYQWQu5n4E0/s1600-h/P1040730.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/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr8d_GePhI/AAAAAAAAANY/nYQWQu5n4E0/s320/P1040730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348865099540872722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applause!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-1443008724575957876?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/1443008724575957876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=1443008724575957876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1443008724575957876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1443008724575957876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/06/comic-love-story.html' title='The Comic - Love story'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sjr542s7BYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qC8CzLk6Img/s72-c/P1040704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-8757108287737900945</id><published>2009-06-09T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:16:19.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>1. Besides your lips , where is the favorite spot to get kissed ?&lt;br /&gt;- cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this morning ?&lt;br /&gt;- Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person / people you took a photo with ?&lt;br /&gt;- Danny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;- A little bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;- Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex ?&lt;br /&gt;- ya, definitely one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone to be dead ?&lt;br /&gt;- Only my son Benny always wants me to die..lol ( My son is the bear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your last text message say ?&lt;br /&gt;- Didn't give treatment to my corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking right now ?&lt;br /&gt;- breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1o. Do you want someone to be with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night &lt;br /&gt;- 11 something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;- No idea, my brother's one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right now ?&lt;br /&gt;- Not only now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person who text you ?&lt;br /&gt;- Yen Teng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN Lucky Person to do this quiz...&lt;br /&gt;1)Yen Teng&lt;br /&gt;2)Rocky&lt;br /&gt;3)Wan Limm&lt;br /&gt;4)Wei Ching&lt;br /&gt;5)Eric&lt;br /&gt;6)Wei Chean&lt;br /&gt;7)Kai Liang&lt;br /&gt;9)Brian&lt;br /&gt;10)Yi Herng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is no.2 having a relationship with ?&lt;br /&gt;- His hubby...wakakakak!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is no.3 a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;- Half half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.If no.7 and no.1 get together , would it be a good?&lt;br /&gt;- Waaaa...if he wishes to dig long leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is no.1 studying about ?&lt;br /&gt;- Just got the offer to USM for her biotech, her ambition since the first day she told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time you chatted with them ?&lt;br /&gt;- not long I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Is no.4 single ?&lt;br /&gt;- Sure YES! But she has many wives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Say something about no.2 .&lt;br /&gt;- check the previous post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you think about no.3 &amp; no.6 being together ?&lt;br /&gt;- Can marry...wakakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Describe no.9 .&lt;br /&gt;- Always say poor poor poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What will you do if no.6 and no.7 fight ?&lt;br /&gt;- Stand and watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like 8 ?&lt;br /&gt;- I actually missed out no.8, but I guess I like 8 too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-8757108287737900945?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/8757108287737900945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=8757108287737900945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8757108287737900945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8757108287737900945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/06/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-1901975205588674128</id><published>2009-06-09T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:37:34.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Si8dKB59YRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IbGf2qorby0/s1600-h/P1040693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Si8dKB59YRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IbGf2qorby0/s320/P1040693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345523340859498770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you choose this photo?&lt;br /&gt;I just love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you ate pizza?&lt;br /&gt;Last year, guess it was with FC, Shiuh Haur and Ah Loke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last song you've listened to?&lt;br /&gt;听见有人叫你宝贝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing besides answering this tag?&lt;br /&gt;Sms-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides your own name, how do you like people to call you?&lt;br /&gt;Jamesy...that's normal for every of my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag six people. The following questions are related to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yen Teng&lt;br /&gt;2. Rocky&lt;br /&gt;3. Wan Limm&lt;br /&gt;4. Wei Ching&lt;br /&gt;5. Eric&lt;br /&gt;6. Wei Chean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is No. 1?&lt;br /&gt;Best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 3 is having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;His books..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something about No.5.&lt;br /&gt;Helpful? But he looks a bit gay..hahaha..no offense alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about No.4?&lt;br /&gt;She's the lan ren I've ever known in my life...wakakakka...but I won't forget her thought got no chance to be in the same class di.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is No.2?&lt;br /&gt;Another best mate of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something to No.6!&lt;br /&gt;When only will you give birth to your baby??!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-1901975205588674128?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/1901975205588674128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=1901975205588674128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1901975205588674128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1901975205588674128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-do-you-choose-this-photo-i-just.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Si8dKB59YRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IbGf2qorby0/s72-c/P1040693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-3978628425494700191</id><published>2009-06-06T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:21:34.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Cameron</title><content type='html'>Adventure has yet to end. A day just back from KL, our next destination was Cameron Highlands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owing to the birthday of Agong, it was a public holiday and everyone was flocking to the same destination and thank God that there's only one road along the highlands that leads to every tourist spot. That's why, a massive jam was caused, thanks to those motorists who looked for the parking bays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable was the first stop, the fried mushrooms, the salad, the last stop. Haha. Great fun there, just sad that someone not there with me also.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SishMRRI8AI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xiYRCcT2T-I/s1600-h/P1040644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SishMRRI8AI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xiYRCcT2T-I/s320/P1040644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344401877482663938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop!!! Mushroom soup, yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SishMdf2tkI/AAAAAAAAALY/prP0NiHJc4c/s1600-h/P1040650.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/SishMdf2tkI/AAAAAAAAALY/prP0NiHJc4c/s320/P1040650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344401880765609538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my two cousins under a fake tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SishMsGU99I/AAAAAAAAALg/gSeNT0yOLOc/s1600-h/P1040659.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SishMsGU99I/AAAAAAAAALg/gSeNT0yOLOc/s320/P1040659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344401884685072338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's a fake one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SishM-wL1tI/AAAAAAAAALo/jmH68iahSs8/s1600-h/P1040663.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SishM-wL1tI/AAAAAAAAALo/jmH68iahSs8/s320/P1040663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344401889692473042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantic salad we took, everyone's sight on us...then many copy cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SishNH03axI/AAAAAAAAALw/nkHBVNLSgQQ/s1600-h/P1040673.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/SishNH03axI/AAAAAAAAALw/nkHBVNLSgQQ/s320/P1040673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344401892128025362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last stop where we're like going to a market, buying 28 bucks of vege...wakakka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-3978628425494700191?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/3978628425494700191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=3978628425494700191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/3978628425494700191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/3978628425494700191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-to-cameron.html' title='Trip to Cameron'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SishMRRI8AI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xiYRCcT2T-I/s72-c/P1040644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-1405680589450671870</id><published>2009-06-05T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:04:01.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to KL</title><content type='html'>Today just came back from KL. I went there to settle my brother's loan, as well thought of visiting my cousin's hostel. But sadly, due to short of time, we didn't. But don't worry brother, I will, for sure, visit you one day. We went to One Utama to go for shopping and luncheon only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SilApgmuWjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CJS3HhaHbO0/s1600-h/P1040635.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SilApgmuWjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CJS3HhaHbO0/s320/P1040635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343873514722974258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some taiwan food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SilAp5j_V3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/9LKOZu0Cr_k/s1600-h/P1040636.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SilAp5j_V3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/9LKOZu0Cr_k/s320/P1040636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343873521422391154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting at the 'Long De Quan Ren' restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SilAqNf_jQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bNbbt1a2MTU/s1600-h/P1040639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SilAqNf_jQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bNbbt1a2MTU/s320/P1040639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343873526774336770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'tong yun', terrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SilAqBHuGsI/AAAAAAAAALA/7ULZ70gf9aI/s1600-h/P1040641.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SilAqBHuGsI/AAAAAAAAALA/7ULZ70gf9aI/s320/P1040641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343873523451304642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my cousin waiting outside One Utama for the other car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SilAqWd5zvI/AAAAAAAAALI/oyHJNJDv4zU/s1600-h/P1040642.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SilAqWd5zvI/AAAAAAAAALI/oyHJNJDv4zU/s320/P1040642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343873529181490930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-1405680589450671870?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/1405680589450671870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=1405680589450671870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1405680589450671870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1405680589450671870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-to-kl.html' title='Trip to KL'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SilApgmuWjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CJS3HhaHbO0/s72-c/P1040635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-222022895381968621</id><published>2009-06-04T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:01:00.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected but not dejected</title><content type='html'>On last friday, I was informed that the list of candidates who successfully got into USM was out. Quickly, I went to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be my application was unsuccessful. I was like, wow, so happy!! IN cloud nine! Because I didn't want to go to Kelantan for medic also, it's too far and damn tedious and dangerous along the journey, and time-consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, congrats to all my friends who successfully got into USM and for those who didn't, wish we can be in same Uni. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find one day for a gathering before school reopens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-222022895381968621?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/222022895381968621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=222022895381968621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/222022895381968621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/222022895381968621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/06/rejected.html' title='Rejected but not dejected'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-2218312581541004557</id><published>2009-06-04T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T06:54:06.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>听见有人叫你宝贝</title><content type='html'>由於我是排行最小， 所以我爸爸整天都叫我宝贝的。 看来以后都不会有人会再叫我宝贝了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;词/曲：李宗盛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你问我为什么不再给你安慰&lt;br /&gt;在寒风中漫步有家不回&lt;br /&gt;好几天不见面也无所谓&lt;br /&gt;你问我为什么把你的信退回&lt;br /&gt;又把照片撕碎毫不后悔&lt;br /&gt;你问我为了什么开始喝酒&lt;br /&gt;而且每次都喝醉&lt;br /&gt;不要说我做得不对 不要说你永远不会&lt;br /&gt;因为我在无意间听见有人叫你宝贝&lt;br /&gt;不要说这是个误会 你不必在我面前流泪&lt;br /&gt;因为我明明听见有人叫你宝贝&lt;br /&gt;你让他叫你宝贝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你问我为什么不再给你安慰&lt;br /&gt;在寒风中漫步有家不回&lt;br /&gt;好几天不见面也无所谓&lt;br /&gt;你问我为什么把你的信退回&lt;br /&gt;又把照片撕碎毫不后悔&lt;br /&gt;你问我为了什么开始喝酒&lt;br /&gt;而且每次都喝醉&lt;br /&gt;不要说我做得不对 不要说你永远不会&lt;br /&gt;因为我在无意间听见有人叫你宝贝&lt;br /&gt;不要说这是个误会 你不必在我面前流泪&lt;br /&gt;因为我明明听见有人叫你宝贝&lt;br /&gt;不要说我做得不对 不要说你永远不会&lt;br /&gt;因为我在无意间听见有人叫你宝贝&lt;br /&gt;不要说这是个误会 你不必在我面前流泪&lt;br /&gt;因为我明明听见有人叫你宝贝&lt;br /&gt;你让他叫你宝贝&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-2218312581541004557?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/2218312581541004557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=2218312581541004557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/2218312581541004557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/2218312581541004557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='听见有人叫你宝贝'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-2466883110077693595</id><published>2009-05-16T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:04:53.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我的爸爸</title><content type='html'>曰： 悄悄的我走了， 真如我悄悄的来， 我挥一挥衣袖， 不带走一片云彩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    拿得起要放得下， 做人要想开点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是我爸&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-2466883110077693595?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/2466883110077693595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=2466883110077693595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/2466883110077693595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/2466883110077693595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_16.html' title='我的爸爸'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-6814555009292479367</id><published>2009-05-15T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:51:16.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friends</title><content type='html'>Getting through this whole week was a tough one. Thank God that I still have a group of best friends beside me, supporting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends are friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  who will accompany you all the while, no matter what time it is&lt;br /&gt;  who will turn up even though you didn't ask&lt;br /&gt;  who will wait for your call without asking you to call&lt;br /&gt;  who will take initiative to keep in touch with you&lt;br /&gt;  who will spend the time with you even though he has something more important to do&lt;br /&gt;  who will constantly message you to comfort you&lt;br /&gt;  who will worry you more than himself&lt;br /&gt;  who will try to diverge your focus to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;  who will reply to you even though he already sleeps&lt;br /&gt;  who will say sorry because he couldn't make it&lt;br /&gt;  who will spread the news for you even though you didn't ask&lt;br /&gt;  who will send you regards when you really need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what a friend for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all of you who have been with me all this while. Thank you for your support only then I can be tough and strong to face the reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-6814555009292479367?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/6814555009292479367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=6814555009292479367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6814555009292479367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6814555009292479367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-friends.html' title='Best friends'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-307926237139364743</id><published>2009-05-13T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:52:58.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>命中注定</title><content type='html'>你相信命中注定吗？ 我们的人生已被主宰， 所以有些事情是百百会发生的。 要怎么删， 怎么躲也是没有用。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;树欲静而风不至， 子欲养而亲不在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好好珍惜眼前一切， 特别是你心爱的人， 因为有些事是没有预告的， 要发生时谁也躲不掉。到时后悔莫及也余事无补&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-307926237139364743?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/307926237139364743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=307926237139364743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/307926237139364743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/307926237139364743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='命中注定'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-5768690817603629291</id><published>2009-05-13T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:04:56.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my Dad</title><content type='html'>Suppose I on Monday was a great day after coming back from the interview in Kelantan the day before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fetching my mum back from work, it was around 6pm, I suddenly heard someone's calling my house. Thank God that my house phone there's a caller ID. It was a call from my Dad. But then when I picked it up, no one answered. So I called back to see why he paged for me. Surprisingly, another guy answered the phone call. I was like, 'Oh sorry, wrong number'. But the guy put me on hold on the call, asking, 'Are you the son? Please ask your mum here!