<?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-12288011</id><updated>2012-01-09T07:59:56.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Portray my illustration</title><subtitle type='html'>Ever wonder what triggers the stream of thoughts? Its all around you....around...around...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>496</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-8642443573759922476</id><published>2007-10-22T03:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T03:32:06.573+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement of new Blog!!</title><content type='html'>So I wanted to seperate my life into two blogs now.&lt;br /&gt;Thailand will be on the other side of the page.&lt;br /&gt;So just Click the title and check out what's there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of hugs and kisses!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-8642443573759922476?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://givinglearningdancing.blogspot.com' title='Announcement of new Blog!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/8642443573759922476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=8642443573759922476' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8642443573759922476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8642443573759922476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/10/announcement-of-new-blog.html' title='Announcement of new Blog!!'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-3682067005107995021</id><published>2007-10-17T09:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T10:33:10.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>1 going away...for good this time, a football career!&lt;br /&gt;I was just having loads of fun by the beach and thought that i got to know more and more people, but it seems that I only expect the good things but not the reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ran away, some manage to come back ,healthy , and some come back with sickness. &lt;br /&gt;some remain in the centre, happy and obedient. Some never manage to behave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is what keep the centre busy each day, dealing with different happenings... but feeling the sincerity in everyone in their job, I am comfortable here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls went to camp, so I don't have the afternoon class. Watched some marvelous films in the 1940s - ' citizen kane' and ' rear Window'..I am very impressed by how the movie's plot developed from the most simplistic setting... and simple idea, for example a person's life and spying on the neighbours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The market here is always exciting to look around. I wanted to buy little stickers for the boys but ended up buying myself yet another top. maybe i have to wait a little for my sisters to come join me before i start the real shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girls are having fun dancing with me everyday. Hip hop and salsa today. I wonder they will be willing to put up a performance that i am planing now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have my lunch with the most random ppl today.. dunno them...just noe that they are staffs.but during lunch, they just asked me to jump on their bikes, and then off I left with them to a place near the Klong toey temple for lunch. Typical spicy papaya salad, plus some fish and meat..... my life is full of FOOD surprise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-3682067005107995021?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/3682067005107995021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=3682067005107995021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/3682067005107995021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/3682067005107995021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/10/emotional-roller-coaster.html' title='Emotional Roller Coaster'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-6098639849724794758</id><published>2007-10-15T14:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T15:09:02.674+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ampawa and Cha-an Trip (click)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-6098639849724794758?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=60649&amp;l=0dee4&amp;id=689970236' title='Ampawa and Cha-an Trip (click)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/6098639849724794758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=6098639849724794758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6098639849724794758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6098639849724794758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/10/ampawa-and-cha-trip-click.html' title='Ampawa and Cha-an Trip (click)'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-4061122891723528151</id><published>2007-10-10T11:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:15:26.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching Nightmare</title><content type='html'>And you said teaching was fun???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day when everything seemed to go wrong!&lt;br /&gt;It’s good that I am able to observe their intentions behind their attitude, like the little kids are jealous of anyone who would get my attention, fighting over an odd color notebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older girls are not doing the exercise properly or making fun of the girls among them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are really spoilt today, even in the orphanage! They have almost everything! Sponsors, computer rooms, volunteers, yet they didn’t really know the deep meaning behind all those care and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the little boys I am teaching. I have no idea, what I have run into. Maybe I will remain just a friend of them rather be a teacher that require much more patience, shouting  and ‘understanding’ if not you will definitely getting a heart-attack every minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I am still going on, because there are always some of them who are caring and understanding enough to make your day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 girls helped me carry my books and teaching tools after the class. One man opened and closed the car door for me. The house parent who has little English help translates for me. Yesterday when Alison (new volunteer from Wales) and I went to 7 eleven just across the street, one boy came with a baseball stick to protect us from the wild dogs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WHO mentioned Thailand is chaotic?? Never believe the newspaper. I am so serious about this now. I am making a statement here! I feel that its safer and classier than KL because of the people. (Quality tourists and locals, yeah you will know what I mean) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to one of the nicest (first) night market in Lumphini today with Alison, Deb and Mike. The price of a quality meal is so affordable even for me! All, I mean ALL the things are pretty and CHEAP, yes I mean it!( pretty clothes(normally 40 ringgit) range from 10 to 25rm) It will be stupid to shop in KL( or HK) at all!!! Streets are clean, safe( police are everywhere)its cozy, easy access (metro is right next to it, and many main shopping places) quiet to walk around, all the shops are very organized, its not wet and dirty at all! And there more than hundred of them to spin around! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to wait for anybody (you know who you are) to come!!! So Come! I have known some really nice hang out place from INSIDER!! And this weekend I am going to the beach with the kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-4061122891723528151?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/4061122891723528151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=4061122891723528151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/4061122891723528151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/4061122891723528151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/10/teaching-nightmare.html' title='Teaching Nightmare'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-8432645111256794087</id><published>2007-10-07T12:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T12:38:22.245+02:00</updated><title type='text'>updated Pictures of the week(click)</title><content type='html'>Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-8432645111256794087?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=58540&amp;l=bcc48&amp;id=689970236' title='updated Pictures of the week(click)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/8432645111256794087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=8432645111256794087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8432645111256794087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8432645111256794087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/10/updated-pictures-of-weekclick.html' title='updated Pictures of the week(click)'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-6607743514244494757</id><published>2007-10-06T03:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T04:01:48.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fantastic 4" with the boys</title><content type='html'>I know the boys more and more as the day progress and as my Thai progresses as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the third day, after weeping over the touching stories of Father Joe’s, I thought I could see through their innocent faces, smell the sweat and tears that hopefully have long gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the big day of Andrew Bigg’s Academy visit. They came for a one day workshop, giving the kids interest and confidence to learn English. In between the workshops, I brainstormed with Deb with more Interesting materials for our coming English class. Then, I met John, during the lunch break, and talked a lot of him living in Bangkok and how I ended up in Bangkok. It’s like the 3rd John I met in 4 days? Mine!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he is 25, how am I to believe that when he has white moustache and that mature look? I see more than 5 years difference! But the Power Point workshop he conducted was more than exhausting! It’s a step to step guide from downloading pictures, to saving the pictures in folder, then creating a Power Point presentation about Thailand. Of course, it’s a very good method to make them interested in the skill itself. Two kids under my provision got a cap for the colorful presentation they did.(only 4 got it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My motivation of learning Thai increases each day as I came back to Mercy 1 to the kids. Now I understand why Neung’s nickname is Mercy one. I love them dearly, each and every actions from dinner makes me laugh. They tease at each other, yet still know how to respect, they wanted the Potato Chips i bought but still know how to share and get only their own portion. They know I can’t speak Thai but still try to communicate with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat in the TV room watching “Fantastic 4 “today, and I planned to have Boat and some other kids with rhythm to perform in Father Joe’s birthday. It would be such great fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-6607743514244494757?