tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11884037870986168772024-02-22T18:33:42.226+08:00PeaceJeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-74597315531507688502009-08-10T15:45:00.012+08:002009-08-12T17:33:44.211+08:00Life with Tzu Chi High-School Students, Taiwan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXuWdg5ZlmvxtbJSRDl-92OeIMMQEb_rYpsek1HnicNFqL6TEAkvGLsGw1M4U0DLy_N2oToMNTSwqxfcpynWx-IbCkX24WCwOJPa3GMZ8P-FF53ZbYajX4VtIhaovwnoBmwGsuNFpNhQ/s1600-h/%E6%85%88%E4%B8%AD.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXuWdg5ZlmvxtbJSRDl-92OeIMMQEb_rYpsek1HnicNFqL6TEAkvGLsGw1M4U0DLy_N2oToMNTSwqxfcpynWx-IbCkX24WCwOJPa3GMZ8P-FF53ZbYajX4VtIhaovwnoBmwGsuNFpNhQ/s400/%E6%85%88%E4%B8%AD.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369005110184633266" border="0" /></a> 台湾慈济中学<br />Well, they came to Penang for 5days 4nights home-stay and few days ago they left to Kuala Lumpur and now they are in Melacca. I miss them so much!! sigh...<br />when can we meet again?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcV6WXLKs0CV_yl_6tN0xppBVlUqRmNaCUeyMGqqQnjCVqpmwy_i7uP0dD4oCeQbxbkerMX4dCt6mrytZ-XFvpucEegEQSV9s7AMDCD_u6vLF3GlLHPB2Tik46rvCqErXBg-6_CbdRFw/s1600-h/DSCN4523.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcV6WXLKs0CV_yl_6tN0xppBVlUqRmNaCUeyMGqqQnjCVqpmwy_i7uP0dD4oCeQbxbkerMX4dCt6mrytZ-XFvpucEegEQSV9s7AMDCD_u6vLF3GlLHPB2Tik46rvCqErXBg-6_CbdRFw/s320/DSCN4523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368256687852584034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi21LpVPbQaR-gjN3rac5sAvunZfNKyexqD1ZPbuJbyisIz7uKaLjmT4TlY5cjd-xM_O3l__kJkZTLvBb-fQDAE7hhAgFC27bL1p_jI3WavhGqvNt4hmWCBbNvoUn31gtpVC31-ReumJA/s1600-h/DSCN4602.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi21LpVPbQaR-gjN3rac5sAvunZfNKyexqD1ZPbuJbyisIz7uKaLjmT4TlY5cjd-xM_O3l__kJkZTLvBb-fQDAE7hhAgFC27bL1p_jI3WavhGqvNt4hmWCBbNvoUn31gtpVC31-ReumJA/s320/DSCN4602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368258836735739586" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuyuxeegjbIy8U5htUJRTIfaJSkjMAdnAbZ-zN2ITXX4We9ZS4v4WOB7W9hrGA0ou24Ju-Yv6C50x3SQn1_3txw77we5M0onEKCaFXybHJK7qZ0FALKP54faiFOzykpv0l41Smdjj3SA/s1600-h/DSCN4633.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuyuxeegjbIy8U5htUJRTIfaJSkjMAdnAbZ-zN2ITXX4We9ZS4v4WOB7W9hrGA0ou24Ju-Yv6C50x3SQn1_3txw77we5M0onEKCaFXybHJK7qZ0FALKP54faiFOzykpv0l41Smdjj3SA/s320/DSCN4633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368256704058323490" border="0" /></a>Hope I can meet you guys next year if I am eligible to go there for studies!Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-33768752500546313582009-07-11T01:01:00.003+08:002009-07-11T01:23:00.436+08:00Farewell my friendFew more hours to go as a count down for me that a friend of mine Choon Ling is going to Sydney,Australia for his further studies there and now I am here to write a blog.<br />Well, I met him when I join Tzu Chi Humanity School. I was very quiet and lonely until him and others come toward me chit-chat. My reaction was like dump-boll? smile? weird? Could be...hmmm...no comments...<br />Before his National Service we hang out quite a lot to watch movies and eat or even sometime come to Switch (Apple Authorised Reseller) to meet me and chit-chat...<br />Probably from now onwards, I don't think I can hang out with him until unknown...The last hang was this tuesday, we went to The Ship for dinner and it was raining heavily. god...<br /><br />Choon Ling, We (Tzu Chi 2008 form5) are all thinking of you! We will support you, many prayers being sent your way. You will complete your studies and have your own restaurant in Sydney,Australia. Don't forget to belanja me when I go to meet you...XDJeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-8246826805930313462009-06-26T13:57:00.002+08:002009-06-29T20:16:21.395+08:00Michael Jackson shocks the World<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic8dWGTHux_Evl_Zy7q6GwhnDJqL-pIyVkNxo3O0PAKq02qYThO4NXg5kIaHNCJmf5MJkXyZgKigtXfrlQjci35sXXaB23qBGkoBWeHtzSib4ICFOASPBGfjCeDIw_-mDd9nnTKeSgrQ/s400/9069156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352601340330627426" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial; font-size: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A tragic to the world our King of Pop passed away. Well, I am a huge respectful Michael Jackson Fan, and I decided to start this blog to share the pain that the world must be feeling now with the tragic loss of Michael Jackson, and to express my sincere condolences to his family and especially his children who must be suffering during this time. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For Michael to be taken away from us so suddenly at such a young age, I just don’t have the words.He was the consummate entertainer and his contributions and legacy will be felt upon the world forever. </span></span></span></span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:48px;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Georgia; min-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i></i></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 48px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 17px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Which Michael Jackson will be remembered? The unsurpassed entertainer, the gifted and driven song-and-dance man who wielded rhythm, melody, texture and image to create and promote the best-selling album of all time, “Thriller”? Or the bizarre figure he became after he failed in his stated ambition to outsell “Thriller,” and after the gleaming fantasy gave way to tabloid revelations, bitter rejoinders and the long public silence he was scheduled to break next month?</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 48px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 17px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In the end, the superstar and the recluse were not so far apart.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 48px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 17px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mr. Jackson built his stardom on paradox. As a child star he was precocious; as an adult he was childlike. His only competition was himself. Within the razzle-dazzle of his songs, he sang about fears and uncertainties in that high, vulnerable voice: flinching from monsters in “Thriller,” wishing he could just “Beat It” when trouble began.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 48px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 17px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He was a racial paradox, too: an African-American whose audience was never segregated, but whose features grew more Caucasian and whose skin grew lighter through his career, to discomfiting effect. His own face had become a mask.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 48px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 17px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">All of Mr. Jackson’s show-business skills — the ones he learned under his father’s sometimes brutal instruction and then within the Motown Records hitmaking assembly line — were at once a way to please the broadest possible audience and to shield himself from them, safe within his own spectacle.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 48px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 17px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Despite all his time onstage and on the air, Mr. Jackson stayed remote: styled, rehearsed and choreographed. He had one of history’s largest audiences, and it never really knew him.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 48px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 17px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There was no denying his talent. His voice leaped out of the radio in Jackson 5 songs like “I Want You Back,” even for those who didn’t see how he danced on television. He internalized Motown’s philosophy of making music for a broad audience — not just a black or white audience as pop grew increasingly segmented in the 1970s — and when he took over his own career, with “Off the Wall” in 1979, he applied that philosophy to the newest sounds he could find, in and out of discos.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 48px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 17px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">His ambition was seductive when he urged “Don’t Stop ’Til You Get Enough.” He offered something to everybody on “Thriller,” which may have been the most strategic crossover album to date: a duet with a Beatle in “The Girl Is Mine,” dizzying electronic beats in “Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’,” rock guitar in “Beat It.”</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 48px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 17px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">His established stardom helped get his African-American face onto </span></span><a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/news/business/companies/mtv_networks/index.html?inline=nyt-org"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">MTV</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, breaking what seemed like a color line, in what was a hugely beneficial step for both. Mr. Jackson wasn’t just an old-school show-business expert who could sing and dance onstage in real time; he was also more than ready for the music-video era, turning his songs into high-concept video clips that fit the chorus-line production of old Hollywood musicals into television-sized nuggets.