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, exactly, my Dad was involved in an accident and he was warded by the time I received the call. Quickly, my aunts, my mum and I rushed down to Sungai Buloh Hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the journey, I felt my hands holding the handphone was sweat-drenched. My heart was worried and pain. I couldn't even cry out, no tears came out no matter how hard I tried. I guess that's the real sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached was around 10pm. Dad was lying on the bed unconsciously. I couldn't help but weeping. According to the doctor and the nurses, Dad was actually brain dead when they carried out the X-ray radiation. The doctor, to maintain his hearbeat to let the family see him, he used the aid of the apparatus to help Dad to breathe and injected some medicine in order to make the heart continue to beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my brothers, one from Singapore and the other from Malacca managed to get back in time to see Dad. They reached the hospital at about 12am on Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunts and mum couldn't bear the waiting and tiredness, so they followed my one of my aunts who is staying in KL back to her condo while three of us stayed there to accompany Dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of us took turns to take care of Dad who was lying on the bed in the Critical zone of the emergency department. I was too tired, I took a 40 winks at 2am. I was woke at 3 something when my brother told me Dad's pulse was dropping tremenduosly. Immediately, I called my aunt to fetch the other aunts and mum there at once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's pulse didn't seem any better. I guess he could hear us. When his pulse dropped below 20, we asked him to stand for a while because mum was on her way. His pulse suddenly raised to 20+. Once mum reached and comfort Dad to go peacefully, believe it or not, Dad's pulse immediately dropped to zero within one minute. That's the screen where we usually see on the televisyen when a person dies, a straight line appears. It was around 3.40am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad needed to be sent for post-mortem. So, we went back to my aunt's condo to stay for a few hours. I totally didn't get any sleep. Couldn't, I couldn't. Tears dropped unceasingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we went to make a report in order to claim Dad's body. At the hospital, due to the late sent-in of the police report, the post-mortem had been delayed. It started on 3pm instead of in the moning that day. We waited in the hospital from around 11am till we claimed the corpse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearse was there also. We claimed Dad's body at around 4.30pm. He was being carried into the hearse and my brothers and I followed the hearse behind. Along the way, we shouted for Dad to go home with us. We reached Ipoh at about 7pm. Naked Dad was then being put on smart clothes. I couldn't help but crying every time I saw Dad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was then sent back to home. The ceremony will be on tonight and tomorrow night. The funeral will be on friday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause of death was due to an accident. Dad was riding a bike-we suspected he didn't wear a helmet-when he rammed into a Vitara at Jalan Taiping in Kampung Baru, Sungai Buloh. The celeberum of his brain was hit brutally on the window of the car. The pillion rider was safe and he went nowhere to be found now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all my friends, my best friends who accompanied me all the while when I was so lost! Thanks for your help, everyone. Anyone who wants to come to pay my dad's last respect, you're mostly welcomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-5768690817603629291?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/5768690817603629291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=5768690817603629291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5768690817603629291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5768690817603629291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-my-dad.html' title='I miss my Dad'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-4046301127148215707</id><published>2009-04-28T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:40:35.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventurous Trip</title><content type='html'>Sok sok aka gou mui Toh Mean, Leng leng aka lan ren Wei Ching, and Zeng zeng aka da tou Chinn Hooi joined me for this adventurous ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Tempurung Cave (again for me, twice within a week). Owing to shortage of time, we could only take the Top Of The World package, that's dry walking. Another group of four was asking us to join them for the wet package but we refused, they seemed like quite mad at us. Haha. We got a chance to walk on the stream when played the water. Not bad, only for 9 bucks. Haha. Three of them got super good imagination. They could imagine many many very extraodinary images. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Kampar to eat the famous curry chicken in the bread. Jin Ling. They bought many biscuits as souvenir and we got back to our table, we were startled when we saw the three plates of food on the table, were so big. We were so afraid that we couldn't finish all of them. To our surprise, we managed to finish the three plates till so clean and tidy. Haha. I guess we were too tired and all the food that we ate in the morning had already been digested when we walked in the cave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventure had yet to end. We found out we were running out of time when we finished our lunch. So, I sped until very terrible. They were like riding a roller coaster back to the bus station. Thank God that we manage to reach the station and the bus was still waiting. I guess they did have a 'pleasant' stay in Ipoh. Haha. All the best my friends! Will be going to miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sfcg71q6EqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FfyCFdcMo4M/s1600-h/P1040544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sfcg71q6EqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FfyCFdcMo4M/s320/P1040544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329764896407687842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Gua Tempurung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sfcg78fygVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nXZ3cifpcSE/s1600-h/P1040550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sfcg78fygVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nXZ3cifpcSE/s320/P1040550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329764898240102738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say cheeseeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sfcg8BikPgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FEv73TNaMdw/s1600-h/P1040559.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/_HossmXo_fuM/Sfcg8BikPgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FEv73TNaMdw/s320/P1040559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329764899593928194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stairs are steep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sfcg8Eau4jI/AAAAAAAAAKA/soWPsAipERA/s1600-h/P1040570.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/_HossmXo_fuM/Sfcg8Eau4jI/AAAAAAAAAKA/soWPsAipERA/s320/P1040570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329764900366377522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sfcg8fJ424I/AAAAAAAAAKI/iwshWmADABY/s1600-h/P1040582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sfcg8fJ424I/AAAAAAAAAKI/iwshWmADABY/s320/P1040582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329764907543485314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How messy they were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfciRIvx7PI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tXW0YLJItaY/s1600-h/P1040591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfciRIvx7PI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tXW0YLJItaY/s320/P1040591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329766361817279730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfciRHLmOiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CXCaDhDRv4M/s1600-h/P1040592.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SfciRHLmOiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CXCaDhDRv4M/s320/P1040592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329766361397082658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness! How could we finish this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfciReZltkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oKUGPDh65XE/s1600-h/P1040594.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SfciReZltkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oKUGPDh65XE/s320/P1040594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329766367629784642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, they could!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-4046301127148215707?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/4046301127148215707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=4046301127148215707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/4046301127148215707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/4046301127148215707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/04/adventurous-trip.html' title='Adventurous Trip'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sfcg71q6EqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FfyCFdcMo4M/s72-c/P1040544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-1440810129639093163</id><published>2009-04-23T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:27:09.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling</title><content type='html'>Today, my friends came to find me in Ipoh, asking me to bring them around Ipoh. I brought them to have ba ku tea and then went to Tempurung cave and Kellie's castle. Thought both of these places are near Ipoh, I hadn't been to any of them, quite embarrassing. Those who joined were Ee San and Pooi Mun from Sungai Siput and Li Shan and Hui Xian from Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one very 'extraordinary' phrase by Pooi Mun's friend, 'To be honest, not cheap to enter the cave' Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBmPtQWVBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-x0rtMSUsFQ/s1600-h/P1040326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBmPtQWVBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-x0rtMSUsFQ/s320/P1040326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327870779211535378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stones with crystal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBmPz1vfBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Vjr-zT8rCrs/s1600-h/P1040339.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBmPz1vfBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Vjr-zT8rCrs/s320/P1040339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327870780978986002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're stepping on the stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBmP2gt3hI/AAAAAAAAAIo/y5-FLzbDBs4/s1600-h/P1040353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBmP2gt3hI/AAAAAAAAAIo/y5-FLzbDBs4/s320/P1040353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327870781696106002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBmQvpyp6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/-rTpq8gxsew/s1600-h/P1040456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBmQvpyp6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/-rTpq8gxsew/s320/P1040456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327870797034989474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellie's Castle, with a model posing with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBmQRcD9nI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XEj3sD0W6nA/s1600-h/P1040449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBmQRcD9nI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XEj3sD0W6nA/s320/P1040449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327870788924339826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I looking at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBofw8hASI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bgerj_d2nTE/s1600-h/P1040521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBofw8hASI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bgerj_d2nTE/s320/P1040521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327873254103253282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing before we left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBofkz_u_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/e9zCj_WR4q0/s1600-h/P1040507.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBofkz_u_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/e9zCj_WR4q0/s320/P1040507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327873250846292978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so disturbing, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBofafTElI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UOz9HrFz_HA/s1600-h/P1040494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBofafTElI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UOz9HrFz_HA/s320/P1040494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327873248075125330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired after climbing the whole castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBofC8o29I/AAAAAAAAAJI/hTUDuHelTu4/s1600-h/P1040485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBofC8o29I/AAAAAAAAAJI/hTUDuHelTu4/s320/P1040485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327873241755737042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unique storeroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBofHLl2aI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bGuDQ3JrOKg/s1600-h/P1040474.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBofHLl2aI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bGuDQ3JrOKg/s320/P1040474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327873242892196258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rooftop tennis court&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-1440810129639093163?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/1440810129639093163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=1440810129639093163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1440810129639093163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1440810129639093163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-my-friends-came-to-find-me-in.html' title='Travelling'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SfBmPtQWVBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-x0rtMSUsFQ/s72-c/P1040326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-8940661987880271090</id><published>2009-04-20T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:26:38.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>毕业之歌</title><content type='html'>今天有点无奈， 所以开了开钢琴就这样在黑白键上跳跃。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;翻翻歌谱， 想想要弹奏什么歌曲。 看到我曾为毕业时写的歌， &lt;说不出口&gt;， 发梓篇词 的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我重听回这首歌时， 不禁眼眶又塞满了眼泪， 我很不舍得我的朋友， 无论是新还是旧的。 这次的一别， 我想有蛮多的朋友我再也不会见到的， 只有美好的记忆在脑海里盘旋着。 谢谢你们配过我的一段日子， 我永远都不会忘记， 因为有些东西不是金钱或任何东西可以代替的。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;说不出口&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁的背影让我有错觉&lt;br /&gt;人海中有你的气息&lt;br /&gt;你曾说过的话语环绕我心里&lt;br /&gt;命运的美全因为你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有谁除了你填满这空虚&lt;br /&gt;孤独中紧握我的手&lt;br /&gt;我期待明天的到来因为有你&lt;br /&gt;傻傻地呆在这里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日落的瞬间我才学会珍惜&lt;br /&gt;珍惜你我曾诉说过的对不起&lt;br /&gt;好害怕会忘记你的脸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记忆是一个行禳   流浪世界的翅膀&lt;br /&gt;放开了我的感伤 了望最后的夕阳&lt;br /&gt;我不想我的眼眶 有着离别的泪光&lt;br /&gt;侵袭我的是想念 得不到的是吹怜&lt;br /&gt;我会一直等待   可是无法取代&lt;br /&gt;说白了是我不舍得离去放下你的勇气&lt;br /&gt;昨日脑海的回忆 是你留下的痕迹&lt;br /&gt;不说再见是我怕你泪流还是我说不出口&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-8940661987880271090?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/8940661987880271090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=8940661987880271090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8940661987880271090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8940661987880271090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='毕业之歌'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-8663044593396642639</id><published>2009-04-19T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:25:57.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation dinner</title><content type='html'>Everyone was flocking back from Matric yesterday. Too bad that our graduation night was  not successfully held. So, we made a decision to hold our own graduation night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked all those Matrician from Ipoh to have a dinner; a streamboat with barbeque at the restaurant in Bercham. We turned out to be the noisiest table and all the eyes on us every time we broke into laughter. We were so high till that we stood the whole while eating and barbequeing. We even wasted much food but we 'camouflaged' them under the bowl and soup. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SewFTgJJV6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/14S5qVIJsgQ/s1600-h/P1040270.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SewFTgJJV6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/14S5qVIJsgQ/s320/P1040270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326638291876403106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah....like don't have to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SewGfPWPrWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Tr-gKdt9PTo/s1600-h/P1040271.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SewGfPWPrWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Tr-gKdt9PTo/s320/P1040271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326639593037999458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forgot we needed to pay if we couldn't finish them. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SewGfd1LePI/AAAAAAAAAII/h695cZluk2c/s1600-h/P1040273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SewGfd1LePI/AAAAAAAAAII/h695cZluk2c/s320/P1040273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326639596925843698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SewGfDH8svI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fQL7-tZdp2Y/s1600-h/P1040272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SewGfDH8svI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fQL7-tZdp2Y/s320/P1040272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326639589756809970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gals....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SewGfdBoahI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5V82AfEKm_w/s1600-h/P1040274.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SewGfdBoahI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5V82AfEKm_w/s320/P1040274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326639596709636626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All bio stream except for one...haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-8663044593396642639?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/8663044593396642639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=8663044593396642639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8663044593396642639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8663044593396642639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/04/graduation-dinner.html' title='Graduation dinner'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SewFTgJJV6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/14S5qVIJsgQ/s72-c/P1040270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-1078790965073898003</id><published>2009-04-19T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:24:39.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is over</title><content type='html'>I didn’t know why I felt so sad about leaving the college. I’d been waiting for this moment for so long. This eleven-month long pre-U was like a dream for me. I was like dreaming and now I woke up. How good if it were a dream, so I won’t be missing anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember vividly, the very first day when I stepped into this college, I was all alone without anyone whom I knew came in here. I started to live independently for the first time. At the evening, we were asked to gather at the field of the college. I dressed like a worker, so weird that time. No wonder everyone was looking so curiously at me. Honestly, I totally didn’t know any rule of the Malay communities that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the gathering, all the non-Bumis were asked to gather at lecture hall two. This was where the game begun. I got to be the leader of the group right and that made me got to know many new friends and seniors. It was a tiring and torture orientation week for all the non-Malays. We needed to run for both, our practicum and also the moral lecture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disciplinary action taken during the moral lecture was a strict one. There’re a few seniors who ‘acted’ as discipline master but actually they did that on purpose, just to give us a surprise for those whose birthday were on that particular month, month of May. Every one was in tears when it came to the last orientation week. There’s a hugging session for us where every one started to weep and hug each other. We then lined on two sides, welcoming all of our facilitators out from the lecture hall. I missed them so much, especially Kok Hun, who taught me a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been a very leisure year for me. I seldom studied until final or exam came. That’s why; it would be very difficult and hard for me during the study week. But thank God, every thing was over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the people here very much, particular all my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one I knew and now became my dearest:&lt;br /&gt;Tai Yen Teng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends:&lt;br /&gt;Teng Chun Yi and Rocky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister:&lt;br /&gt;Jia Meng, Jin Yee, Yun Xian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecture mates:&lt;br /&gt;Ah Hiao Kam Siew, lan ren Wei Ching, da tou Chinn Hooi, san za ean Pheng, Vila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicum mates:&lt;br /&gt;Sa po Kit Kei, sok sok Toh Mean, Izzat, Afifi, Faiz, Faizso, Jee, Fazline, Nik, Muni, Muna, Fairus, Shima, Dayah, Asma, Ecah, Susana, Illah, Zuli, Aina, Nanatuk, Fizra, Faridah, Faridah, Zuhaili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block mates:&lt;br /&gt;Vincent, Woei Kang, Ting Yik gor gor, Ah Lai, Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir:&lt;br /&gt;Ai Ting, Li En, Liu Yan, Chiew Chin, Qi Feng, Kee Thiam, Su Wen jie jie, Yong Shun, Hui Ming, Hui Li, Yee Chee, Chee How, Hui Xian, Jin Nee, Swee Suang, Sien Hooi, Emily, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perak gang:&lt;br /&gt;Wei Ying, Tai Bang, Kok Lye, Wen Qing, Bao Ying, Wai Loon, Ee San, Pooi Mun, Hui Yi, Song Dwo, nen nen Wen Nian, Wei Xiang, Ah Tai, Onn, Shoun Qi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscellaneous:&lt;br /&gt;Jiao Jiao, Shang Jin, Guan Zhi, Zhi Mei, You Ming, Eric, Da Ming, Ah Chun, Ah Chuan, Guo Jin, Chow, Huai Lye, Xin Loong, Hardi, Ke Xin, Wan Shi, KY, Hema, banana Suk Ning, Wilson Wei Chuan, Guan Zhi, Yong Xiang, Fu Kang, Qin You, Rong Bin, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior:&lt;br /&gt;Kok Hun, Jackson, Zhe Hao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures:&lt;br /&gt;Miss Choo Ai Joo, Mr Heng Kuang Yeow, Miss Teh Kai Li, Mr Choong, Mr Chai Mun, Miss Seah Li Ping, Pn Mushita, En Hashim, Pn Nooraini,  En Ibrahim, Pn. Hanna, Pn. Fazlinah, Pn. Hasnah, Pn Sheila, Cik Saliza, Pn Siti Aliza, Mr Azman, En Muzaidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-1078790965073898003?