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/6607743514244494757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=6607743514244494757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6607743514244494757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6607743514244494757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/10/fantastic-4-with-boys.html' title='&quot;Fantastic 4&quot; with the boys'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-6295179421355767754</id><published>2007-10-03T11:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:19:57.709+02:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Volunteering in HDF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RwShQMMK6KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9zeg6CkBQrk/s1600-h/IMG_0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RwShQMMK6KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9zeg6CkBQrk/s400/IMG_0250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117392376121976994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RwShQcMK6LI/AAAAAAAAAJc/szu6GD9nT4g/s1600-h/IMG_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RwShQcMK6LI/AAAAAAAAAJc/szu6GD9nT4g/s400/IMG_0253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117392380416944306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RwShQsMK6MI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3r5irbPeRUI/s1600-h/IMG_0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RwShQsMK6MI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3r5irbPeRUI/s400/IMG_0257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117392384711911618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RwShQsMK6NI/AAAAAAAAAJs/F0XTuXWFILM/s1600-h/IMG_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RwShQsMK6NI/AAAAAAAAAJs/F0XTuXWFILM/s400/IMG_0259.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117392384711911634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked me to go home at 4 pm. But what?&lt;br /&gt;Its only three hours after my wake up time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows I am active at night! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I woke up at 6 50 am today, something I have not done for two months. Bluey....&lt;br /&gt;Came to the Centre and meet dozens and dozens of staff who are working so hard to make sure the smooth working of the whole Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always pronounce their name, but it took alot of time to remember them. So I wrote them all down....name and post, i wanted to take a picture of them as well as I have my camera with me. but it felt a little too much so I didn't do it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, i am already helpful on my first task-- interviewing possible candidates for Singapore UWC Grade 8ders. Giving them courage to speak in English is so important as all of them are quite nervous facing me and the other volunteer, Deborah, who has been here on and off for a few years, together with Michael, her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I joined Deb's class of Staff English class. The staffs who turned up were the Art and Computer teacher. The class was so fun pin-pointing the countries on the Globe. Really, they are cute when they speak english....i almost forget they are teachers.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of lunch, it was kinda like Laksa, but it wasn't spicy at all...for desert i had Pumpkin soup which is abit like BU BU CHA CHA. Suddenly i came up with teaching the girls to make Pumpkin fried rice. Yeah, I am cooking, which is something i never do at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people tried speaking hokkien and cantonese and mandarin with me...of course..i could understand everything. Father Joe, the founder of HDF , tried to catch me with words that I may not know...but its his accent that is confusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please entertain me at night.. call me or something..so that i will not be that  boring!!!&lt;br /&gt;my free time is after 5 pm onwards!! can u believe it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone number +66838857751&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-6295179421355767754?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/6295179421355767754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=6295179421355767754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6295179421355767754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6295179421355767754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-day-of-volunteering-in-hdf.html' title='First day of Volunteering in HDF'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RwShQMMK6KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9zeg6CkBQrk/s72-c/IMG_0250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-272761845145909235</id><published>2007-09-14T19:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T20:09:05.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>stages of making a judgement</title><content type='html'>I had my miserable trip going to the Thai embassy today.&lt;br /&gt;I missed the visa application hour, which means i was 'catching wind'. However on my way finding the embassy, some switch and turns with stations, I was lost for 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the faces on the streets. Strangers, people from all races, different style, different hairdo. If I wasn't in Malaysia, maybe you might say I am being stereotype for making such a decision. First , look for 'yellow skin', then look at their attire, i will usually look for the nerdy kind of people, mostly with spectacle, and white sports shoes and pants ( not jeans). Cause chances of being rejected when asking directions are, NONE. even more, chances of them speaking mandarin, 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah , we chinese do have the 'mandarin speakers or not' kind of look. Only locals are able to identify them. But recently i guess people have a hard time guessing from my looks since i no longer dress like a typical 'mandarin speaker' ARgh ...yeah : What's typical???&lt;br /&gt;I have not specific answer man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this process of choosing people for direction is essential i think, to avoid being 'paiseh' aka embarrasment. Malaysians are linguist,( half pail water most of the time) so its not like Italy where you can just start chatting in italian. Although English is the best choice, but normally you want to be nice with your same 'racial group' so you don't speak a 'foreign' language with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly!!! Friendlier with same skin colour, and english with a person with no connections, and finally Malay if you really have to. Race, is a branch after the category 'Malaysians' and 'none Malaysians'. Then Chinese will branch out to ( this is strictly my personal opinion) chinese educated, non chinese educated aka banana, chinese educated will branch out to Chinese gov school, non gov chinese school( their chinese should be better) , chinese speaking family in malay school etc......english educated will be branch out to 'baba and nyonya', mixed marriages, due to globalization therefore parents took away their mother tongue, or well intergrated in the Malaysian community, speaking Manglish and some dialects..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah is it important?? hell yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;It totally change everything! perspective, opinion, attitude, mentality, definition of being Malaysian....wait... no.. we are still on the second band citizen of course,  no matter which type of chinese we are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In US, they said its political suicidal when you make a judgement like what i did in black and white or even speak it out. People are all equal, you shouldn't judge their friendliness by their look or their skin color or guess their first language by their sports shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, does it stop them or us from judging in our own little mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set a task for my self when i was in KLCC ( there were full of foreigners!): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; to spot a spanish speaking foreigner who is from spain and can speak perfect english and friendly and likes dancing. I spotted one , with green polo shirt and shorts, a cap, sandlers, very short hair, abit tan, likes the sun, but I never managed to see through that!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-272761845145909235?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/272761845145909235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=272761845145909235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/272761845145909235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/272761845145909235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/09/stages-of-making-judgement.html' title='stages of making a judgement'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-1847071998604692927</id><published>2007-09-04T21:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:13:01.593+02:00</updated><title type='text'>无力感</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to work forever but can't seems to find the right formula or attitude to start my job.I don't seems to cherish the opportunity i have with this work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave to hunt people down from the outside world. From facebook, friendster, voipstunt, to hear the familiar voices again. I crave to meet new people, from the friends of old friends, from organization yet hesitate to become unseperable. I wanted to find a safe zone from the 'danger' zone everybody's talking about. I wanted to find a motive where nobody seems to see in me．I need a reason to wake up early and go for something i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to communicate with a person from the outside who never step his head into the cyber world? He never uses the email, nor the Msn chat, nor visited any of my blogs or details online. Thanks to him, i seem to balance myself for presenting too much in the cyber world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is there left to present when all the details are typed in black and white? What is there to think when my thoughts are never clear if it weren't written out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is following a path so difficult for me? Why is finding a path even worse than following one?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-1847071998604692927?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/1847071998604692927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=1847071998604692927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/1847071998604692927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/1847071998604692927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_04.html' title='无力感'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-7587529184984516036</id><published>2007-09-01T20:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:30:16.490+02:00</updated><title type='text'>单恋</title><content type='html'>单恋就如蚊子印一样，知道抓了会痛，还是毫无知觉的让尖利的指甲刺下去， 不知是在享受那刺激还是提醒自己的痛苦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎么无端端的把这两件事联想在一起？拜我那十五粒蚊子印所赐吧！头疼到要命了，还是挥之不去！幸好还有源源为我敷药膏，亲情的温馨哪！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜深人静的夜晚，我突然想起了《孤单北半球》。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-7587529184984516036?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/7587529184984516036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=7587529184984516036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7587529184984516036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7587529184984516036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='单恋'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-2590069618476668884</id><published>2007-08-26T13:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T13:11:15.910+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anouncement for more WEbsites!