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 48px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 17px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">His dance moves were angular and twitchy, hinting at digital stops and starts rather than analog fluidity — except, of course, for his famous moonwalk, the image of someone striding gracefully without ever leaving center stage.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 48px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 17px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The world-beating success of “Thriller” was Mr. Jackson’s triumph and burden. He had the sales, the </span></span><a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/subjects/g/grammy_awards/index.html?inline=nyt-classifier"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Grammy Awards</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, the screaming audiences in every country he toured. And he would spend the rest of his career trying to repeat the experience working many of the same maneuvers into his music: another duet, another rock guitar, another ratcheting dance track. Mr. Jackson never stopped being catchy, but behind the sheen some of the songs grew darker and stranger, like “Smooth Criminal,” with its intimations of violence, on the 1987 album “Bad.”</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 48px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 17px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mr. Jackson labored; his albums came four, five, six years apart. The hip-hop era had arrived, with its bluntly candid lyrics and quick-and-dirty productions, both contrary to Mr. Jackson’s style; he tried to keep up the crossover with raps from the </span></span><a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/w/christopher_g_wallace/index.html?inline=nyt-per"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Notorious B.I.G.</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, but that didn’t buy him street credibility.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 48px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 17px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The songs grew increasingly divided between benevolent messages like “Heal the World” and spiteful ones like “Why You Wanna Trip on Me” on his 1991 album “Dangerous.” On his 1995 album “HIStory” — which started out as a greatest-hits collection but added a second album of new songs — Mr. Jackson’s fury boiled over in new songs like “They Don’t Care About Us” and “Tabloid Junkie.”</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 48px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 17px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Part of the pop audience — and critics, too — took pleasure in Mr. Jackson’s setbacks. He had long been billing himself as the King of Pop, and the cover of “HIStory” shows him as a giant statue, the kind that gets toppled when tin-pot dictators (or pop idols) are overthrown.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 48px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 17px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The underlying sweetness that had made Mr. Jackson endearing, even at his strangest, had curdled, and he couldn’t resuscitate it for his final album, “Invincible,” in 2001. All the pieces he had put together, all the paradoxes that he had been able to resolve with sheer musicality, started to fall apart. He was working on a stadium spectacle for shows in London this summer, and we will never know if all his skill and showmanship could have given him a new start.</span></span></p><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5JTr07XyINSNGtOSd2RPtkzFxWeyUnDFN6SIVgfOQWsKhWHQuPdZZ71CCKL8vUugRBPtNwmvKsx5sPqUIGMQkLauczasaAbPNq4M4FP8IxvNyRcRlHKmLWA3LT9NscEzbSfIS_tsLBA/s320/9011453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352599088899741570" /></span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Mr. Jackson when he was about 13, in 1972, after reaching stardom as the lead singer for the Jackson 5<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03skMzVR0uB9oYl8fJYNqM_miEGHbuPaa4tFoPlTrhNXD7BBv5SBVpRXCVrZGUDLNxu0URy-IwHuDbu9DYo-KA1biAaNfk3iHeR6AV_hHZwzQhq2MVa_0_HqxEfH4m1fVs7CDQo9jxA/s320/26jacksonss_1a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352599095030389730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); ">The Jackson 5, from left, Tito, Marlon, Michael, Jackie and Jermaine, performed during the "Sonny and Cher Comedy Hour" in Los Angeles in 1972.<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFu1MFUT8KXA4iLIbWwC11f27U3zRBQ4-v_O4iBxIxItgJkoVPik-vtVAGjhzALof1l063LtbXANPEG78Epx-ISdlzWe9fLDGDUMvJfKPgl-QK2ws4gUAdt2u_sQYWIModxU5ymgtIA/s400/26jacksonss_3a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352647299288314578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; ">Mr. Jackson performed "We Are the World" during the World Music Awards in London in 2006.