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/1078790965073898003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=1078790965073898003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1078790965073898003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1078790965073898003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/04/everything-is-over.html' title='Everything is over'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-2050080770878731968</id><published>2009-03-30T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:32:36.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Yi Herng</title><content type='html'>1. Real name: Lee Kok Yew aka James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname: Jamesy Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Zodiac Sign: Capricon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Male or female: Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Elementary: SRJK (C) Sam Tet, Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Middle School: SMJK Sam Tet, Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. High school: SMJK Sam Tet, Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. College School:  Penang Matriculation College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hair colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Long or short: Short gua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Loud or quiet: see lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Sweats or Jeans: sweats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Phone or camera: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Health freak: no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Drink or smoke: drink, but only nice wine and beer, no smoking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have a crush on someone?? what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Eat or drink: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Piercings: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Tattoos: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. First piercing: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. First best friend: many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. First award: forgot, I guess in primary school one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. First crush: Not sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. First pet: errrr...bear bear consider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. First big vacation: errr...australia? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. First big birthday: 19th birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. eating: just finished my lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. drinking: cannot bring water into the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. I am about to: Sleep!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. listening to: chit-chattings of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Plans for today: Study gua, exam soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. waiting for: exam to over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Want kids? surely yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Want to get married? no doubt yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Careers in mind: specialist doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Is Better in the boy/girl you like??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Lips or eyes: Both.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Shorter or taller: shorter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Romantic or spontaneous: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Nice stomach or nice arms: not that care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Sensitive or loud: both nither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Trouble maker or hesitant: Neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. lost glasses/contacts: No. but spoilt yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Ran away from home: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Held a gun/knife for self defense: No, Im safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Killed somebody: Are you crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Broken some one's heart: I think so gua &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Been arrested: No.. I am a good guy la ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died: Yes gua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Yourself: Sometimes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles: Yes !! there can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight: Yes,that maybe true love also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Santa Claus: Yes, but until now I have not received any present from Santa le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Tooth Fairy: No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Kiss on the first date: don't know wo, I didn't try it before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer truthfully:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? already with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? Yes, I appreciate what is with me now.. There are many people outside there who aren't so lucky as I am.. Thanks God for all HIS Blessings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Do you believe in God: DEFINITELY YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people:&lt;br /&gt;Im good boy, normally don't tag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-2050080770878731968?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/2050080770878731968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=2050080770878731968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/2050080770878731968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/2050080770878731968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-yi-herng.html' title='Tagged by Yi Herng'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-2082735397931950664</id><published>2009-03-28T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:01:11.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>After planning for about two weeks, the day had finally come. It was a preparation to celebrate one of my best friends' birthday. And so, we decided to give him a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two organisers; Jun Xian and I. I was responsible to contact all the other people outside Taylor's while ah Teh was being counted on to contact Hojun's friends in Taylor's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the evening itself, he really did get shock, I guess according to him when seeing Fatt Chi, me and his group of friends celebrating with him. Haha. His 'good' classmates pushed him down the pool and I pasted the SECRET RECIPE cake on his face. I was no better than Choong Ai. She even picked out slice by slice to paste it on Hojun's whole face, making him an Idian boy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sc4i77bNQqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/M5dYU-0FmyQ/s1600-h/P1030942.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/Sc4i77bNQqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/M5dYU-0FmyQ/s320/P1030942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318226622930567842"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drizzling yet didn't seem to give it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later then we moved to Yen's steamboat restaurant, some where behind Sunway Pyramid to continue our celebration and for our dinner. It was my first time to celebrate birthday with my friends eating steamboat. Haha. Anyway, that child Fatt Chi always wanted to eat ice-cream. The most crucial part of the restaurant was the fried chicken wing. Accordingly, it was VERY popular and after 3 seconds ( said by Choong Ai) the whole tray of chicken wings would be gone. Thanks for ah Teh who inadventently successful in grabbing us a plate of them. Actually, it's not as tasty as what they had been fighting for, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, the present. Hojun's classmates gave him a 'rolex'(according to ah Teh. but actually is casio) watch and ex-Sam Tetian gave him a MU nike shirt. Besides, we bought him a secret recipe chocolate indulgence cake (his favourite according to his sister) and sang him birthday song, together with all the others in the restaurant. Surprisingly, after we sang him the birthday song, few other tables also singing birthday song, I wonder how come so many people's birthday on the same day, or they just wanted to copy us to stir up the atmosphere. Who cares, anyway. Haha. Then, we made a toast and others followed, as usual. Haha. So many copy cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sc4lZ6f7L_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/xxBK5fNs4SE/s1600-h/P1030950.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sc4lZ6f7L_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/xxBK5fNs4SE/s320/P1030950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318229337101250546"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part was the gun-mouth Choong Ai. I was so impressed by what came out from her mouth, it was like I was paying for a humurous movie show. Few of us laughed unceasingly till my stomach was so pain. I felt pity for Danny, her boy friend, who had to pratise his fake smile in front of the mirror everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, there were some leftovers of the cake. No one could finish it. The most interesting thing was that we were actually using spoon to eat the cake. Haha. So messy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT id="BLOG_video-b0286f3810abf96" class="BLOG_video_class" width="320" height="266" contentId="b0286f3810abf96"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-2082735397931950664?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/2082735397931950664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=2082735397931950664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/2082735397931950664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/2082735397931950664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/03/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/Sc4i77bNQqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/M5dYU-0FmyQ/s72-c/P1030942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-7046088109049821410</id><published>2009-03-21T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T02:37:32.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Cross?</title><content type='html'>Whatever your cross,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be sunshine, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you may stumble,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps even fall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God's always ready,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer your call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows every heartache,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sees every tear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word from His lips,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can calm every fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sorrows may linger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly vanish,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dawn's early light... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Savior is waiting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere above,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you His grace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And send you His love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your cross,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God always sends rainbows... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get out of difficulty, one must usually go through it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-7046088109049821410?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/7046088109049821410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=7046088109049821410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/7046088109049821410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/7046088109049821410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/03/heavy-cross.html' title='Heavy Cross?'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-7175355828634444270</id><published>2009-03-14T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:02:56.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>Can anyone tell me what love actually is? Is that if you have a boy friend or a girl friend will show that you know what love is? Is that if you're engaged and it means that you know what love really is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come across numerous kinds of people. Firstly, for those who engaged. The groom in his 80s, who is filthy rich, marries a women in her 20s.  Are you sure both of them are really in love with each other? Well, for instance, take a look at those celebrities, particularly those eastern ones. How many times have they been divorcing and re-marrying? Do they really love each other when they get engaged? I doubt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, those teenagers. They used to say that they were in love with who, and who and who, but in the end, all were puppy loves and eventually ended up suffering or nothing. Do they really know what love is? If they cherish so much the love and the relationsip, why would they break up in the long run? The love was shared by some other people, maybe? Or they didn't really love each other though in relationship initially?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a friend, best friend of mine, who always wanted to have a gf. He kept complaining that after living for 19 years and he felt himself was damn miserable because he didn't have a gf before. Is this the very particular person, no offence okay, really wants to be in relationship, just to fulfil his desire to have a gf or he will really love her? I don't know. Especially for the first love, do you really know what love is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many years till now, I still can't find an answer to my question, what is love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-7175355828634444270?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/7175355828634444270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=7175355828634444270' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/7175355828634444270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/7175355828634444270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-love-is.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-7807262556109086821</id><published>2009-02-28T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:58:18.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forked road</title><content type='html'>I just found I have another option to pursue my tertiary education. I only told few of my friends about it because I didn't know whether to opt for the alternative option. Though the new option will far more glitter my prospect, I will loss many thing into the bargain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my best friends, my aunt, and my family also want me to choose the second option. But, that would be very long and many things I will have to worry about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the things also will have to wait until my second final results come out then only can decide on what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-7807262556109086821?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/7807262556109086821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=7807262556109086821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/7807262556109086821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/7807262556109086821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/02/forked-road.html' title='Forked road'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-5306795585093323889</id><published>2009-02-10T21:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:55:09.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trembling</title><content type='html'>Oh my god, few more hours I'm going to have my singing Idol competition! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrgh....So scare. Everyone, please wish me luck!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-5306795585093323889?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/5306795585093323889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=5306795585093323889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5306795585093323889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5306795585093323889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/02/trembling.html' title='Trembling'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-6111922906220224901</id><published>2009-02-06T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:11:49.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy schedule ahead</title><content type='html'>With preparation for oncoming Chinese New Year celebration, couple with English week's activities, I was busy till could hardly breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year celebration, I was involved in the choir committee.&lt;br /&gt;English week, I was involved in KMPP Idol, Choir, and Spelling Bee Competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All programmes with deadline next week. Thank god that I still have a bunch of helpful committees and members like ah mui, ai ting, sifu. But that's only for my choir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday : Night, meetings and practices&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Rehearsal, crosscountry run &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: KMPP Idol, CNY celebration&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Drama presentation, spelling bee competition&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Choir competition&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-6111922906220224901?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/6111922906220224901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=6111922906220224901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6111922906220224901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6111922906220224901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-schedule-ahead.html' title='Busy schedule ahead'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-5521913619052252401</id><published>2009-01-25T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:25:58.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pre-new year gift for me</title><content type='html'>It was December 29th, according to lunar calendar. After a prompt dinner, my brother, my mum and I went to Jusco to do some shopping, again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around five minutes after we left, my brother called up. He said our house was on fire, but luckily was successfully under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We immediately turned our head back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reached home, the house was blackout. The smell of burning the electronics was drifted along the air, terribly awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my brother, he didn't know how to utilise the fire extinguisher, and caused a big mess all over the house. I just cleaned the whole house the day before. So damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's already considered as very lucky because there're someone in the house to put out the fire. If there's no one at home, I don't dare to imagine what will happen to my house. Raze to the ground I guess. Now I realise how come during pre-dawn those houses can easily caught fire and those victims were burnt inside as well. Thanks god again no one was hurt. My friend asked me to go pray pray. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad even called the fire brigade. Lol. Here are some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SX0e-Wzh17I/AAAAAAAAAHY/pn-KCRga2ew/s1600-h/P1030109.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SX0e-Wzh17I/AAAAAAAAAHY/pn-KCRga2ew/s320/P1030109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295422793480001458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SX0e-ePHF_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eYQ4h2FqLJw/s1600-h/Photo0214.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SX0e-ePHF_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eYQ4h2FqLJw/s320/Photo0214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295422795474737138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SX0e-SS1c-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/NwQYep-TKbg/s1600-h/Photo0213.