</title><content type='html'>Oh mine....more photoblogs and photos to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photoblog.com/sijiedaikarche"&gt;Photoblog.com/sijiedaikarche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/sijie_lol"&gt;flickr.com/photos/sijie_lol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will now be add on to my "friendly ties" links...THANK YOU for your attention!!:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-2590069618476668884?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-3029600236406068829</id><published>2007-08-14T08:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T09:16:47.463+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law of Attraction</title><content type='html'>I believe that there are some truth in the SECRET that everyone is crazy about, and this is so far what i have been compiling since my first encounter with the Law of Attraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life and others tend to make things tricky and down for us, in other words, share the miserable faith with each other then we have lots to complain about. However, I am determined to have a great life for myself. Eventhough it means less topic of the day, why not believe in the potential in myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note that I keep to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speak with full certainty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think of the positive things will create multiple effect from the feelings, the universe will indentity with the positive things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Afraid of confronting with the easy outcome? Afraid of losing fast as it come fast? The fear factor is what drive the dream away!It is an unconscious order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;By circling around the thoughts, the thoughts control the universe ( I think I cause the lost of my earing in Barcelona!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Generate the thought, Feel of having the Thought, and Action!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing is coincidence!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We must release ourselves of being a victim and start taking control of our life!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gratitude: nothing new come into life unless we are grateful of what we already have&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Appreciate what we have got and create space for the better, then we just relax and be with it. Its like taking an order and wait for it to return to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weight problems? We should be grateful to be healthy and whole, we most love our body as it is functional and we have the right to love ourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Choose Today to give myself the best life EVer!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spiritual awakening: "love beauty" - eliminating jealugy, competitive, because the energy is enough for everybody&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Everything is in the present" - get something new, let go of something old. We keep held on to the old thought and old stories. What we are really doing is we are keeping ourselves right where we are. We can't move on...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgiveness- other's fault cannot determine my destiny. We must be free inside. We deserve to feel best as a survivor and a trivor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;True forgiveness- "Thank you for giving me that experience" ( you being a jerk has made me.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ourselves are suppose to treat ourselves best! Treat ourselves the way we want other's to treat us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live the gift and talents within me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every relationship is a new beginning.(Don't talk about one in another )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ASK, BELIEVE , RECEIVE: Ask once because we have faith, we believe it with real actions and visualize it, and we receive by walking to the direction we want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PROVIDING VALUE: What can we give to take what we want to get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our Visions must be Affirmative!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harmony Wealth: financial, relations, interlectual, physical  and Spiritual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mediocracy always attacks: nobody can stand you feeling GREAT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-3029600236406068829?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/3029600236406068829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=3029600236406068829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/3029600236406068829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/3029600236406068829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/08/law-of-attraction.html' title='The Law of Attraction'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-2573512401275595878</id><published>2007-08-06T12:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T12:39:01.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy siblings</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh&lt;br /&gt;My siblings are all crazy...&lt;br /&gt;just need to note this down...&lt;br /&gt;for no reason..&lt;br /&gt;just... BITCHA SO....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-2573512401275595878?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/2573512401275595878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=2573512401275595878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/2573512401275595878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/2573512401275595878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/08/crazy-siblings.html' title='Crazy siblings'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-2042632066772835549</id><published>2007-07-31T15:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:50:24.611+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Home! (click)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-2042632066772835549?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=40374&amp;l=4e87b&amp;id=689970236' title='Pictures from Home! (click)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/2042632066772835549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=2042632066772835549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/2042632066772835549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/2042632066772835549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/07/pictures-from-home-click.html' title='Pictures from Home! (click)'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-4950441979048737524</id><published>2007-07-31T07:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T07:17:35.586+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hong kong trip photos! ( click)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-4950441979048737524?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=40292&amp;l=4048a&amp;id=689970236' title='hong kong trip photos! ( click)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/4950441979048737524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=4950441979048737524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/4950441979048737524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/4950441979048737524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/07/hong-kong-trip-photos-click.html' title='hong kong trip photos! ( click)'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-6808341680490797119</id><published>2007-07-26T16:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T16:59:41.661+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick LIAO!</title><content type='html'>feels like i have return forever!&lt;br /&gt;Receive my first year Sabina from Malaysia then went directly to Catholic High School.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like visiting my used to be second home.&lt;br /&gt;Pasar Malam was interesting as well.&lt;br /&gt;Understand the feeling of buying cheap also can have high return!!&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my throats sours like hell!! God please cure me!!&lt;br /&gt;Too heaty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;tak boleh tahan la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-6808341680490797119?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/6808341680490797119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=6808341680490797119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6808341680490797119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6808341680490797119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/07/sick-liao.html' title='Sick LIAO!'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-7781985882091343342</id><published>2007-07-23T20:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:31:17.958+02:00</updated><title type='text'>IGOR'S</title><content type='html'>It's a special place to end all good memories and experience in Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;I was in this pub called Igor's in Lan Kwai Fong, the famous hangout place for party lovers, in this incredibly busy and intense city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peak , cheryl, ifc, movie ,lots more things that i have done and wanted to write about it&lt;br /&gt;now its time to sleep flying back from macau to malaysia! at last!!&lt;br /&gt;describe it more later!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;Daikarche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-7781985882091343342?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/7781985882091343342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=7781985882091343342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7781985882091343342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7781985882091343342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/07/igors.html' title='IGOR&apos;S'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-3281124862006404979</id><published>2007-07-14T18:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T18:48:50.077+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanberg trip , last stop in Scandinavia(press)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rpj4-KAFlJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mrHKQMMqZkA/s1600-h/PICT0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rpj4-KAFlJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mrHKQMMqZkA/s400/PICT0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087089525835273362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My belated b'day in Sweden with Olivia! 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FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RpP_l35OZRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qzdcyD0sbcQ/s320/Cam000405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-2160874748530551494?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/2160874748530551494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=2160874748530551494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/2160874748530551494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/2160874748530551494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-peaceful-bday.html' title='My peaceful b&apos;day'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RpP_kn5OZOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bqPzUzGaKbs/s72-c/Cam000401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-8097048255084985279</id><published>2007-07-08T01:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T01:16:47.454+02:00</updated><title type='text'>你好，再见</title><content type='html'>刚说你好，过了一个傍晚又说再见了。