<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBY_NISoRBg0dabuXudCfxmuCpyPUi8xzvTAqS1EE8V66-78j_j5TnbEev96jJEGbvOVYDTYFc8l8yW2DHi5M-J0Hy7yQIFwCEfcMAiVrLSziz_LYS8csIR1LnU4UbtQuh0Cp6etnYbg/s320/9037650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352599106008620994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Janet Jackson and her brother accepted the Best Dance video award during the 1995 MTV Video Music Awards in New York.<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFgjQbPCvI4AE90-6NZdNb-UT-DdAHf_so2gdzFwPYJCKE6rMirWvppnZ0ByokKczspPHH25Ar4NzDhfbRJCBCa6i76Pm3izqSFQyZyg4HOI8_IMGDjHgn1_OPChCmYKzbsn6DZqyxqg/s320/26jacksonss_5a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352710860365919794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;">Mr. Jackson performed during his "HIStory" world tour concert in Auckland, New Zealand, in 1996.<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTze6xYA3pzoarZC_l2Q_64sYRmmHT06Y9DETnzsT_taopbMyY19n8Vs-eZ2Jd-L7R3kWeKGemhW4_7JlFJvZQkKaqGoXfcMQSA5hGK5h_Y0zIi9IpDVgu_KjVvRtjEpva8ZOcyOhU-Q/s320/10412262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352710853867416306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px; " />Mr. Jackson during the Democratic National Committee benefit concert "A Night at the Apollo" at the Apollo Theater in Harlem in April 2002.</span></span></span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"></span><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;">Here are some of the songs I like the most :</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); line-height: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"> We are the world</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); line-height: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;">I am not alone</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); line-height: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;">Smooth Criminal</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); line-height: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;">Heal The World</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); line-height: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:16px;"> </span></p><p></p><p></p></span><p></p></div></div>Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-88201974759334962512009-06-10T19:44:00.000+08:002009-06-29T18:00:50.942+08:00IT-lismWell, haha...something funny...Disted IT class convoy...yuhoo!!!<div>We plan to do it for someone unfortunately not he drives and his dad drive...aikz...wasted our time there to wait and joke around...</div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7KmEN9N2LSN_uA8I_L4Z30uYUl4ERdYkVSSxtDoNi3ChDW8pJCBulcbGOhX6ubpAMibmvScUvviEOBcKD1JCCCJyLBQOgLUYxYdo_qs1kTgmnWb58M7V8UGxyQClC5iYZ8nWVpeIJzw/s320/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352681723889237250" />Group Photo of IT class in South Australian Matriculation (SAM)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_nb4OsCkBT9qjm3faWGGrJMueXUYzQEAJroJQIWFKwbmQEMKOMxQnpxRAmgnhJKJmS7RcEFZN3WmyScSJQE6vKXpfZdwkMDQS1NcYg9uwfaRk7obKu8gssq-Rn2ClvUIqvYW26b_yA/s320/10062009445.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352681187276809634" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Say 'Cheese'</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here, All the cars arrange in sequence</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMwjW8Kci6uFRIr5tSnDDvGE0T9k-QiN71a-DrEiLK9H_4bIrsZo5YXMi7rLPlV41OUZpaZLpzlM8PJUA56iMJ9tX3Vk32-t_yMbXQuzOBjxh8CSP9evhp_4mlo2A1XTQHJ7rLbk60w/s320/10062009434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352681188165057346" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kimmy's car</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWOYKBVWjrtDDGvwqP9eRsfJ8IR-tSjtv2jKZfYWTinTQL2BcXDtj9DaqO8BMXI2yS3YAEGmsrsNUIFZWRDbEsbCEw5i4o9Sbn2PeTNkrcmxTMDzDo-0qtuOqTcx_mFB4noOmwXQukA/s320/10062009435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352681185835676434" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bernard's car (name as Bernardo)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7S5d7FcIO_0q2VR-tF-GLikDgJWloh-Z6cnZXtOJ47Q6bojmqiat-UpvP7pvO-dHn0GRU1qG8SgIhXbe9MMsQDifpDSBWucPjADgNi9OVIFwy5QDCv3k9dejEKpq954IiUZWBK_5SzQ/s320/10062009436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352672492897500514" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Abigail's car</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEC96U-OVhF19Fx6vIcfwJtaPn_t-DSGNMVnbFO3jvc6GU7zso5TniXTaOXIMCFeZ7BwsdOHy-81P2PB9FvD8kdyrCQf0majGgXThrj8vcHICe3HpXJFWQA3K-nNBNdrYTIDSLa1C4w/s320/10062009437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352672487942483362" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jeremy's