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SX0e-SS1c-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/NwQYep-TKbg/s320/Photo0213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295422792269132770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-5521913619052252401?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/5521913619052252401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=5521913619052252401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5521913619052252401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5521913619052252401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/01/pre-new-year-gift-for-me.html' title='A pre-new year gift for me'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SX0e-Wzh17I/AAAAAAAAAHY/pn-KCRga2ew/s72-c/P1030109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-4786637758210308233</id><published>2009-01-22T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T02:25:50.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless Me</title><content type='html'>Have been wandering in my house nearly a week time yet I didn't come up with any good plan to kill my time better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of going Genting, due to transport, aborted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of going Cameron, due to no one, aborted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of going KL, due to no one too, aborted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've spent all my time, I don't know how somehow, all at my home doing nothing. Feel a bit useless. Hope to see my friends who are coming back from college soon. COme on!!! Come back faster. I'm going to bored to death!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-4786637758210308233?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/4786637758210308233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=4786637758210308233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/4786637758210308233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/4786637758210308233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/01/useless-me.html' title='Useless Me'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-1852303355408253206</id><published>2009-01-13T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:16:34.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It ends tonight</title><content type='html'>It ends tonight. Muahahhahha. Actually I suppose it ended last night my Mid term exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, really can wipe away the sweat on my forehead after finishing the papers though I know I wouldn't be scoring A for those papers. The questions were indeed easy, but the most terrible thing was that I didn't know how to answer and some even answered wrongly. So what to do? just feeling sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my class ends at 1pm today. Muahahahhaa. Kinda happy, only four-hour class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going back this friday for my midsem break. Muahahahha!!!! Yahoo, break for two weeks. Anticipating!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-1852303355408253206?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/1852303355408253206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=1852303355408253206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1852303355408253206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1852303355408253206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-ends-tonight.html' title='It ends tonight'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-2524960612716305294</id><published>2009-01-04T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T05:10:40.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday surprise has yet to end</title><content type='html'>When I went to back to college yesterday, my dearest gave me a special present where there's only one in the world. Hand-made. Kinda nice and I honestly very love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SWGe5PGse2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/LJVN0U3Ru24/s1600-h/Photo0011.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SWGe5PGse2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/LJVN0U3Ru24/s320/Photo0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287682143654017890" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SWGe5MVyL2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/3mJDUgimWjA/s1600-h/Photo0010.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SWGe5MVyL2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/3mJDUgimWjA/s320/Photo0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287682142911999842" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SWGe4-aBn5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/dQgxiqGDCUc/s1600-h/Photo0009.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SWGe4-aBn5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/dQgxiqGDCUc/s320/Photo0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287682139171692434" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at night, I was planned to mug for my chemistry quiz for the next day, my classmate suddenly called me, saying that the quiz would be at that night and wanted me to go to the library immediately. &lt;br /&gt;But it suddenly turned out to be&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-264971611150ef19" 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://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D264971611150ef19%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331415835%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D183C37589FAD4C648A5F18BB3B223E313EDE9195.3ADCF0FDAD98225B99990CEB6ABDDE90F793EB54%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D264971611150ef19%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1yqlTTdjt8lO0IFr0LlJx6-Iq70&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://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D264971611150ef19%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331415835%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D183C37589FAD4C648A5F18BB3B223E313EDE9195.3ADCF0FDAD98225B99990CEB6ABDDE90F793EB54%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D264971611150ef19%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1yqlTTdjt8lO0IFr0LlJx6-Iq70&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, you should start to watch the movie from the middle part because the highlight is in end of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, this morning, my malay classmate, Shema gave me another present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-2524960612716305294?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=264971611150ef19&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/2524960612716305294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=2524960612716305294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/2524960612716305294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/2524960612716305294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-birthday-surprise-has-yet-to-end.html' title='My birthday surprise has yet to end'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SWGe5PGse2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/LJVN0U3Ru24/s72-c/Photo0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-9074497094751526085</id><published>2009-01-03T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:35:23.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Present from my parents</title><content type='html'>Muahahaha...among all the years, this year I was really having a bumper harvest. Because, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, many people greeted me. Even some who were unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I received the most number of presents this year. From my ex-schoolmates, college mates, Aunt, and my parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing is everything they gave me was the one I was about to buy for myself, like slipper, Hat, soft toy, angpao(from my Aunt, lol) and the thing I've long for, handphone!!!! Ta da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SWASB1nXrSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tjgBsOSN-_s/s1600-h/P1020916.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SWASB1nXrSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tjgBsOSN-_s/s320/P1020916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287245785314340130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mum and dad!!! Thank you everyone who greeted me and gave me present and celebrated with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-9074497094751526085?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/9074497094751526085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=9074497094751526085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/9074497094751526085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/9074497094751526085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/01/present-from-my-parents.html' title='Present from my parents'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SWASB1nXrSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tjgBsOSN-_s/s72-c/P1020916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-7462440915405956268</id><published>2009-01-02T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:56:11.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday wishers</title><content type='html'>Tick Tock Tick Tock...Time was moving kinda fast and a year was passed. My birthday had completed its 365-day journey. So, on the 2nd of January, I intentionally waiting until midnight because I know bunch of my best friends would rush to greet me at the first second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of my expectation, there were some of my classmates even waited till that late in the night purposely to greet me. I was kinda touched on receiving their greetings and wishes. Really thank you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the people who greeted me via msn and sms. They are in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;And again Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen teng, Fatt Chi, Hojun, Hui Ying (Hojun's sister), Shema, Si fu, Rocky, khan, Ah bi (Cousin), Hanson, Gavin, ah Loke, Kam Siew, ah mui Jin Yee, Fizra, Yi Herng, jin jing Chun Ho, ah Looi, Yixiang, Toh Mean, Ean Pheng, Lan Ren(Wei Ching), Wen Yian-Nian, Ron, Ai Ting, Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebook - Paul Leong, Fatt Chi, Yeong, Shiuh Haur, Vincent Chee, David Chee, Jyo Lyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendster - Colby, Yewyew, SYDNEY a.k.a 饼饼, Yenteng, Rocky, Bubbles, Desmun(my cousin), ah Kent, Nicholas, Oi Ling, Miserable boy(from KMPP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss you out? Sorry then. :) Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-7462440915405956268?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/7462440915405956268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=7462440915405956268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/7462440915405956268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/7462440915405956268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/01/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='My birthday wishers'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-1236252035218150648</id><published>2009-01-01T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:37:41.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the brand new year</title><content type='html'>Only now have I had the chance to write my new-year hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all, I guess one of them had already been realised by my friends, that is someone will celebrate and remember my birthday. I really had a bad memory for my last birthday. At least this year was not bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second one, of course will be getting four flat and going into the doctor profession. That's my ambition since I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This followed by wishing everyone, including my family, my friends, live happily ever after and best in health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, wish will be forever with my love one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-1236252035218150648?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/1236252035218150648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=1236252035218150648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1236252035218150648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1236252035218150648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-brand-new-year.html' title='For the brand new year'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-6782944238730895799</id><published>2009-01-01T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:22:09.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Present given by KMPP friends</title><content type='html'>I felt quite happy because I didn't put much expectation on receiving presents for my birthday from my college friends. And here I've got two of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVyJP4GSxdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8I1f_3F-juY/s1600-h/P1020899.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVyJP4GSxdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8I1f_3F-juY/s320/P1020899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286250968475944402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shit was given by a bunch of friends; they are my kuliah mates (Kit Kei, Toh Mean, Kam Siew, Lan ren - Wei Ching, Ean Pheng, and Chinn Hooi), Perak gang ( Wei Xiang, ah Tai, mushroom Hui Yi, Song Dwo cai cai zhi, Wen Yian-nian, Chiew Chin-18 pieces, Fei lou bong-Tai Bang, Wai Loon) and Yen Hoong-daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVyJQdrDa_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/3D1bJcUDtYs/s1600-h/P1020906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVyJQdrDa_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/3D1bJcUDtYs/s320/P1020906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286250978562239474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hat was given by mushroom also, Ai Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for remembering my birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-6782944238730895799?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/6782944238730895799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=6782944238730895799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6782944238730895799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6782944238730895799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-birthdays-present-given-by-kmpp.html' title='My Birthday Present given by KMPP friends'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVyJP4GSxdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8I1f_3F-juY/s72-c/P1020899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-6658619356927673983</id><published>2009-01-01T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:56:38.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Eve</title><content type='html'>Today, 31/12/2008, thought of applying leave to go out from the college at 4pm to go back to Ipoh to count down with my friends in Ipoh, all was ruined by the stupid stupid lecturer. I'll curse him for his entire life, even the next generation fo his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the conversations I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;James,' Cikgu, boleh tak bagi saya keluar petang nanti? Saya nak pergi countdown.'&lt;br /&gt;Idiot, ' Tak boleh, tu bukan budaya kita kan? Kamu buat di dalam kolej-Lah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James, ' Tak boleh cikgu, di sini kita kena balik bilik sebelum sebelas malam. Saya nak main mercun.'&lt;br /&gt;Idiot, ' Tak apa, kamu countdown di blok kamu, saya benarkan kamu main mercun di dataran. Saya akan beritahu felo-felo bahawa tidak akan tangkap kamu.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James, ' Cikgu, saya sangat jujur. Saya memohon dengan alasan yang benar.'&lt;br /&gt;Idiot, ' Sebab kamu jujur, saya tak bagi.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that sets me celebrating my countdown alone in my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-6658619356927673983?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/6658619356927673983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=6658619356927673983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6658619356927673983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6658619356927673983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-eve.html' title='New Year Eve'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-5606864399896548885</id><published>2009-01-01T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:45:14.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Justin</title><content type='html'>幸福套餐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一：被點者請在自己的 BLOG裏寫下答案&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二：請傳另外十位的人.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第三：傳閱人‘請在于這十位當中鬥留言版’ 告知他(她) 被點名了..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第四：這當中的十位的人‘不得拒絕’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第五：被點者‘請注明被誰點暸’ 在哪接到‘在傳給下十位’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第六：這些被點名者’ 你們被點會得到祝福‘並且願望會實現’ 也會得到幸福.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福套餐 NO.1 ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 你的綽號 : Jamesy, Ja-mes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 年齡 : 18岁又363天 =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 生日 : 03/01/1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 星座 : 山羊座&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 興趣 : 上网，睡觉，看戏， 唱歌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 專長 : 跟兴趣一样&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福套餐 NO.2 ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 你有沒有喜歡的人? : 有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 是否在交往? : 有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 現在幸福嗎? : 当然&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 如果上天給你勇氣，最想做什麽事? : 做个有钱人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 如果有天,你愛的人跟你告白的話? : 已经了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福套餐 NO.3 ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 點你的人是 : 阿刊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 他（她）是妳的 : 中学认识的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 他（她）的個性? : 聪明，乖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 認識他（她）多久? : 望了， 中一开始&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 你覺得他（她）怎樣? : 这样&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 你想對他（她) 說什麽 : 记得要帮我逃税&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福套餐 NO.4 ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 最愛的節目 : TVB 剧集&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 最愛的音樂 : 好听的咯。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 最愛的季節 : 冬天， 我喜欢雪花&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 最愛的卡通 : Tom and Jerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 最愛的人 : 家人和朋友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 最愛的顔色 : 蓝， 白， 随便啦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 最愛的國家 : 不是马来西亚就对了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 最愛的天氣 : 雨天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福套餐 NO.5 ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 如果上天給你三個願望: 家人朋友健康，做到医生， 做个有钱人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 你是很專一的人嗎 : 应该是吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 最深刻的回憶 : 很多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 你是個很有信心的人嗎? : 不大有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 你很愛微笑嗎 : 我比较喜欢大笑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 如果你要放棄你現在的生活,你願意嗎: 不&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 妄想什麽樣的生活 : 不愁不忧的生活&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 是否橫刀奪愛才是愛 : 不是&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;調卷到此結束‘點人者請至于被點者的留言版’ 告知被點名了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhen mai mai, rocky, wen hao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-5606864399896548885?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/5606864399896548885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=5606864399896548885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5606864399896548885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5606864399896548885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-by-justin.html' title='Tagged by Justin'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-7718850003462392496</id><published>2008-12-28T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:10:49.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>潘裕文 - 夏雨詩</title><content type='html'>昨日在电台听到一首蛮不错的新歌， 现在来给大家介绍介绍 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;潘裕文 - 夏雨詩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作詞：黃建洲  作曲：鄭楠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等候在 驟來的 夏夜暴雨 時間突然靜止&lt;br /&gt;滂沱的 雨勢中 停泊兩段迂回著的心事&lt;br /&gt;忽然間 所有的 談笑風生瞬間嘎然而止&lt;br /&gt;靠著我 擋著妳 風雨之中不讓妳被淋濕&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們在這個城市 流浪多少日子&lt;br /&gt;卻從來沒有想到&lt;br /&gt;有人能夠分享你傾覆的心事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有了妳叮嚀的日子 耳朵總感覺悵然若失&lt;br /&gt;生活上來了又去 得了又失 是妳給我扶持&lt;br /&gt;不斷尋覓錯過了幾次 從來不知愛近在咫尺&lt;br /&gt;回頭發現熬過這些日子 總有你的影子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;紫.ｓè制作  QQ：253057646&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;孤獨在 各自的 人生旅途安靜或是飛馳&lt;br /&gt;遇見了 彼此后 兩個靈魂不再患得患失&lt;br /&gt;有些話 想啟齒 欲言又止你耐心等我解釋&lt;br /&gt;微笑著 不說話 把我抱住讓我像個孩子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在光陰這趟車上 浪費了多少日子&lt;br /&gt;遇見妳卻讓過去 所有的痛楚通通被稀釋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有了妳叮嚀的日子 耳朵總感覺悵然若失&lt;br /&gt;生活上來了又去 得了又失 是妳給我扶持&lt;br /&gt;不斷尋覓錯過了幾次 從來不知愛近在咫尺&lt;br /&gt;回頭發現熬過這些日子 總有你的影子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有了妳傾訴的日子 耳朵就感覺悵然若失&lt;br /&gt;生活上來了又去 得了又失 妳是我的堅持&lt;br /&gt;陪我同游余生的日子 就算走到了窮途末日&lt;br /&gt;天涯咫尺 在人生的白紙 同愉快地寫詩&lt;br /&gt;天涯咫尺 在人生的白紙 同愉快地寫詩&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-7718850003462392496?