&lt;br /&gt;时间转瞬间， 一直都知道他是不回头的， 珍惜当下啊，我每天都盼望我做得很好。&lt;br /&gt;muyambi虽不算是老友，却也称得上是同志。&lt;br /&gt;背景的差异让我们更应该珍惜这么难得能做朋友的机会&lt;br /&gt;从火车站回来到现在， 都没有人有心情聊天  &lt;br /&gt;能明白是过了一个半月的相处阿&lt;br /&gt;我和tekber 不也一样吗&lt;br /&gt;时间不等人，我最记得她说：我知道你什么时候被我伤害。&lt;br /&gt;是啊，能互相明白对方的需要，有口难言时，点个头，也一了百了。今天在车上所见也是一样&lt;br /&gt;一个在学校里给人印象那么不同的男生却也有感性的一面， 友情的影响力真的不可以小看阿&lt;br /&gt;当一个人可以在你面前聊天说地，真的要认真看，认真地过每一分每一秒&lt;br /&gt;再过几个城市又能再见到久违的脸孔。。。&lt;br /&gt;人生中有多少个你好和再见呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8月7号2007年&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to oslo for the last time maybe? Not in the next ten years I guess.&lt;br /&gt;The repeated routine just ended abruptly. No ceremony to celebrate its ending then.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the college life. Its the routine, the people , the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, I encountered 5 friendly sweds as I moved into the Hotel's hostel for the last three days. It wasn't lonely at all. In fact its the people that I could speak with the most and have the feeling of connection. Not just a mere conversation. Not to mention all of them are pretty and cute. Envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest conversation i had was perhaps the 'shit ' conversation. Due to the fact they are actually working in a rehabilitation centre for the old. They have really funny stories about the behavior of the old people. How they react and how they speak. Abit similar with Elizabeth's job I presume. The family must have been having a great time in Malta by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful bus ride ever. My favourite tranquility of turqoise river connected to the waterfall, connected to the fjord and the sea. How I wish everywhere else is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july 7th 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-8097048255084985279?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/8097048255084985279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=8097048255084985279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8097048255084985279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8097048255084985279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='你好，再见'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-963728292578712146</id><published>2007-07-07T17:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T18:02:30.141+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Jolster</title><content type='html'>In three hours I am gonna leave this working place that I have been for one and a half months to Olso. Starting my Travel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn phone. Never get through. I have been shutting my mouth for the pass few days.&lt;br /&gt;Damn xuan dun wanna come online.&lt;br /&gt;Damn everything. Not in a good mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to start packing too!&lt;br /&gt;Please change my mood so that I can travel happily!!!! argh...&lt;br /&gt;I am mumbling for fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiveEarth is such an enormous sucess!!! The warming about Global Climate change hope it will get the effect we wish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been doing the project on a smaller scale ( of course) but in a very similiar idea to how the event runs and what people should be aware about. Proud that we done it before the media!! Go go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to do more about it personally when i can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Skei hotel and Bye tv programmes in Skei hotel! hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to buy some chips for my bus travel ( 8 hours!) still damn expensive!!!&lt;br /&gt;luckily today i have 40 kroners tips! :P&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-963728292578712146?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/963728292578712146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=963728292578712146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/963728292578712146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/963728292578712146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/07/leaving-jolster.html' title='Leaving Jolster'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-6704379599043415868</id><published>2007-06-18T22:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T20:01:14.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'>summer 2007(press again !! )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RnbsFYRE-1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/lvmaUi7W4FU/s1600-h/DSCF2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RnbsFYRE-1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/lvmaUi7W4FU/s400/DSCF2180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077505207064394578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunny days, mountains, working, dreaming, sleeping, cold, hot, boredom, green, dolls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-6704379599043415868?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://new.photos.yahoo.com/sijie710/album/576460762404601613' title='summer 2007(press again !! )'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/6704379599043415868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=6704379599043415868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6704379599043415868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6704379599043415868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-2007press-and-choose.html' title='summer 2007(press again !! )'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RnbsFYRE-1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/lvmaUi7W4FU/s72-c/DSCF2180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-8569660732449974668</id><published>2007-06-14T18:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:01:08.005+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernatural</title><content type='html'>Hmmm. Nowadays, with the hit series of ' Heroes', 'Medium' , ' Spidy'  etc. Supernatural has been long into our lifes. I don't tend to believe it superstitiously or ignore its existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as I followed the pace , episode by episode over ' Oprah' with the most discussed topic right now, seems that it has becoming more and more realistic to discuss about Supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientist has carried out more and more experiments to prove that these elements exist, but just takes a lot of time to find prove. - Physicist try to put theories together and base on the assumed theories to build up more 'truth', and these elements has becoming more fisible these days, in compare with physics, they are too some 'assumed' theories that needed to be build up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people with special abilities attended the interview and explain what are they doing with their abilities to help 'communicate' with another world. One of them compare it with the 'Internet' , where nobody could get into it, but everybody communicates through that medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but observing all these people with the look of profession and smart outfit came in with those strong arguement for it, if I were to invite a 'witch' of any kind, with her potions and her old ancient books, with colourful powders and leaves, How will the impression change? At least from my own interpretation, these people has been exist in different forms around us, they can't explain it as perfectly like physics or internet, but they do have their own ways of 'communicating'. How does one method look more trustworthy than the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One arguement I believe: Scientist do not trust the existence of God or Supernatural things, because they ignore their existence, even if they do have the chance to communicate with their love ones from the other world, they have made themselves insulated because they do not believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in something really make a huge difference towards how we invite ' things ' into our lifes, regardless of any form. Success, People, relationships, challenges, Powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more people trying to be multitalent and achieve the unreachable, but what are the odds?&lt;br /&gt;One quote that I have came accross yesterday that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not to be ideal, it is how we live in a reality with high ideals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after all the striving of looking for theories and convincing arguements, all we need is only to meditate and believe beautiful things can happen if our soul is calm and peaceful, so we could reach the end of the tunnel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-8569660732449974668?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/8569660732449974668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=8569660732449974668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8569660732449974668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8569660732449974668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/06/supernatural.html' title='Supernatural'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-918760174850116627</id><published>2007-06-14T14:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T14:35:10.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSER</title><content type='html'>It has been sunshine for some time, and as i started to take out my summer wear, the cold breeze shoke my body and we had to walk around with clenched teeth.&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me about their struggling of going back to the 44 degrees and 35 degrees sunshine. I wonder what will it like when i go back in a months time? I still vaguely remember mommy shouted at me when I was wearing sleeveless backhome because of the extreme heat.&lt;br /&gt;I have another free day, and still trying hard to arrange the 'Memories' in my computer and my diary entries.&lt;br /&gt;I had to delete something in order to save something new.&lt;br /&gt;New memories must come in but old memories must be compact into the storeroom. Funny description but its true.&lt;br /&gt;The movie ' Closer' deals with the behavior of people in a microscopic view. As the charming Jude Law actually having affair with the beautiful Julia Roberts and the Sexy doctor actually have abnormal fantacies. It reminds me the reason of me retaining distance with people that I know. As you live together 24/7, there are so many little faults that you observed, either you accept it and live with it the rest of your stay with him or her, or you talked about the uneasiness and hopefully get through with it without a fight. I am usually very afraid of confrontation despite my guts speaking out about other things.&lt;br /&gt;Or flip things around, just embrase the wonderful things you like about the person, and treasure the nice moments together.&lt;br /&gt;So lets choose, staying CLOSER and know about EVERYTHING, or ADMIRE in DISTANCE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-918760174850116627?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/918760174850116627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=918760174850116627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/918760174850116627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/918760174850116627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/06/closer.html' title='CLOSER'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-3622486569691784724</id><published>2007-06-06T21:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:07:05.