car (name as Apple)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmkl_qFsddoaLkbDjafuYZl-8xhCYskfEWBUhVPQIBrFecLmfmP7vdCCpDCCWukhLx0D8u3I6wxqozPuD05QJSHmqs1Or0xWCJa_bHiv6oWt1VFa0nZVJavcPP8TuR0bjAX2zKEE8baA/s320/10062009438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352672482749118482" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wei Qing's car ( name as Apple's brother)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2IL5Nkj47-swABboOsN8rNrELenAnv1jdrtSKeEdyuEKmZ468dkD5UD58XiSdEFKRlmtnwHnFuf4J2FUp-eLGDze0V-eAPQNHmy13TXuj0pAf1TvteyfqBfktSiOpEE66xdvPjBk7CA/s320/10062009439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352672478902777602" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">John's car (currently unknown)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibUVddA1ePnTfCeWQr64MzDc3T0gv_FR41FRXtWJ2qpU0gIspttbt7E7dlxjPqKR19Uxao3mVvYzE2A3ip3dmhifOMI3obtkIOt1X0u1KluWLDel-km9ivSL4ufAdiPqb0AyA9Ge37-g/s320/10062009440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352672480126069762" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yu Zhi's car (name as Rich fellow)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">wanna join for our convoy team please plan your ownself and on your own risk</div><div style="text-align: center;">XD</div>Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-22026520968158029432009-04-23T12:23:00.000+08:002009-04-23T12:24:58.176+08:00SAVEThe cycle of natural disasters lead back to human kind. When people have less and less respect for Mother Nature, she will surely respond with endless calamities. "All creatures share a common karma because we all receive the results of our actions."<br /><br />Why have we forgotten to treat one another first with gratitude, contentment, good will and understanding? In our loss of respect for each other, there is not enough love or an awakening of our innate universal love. Should we remember that all creatures in the universe are one, we would then know to let go of our egotism, set aside our mutual misunderstanding, and eliminate our selfishness. From the depths of our hearts will arise a reverent love for all beings and we will return to the true, clear essence of our human nature.<br /><br />Everyone has the great love.We learn from what we do and we do what we have learned.In this way, we experience the meaning of the admonition, "Let the god be in your heart, your words and love in your deeds."<br /><br />If every person can give love without asking for anything in return, we can look forward to a world of certain peace with goodness, beauty and truth.<br />let's save the earth. NO MORE DISASTER HAPPENING...<br /><br />World Peace<br />Regards,<br />JeremyJeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-18565726846321791212009-03-29T00:47:00.006+08:002009-03-29T12:48:07.683+08:00College life?First off, I would like to sincerely apologize for not blogging for a while. It has been very hectic lately and I have struggled with finding time to let loose and confess all here.hmm...When you think of college and being on campus, I'm sure politeness and kindness are the last things you think of. I never really thought about it either, until I started paying better attention to my new surroundings.<br /><br />This semester my five subjects have been a lot of work.My legal studies(Basic Law of Australian) class is fairly based on common sense and involves issues I learn nowadays but is still a challenge because when writing cases or politics, if you have even one error you get a zero on it. I have never paid so much attention to the different variations. god...My English class is by far the easiest and the most relaxing. My math class makes me shake my head, after all it is math but it seems like add math or specialist math. It is math that you learn in high school but need to refresh on and it is the basic math that everyone needs so I’m set. The more challenging class though would be Economics. It is one of those classes where I go everyday, take all the notes, follow along to the lectures and do most of the reading then a research the market value in Australia along. I sit and face my Mac almost everyday.<br /><br />It is very disturbing to not know what you are doing wrong when you are doing everything you can think of.<br /><br />In addition to college life, I have recently totaled my car and quit and back my job. Although I now have a car and job as you can see life has been extremely stressful lately. Sadly, one morning on my way to college I got in a fender bender and had to say goodbye to my friend Harvin who is going to KL after all study in Disted for just a week.<br />Since I live in Penang and school is a lit bit of a challenge I thought it would be wise to have extra cash on backup. XD<br /><br />I hope all of you have a wonderful and enjoyment life in college and are looking forward to graduating in a few months.Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-27609929320043428772009-03-25T12:05:00.000+08:002009-03-29T12:06:52.481+08:00Still Thought<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Life is like walking a tightrope; if we do not focus on what is ahead but keep looking behind ,we are sure to fall .<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">人生就像走钢索般,如果不认真往前看,却一直往后看,一定会跌下去。</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Das Leben ist wie eine Gratwanderung, wie Walking, wenn nicht ernsthaft in die Zukunft blicken, hat aber wieder sehen, oder es muss.</span>Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-74889890953827376002009-03-24T12:01:00.002+08:002009-03-29T12:03:35.691+08:00Still Thought<span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >We cannot keep the past, and the future is difficult to predict. Thus protect today; this moment is it.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">过去的留不住,未来的难预测,守住现在,当下即是。</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" id="result_box" dir="ltr">Nicht in der Lage, um die Vergangenheit, die Zukunft schwer zu prognostizieren, um jetzt an, das heißt, im Moment ja.</div></div>Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-81610648721580466632009-03-22T03:04:00.002+08:002009-03-22T03:07:33.815+08:00Save the Mother EarthEarth...Day by day,polluted by human activity..Causing temperature rise which leads to global warming..Let us help curb these problems by joining the '60 Earth Hour' worldwide program by switching off all lights on 28th March..<br />8.30pm-9.30pm<br />Your support in much needed..<br />Please spread this message to all your friends..Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-4140804334222655732009-03-21T23:51:00.002+08:002009-03-21T23:54:49.025+08:00Still Thought<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Practice mindfulness in your daily life. A mind free of wandering thoughts develops inner strength.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">把专心变成一种习惯,心不散乱就有定力。</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="result_box" dir="ltr">Praxis der Achtsamkeit in Ihrem Alltag. Ein Geist frei von wandernden Gedanken entwickelt innere Stärke.</div>Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-51504532091471918572009-03-21T13:15:00.002+08:002009-03-21T13:16:59.913+08:00Guys...think about it if you are elegant<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >How bitter life is when we have desires! Our demands on others bring endless misery.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">人生有求即多苦!如果只是一味地要求他人,会为自己招来无穷的痛苦。</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="result_box" dir="ltr">Dass es das Leben für viele Leiden! Wenn nur zu fragen, andere für ihre eigenen bringt unendlichem Leid.</div><br /></div>Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-9299641706803393662009-03-21T13:13:00.000+08:002009-03-21T13:14:39.527+08:00Still Thought<span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Believe in yourself, but do not be attached to your own point of view.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">人应该相信自己,但是不可以执着。</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Sollte das Vertrauen der eigenen Bevölkerung, aber nicht persistent.</span>Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-90625355415600845952009-03-21T13:09:00.002+08:002009-03-21T13:13:03.813+08:00Still Thought<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Because life is so short, we should increase our footsteps and move forward quickly.<br /><br /></span><div id="result_box" dir="ltr"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">生命非常短暂,所以要加紧脚步,快速前进,不可拖泥带水。</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="result_box" dir="ltr">Das Leben ist sehr kurz, so wollen, um die Geschwindigkeit, schnell nach vorn, nicht zu schlagen um den heißen Brei herum.</div><br /></div>Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-40214824364678334342009-03-01T23:39:00.003+08:002009-03-01T23:51:40.761+08:0017 to 18One more week to go and going to be 18...YES!<br />hmmm....what i wish for this year huh?<br />Hope I can get my own target set for SPM result...<br />Hope I can get Macbook Pro 2.8GHz (Customize)<br />Hope I can get a Casio watch with thermometer,compass and majority for sport purpose and looks big...<br />Hope I can get Crumpler's 15''inch bagpack...<br />Hope I can get the hairstyle I have been waited for...<br />Hope I can get Nike free 5.0 Running Shoes...<br />Hope I can get....................................<br />Will all my wish comes true?<br />Perhaps?Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-60361404644384847582009-03-01T23:06:00.002+08:002009-03-01T23:36:46.960+08:00Resign1st day of March but my last day in Switch(cgcomputers Sdn. Bhd)...well,working for 3months and great experience in Apple's store...1st time dealing with customer on sales and solve Mac's problem too...i have a type of feeling don't wanna leave but I have to or else i don't have time to rest and prepare everything for my further studies...Top 3 sales in January and top 5 sales in Febuary....now decide to study where...Maybe in Local or Maybe Overseas not sure....better let my dad plans for that... :S ...hmmm...anyone who wants to buy computer, I 1st recommend Mac course it is better than windows a lot as I am a Mac user for a long time...you can install windows or even Linux...Buy Mac No Regret...haha...<br />here a special thank to switch's crews who teach me all the procedure in opening and closing esp Chia Hoey(looks a bit quiet), Xing Hao(nice to joke),henrick( I.T advancer),Pinteng(top sales and give his tips to me),Khar Ling(Top sales),Jun Jie(maniac),Yee Wen(good in account),etc.....Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-62151928123693022022009-02-20T12:41:00.003+08:002009-02-20T12:46:26.253+08:00Still Thought<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Every day in my life is like a blank sheet of paper, and every person and every event are all vividly inscribed essays.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">每天都是我生命中的一张白纸,每一个人、每一件事都是一篇生动的文章。</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Jeden Tag in meinem Leben in ein Stück weißes Papier, jede Person und jedes Ding ist ein lebendiger Artikel.</span>Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-6813668233023352532009-02-17T13:16:00.004+08:002009-02-19T10:53:07.640+08:00New Skirtinghey...guys check this out...how's it?<br />new skirting..haha<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303633725771371042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-bRNABLdkBwQuPkoB0Hz61KSi7zzGCFKNS7sqhJyS00pxnVjeIKN8Xaxrq7R44PtW3PLqhPgMmX7GTmAcTKTJCVhHY4GZBALBJJitQrkaO5EPXFgxfgic0ZCQu83jBuyQeZp5j2AjpQ/s320/DSC00741.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303633718903575778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLLfd-bWlR7mQhS45vzIoJWE1jtj8eY9FtpsZHDrMxu5bXqG280YzQV25lhXB5fGInlf6-MnN0PawpNQ6I0KpZUbT_WDoRVh9Agxlkz3iwmW-vbYy5AdrVfQqJz3_eavCwoW7wYqhiw/s320/DSC00745.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div>Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-36361265086554488032009-02-17T00:38:00.002+08:002009-02-17T00:42:52.099+08:00Still ThoughtLife becomes meaningful when we shoulder responsibilities. Avoiding responsibilities makes our life empty.<br /><br />人生因为有责任而踏实,逃避责任就是虚度人生。<br /><br />Das Leben wird sinnvoll, wenn wir Schulter Verantwortung. Vermeiden von Verantwortung macht unser Leben leer.Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-76138052359556669622009-02-17T00:31:00.002+08:002009-02-17T00:37:27.917+08:00Aaaaaa....Whats wrong with my iPhone...Unable update to 2.2.1version....It is that my macbook problem or connection? uuuuu.....retry for more than 10times and wasted for 18hours...almost done and appear error...Anyone here is iPhone advance user? help help...kena minta tolong...Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-20114457455913815012009-02-16T11:00:00.005+08:002009-02-16T11:16:41.859+08:00UnDeCiDe... :SWent to Taylor's College ask about the entry requirement and what is the benefit of studying there...aikz...kepala pusing now...<div>South Australia Matriculation and Cambridge A-Level is starts from March intake the date to be completed is the same as the January intake meaning that I will be the same class with January intake...Argh..Pressure...so...guys...which one do you take? A-Level or SAM?</div><div>Anyway Work Hard...haha...</div><div>Good thing Taylor's College links to Australian Marine School,University of Tasmania but the entry requirement damn HIGH...6.5...ish...Well,gonna take up Marine Logistics and Management as they provide job with international company...good right? haha</div>Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-14368152820476275652009-02-15T00:02:00.002+08:002009-02-15T00:17:39.007+08:00Still ThoughtBelieve in yourself,but do not be attached to your own point of view.<br /><br />人应该相信自己,但是不可执着。<br /><br />Glauben an sich selbst, aber nicht an Ihren eigenen Standpunkt.Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-51958221728364559222009-02-13T23:38:00.004+08:002009-02-14T00:47:02.797+08:00Valentine? probably not!hmm...Valentine day now...but to me...Single Awareness day...haha...<br />What to celebrate even it is a couple...Buy a bouquet of flowers? Treat each other in a restaurant? No way...Save the earth as you know the climate is getting worst and worst...agree? XD..well, one of my friend Ruo Yun sent this link to me...very sweat and funny...if you are single i suggest you guys go take a look on the video clip...haha...keng...