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/7718850003462392496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=7718850003462392496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/7718850003462392496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/7718850003462392496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='潘裕文 - 夏雨詩'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-7280818781410753396</id><published>2008-12-27T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T07:13:09.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I received sms from Shiuh Haur to fetch him&lt;br /&gt;Last evening Fatt Chi msn me to fetch him and Hojun&lt;br /&gt;Last night Fatt Chi called again to fetch ah teh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was their chauffeur just now. I was told that today's gathering is to celebrate Wai Khan's birthday. So, after fetching all those VIPS, I went to take Khan's butter cake and headed to Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to celebrate Khan's birthday in Kbox. So, eight of us - Me, Fatt Chi, Hojun, Khan, Kent, Jian Herng, Ah Teh and Shiuh Haur checked in first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 3pm, others - Ah loke, Chan leong, Yeong, Meng Chun, Jasper, Ostan, Lip Sian and mun sok (Sorry if I missed you) all came in. Actually, we bumped into them when we were about to go out for lunch. They asked us go back in because going to blow the cake for Khan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went in and unwrapped the cake. I felt quite suspicious as the cake was wrapped with ribbon which was not the same as the one I bought just now. So I opened it and told my friends they gave us the wrong cake. Because I had an experience that they gave us the wrong cake before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Hojun said, " You sure got the wrong one or not? Check the name there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it written " Happy Birthday To James". I was so astonished. Haha. I really didn't anticipate it and didn't think of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to give people surprise during their birthday and now my turn. I really felt so touching. Really. Thanks a lot for all my friends just now who celebrated my birthday with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I even received a quite dear present - Nike sandal for me. Really thank you. I was really melting. Once again, thank you for all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVZEzHLhr6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/VpQKdAO8Y6M/s1600-h/IMG_0493.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVZEzHLhr6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/VpQKdAO8Y6M/s320/IMG_0493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284486857657266082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVZEy3q2G5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/STnwVlCDJrk/s1600-h/IMG_0496.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVZEy3q2G5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/STnwVlCDJrk/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284486853493660562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two birthday boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVZEyursYOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mGCbXPpy9JA/s1600-h/IMG_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVZEyursYOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mGCbXPpy9JA/s320/IMG_0500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284486851081298146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite touching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVZEyWCg0zI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mlwPIsL5Mqc/s1600-h/IMG_0503.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVZEyWCg0zI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mlwPIsL5Mqc/s320/IMG_0503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284486844466123570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVZEx6q71SI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UVKnAFlP3kw/s1600-h/IMG_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVZEx6q71SI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UVKnAFlP3kw/s320/IMG_0514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284486837119472930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bunch of friends I will never forget, too bad Jasper and Shiuh Haur not in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-7280818781410753396?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/7280818781410753396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=7280818781410753396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/7280818781410753396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/7280818781410753396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-birthday-celebration.html' title='My birthday celebration'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVZEzHLhr6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/VpQKdAO8Y6M/s72-c/IMG_0493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-430450001805690053</id><published>2008-12-26T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:52:40.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Countdown for 2008</title><content type='html'>First, we were picked up by Ah teh's reckless cousin back to his house after waiting for Hojun, Fatt Chi, Yoon Kent and Wai Khan at the Sungai Nibong bus terminal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unloading our baggages, we were honked by his cousin to get downstairs to fetch him to get his car. Then, we straight went for our dinner. Quite a mouthwatering and exquisite one - seafood dinner. Big shock, quite cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, we went back to ah teh's mansion. His house was indeed filthy and dusty due to unfinished renovation. I couldn't stand so I helped to mop the room. After changing our outfits, we equipped with all the barbeque 'gadgets' and set out to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were cheated by ah teh. There was no one but us barbequeing at the shore. Anyway, we started the fire by digging a hole and played with the firestarter and charcoal. Thank god we made it. Putting on the wire gauze, we started to grill our food - sausage and fish ball. Got praised by passersby for our creativity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some beer to drink with the meal. Someone under 18 was also drinking beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started our new mission, catching crabs. I accidentally hit a quite-big-in-size crab. One of its legs was hurt. So it stayed on the shore and we could easily caught it. Feeling bad for it. But shouting at the sea together with friends, I felt incredibly jubilant. Then, we countdown-ed by ourselves. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went back at around 1am. We were shocked when we were told the bathroom in the house couldn't be used. Anyway, we also used it as our last resort. At night, the aircond was on at 17 degree celcius. That Fatt Chi was frosen to death. He couldn't stabd anymore after few hours so he decided to raise the temperature to 30 degree celcius. My god, I was like barbeque pork. But he and Khan said very cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the one who said to wake up at 4am to admire sunrise woke up at 8am. Few alarms rang at 7am but no one seemed to bother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-10am Breakfast, fried mee, curry mee, popiah and G-cheong-fun&lt;br /&gt;10-11am I unwittingly drove on to the Penang bridge. Haha&lt;br /&gt;11am-12pm Queensbay&lt;br /&gt;12-1.30pm Laksa&lt;br /&gt;1.30-2pm Travel around gurney drive, didn't enter Gurney due to no parking bay&lt;br /&gt;2-2.30pm Resting&lt;br /&gt;2.30-5pm Beach to play (see in the photographs)&lt;br /&gt;5-6.30pm Resting and bathing&lt;br /&gt;6.30-7.45pm Dinner at hawker, fried mee, fried jelly fish, squid, Hokkien mee, curry mee, Lobak, oyster fried with egg, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all. The photograps in the next post are all about the trip and arranged chronologically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-430450001805690053?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/430450001805690053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=430450001805690053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/430450001805690053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/430450001805690053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-countdown-for-2008.html' title='Christmas Countdown for 2008'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-41257624056482277</id><published>2008-12-26T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:09:20.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographs taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVSytSIMCCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JFJvpW-uCsQ/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVSytSIMCCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JFJvpW-uCsQ/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284044753842472994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing to do is to have our seafood dinner. Try to glance at the background, some prostitutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVS-M4N7jTI/AAAAAAAAABA/IthKDjXZ2Pc/s1600-h/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVS-M4N7jTI/AAAAAAAAABA/IthKDjXZ2Pc/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284057391270956338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got lobster!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVWBu9nIlxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OmK-PoQPGHs/s1600-h/IMG_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVWBu9nIlxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OmK-PoQPGHs/s320/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284272381601814290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vietname source + fried chicken = Vietnam fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVWBuxmw__I/AAAAAAAAAEY/pZo9xSKYvXc/s1600-h/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVWBuxmw__I/AAAAAAAAAEY/pZo9xSKYvXc/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284272378379042802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, this black pepper squid left me the most impression. Though it looked not attractive but it was delectable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVSythdfjaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/SrtAPeNufAM/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVSythdfjaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/SrtAPeNufAM/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284044757958364578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying our best to start the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVWCe-xB16I/AAAAAAAAAEo/fpBCjXcgQQI/s1600-h/IMG_0230.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVWCe-xB16I/AAAAAAAAAEo/fpBCjXcgQQI/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284273206545471394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVWC7TZ-HMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3bhYigRqT3U/s1600-h/IMG_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVWC7TZ-HMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3bhYigRqT3U/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284273693122239682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the fire to grow, seize moment to snap a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVWC7D9hQ9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Sobjmd1yCmY/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVWC7D9hQ9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Sobjmd1yCmY/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284273688976376786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start our supper and waiting to coundown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVSyuM-VQBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SSGI_CG7-Ew/s1600-h/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVSyuM-VQBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SSGI_CG7-Ew/s320/IMG_0289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284044769638826002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to hit the crab. Stop running!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVSyuZbXYdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ICIA9I9s4oc/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVSyuZbXYdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ICIA9I9s4oc/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284044772981826002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad to say that we successfully caught the crab. But this was the crab I hit just now. Haha. No wonder it stayed and let us catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVWDu288MxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mWlS10AUdUo/s1600-h/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVWDu288MxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mWlS10AUdUo/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284274578837484306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Queensbay. Ah Dong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVSyuaJqVgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DLJgNEju1eo/s1600-h/IMG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVSyuaJqVgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DLJgNEju1eo/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284044773176006146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day.....Khan's our first victim......Try to observe the sand we covered above his body pubic sites. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVTD3jzciGI/AAAAAAAAABI/ya2CDdSFGpQ/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVTD3jzciGI/AAAAAAAAABI/ya2CDdSFGpQ/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284063622083676258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next victim...Fatt Chi...Darn, he looked so cosy and quite enjoying himself there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVTD3i7hGZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ljCxO6BOgoo/s1600-h/IMG_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVTD3i7hGZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ljCxO6BOgoo/s320/IMG_0354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284063621849094546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left only a head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVTD34IGtuI/AAAAAAAAABY/VT2YGJHmrow/s1600-h/IMG_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVTD34IGtuI/AAAAAAAAABY/VT2YGJHmrow/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284063627539035874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His height was a bit too...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVTD4IEouMI/AAAAAAAAABg/I8AV2Vh5CUc/s1600-h/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVTD4IEouMI/AAAAAAAAABg/I8AV2Vh5CUc/s320/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284063631819454658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told us he couldn't move. We said we're going back already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVTD4O0qxpI/AAAAAAAAABo/JKo_s1Ajs9U/s1600-h/IMG_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVTD4O0qxpI/AAAAAAAAABo/JKo_s1Ajs9U/s320/IMG_0365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284063633631528594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, told you he's lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUDizRkZtI/AAAAAAAAABw/VqokMcoO3JI/s1600-h/IMG_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUDizRkZtI/AAAAAAAAABw/VqokMcoO3JI/s320/IMG_0393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284133634203477714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woahoooooooooooo....we're actually jumping in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUDjHrDiNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MNYbMqWsQwA/s1600-h/IMG_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUDjHrDiNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MNYbMqWsQwA/s320/IMG_0396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284133639679084754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mmon, let's fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUDjKhkawI/AAAAAAAAACA/3uYwgV3-XXU/s1600-h/IMG_0397.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUDjKhkawI/AAAAAAAAACA/3uYwgV3-XXU/s320/IMG_0397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284133640444603138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thought of lending a hand to punch him, but ended up slipping into the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUDjXtyfeI/AAAAAAAAACI/6c1-0gi5F-w/s1600-h/IMG_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUDjXtyfeI/AAAAAAAAACI/6c1-0gi5F-w/s320/IMG_0405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284133643985518050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retribution for splashing me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUDjqNph1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/1YL_PY49VLw/s1600-h/IMG_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUDjqNph1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/1YL_PY49VLw/s320/IMG_0408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284133648950986578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where's the camera man? In the sea. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUHHsBZF7I/AAAAAAAAACY/vfYiuPYLi0w/s1600-h/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUHHsBZF7I/AAAAAAAAACY/vfYiuPYLi0w/s320/IMG_0421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284137566446622642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waves were striking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUHH_VDz0I/AAAAAAAAACg/1TP3afNiuqg/s1600-h/IMG_0422.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUHH_VDz0I/AAAAAAAAACg/1TP3afNiuqg/s320/IMG_0422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284137571629387586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still could bear with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUHIF8udkI/AAAAAAAAACo/5VO5fMe5zJQ/s1600-h/IMG_0425.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUHIF8udkI/AAAAAAAAACo/5VO5fMe5zJQ/s320/IMG_0425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284137573406373442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here came another strike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVWDulgY2ZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NihMqw-rvWY/s1600-h/IMG_0379.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVWDulgY2ZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NihMqw-rvWY/s320/IMG_0379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284274574154324370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent : Are you okay, if yes snap a photo first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUHIeDcjiI/AAAAAAAAACw/i5VrXCC0aP8/s1600-h/IMG_0435.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUHIeDcjiI/AAAAAAAAACw/i5VrXCC0aP8/s320/IMG_0435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284137579877010978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUHIk4enaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lWDUNIykY-0/s1600-h/IMG_0437.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUHIk4enaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lWDUNIykY-0/s320/IMG_0437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284137581710056866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks sedate as always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUMoNzsA8I/AAAAAAAAADA/kPilVnAPfD8/s1600-h/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUMoNzsA8I/AAAAAAAAADA/kPilVnAPfD8/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284143622829900738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bracing himself for the waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUMoQtMkZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/w0jw_M4-oc8/s1600-h/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUMoQtMkZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/w0jw_M4-oc8/s320/IMG_0441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284143623607980434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little matter only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUMokmKTKI/AAAAAAAAADY/unXvDPLD_Rg/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUMokmKTKI/AAAAAAAAADY/unXvDPLD_Rg/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284143628947180706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still capable of dealing with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUMo6UcW1I/AAAAAAAAADg/wl3fP-urVdg/s1600-h/IMG_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUMo6UcW1I/AAAAAAAAADg/wl3fP-urVdg/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284143634778446674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would not give in so easily!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUOd8isCMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/a_XXql_u9hg/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUOd8isCMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/a_XXql_u9hg/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284145645419759810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help Help!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUNjZlxPkI/AAAAAAAAADw/ijJhLnv85GA/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUNjZlxPkI/AAAAAAAAADw/ijJhLnv85GA/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284144639605030466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up I gave up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUQtPrWuoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ly0oIgESyOM/s1600-h/IMG_0451.