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How far do you believe this??</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_b1GKGWJbE8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_b1GKGWJbE8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-3622486569691784724?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/3622486569691784724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=3622486569691784724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/3622486569691784724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/3622486569691784724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-far-do-you-believe-this.html' title='How far do you believe this??'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-2950155704923607723</id><published>2007-06-03T19:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:27:22.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>It has been a week. Wow, that is very fast...&lt;br /&gt;I started to work as a cleaning lady the very next day after my graduation.&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about cleaning (taken out the brainless mechanical routine) is that I could watch endless of TV programme.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I have never update myself enough about the happenings around the world since UWC. Not that I am not aware of, its just I was so spoonfed in the college that I didn't have the tendancy to  reach out for the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the disasterous IB exam, one thing that come useful is Economics when I was watching the BBC news.&lt;br /&gt;All the dilema that BBC discussed about Aid in Africa, Global Warming, Spreading of Disease and the Cause of it, Happiness Measurement, Kidnapping or english reporter in Gaza etc, has given me so much insight of what is happening in the World, under Development.These issues has been brought about and many solution has been' made' throughout my two years, the problem is who to implement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you think that I have not change after the two years of abroad? How can you think that the World is still centralize around one nation? How can you think that knowing more means that you are in a higher status? How can you think that if I have a different opinion, it means that I don't care and am looking you down as I am more 'intellectual'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many arguements around things, and it is inevitable that I am no longer limit myself to one point of view. Its very obvious to my close ones Especially when I used to be an obidient and an information absorber. There are so many conspiracy in the process of giving information that leads to misguiding and  manipulation, that I can't help but question each theory. Blame 'critical thinking' that have brought up more questions than answer. But what i have learnt in two years is to be able to self interpret and question the viality, volatility, long term, short term problems ...bla bla bla i can never finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a showing off session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one must understand how much a mind works before judging and prejudicing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times i was trying to explain but it turned out to be a chaotic debate. Bridging between the 'Rights' and ' Wrongs' , How do you define responsibility of one to their family, country, the earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting from ' Oprah' show about happiness. The key word to Success is SIGNIFICANCE. To give an action a meaning. Yes, i am taking from the American show, but doesn't mean what they said is not reasonable. 'Destination addiction' is a term used by psycologist that One doesn't feel happy, but trying to persue a happiness in one 'destiny' in a far future. WE all chase our dreams. Whether in terms of material or the essence of meaning. Its easier to said, I am aiming for the Big Bucks and Big Cars and Big house, because its visible, and you can form some sort of Formula on achieving it. But what if I want an Experience that may change my life? What if I don't want to set the Big Cs as my aim but the only C which is CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always look for more when you reach the top. There's no end of lust and wants. Unlimited wants and limited resources is our problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only an Enjoyable Process can give Significance to the Success. If i were to work mechanically as a cleaner my whole life to get the Big bucks, i would rather XXX. So what the process takes a long turn and a few more failures and challenge? WE all set our aim and purpose before we start the process. One thing for sure, I will never abandon other things DURING one particular learning process. I won't forget to shower even right now my aim is to make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE always tend to find the easiest way and short cuts to reach the top , and hopefully when we 'succeed' , we are still young and pretty so that we could attract spectators to see how successful we are.I feel successful when i reach my aim, not other's expectations. You can sit in the room for two years and read from the internet for self learning , less chaos, less hustle, less spending. But what if you go out to the 'Wild' , learn with personal experience, help out and make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, When you Consume, You will always find ways to Save in order to Consume. In order to Consume more, We have to save more, In order to save more, We have to INVEST. Invest my energy, my effort, my enthusiasm, my aim, my purpose. The piggy bank does help future consumption, but I believe proper investment gives more extra profit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many developing country Spends out of Poverty, the key word is Appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key word for Aid to success: Appropriate technology by investors ( use more labour than machine in Developing countries), appropriate target ( for the poor, not the government) , appropriate research before helping. Know their needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key word for Happiness: Appropriate means of action. Never regret Time past that you have been spent happily or meaningfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key word for relationship: Appropriate space and appreciation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key word for success: Significance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  you all see when I am on stage. You know how i like to be significant, in other words, noticable ( chu feng tou) , I love to shine, and shine others, I love to be seen on stage of my efforts and my enthusiastic of any decision that I have made  ...&lt;br /&gt;i won't forget its the past achievement that has made me here to be who I am now, I never despise it, i just don need it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by writing another long post, you will understand the significance of the content of this post. Very metaphoric indeed, but for those who understand, you know why i wanted to express myself , Because I do CARE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-2950155704923607723?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/2950155704923607723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/2950155704923607723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/06/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-7277147531536711098</id><published>2007-05-31T17:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T17:43:43.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures and links to my Graduation !!</title><content type='html'>Some are here:&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=LJ3PLZBY" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;http://www.megaupload.com/?d&lt;wbr&gt;=LJ3PLZBY &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(have to download them by typing the security letters on the right hand corner, ma fan abit)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Adrienne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina's photos: Muaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/gp/76991957@N00/7G8GPH" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/gp&lt;wbr&gt;/76991957@N00/7G8GPH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik's: Thanks!&lt;br /&gt; three more folders that you can download or see as a slideshow, see them all at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 120px;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/erik.fendik/GraduationCeremony"&gt;Graduation Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/erik.fendik/GraduationCeremony" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 120px;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/erik.fendik/GraduationDinner"&gt;Graduation Dinner:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/erik.fendik/GraduationDinner" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/erik.fendik/TheTeachersShow"&gt;The Teachers´ Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/erik.fendik/TheTeachersShow" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for direct slideshow press:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 120px;"&gt; - &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/erik.fendik/GraduationCeremony/photo#s5070683999266516098"&gt;Graduation Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/erik.fendik/GraduationCeremony/photo#s5070683999266516098" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-left: 120px;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/erik.fendik/GraduationDinner/photo#s5070681989221815634"&gt;Graduation Dinner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/erik.fendik/GraduationDinner/photo#s5070681989221815634" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 120px;"&gt; - &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/erik.fendik/TheTeachersShow/photo#s5070685661418864146"&gt;The Teachers´ Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically i didn't take any of those pictures....all are taken by first years ( hired for free) hahahaa man..they are good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/erik.fendik/TheTeachersShow/photo#s5070685661418864146" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-7277147531536711098?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/7277147531536711098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=7277147531536711098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7277147531536711098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7277147531536711098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/05/pictures-and-links-to-my-graduation.html' title='Pictures and links to my Graduation !!'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-1283367154574494448</id><published>2007-05-30T21:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T18:18:55.909+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rl3KNjCvj7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QwEwyr7gDP4/s1600-h/sijiegrad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070431089582903218" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rl3KNjCvj7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QwEwyr7gDP4/s400/sijiegrad.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.google.com/image/erik.fendik/Rl6xBlCJtkI/AAAAAAAABDo/IsHSKt9HjPQ/GC%2024.V.%C2%B407%20%28157%29.