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBKQqQj67tc">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBKQqQj67tc</a>Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-50428097943652405582009-02-11T21:58:00.005+08:002009-02-12T00:15:55.220+08:00Own Make Dishhaha...Night...go for Supper!<br />Yesterday night my dad asked me to cook pasta cheesy bake with lamb...hmmm...taste good...1st time attempt to cook lamb...haha<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdG7HMd1MZEF6RqW7rCZHw1YNIcsutvLZickXFfEWEHgyf-Gie7RyOpfaaruuCIQ-K1sPSyIhSrBxLmyMc-Ame7TL8TAmqji5g5NQWgJWXrjjYnj8hI5ca2YCFiYz9FA0H431E9Kxbzg/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301573890514352994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU030hw98DxYdpqL1rVwPtrZW8nr_xAicmsVyeQSJwF8SRNgYNXbQ4VNp2ElVBJ4oYO3VV2t6ODxoMQcDKmbWUNFyzhbV8wRfnhhH_1lA1zLhZeCNZ4D49ebt_WvqMxCTlEO_P0LYjhQ/s320/DSC00712.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-43818227272286892662009-02-11T21:44:00.006+08:002009-02-12T12:43:09.573+08:00New Lego CollectionWell,bought them for weeks ago but now free to update my blog...haha...<br />Collection of 2009<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">E<span style="color:#ffff00;">x</span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;">o<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;">-<span style="color:#33ccff;">F</span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">o<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">r<span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;">c<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;">e</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301537335680780226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheLBXkJBPpfa9Wi2BOomKNnrFv_28WKG34aYc7HkwLUku77YOn3XU65U3LhB_HpGCkCVY9kaxRODQkIB-dlkf-NUSOTowultp0ezDjYRaQYxLjXZt5DWVff2v6r2po234QohHbuVl-rw/s320/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301537334036873026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioWtRDnAMkXoEe7j5QIbe2Uq_YyxEW51lQIj91VwiEjGbj_ipKp2MoQAwFpxTCHx_mxF3K4wPKgzViRbQiZoNvhx3oPQc-FfehFuwhW55NJv2x3_39R81oUfhggoS6J6AE0XCR23NhpA/s320/DSC00715.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301537325907849010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwQdexHYKQ-IMuSZurbMehsYJoZrXdWUby_GfHBgHL6RGIXfdtHY3M8_jheQRLKKWxJZI3_oK2wUe3bZC5NqKYTTWdPG0-Uc3wGn7tJfGPl3GdBqkXTNAORak8flKTMGX5a7I0__UqQ/s320/DSC00716.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301537321248390770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQrWOUe-VCKAzPFNQ8S2lCi112qHArzFIUiXMU-0sbbKAIxGA3bziaThQ5WAdHXqrrB3YQtbXl5mXNpEM-loWqculGBclKgzIipjHAG4-WPEKNPBpCJpn7zn_QttSpVikKMRUQjZn65A/s320/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" />Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188403787098616877.post-4937841717114274232009-02-08T00:37:00.007+08:002009-02-10T01:02:07.454+08:00Chilis Dinner<span style="color:#ffffff;">Invited Jeff,Elvin and Sean to Chilis Restaurant...spend</span> <span style="color:#ffff00;">RM210.05 for 6dishes</span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">with a</span> <span style="color:#33ff33;">BAD <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">service...there was a waiter name Asphaw i think? Chinese guy with</span> <span style="color:#33ff33;">brainless<span style="color:#ffffff;">...</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">don't know to serve and looks childish...Jeff resquested to give two cups of coke but the fellow </span><span style="color:#ffffff;">purposely ignore...ish...Jeff and Sean order just look like 1st time stepping into western cuisine...swt...</span><span style="color:#ff9900;">I want this</span> <span style="color:#ffff00;">I want that</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">...lol...the other waiter tk our order till blur...haha...something rediculous happen...Jeff and Sean coudn't finish and ask their friend who stays nearby come over to eat...How bout Elvin and me? hmmm....Elvin was using my MacBook Pro so i guide him to use although we are eating but not that crazy as Sean and Jeff...common sense ya...6 heavy dishes with just 4person...lol...</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">Next Day, I heard a</span> <span style="color:#00cccc;">bad news</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">...Jeff ate until</span> <span style="color:#009900;">fever</span><span style="color:#ffffff;"> and admitted hospital...=_='''....I think it should be a lesson for him not to be so greedy...I hope he is recovering soon...haha...next time plan to go The Ship for dinner...<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Advice Don't Go Chilis Restaurant...Bad service...</strong></span>Jeremyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02263728284563598773noreply@blogger.com4