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUQtPrWuoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ly0oIgESyOM/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284148107277679234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side, still surviving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUQtItEVWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Yc5BgXFnpYc/s1600-h/IMG_0452.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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUQtItEVWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Yc5BgXFnpYc/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284148105405814114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUQsl2PQCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1yqjgPqN4CU/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG"&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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVUQsl2PQCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1yqjgPqN4CU/s320/IMG_0463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284148096049037346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a family photo before leaving &lt;br /&gt;Front row from left : Khan, Me, Fatt Chi, Hojun&lt;br /&gt;Back row from left  : Kent, Ah Teh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-41257624056482277?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/41257624056482277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=41257624056482277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/41257624056482277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/41257624056482277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-thing-to-do-is-to-have-our.html' title='Photographs taken'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HossmXo_fuM/SVSytSIMCCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JFJvpW-uCsQ/s72-c/IMG_0207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-3806701659470667050</id><published>2008-12-24T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:39:51.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muahahah...Penang trip</title><content type='html'>Guess what, finally it comes to Wednesday already!!! Later my plan will be going to countdown my christmas here, Penang island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit freaking out now because I'm now waiting in the Nibong Tebal express bus station for my friends who are coming from Ipoh to join me. When I arrived, they just reached the Juru toll, which means they just entered Butterworth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, just now when I was sitting my teacher's car to come here, the bridge was slow to a crawl where everyone was rushing back home and travellers are flocking to Penang to celebrate their christmas here as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god that there's free WiFi here, muahahahah,  so to let me waste a bit of my time  doing some nonsense here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later my friend is going to pick me up here as well. Anticipating my two-day Penang trip. Wish me luck, because I'm going to be the driver later. Arghhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-3806701659470667050?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/3806701659470667050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=3806701659470667050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/3806701659470667050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/3806701659470667050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/12/muahahahpenang-trip.html' title='Muahahah...Penang trip'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-1208178986911493683</id><published>2008-12-19T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:59:17.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>Just went to buy tickets with ah teh for going to and fro Penang for Christmas countdown celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, Christmas is coming soon, which means my birthday is also coming soon. Arrggggh....It will be my last 1 in front. After that, no more teenager!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, quite anticipate the countdown celebration with Hojun, Fuck Cibai, Khan, Teh and Kent along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-1208178986911493683?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/1208178986911493683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=1208178986911493683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1208178986911493683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1208178986911493683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/12/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-4277741680227249681</id><published>2008-12-19T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:22:15.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>郭静 - 下一个天亮</title><content type='html'>instructions:&lt;br /&gt;a. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;b. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;c. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN, NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;d. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;e. Put this on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says, "Is this okay?"&lt;br /&gt;曹格&amp;许若宣 - I still believe&lt;br /&gt;(I still believe it's okay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;许志安&amp;陈慧珊 - 苦口凉药&lt;br /&gt;(herbal tea that tasted bitter, ya, like my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;郑秀文 - 终生美丽&lt;br /&gt;(beauty that lasts forever, muahahahhahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;欧得洋 - 幸福车站&lt;br /&gt;(a blessing station, quite happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;孙燕姿 - 原点&lt;br /&gt;(The point of origin, where I used to be the zygote?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;林俊杰 - 小酒窝&lt;br /&gt;(small dimples, a reason?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;萧雅宣 - 不想懂得&lt;br /&gt;(don't want to know, because errrr...Im too complicated? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;罗志祥 - 爱 转角&lt;br /&gt;(found love just when I turn a corner, seeing them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;梁静茹 - 勇气&lt;br /&gt;(bravery - that's very true, I always lack of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Roy - 他不准我哭&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not allowed to cry, any relationship?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;周杰伦 - 心雨&lt;br /&gt;(raining in my heart - of course my heart knows me the best)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Twins - 死心不改&lt;br /&gt;(stubborn - I admit I'll sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your life?&lt;br /&gt;林宇中 - 改嫁&lt;br /&gt;(getting married again - choi choi choi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;吴克群 - 为你写诗&lt;br /&gt;(of course I will recite and write poems for my gf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical - A night to remember&lt;br /&gt;(Muahahahahaha...yes yes yes, really true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;杨千桦 - 可惜我是水瓶座&lt;br /&gt;(any problem with the question??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;SohBibi - the power of goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(ya, I know Im leaving)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;林俊杰 - 翅膀&lt;br /&gt;(wings...so I can fly without having to buy air tickets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown artist - 萍聚&lt;br /&gt;(gathering, erm, sort of, Im fear of not meeting all the ones I love and know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;元若蓝 - 半情歌&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not sharing my love with another person what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;宇恒 - 依然是朋友&lt;br /&gt;(hahahaha...of course still my friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;郭静 - 下一个天亮&lt;br /&gt;(ya, the next day of a new hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag&lt;br /&gt;Rocky&lt;br /&gt;Ah Looi&lt;br /&gt;Lan ren(zheng mai mai)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-4277741680227249681?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/4277741680227249681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=4277741680227249681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/4277741680227249681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/4277741680227249681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/12/instructions.html' title='郭静 - 下一个天亮'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-8610866159497938352</id><published>2008-12-16T21:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:28:35.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a gift</title><content type='html'>Yesterday is a history;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a mystery;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a gift;&lt;br /&gt;That's why we call it a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate each and everyday of our lives. Something will only happen once in a life time and you may not notice it happens even though it already does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do ever let yourself feel regret just because you pass up the chance to treasure it. A moment passed means passed. It'll never back no matter what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure and cherish every moment you're having with anyone beside you. When they're beside you, you may feel they're redundant; but once if they're gone, you'll feel their importance of their existing. So, make a wise choice. To live happily or not, it's all in your hand because you're holding your own token.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-8610866159497938352?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/8610866159497938352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=8610866159497938352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8610866159497938352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8610866159497938352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-gift.html' title='What a gift'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-3682625854196552485</id><published>2008-12-07T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:58:57.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrumptous Spread</title><content type='html'>This morning I went to Sitiawan to have a seafood lunch with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!!!! The place is called Amu Coconut Restaurant, where it is famous for its coconut's flower-brewed beer, which is white in colour. It smells a bit disgusting but it tastes not bad. Give it a try and you'll get addicted like me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we ordered 8 delectable dishes for only 8 persons. Haha. Amazing! We're able to finish them all. Haha. The dishes included fish, prawn, mantis, oyster, crabs and a vege. They were damn fresh and damn splendid. But the price was a bit too high. Will upload the photo next time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-3682625854196552485?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/3682625854196552485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=3682625854196552485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/3682625854196552485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/3682625854196552485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/12/scrumptous-spread.html' title='Scrumptous Spread'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-5764269959129354117</id><published>2008-12-05T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:30:34.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Result day</title><content type='html'>The night before:&lt;br /&gt;Friend of mine: " Hey dude, Im kinda scare, tomorrow.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mou lam hui (in cantonese, don't think about it)." I puntuacted my friend before she could continue. "Let's go to the water tanky beside the surau tomorrow to commit suicide together. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that night, I was a bit shakky but eventually I fell snug asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result day:&lt;br /&gt;I woke up an hour earlier than usual. Kept rolling on the bed, couldn't manage to sleep. Why? Result? Afraid? Anxious? No idea at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result would be out at 10am. My class started at 8am. I kept looking at my watch. The time seemed crawling bit by bit. I listened to my mp3, vying to shake my mind off from the result thing. But I couldn't! My teacher even told us that her class(the class that she was going to distribute the result) all got GOOD result, ALL pointer over 3.0. I got a big shock! What the!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the hour had come. I walked slowly to lecture hall. Outside there, I kept loitering to look for my line. I found it! But the teacher was not around! Oh, she went to a wrong place. Oh ya, I was the first in the queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, please sign your name first. Your name is...Lee Kok Yew?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya!" I replied to her while I was signing on the paper with my trembling hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found my result. She slowly lifted her head, showing a disappointing-like face to me. She said, " Congrats!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just literally couldn't control myself and shouted out! Muahahahhaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wooooooooo....." The others were complaining. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care, I really couldn't hide my feelings anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahhaha!!! But....one thing is, eveyone is asking me for a treat!!! SO unfair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-5764269959129354117?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/5764269959129354117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=5764269959129354117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5764269959129354117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5764269959129354117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/12/result-day.html' title='Result day'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-4182766625473076090</id><published>2008-11-29T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:57:18.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>心願便利貼</title><content type='html'>這兩個星期我都一直不斷地追一套偶像連續劇追到我快瘋了。 竟然想把自己當成裡面的主角。 還好﹐ 我被我的朋友把我從夢中喚醒過來。 無可否認﹐ 戲劇裡的感人片段還牢牢在我的腦海裡。 我只希望它快點消失。但它的歌曲都非常動人及有意義。 就像這首個﹐ ‘心願便利貼’ 是戲劇的片尾曲。 非常動聽。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吴忠明：一天一天贴近你的心 你开心 我关心 &lt;br /&gt;元若蓝：一点一滴我都能感应 你是我最美的相信 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明：等不到双子座流星雨 撒满天际 &lt;br /&gt;元若蓝：先点燃九只仙女棒代替 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明：最灿烂不一定要许多钻石黄金 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明+元若蓝：看你眼睛有幸福的倒影 &lt;br /&gt;元若蓝：把你的讨厌宅急便送到天边 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明：平凡的傻事用了心变成经典 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明+元若蓝：存浪漫的心愿便利贴 贴成无限 就是我们最富有的宣言 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明：把你的喜欢每一天复习两遍 &lt;br /&gt;元若蓝：惊喜的语言我的天通通灵验 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明+元若蓝：你和我的心愿便利贴 贴心里面 收集感动 给以后怀念 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明：等不到双子座流星雨 撒满天际 &lt;br /&gt;元若蓝：先点燃九只仙女棒代替 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明：最灿烂不一定要许多钻石黄金 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明+元若蓝：看你眼睛有幸福的倒影 &lt;br /&gt;元若蓝：把你的讨厌宅急便送到天边 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明：平凡的傻事用了心变成经典 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明+元若蓝：存浪漫的心愿便利贴 贴成无限 就是我们最富有的宣言 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明：把你的喜欢每一天复习两遍 &lt;br /&gt;元若蓝：惊喜的语言我的天通通灵验 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明+元若蓝：你和我的心愿便利贴 贴心里面 收集感动 给以后怀念 &lt;br /&gt;元若蓝：嗒嗒啦 嗒嗒啦 嗒 嗒 啦 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明：嗒 啦啦啦(元若蓝：嗒 嗒啦) &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明：嗒 啦啦啦(元若蓝：嗒 嗒啦) &lt;br /&gt;元若蓝：把你的讨厌宅急便送到天边 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明：平凡的傻事用了心变成经典 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明+元若蓝：存浪漫的心愿便利贴 贴成无限 就是我们最富有的宣言 把你的喜欢每一天复习两遍 &lt;br /&gt;              惊喜的语言都为你提早灵验 你和我的心愿便利贴 贴心里面 收集感动 给以后怀念 &lt;br /&gt;元若蓝：一天一天贴近你的心 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明：一点一滴我都能感应 &lt;br /&gt;吴忠明+元若蓝：你是最美的相信&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-4182766625473076090?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/4182766625473076090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=4182766625473076090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/4182766625473076090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/4182766625473076090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='心願便利貼'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-526391616781799394</id><published>2008-11-29T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:44:23.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>A story origin from someone, but I don't know the one. This is a heartening story forwarded by my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Love&lt;br /&gt;I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''&lt;br /&gt;My heart nearly stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My mommy loves white roses.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.&lt;br /&gt;Was this the family of the little boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The  love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-526391616781799394?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/526391616781799394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=526391616781799394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/526391616781799394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/526391616781799394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-8792844718402036004</id><published>2008-11-28T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:46:55.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreaming</title><content type='html'>Once I got home, I kept watching movie again. The movie I repeatedly watching it. I wish I could be the male main character one day. He has nice body built-up, gorgeous face, reasonable height, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these building castle in the air thanks to fuck cibai. I asked him to go movie but he insisted on not going out. Sighed. But then, I talked to him what absurdity I'd been thinking, he was like destroying my castle and made me to the reality again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, that's right. A guy needs to have wealth and health only. Others, not really the main core of being someone's boy friend, right? Fine, I'll not be going for a plastic surgery anymore!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I nearly forgot, next tuesday, my result will be coming out!!! For god sake, please, my friends, pray for me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-8792844718402036004?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/8792844718402036004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=8792844718402036004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8792844718402036004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8792844718402036004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/11/daydreaming.html' title='Daydreaming'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-8234658994889993713</id><published>2008-11-22T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:24:32.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 movies a day</title><content type='html'>Today I watched two movies - madagascar and 命中註定我愛你(28 episodes in a day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madagascar was being watched in the cinema with my ex-classmates - fuck cibai, hojun, khan khan and ah Teh. The movie was splendid, hilarious, humourous and fascinating! The funny thing was that in the cineplex, only our laughters could be heard, others were so silent though the cineplex was like full house. We were so queer in the sense that, haha, you know, only you're the one who was laughing in the chamber. But it's a movie I would never forget, especially those hilarious scenes and adorable characters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;命中註定我愛你, is a recommended drama series as well. No wonder it achieved the highest viewing rate in Taiwan. If not I won't be watching it till midnight just to watch all the episodes, haha. So far, I mean for Taiwan drama series love story, it's considered as a good and worth watching one. Well, the story you may learn when you're dating as well. Haha. (PS: Fuck cibai, you should learn more)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-8234658994889993713?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/8234658994889993713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=8234658994889993713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8234658994889993713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8234658994889993713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-movies-day.html' title='2 movies a day'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-5310724584637856607</id><published>2008-11-04T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:51:15.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday countdown</title><content type='html'>Two more days before my holiday ends. What a dismay! Semester break is only a week, or be more exactly, not fully a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall what I've been doing during these days were purposeless, save for the concert that night and outing with friends for a movie on Monday. And now, tooooooo bored that I need to spam a post like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing all alone at home, staring at the idiot box with the pc, I think I've gone insane to cure my sadness of the final examination. What to do? The exam is over and I think no more four flat for me. Out of expectation the papers were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I want to warn others. Who said that Matric is easy? Come on! Let's try out the questions! Then you'll know the taste Im feeling now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my holiday. Wondering why holiday always ends so fast that way but during class, the time's like crawling 0.1 second per 0.1 second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-5310724584637856607?