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://lh6.google.com/image/erik.fendik/Rl6xBlCJtkI/AAAAAAAABDo/IsHSKt9HjPQ/GC%2024.V.%C2%B407%20%28157%29.jpg?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rl7uyzCvj8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/zdAD030QY-w/s1600-h/GD+23.V.%C2%B407+%28355%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rl7uyzCvj8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/zdAD030QY-w/s400/GD+23.V.%C2%B407+%28355%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070752786928340930" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si Jie Loo has graduate from RCNUWC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photos taken in the graduation ceremony!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proud!!!!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress in black is the Graduation dinner the day before!&lt;br /&gt;Jose is my grad date, blondie olivia my roomie,lastly ex roomies helle and tekber and chinese volunteer hong yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rl71PTCvkBI/AAAAAAAAAII/92PEMbz6lrU/s1600-h/PICT9967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rl71PTCvkBI/AAAAAAAAAII/92PEMbz6lrU/s400/PICT9967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070759873624379410" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rl7x6TCvj_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ShoQ4KjIF0Q/s1600-h/DSC06785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rl7x6TCvj_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ShoQ4KjIF0Q/s400/DSC06785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070756214312243186" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rl7z2DCvkAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/97IlZDN9xV8/s1600-h/PICT9967.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-1283367154574494448?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/1283367154574494448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=1283367154574494448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/1283367154574494448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/1283367154574494448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/05/graduated.html' title='Graduated!'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rl3KNjCvj7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QwEwyr7gDP4/s72-c/sijiegrad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-7294219000243740846</id><published>2007-05-15T17:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:46:24.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Headphones</title><content type='html'>Feeling special after put on the headphones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to all the various artists .....singing just for me...only for me...&lt;br /&gt;its more intimate than a personal concert....&lt;br /&gt;me in my world with the artist...revising my maths....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    in an exclusive way, ignoring everything around me, i don't exist in the present world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the lyrics that can always associates to the events in my life...cheesy lyrics yes, but always associated, because its so general.....peaceful, soft, giving signals and hints of my own feelings with the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now....B.A.D is singing 到此一游&lt;br /&gt;then it will be WEST singing ' Queen of my heart' ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( carry us through....the lonely time...i always look back...as i walk away...this memory will last...for eternaly...and all of our tears...will be lost in the rain...when i found my way back..to your arms again...but until that day...you know you are...the queen of my heart.....the queen of my heart)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-7294219000243740846?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/7294219000243740846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=7294219000243740846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7294219000243740846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7294219000243740846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/05/headphones.html' title='Headphones'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-1831389272173228468</id><published>2007-05-12T01:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:52:45.988+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the banquet</title><content type='html'>Chinese version of "Hamlet", didn't now how to describe the feeling when I was watching it. Power struggle has always been like that. Watching all the main characters in the story die one by one is not fun at all. It just show how reality is. If you are siding the Good guys but if they lost power, you will lose too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite quote when they are talking about performing. The prince was wearing a mask, preparing to perform. " the highest level of performing, is when you are wearing a mask, and nobody could look at your emotions, but your performing is so brilliant that people could guess your emotions. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," says zhang zi yi the queen. " the most brilliant performance is to make your face the mask."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true, if you are inside the acting itself, you have already lost yourself in the power struggle and have become somebody else. Only the pure and innocent could remain in their positions , without being attack, because they have no sense on everything. That's the part of Zhou xun, throughout  the movie she is the only one who just trying to reach the heart of the Prince, without asking for return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended with a big twist, The queen trying to kill the King, it kill Zhou xun instead, but The king still drink from the poisonous cup out of love, the brother of Zhou xun tried to kill the queen for killing his sister. Messed up plot. I know. At the end all died except for the queen. I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought only her desire leads to her glory but other's desire has bring them to death.the red in the story represents the lust and eager for power that is so bright and strong, blood has to shattered to get the 'glory' red. Suddenly, she was killed by a the very sword of the prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chinese proverb about this. " there's always someone waiting behind to collect the kill. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy, Power, lust, beauty, Love, Becoming the mask.....are always the theme of life that we are trying to overcome and moderate ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-1831389272173228468?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/1831389272173228468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=1831389272173228468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/1831389272173228468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/1831389272173228468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/05/banquet.html' title='the banquet'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-6372926994421130214</id><published>2007-05-08T21:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:38:32.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A short Break</title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back.  Just have this sudden weirdness about Stalking. In friendster, you could actually know who is looking at your profile, and in the new facebook programme, there's even better feature to stalk others...shocking!! Anyways, its not about stalking....hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been ages since my last blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IB has been half way through, in fact, i have only technically speaking, two more subjects to go.&lt;br /&gt;As the arrangement of my exam time table is quite weird, I have ten days free now before my next paper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between my revising, I actually came accross this actor 黄晓明 from Youtube. I was watching 康熙来了, well its destined that the next few days i have been actively searching for this new raising star and am even about to start watching the exciting 神雕侠侣. pathetic..i know..but it feels like being a crazy fan back home again where i just talking a guy from TV none-stop and know about all his news..hahhaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its exactly 16 days before leaving....&lt;br /&gt;my gosh..really don't know how to describe my feelings now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have started to clear up my corner abit, throwing away alot of old papers that I don't need in my life anymore...remember last time when i mentioned that i am a collector?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some 1998's diary that i brought all the way from home , but its locked by a toy lock. the pink flowery diary, consist of my childhood memories....was then tore open by my rudeness..... with some pin i found randomly..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first trip to Singapore when I was twelve...the schedule is still laying nicely between the pages, tickets of some random dance concert and zoo! awwwwww...How cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the entries jump to year 2004, when I join the school's leadership camp in some Ulu place. Our group of ten actually come up with positive adjective about each other and put it all into an envelope to bring home. I haven't read it since.....those little words of encouragement with the 'young' handwritings hit my heart.... they talked about me being cheerful, helpful, dancy....its a true motivation , especially at this time of the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all i have four diaries, just like how later in my life i have this blog...i guess i really like to write down my feelings over things....When i was young, i kept 'secrets' in my pink book, and now, i have 'secretsforsharing' hahhaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should I do for the next ten days??hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-6372926994421130214?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/6372926994421130214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=6372926994421130214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6372926994421130214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6372926994421130214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/05/short-break.html' title='A short Break'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-802894117468928390</id><published>2007-04-28T14:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:08:48.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulating ( Global Warming conference)</title><content type='html'>http://www1.nrk.no/nett-tv/indeks/94600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out our event yesterday that went on TV!!&lt;br /&gt;With the right people, right channel, right place, right promotion, we could really spread our words out to the World!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-802894117468928390?