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/5310724584637856607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=5310724584637856607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5310724584637856607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5310724584637856607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday-countdown.html' title='Holiday countdown'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-1545683213491465232</id><published>2008-11-02T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:45:23.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again</title><content type='html'>1. Whats your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;Hope to get medicine and eventually become a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How often do you think of committing suicide?&lt;br /&gt;Everytime before exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;Who has?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How many babies you want?&lt;br /&gt;One dozen, enough for a football team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Ask physics students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;Four flat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you believe in eternity love??&lt;br /&gt;Im in in loving, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you say about your life now?&lt;br /&gt;Without any purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;My bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are the requirements you wish from the other half?&lt;br /&gt;Anything she wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is there anything u want to tell the people u hate?&lt;br /&gt;You'd better watch out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Of course, especially those old ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What does flying means to you?&lt;br /&gt;Freedom???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you crave for the most currently?&lt;br /&gt;An executive life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where would your ultimate vacation spot be?&lt;br /&gt;Overseas, any better eveloped country than Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Describe the person who tagged u in 7 words.&lt;br /&gt;You'd better don't ever tag me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What have you done to yourself make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Relax without studying at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What will you become in another 10 years to come?&lt;br /&gt;I can't predict the future, if you do, then you tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your lucky number?&lt;br /&gt;I don't like toto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;Delectable dishes, no matter cheap or expensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Hojun&lt;br /&gt;Fatt Chi&lt;br /&gt;Sang Ah Looi&lt;br /&gt;Ooi Siang&lt;br /&gt;Rocky&lt;br /&gt;Joee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-1545683213491465232?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/1545683213491465232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=1545683213491465232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1545683213491465232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1545683213491465232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-309414290165747796</id><published>2008-10-31T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:11:29.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My feelings...</title><content type='html'>Four months of studying, four weeks of anticipating, four days of enduring, four hours of waiting, four seconds of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final is finally over. I should be in an euphoria mode by now. Instead, of no purpose, I just feel very depressed and dull over nothing. All the three subjects I sat for were very difficult, in the sense of, I've never been exposed to those questions before this. I'm pretty sure no more four flat, maybe there's a little hope, by chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sem break will only be a week, or I should say, not even a full week since I need to get back to my college by friday because I need to sit for my the other three papers for MUET on the next day. How sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, home sweet home. Welcome home James, and happy holiday. Enjoy yourself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-309414290165747796?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/309414290165747796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=309414290165747796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/309414290165747796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/309414290165747796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-feelings.html' title='My feelings...'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-2249202803152118572</id><published>2008-10-18T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:05:17.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting My Boss My Hero</title><content type='html'>Has been a long time since the last time I wrote this blog. In a twinkle of eyes, soon one semester has over. I will be facing my final  at the count of my fingers. Besides, coupled with Muet, I can only say that I'm going to meet my destiny soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, within these few days, I've been watching a Japanese drama series, namely 'My Boss My Hero', as what I mentioned in my title. It is a damn nice and worth-watching movie. Trust me, you won't be deceived somehow. I would like to share the movie in my blog here. And the story goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all started with a gang's chief whose eldest son is only brave but a bit dumb. In order to promote his intelligence, he is sent (again) to a high school, which he has to pretend that he's still a 17-year-old student; though he's already 28. He wants to take over his father's post but his father ascertains his readiness for it. His father thus wants him to be imparted with more knowledge and so to be able to think before he acts. So, the hot-tempered Makky is sent to the school. He is required to complete his graduation in the bid to take over the presidency post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the school, he has volunteered himself as a class leader and he indeed leads the class fairly well.  He's all out to make the whole class participate in almost all of the events held by the school and he even makes his class emerge as a champion in some of the events, like basketball tournament, running for puddings, and etc. He has united the whole class indeed, making them to sing with one heart one voice during the cultural show before their finals, though they didn't emerge as the winner. Finally, he is being looked upon by his classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culminate part of the story is when his brother, who's often being attacked by illnesses and is a granduer in one of the universities in Florida, wants to compete the presidency of the gang with him. Spotting their weaknesses, their oppose gang has stirred an internal turmoil among Sakio themselves. They succeeded. At the end, his father(of Sakio) decides to choose the person to take over by election. The election date falls on the same day as his final and Mr 3-A(a competition to see who gets the most number of chocolate that day). Of course, he wins in the in the neck-to-neck race election by outweighing his brother by 9 votes. Besides, he passes his final but he doesn't get the Mr 3-A; for he only receives one chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week before his graduation ceremony, his oppose gang who knows he has elected as the leader of Yakuza, comes to his school for a devastation. So, his identity is being unveiled. Everyone feels scare, I mean all the students and teachers, because to their knowledge, Yakuza has been one of the gangster who uses violence pretty much. Then he was involved in a fight and so he is jailed up. He doesn't manage to graduate, however, all his classmates and teachers forgive him and they wrote a certificate, indicating his graduation from their class. It was so touching till the tears were rolling in my already-red eyes.  Of course, in the long run, he gives up his so-called career and furthers his studies in university. This is because he finds out what's the real happiness in him and how studying offers him the pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He teaches me many things. This is the vital time for a youth to enjoy our time, filling our void with love, romance, friendships and everything that we can never have a chance to repeat. So, I will cherish and savour every moment now with all my friends, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this story can also impart some of the moral values to the readers who read my blog. All the best for you and the moment with my friends I will forever curve it deep inside my heart. So long, my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-2249202803152118572?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/2249202803152118572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=2249202803152118572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/2249202803152118572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/2249202803152118572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/10/casting-my-boss-my-hero.html' title='Casting My Boss My Hero'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-3697997840715773518</id><published>2008-10-01T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:41:46.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>三字經真正隱藏的意義 翻英文～再翻中文 by jasper</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;人之初：At the beginning of life.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:生命的起初)&lt;br /&gt;性本善：Sex is  good.&lt;br /&gt;(白話文:性是美好的)&lt;br /&gt;性相近：Basically, all the sex are  same.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:基本上,所有的性行為是差不多滴)&lt;br /&gt;習相遠：But it depends on how the way&lt;br /&gt;you do  it.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:但還是得依照個人的喜好而為之)&lt;br /&gt;苟不教：If you do not practice all  the&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:若你不隨時勤練精進)&lt;br /&gt;性乃遷：Sex will leave  you.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:性將遠離你的生活)&lt;br /&gt;教之道：The way of learning  it..&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:學習性的指導原則)&lt;br /&gt;貴以專：is very important to make love&lt;br /&gt;with only one  person..&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:最最重要的法則是做性這檔事只能對一個&lt;br /&gt;人)&lt;br /&gt;昔孟母：Once a great mother, Mrs.  Meng.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:曾經有一個偉大的教母:孟母)&lt;br /&gt;擇鄰處：chose her neighbor to avoid bad&lt;br /&gt;sex  influence..&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:為孩子選最佳性行為示範的鄰居為鄰,避免&lt;br /&gt;壞的性示範而影響小朋友的身心健康)&lt;br /&gt;子不學：If you don t  study hard,.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:再次叮嚀,你若再不刻苦勤學....)&lt;br /&gt;斷機杼：Your Dick will become  useless..&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:你的雞雞就從此報廢掉)&lt;br /&gt;竇燕山 ：Dou, the Famous.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:竇先生,名人)&lt;br /&gt;有義方  ：owned a very effective&lt;br /&gt;exciting medicine.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:他有一帖非常讚的藥方)&lt;br /&gt;教五子 ：All  his five son took it.&lt;br /&gt;(白話文:生出來的五個男孩全靠這一帖)&lt;br /&gt;名俱揚 ：and their sexual ability  were&lt;br /&gt;well-known..&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:而他五個小孩的性能力,北港有名聲,下港&lt;br /&gt;有出名)&lt;br /&gt;養不教 ：If your  children don t know&lt;br /&gt;how to do it,.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:你的小孩若不知道如何做好性行為....)&lt;br /&gt;父之過 ：It is  all your fault..&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:這所有最過都是你造成的)&lt;br /&gt;教不嚴 ：If they had lots of  problems&lt;br /&gt;with it,.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:如果你的小孩做這檔是有問題....)&lt;br /&gt;師之惰 ：their teachr must be  too lazy&lt;br /&gt;to tell them details on  sex..&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:那他的老師一定敎很懶散,沒有敎的很徹&lt;br /&gt;底)&lt;br /&gt;子不學 ：You may refuse to study  this.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:你或許會抗拒學習它....)&lt;br /&gt;非所宜 ：but that is a real  mistake.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:你就犯下真正的錯誤)&lt;br /&gt;幼不學 ：If you don t learn it  in&lt;br /&gt;childhood,.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:如果不從小學習它....)&lt;br /&gt;老何為 ：you will lose your  ability&lt;br /&gt;when aged.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:若上了年紀你會喪失所有的性能力)&lt;br /&gt;玉不琢 ：If you don t exercise  your&lt;br /&gt;dick,.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:若沒有持續操你的小弟弟)&lt;br /&gt;不成器 ：It won t become hard  and&lt;br /&gt;strong..&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:它將不會變的堅硬和強壯)&lt;br /&gt;人不學 ：If you don t learn  sex,.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:如果你沒有學習性行為)&lt;br /&gt;不知義 ：You can by no means enjoy  its&lt;br /&gt;sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;(英翻中:你將無法體會享受其中的甜美)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-3697997840715773518?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/3697997840715773518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=3697997840715773518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/3697997840715773518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/3697997840715773518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/10/by-jasper.html' title='三字經真正隱藏的意義 翻英文～再翻中文 by jasper'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-9060795156179639</id><published>2008-10-01T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:01:46.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Hojun....</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-again.html"&gt;Tagged again&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There goes my 2nd tag ~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1. What is the relationship of you and her/him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Ex-schoolmate from Sam tet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2. Your 5 impressions towards her/him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Good at acting (especially when taking photo), funny(ever stop laughing?), caring (being a concerning friend), generous (can ask him for donation), and lastly, freaking good friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The most memorable things she/he had done for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ gathering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;4. The most memorable things she/he have said to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ every word...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;5. If she/he become your lover, you will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ OMG.. It's IMPOSSIBLE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;6. If she/he become your enemy, you will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ equipped with nuclear atomic bomb to bomb him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;7. If she/he become your lover, she/he has to improve on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Improve his gayness i think... XDXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;8. If she/he become your enemy, the reason is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ won't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;9. The most desirable thing to do on her/him is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ go kl to find him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;10. The overall impression of her/him is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;11. How do you think the people around you feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ I don't know, yo u should ask them, not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;12. The character of you for yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Actor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;13. What do you hate about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Too handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;14. The most ideal person that you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ A famous guy who stays in Beverly hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;15. For the people who care about you and like you, say something to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Wish you all the best and don't ever forget me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-9060795156179639?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/9060795156179639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=9060795156179639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/9060795156179639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/9060795156179639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-hojun.html' title='Tagged by Hojun....'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-5733986407814623248</id><published>2008-10-01T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:51:26.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There goes my 2nd tag ~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1. What is the relationship of you and her/him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Ex-schoolmate from Sam tet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2. Your 5 impressions towards her/him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Extraordinary hardworking (unlike sam tet guys, got to consult a doctor I guess), brilliant, friendly (sometimes not, depends on his mood), a bit proud ( I don't know why, just feel so), getting taller now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The most memorable things she/he had done for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ told me some tips before exam, consider or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;4. The most memorable things she/he have said to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ 'du wan liao lo' in mandarin, which means finished studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;5. If she/he become your lover, you will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ OMG.. It's IMPOSSIBLE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;6. If she/he become your enemy, you will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ equipped with nuclear atomic bomb to bomb him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;7. If she/he become your lover, she/he has to improve on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Improve his gayness i think... XDXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;8. If she/he become your enemy, the reason is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Offend me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;9. The most desirable thing to do on her/him is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ give me his JPA scholarship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;10. The overall impression of her/him is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Okay okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;11. How do you think the people around you feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ I don't know, yo u should ask them, not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;12. The character of you for yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Actor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;13. What do you hate about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Too handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;14. The most ideal person that you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ A famous guy who stays in Beverly hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;15. For the people who care about you and like you, say something to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Wish you all the best and don't ever forget me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky&lt;br /&gt;Looi&lt;br /&gt;Ooi Siang&lt;br /&gt;Fatt Chi&lt;br /&gt;Hojun&lt;br /&gt;Yi Herng&lt;br /&gt;Justin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-5733986407814623248?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/5733986407814623248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=5733986407814623248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5733986407814623248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/5733986407814623248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-557101063156831223</id><published>2008-09-30T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:57:30.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My bad day</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking the whole day about the incidents that happened on me recently these two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I fell sick on last Monday and pulled it through only on last Friday, yet, not totally. The bad luck was not ended yet. I showed a sms to my classmate and suddenly I broke my handphone into two pieces. And that's the fate of my handset. I was really upset for it though it has become a invaluable product, yet it's still functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On last Tuesday, my pen drive was infected with virus and all my files were corrupted. Thanks to the infection, I couldn't able to finish my assignment on time. But luckily, thanks for the mercy and kindness of my teacher, I was allowed to share my assignment with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I plugged in my Mp3 into my friend's laptop and his anti virus system scanned my mp3 and healed all the virus. It turned out that all my files were gone. Luckily, the mp3 is still functioning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Friday, I came back home. Expecting to surf internet but in vain because my pc was down, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Tuesday, the day I went to hojun's house for a gathering. We had breakfast together. When we reached Mc Donald, I opened the car's door. I saw the place I suppose to alight was clogged with water. Thinking of jumping over the place, I saw something familiar in the stagnant water. Something....written ' Samsung'. God damn. It was my phone. Yet it was my second phone and the only functioning phone. That's all. Everything was gone. Even my last asset also met its destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why all these incidents happenened to me. Why??? What had I done wrongly? Did I do anything wrongly? Can someone tell me why??? Can this bad luck all fade away and don't ever follow me??? Please, I sincerely beg you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-557101063156831223?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/557101063156831223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=557101063156831223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/557101063156831223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/557101063156831223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-bad-day.html' title='My bad day'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-3400295425628538761</id><published>2008-09-27T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:02:27.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The better me</title><content type='html'>As time goes by, I finally found out something about my own personality! Wow, awkward right? I guess you won't believe that if I were to say that I didn't actually really know the guy who  smiles at me every  morning in the mirror. To be frank, in some ways, I do feel as if I know him, but only on a superficial level; the same way we think we know the actors in our favourite soap operas. We may know every explicit detail of the lives of the charaters, but the true personalitiy of the actor themselves is a huge mystery which we have little or no hope of evr solving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hysteric that I got a chance to know him better now. I found out that my patience has tremendously escalated. I can still be calm and steady although I got a terrible cards in a game. I can tolerate with my family members, by all means. I can even tolerate with a person who tried to put cheat on me. The funniest thing is that, when I was sick, no one knew and no one noticed because I was still as active as a tiger or lion. I could still be very happy. Why? I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know since when I have develope this patience that I have never ever thought of inculcating in myself. Do you know? Does anyone know?  I guess no one knows because including myself, I don't really know how my brain works all the while. He never told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, however, I feel good about the change in me. By now, there's yet a thing that will make me feel terrible in the sense of feeling, until I can't really tolerate with it. Hopefully, I won't have the chance to encounter it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-3400295425628538761?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/3400295425628538761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=3400295425628538761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/3400295425628538761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/3400295425628538761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/09/better-me.html' title='The better me'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-6135842694101628738</id><published>2008-09-27T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:47:23.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday started, and ended</title><content type='html'>Glad to be home. Home sweet home. Holiday started since last friday, the second I stepped  into my house. I just couldn't feel the anticipation of all during the journey way home like the last few times. Coupled with my fever that enduring me since Monday, it seems like my holiday has ended as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to say, next month, or to be more exact, I have got three more weeks from now before my final. During my study week, I still have to sit for my MUET speaking test, which falls on Wednesday of that week. For god sake, can someone please tell me what should I do? I'm not really well-prepare for the speaking test. I didn't even know how the format goes. All the thing I have been practising these few months was just to open my mouth and say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt very dejected and depressed somehow someway. I couldn't tell, not to my soul or to my whispering heart. Undeniably, the coming exam is one of the major 'contribution' to the depression. Yet, I still didn't want to study although I have the time, I didn't know why, don't ever ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I guess that's my lover. She, well, keeps asking me to be more romantic and more sweet towards her like what the stupid Tai did to his gf. I'm recalling, reconsidering, rethinking, or anything about my past attitude towards her. Finally, I found out something. Hey, that's my real personal. I have face her with my true face instead of something sweety sweety that won't last for long. Permenantly, that should be the attitude that you have to face for the whole relationship right? So, I guess I have made a correct option towards her. I hope she can understand why I'm not as sweet as some other boy friend towards her some day. I hope the day will eventually come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-6135842694101628738?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/6135842694101628738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=6135842694101628738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6135842694101628738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/6135842694101628738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/09/holiday-started-and-ended.html' title='Holiday started, and ended'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-524146667947634562</id><published>2008-09-13T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T07:23:56.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Autumn Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is going to be mooncake festival. Today, I was being asked to watch money's not enough part two with two of my ex-classmates again. Since the movie was a nice one, I joined them for the movie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first time I watch the movie was in Butterworth. That time, I was with my college friends. During the show, my tears were washing over my weary face. I might be affected by one of my friends who sat beside me and a stranger uncle who sat on my the other side. Both of them cried till they were experiencing the same situation. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, I didn't really cry as terrible as the first time I watched it. Maybe I already knew the story line  or maybe not many of them in the cinema were crying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, this movie really brought a meaningful message to me. Parents have sacrificed their time, money, love and even life for their sons. We must respect our parents and take good care of them when they're aged. We cannot have the feel of sickening even though they're sick or what. That's the very time they need their sons' love and care. No matter what happens, I will always put my family on first on my list. I love you mum and dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-524146667947634562?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/524146667947634562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=524146667947634562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/524146667947634562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/524146667947634562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/09/mid-autumn-festival.html' title='Mid-Autumn Festival'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-1560803138875608265</id><published>2008-08-30T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:52:59.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True or False?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Recently, I couldn't stand it and I finally told him(one of my friends) about her(the one my friend's in love with). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Initially, I really didn't want to lay a finger in their matters. But on friday evening, she was too over and I really couldn't stand watching my friend being a fool.  The story goes like this :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That evening, we were asked to have our dinner in a cafe far from our hostel. To avoid jostling with others, we went there to have our dinner around 6 something. But our workshop would start later at 8.30. She was too lazy to come to have her dinner because she wanted to watch movie. And guess what she did. She asked him to take away for her. The cafe where we were having dinner and her hostel is one end to another. He just 'obeyed' her order blindly like a fool. I was indeed very very angry watching my friend being fool that way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That night, he came to my hostel and we shared our stories. I told him to think again whether it worth what he'd been doing so far. What he got in repay? He knew best than everyone did. I even asked him to reobserve what a person she is. Does she worth you to sacrifice so much for her for getting what this far? Our conversation lasted only till 2 in the pre-dawn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other day, he told me what I told him was right and he had made up his mind to pull himself out the chase. He also told me what a fool he had been so far and he thanked me for telling him that so to stop him from being a fool anymore. I didn't know whether I did a right thing for him but I hope he can get the best thing for himself. I wish him all the best for his love story in the future. I will always stand by your side watching you, don't worry.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-1560803138875608265?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/1560803138875608265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=1560803138875608265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1560803138875608265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/1560803138875608265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-or-false.html' title='True or False?'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-2441371667685168878</id><published>2008-08-22T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:35:08.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Rules :1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. No tags back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I will scold whoever studies in front of me. I don’t why. Just don’t feel like to see people studying because I’m not the bookworm type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I seldom get mad due to petty problems. I even seldom dislike a person unless he’s really terrible. But if I’m moody, you’re going to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My spectacles with degree 450- and 400-, yet I can hardly see things clearly. However, when I put on my contact lens with degree 400- for both, I can see clearer than wearing the spectacles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I would have long for something for the first minute, but after the second, I just feel that I don’t really need it. So, every time whenever I wanted to buy something, I was like lost my logical thinking but the second minute, my consciousness is regained.  I don’t really need that thing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I’m too famous with my self-praising; in my current college. I always like to take photo of my own, then show off to others telling them how handsome am I. I’m not pretty sure since when I’ve started this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When I’m driving, if I keep thinking of some other things and forget the place I intend to go, I will eventually go to wrong a place. It’s like a norm; you will just use the road where you often travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I’m kind of emotional. I can easily drop tears due to something not that serious. But I can control my rational well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If I were to study, I want to be isolated instead of being a group. Perhaps it’s more effective for me? And when I study, my friend told me I look very serious and like wanting to kill someone. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I cannot focus at all in my work if there is someone with me. Meaning, I can’t do my homework nor study if I have a friend with me. Normally, I’ll chat and chat and chat with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I’m always forgetful. You don’t ask me what I did last night. I really couldn’t remember. Not even where I’d been to or what dinner I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I don’t know why my friends are studying so hard for the exam while I study less much more but my scoring…. Hehe. I don’t mean to show off here, but just, you know, well, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Sometimes when I recall some sweet memories, I will smile and people think I’ve gone insane, normally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I’m getting used to waking up early in between 6-8am nowadays. I can’t sleep late anymore though I sleep late in the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I always like to criticise others on any of their mistakes. Muahahaha. And the criticism always will be a tough one to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.   When I fall in love with a person, I can’t stop thinking and dreaming of the person’s everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tag rocky, ooi siang and wai hong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-2441371667685168878?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/2441371667685168878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=2441371667685168878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/2441371667685168878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/2441371667685168878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-960254642399242047</id><published>2008-08-02T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T17:16:23.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo, I got JPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Like ordinary, I went to library at night to watch drama series in the discussion room. When I proceeded to the second floor, my friend suddenly told me, 'James, JPA result is out!'. I was like stunned, rooted to the ground. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After gainingmy consciousness, quickly, I approached the pc as well. 'Your IC number,' my friend asked. Then she typed in my IC number. I was trembling like a leaf. Then, the portal showed this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tahniah. Sukacita dimaklumkan bahawa saudara/i telah berjaya ditawarkan biasiswa Jabatan Perkhidmatan Awam untuk mengikuti pengajian peringkat Tingkatan 6/Matrikulasi/Asasi Sains/Foundation/Ijazah pertama di bawah Program Penajaan Tambahan Pelajar Lepasan Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM) 2007 Yang Mendapat 9A Dan Ke Atas Bagi Tahun 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wohoo!!!!!! Anyway, we are requested to give a reply the latest by tomorrow. So whoever did apply for this scholarship please remember to give a reply before deadline. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-960254642399242047?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/960254642399242047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=960254642399242047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/960254642399242047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/960254642399242047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/08/yahoo-i-got-jpa.html' title='Yahoo, I got JPA'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-4180004482019000496</id><published>2008-07-22T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:09:23.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see the rays of sunrise</title><content type='html'>Wohoo!!!! Exam was over! I felt the burden slipped off from my shoulder. Anyway, this stupid UPS was quite difficult for me. Sighed, I really miss my best pal's slogan - 'mou lam hui', or in cantonese don't think about it. Fatt Chi, your slogan is here. lol. You know what, everyone, after coming out from the exam hall, they all discussed the questions. I was like, wow, you still want me to think about the sad thing? No way! Get out of my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my friends much much much. New friends, though it's good to widen the social circle, can never replace old friends because they've never experienced the things we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I suddenly felt very down after my mum called me this evening. I feel that life is very unpredictable. That's why, I cherish every moment with my close ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few weeks I have been through many things. I came across someone who really got on my nerves. However, I can't unveil that person to anyone yet. Maybe I was wrong about that guy. I'll wait and see how it goes on as day passes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-4180004482019000496?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/4180004482019000496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=4180004482019000496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/4180004482019000496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/4180004482019000496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-can-see-rays-of-sunrise.html' title='I can see the rays of sunrise'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-901419727309955855</id><published>2008-07-11T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:23:59.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad day......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This should be posted yesterday but due to some circumstances, I delayed my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sat for my chemistry quiz yesterday. It was a tough one. I had been scoring full marks for the past two quiz and it was really a bit pressure when I sat for my quiz the day before. The formula I expressed very nicely and I was certain with which Rydberg constant I should have filled in. Yet, I was like losing my consiousness; I filled in the constant with Planck's constant. At that particular moment when I knew my 'glaring' mistake, I felt like committing suicide! How could I make such a careless mistake. That leads my chesmitry quiz to a complete failure, I suppose.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-901419727309955855?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/901419727309955855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=901419727309955855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/901419727309955855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/901419727309955855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/07/sad-day.html' title='Sad day......'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755885911185457304.post-8931219367283600248</id><published>2008-06-27T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T09:46:18.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bid farewell</title><content type='html'>Have been in KMPP for a certain period, yet I still miss my ex-classmates much that's why I came back Ipoh and turned up for the gathering just now. It was much like a farewell party for my friends, Oh si Tan and fatt chai who are going to pursue their tertiary studies in UiTM and Nilai College respectively. It was really sad to be parted with them. At least I thought they will be staying in form 6 so I can see them more frequently once I come back from Penang. But now, everything changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one still have to move along his journey. Along the journey in the train, you may be attracted by the scenery in some stations. You'll try to walk around in that particular place. However, after admiring, you will still have to continue your journey. But this time, the passengers who sit beside you will not be the same one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is a history. Tomorrow is a mystery. But today is a gift, that's why it's called present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby sincerely wish Oh Si Tan, Fatt Chai, Jabou, Jonathon, Zoing, Chang Yang, and Khan Khan a good prospect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755885911185457304-8931219367283600248?l=jamesylee007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/feeds/8931219367283600248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755885911185457304&amp;postID=8931219367283600248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8931219367283600248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755885911185457304/posts/default/8931219367283600248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamesylee007.blogspot.com/2008/06/bid-farewell.html' title='Bid farewell'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05607479969718233343</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/_HossmXo_fuM/SVguBQE7ffI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BCekbslGuJE/S220/IMG_0500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