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www1.nrk.no/nett-tv/indeks/94600' title='Gulating ( Global Warming conference)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/802894117468928390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=802894117468928390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/802894117468928390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/802894117468928390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/04/gulating-global-warming-conference.html' title='Gulating ( Global Warming conference)'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-4743135724114412110</id><published>2007-04-22T22:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:07:46.467+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Study.....not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p face="Calibri" size="12pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yupe, two weeks in a row to recall. That's a lot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="Calibri" size="12pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously, I don't quite remember how did I get to Friday. But on Friday was the last meeting that will ever attend- The council meeting. Important people from all over the Nordic region ( some of the main sponsors and founders of the college) were there to talk about the college's ups and downs and future. At this point, I will always sigh," what an honor"…but Chalanie has been laughing over my comment on " I will remember this…" yeah yeah..getting emotional lately…A LOT…I bet everyone does…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p face="Calibri" size="12pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Calibri" size="12pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="Calibri" size="12pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="Calibri" size="12pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Funny with the comments of others when seeing the students reps dress in formal…..COOL….HOT….(formal never suits me, no curves ma, always have to use extra scarf to wrap around my tummy:P)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p face="Calibri" size="12pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Calibri" size="12pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:12pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" size="12pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;At noon, it was the opening ceremony of the Silent House- a place for the student to meditate and get out of the over crowded atmosphere. Students from different religion started to explain what meditation meant to them. When Tenzing talked about Buddhism, I suddenly realized that I have been loosing touch with Buddha. Not that I don't believe in it anymore, but simply just don't jump deep into its teaching and depth of the idea. At important moments- travelling, having exams, making big decisions, my hands unconsciously will join to pray for a 'save journey', but I am certainly not a good representative of my religion that I could explain to others what it meant. That's when I truly respect Tenzing when he explains my religion,' to love yourself, then your family, then your friends, then expand it to strangers, to all living things and ultimately the universe' . Me and Minsern also notice that this architecture of the silent house has some flaws, as much as it really look like a place of meditation, there are so many 'pointy arrows' stucked out of the pillars due to the construction….BAD FENG SHUI man..….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" size="12pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" size="12pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Later the evening. Mathias from Denmark who graduated 8 years ago ( co year of Maria) came back for a World Today presentation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;An Oxford Graduate in Political Science and Economics joining the Danish military force in Iraq trying to rebuilt the country ( hope I get his profile correct!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the best thing in this place is that the first hand information you get is fresh from the Oven! Not through the media but from personal experience. Looking at war in his perspective, he often mentioned :" its life, that's what they do, life goes on even there's death, yeah one of our soldiers was shot down by a sniper" . Not many excitement from his tone, but all he was trying to say is, the 'invasion' is necessary because the Iraq people don't understand democracy nor ruling themselves after Saddam!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" size="12pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;But imagine the result of his task. He was the rebuild officer, but he felt he didn't do enough and the Danish government has announce to withdraw its troupe this August. They have to settle the problems of the interpreters who worked with them. ( letting them to seek asylum in Denmark; meaning can't go back to their own country ?) ( reminds me of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="zh-CN"&gt;汉奸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt; we always watched on tvs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Time and Effort is really a big factor correlating with the hierarchy system and regulation by the Government. How to break through those walls to seek World Peace?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other hand, I was totally amazed by some Council members who have been working for RCNUWC 8 years before the college even started ( which is 1987, the year I was born) , still, their passion towards the UWC movement have never fades and still fighting for its right to exist and fight for its ideals. ( ideals vs reality, ouch I can write for another few days ….) Fighting for ideals and dealing with reality, talk about multitasking and reaching the Long term goals by solving the Short term problems….ECONOMIST&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;have to come in man. Well good luck to them, because they still have the rights to stay while I am leaving in one month!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;The dinner was wonderful!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was in&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;this posh old house opposite the fjord called " lilingheim" ( definitely wrong spelling) . Wonderful display of the old furniture, old book shelves ( which I imagine a secret passage behind it) , candles ( which I almost knocked down), and of course, nice food with nice conversation. The guests in my table are Arne and his wife, Berret from Finland Nat Com, Jona, Bobby, Me , the head of Red Cross in Norway, and the head of the council ( who celebrated his 80th b'day there). The conversation flowed from touristic places, to driving lessons, to red cross project ( red crystal in the future?) , most of them have been travelling around world! Learnt a lot of new terms and things around me too! ( aih, I bet I am the dumbest person there)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;The dinner lasted so long that I only returned to the college at midnight and I had to come to my host family for another hide-out period. Received an offer to volunteer in Thailand and still waiting for the others. Waiting for my job…and still waiting….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Endless days of waiting..waiting for leaving, waiting to say goodbye, waiting for exams to pass by, waiting for another YES...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-4743135724114412110?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/4743135724114412110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=4743135724114412110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/4743135724114412110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/4743135724114412110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/04/studynot.html' title='Study.....not...'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-5350791800623721901</id><published>2007-04-22T22:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:03:38.155+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the wedding...with some manglish gossip as audio background..my coolest piece of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Riu_l0LjawI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WbJOcnC9DbU/s1600-h/IMG_5060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Riu_l0LjawI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WbJOcnC9DbU/s320/IMG_5060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Riu_mELjaxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ABxD0LqtGnw/s1600-h/IMG_5061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Riu_mELjaxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ABxD0LqtGnw/s320/IMG_5061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my exhibition corner....cool leh..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Riu_mULjayI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NceFon9QOeo/s1600-h/IMG_5063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Riu_mULjayI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NceFon9QOeo/s320/IMG_5063.JPG" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chinese wall.....&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;future artist...grr.. i am not in it..under the cool sun!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Riu_mULjazI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O6J6N5s_LT8/s1600-h/IMG_5123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Riu_mULjazI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O6J6N5s_LT8/s320/IMG_5123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-5350791800623721901?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/5350791800623721901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=5350791800623721901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5350791800623721901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5350791800623721901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/04/wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Riu_l0LjawI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WbJOcnC9DbU/s72-c/IMG_5060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-5821495377760664399</id><published>2007-04-22T21:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:06:54.674+02:00</updated><title type='text'>artistic weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Riu8XULjauI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KG4Uv_5m6B4/s1600-h/IMG_5064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; 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( for me its two), then it only takes two hours to crash everything down. Never forget the saying of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;台上三分钟，台下十年工。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Worst, one day before my art exam which is the interview, I was in Dale for a performance for the international peace corp., playing a Peruvian song with Camillo and Adrian. The time of the interview kept repeating on my mind as I asked others to remind me as well. Turns out that its actually one hour before! Gosh I had to run to the HOEGE but didn't look like an idiot though cause I didn't wanna spoil the mood of examination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Well, after all, I will only know the results in July, what is the point of rushing and worry and regretting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Later that Saturday, it was the official opening of the Art exhibition to he public. Mrunmay's mother had the chance to come all the way from Malaysia to visit his boy and show some Indian dance ' Odyssy' to the college. My host mom came to explore the 'identity' of the art pieces with Tela ( her dog:P) . I had to dressed up formal to get the flowers from my art teacher. For the first time, she said she was proud of us. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Then, despite the bloody windy cum cold cum sunny cum abit snowy weather ( english literature called that pathetic fallacy), we jogged up to the hill behind the college. Over watched the college, the gangs - Chalanie, Mame, Maja, Kari and I were amazed that all our stories happened in those tiny-winny squares that we saw over the nature. ( another earring lost on the way! Ouch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;The same midnight, after some really spicy indian dishes, I went to the movie called ' 300' which is still screening on the cinema, recommended by Beitze. What a coincidence that the college wanted to show it. Very very violent, bloody, but the huge moral and fighting spirit backs the whole thing up. WAR is really hell! People always wanted to see the actions and stunt of a war scene in movies, however the real thing is that we hope to minimize the  blood shed!( Nowadays, war is to tame the country into democracy?)  How ironic is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;The next day, we went to the boathouse for an outdoor sunny party. ( yeah things were still happening according to weather) how can you study under the sun? haha. A Perfect art dinner outside the hoege, talking about the past two years and our future perhaps connecting to Art? Still wondering of the possibilities of sending back some of the huge art pieces I had. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Finally got the chance to chat with Maria after a long time…followed by the latest incident of yet another disciplinary problems faced by the college…that leads to another week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-6484961791954837658?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/6484961791954837658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=6484961791954837658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6484961791954837658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6484961791954837658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/04/artistic-weekend.html' title='Artistic weekend'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-2264092416161302255</id><published>2007-04-11T21:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:56:47.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For the one who calls this a meme.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name one person who made you smile last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am to shy to name that person, but he has been helping me so much in setting up my art exhibition for IB, although I am kind of dragging him in by force…haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing at 8:00 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I forced myself up to my Math block, didn't understand anything about abstract algebra, considering finals are coming…only constantly thinking about my art exam on Sat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was cooking with Tekber, my ex-roomie from Western Sahara. We got to know each other more this year after her English improved where mine went downward slopping. Especially warm as we spent Easter break together on campus that she made me realize that I am not the only one who is not as liberal :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was something that happened to you in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to places that I wouldn't imagine I would go. Had a superb trip in Berlin with my roommates and extra-roommates, then an unforgettable trip to Verona, Venice, London, Madrid, Barcelona with bossy-tidy Sabrina and Alejandro the latino lover. Of course, being a wonderful second year and doing things that I enjoyed most , watching the star lights, drumming, kayaking, canoeing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the last thing you said aloud?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whose underwear are these??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many different things did you drink today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coffee, Water, teh tarik with condensed milk, Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color is your hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Orange and black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing you paid for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I didn't remember wrongly, it should be ten packets of YUM-YUM noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where have you been last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Organizing my art exhibition all day long until 2 am. Nailing, pinning, cutting my own fingers... Although I went to Douglas's b'day from midnight till 1 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color is your front door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dark blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you keep your change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my Wallet. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was cloudy and windy. Then it turned Sunny for ten minutes. Then it turned blue again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the best ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cappuccino with chocolate chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is something you are excited about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yupe, but only my 'gugu' from my hometown knows exactly what I want! Still wondering whether I should keep it till graduation. I am afraid of the bad hair day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you over the age of 25?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NEI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those who know me can answer this question for me!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For me: It depends on who you are….:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you watch The O.C.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes. But it was way too exciting to be in a realistic life, that's when I realize I have to stop watching it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does your screen name have an "x" in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's a screen name??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know anyone named Steven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yupe, a second year from Haiti, although I rarely talked to him; My dad's friend; Beitze's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you make up your own words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, when I starting learning Spanish, all words are added with an 'o' after it. Famously used now by my friends: Coolo ( which sounded like 'ass' in spanish) , Sexito, Perrito ( play boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you typically a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yupe. Only found out that I am actually quite sensitive in this here. That's why I tried hard to ignore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name a friend whose name starts with the letter "A":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adrian. The Chinese-latino Panamanian who thought he could speak good Chinese!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name a friend whose name starts with the letter "K":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Karine, my HK first year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's the 1st person on your received calls list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tenzing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did the last text message you received say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just 1 2 chat, it has been long time did not talk to u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you chew on straws?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yupe, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yupe, when I washed my hair, and let it dry when I sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is the next place you're going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somewhere to study? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is the rudest person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one who I can't handle. Asians are basically patient:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinese noodles that I cooked with broccoli and oyster sauce. Yummie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is marriage in your future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Definitely:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the best movie you've seen in the past two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Holiday. Jude Law is sooo cute! Repeatedly watched his lines and watched him cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there anyone you like right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Always. Changeable, countable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you did the dishes, be honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ten minutes ago! But Jose insist on washing it before I could finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you currently depressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nei! Finished setting up my art corner, had a nice dinner, chatting with random people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought I will, since I am hugging a person that I might never meet in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did you answer and post this survey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to, after reading Juli's post, didn't know that I was tagged until the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag 5 people who would do this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Xuan Xuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Elaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Flora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Jengsia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Beitze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Minsern if you have a blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-2264092416161302255?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/2264092416161302255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=2264092416161302255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/2264092416161302255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/2264092416161302255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-one-who-calls-this-meme.html' title='For the one who calls this a meme.'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-6598524906492189830</id><published>2007-04-05T13:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T13:10:09.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The unexpected trip to floro ( press)</title><content type='html'>alot of unexpected events, stories, relations, adventure, laughters, possibilities in the future maybe....relaxation!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-6598524906492189830?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://new.photos.yahoo.com/sijie710/album/576460762396458225#page1' title='The unexpected trip to floro ( press)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/6598524906492189830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=6598524906492189830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6598524906492189830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6598524906492189830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/04/unexpected-trip-to-floro-press.html' title='The unexpected trip to floro ( press)'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-7319769106897675081</id><published>2007-04-05T12:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T13:06:07.481+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Collection of Rubbish</title><content type='html'>Recently when I finally decided to clean up my corner, which has been 'deserted' for about a month or so I guess, I find out I am really a collector of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any kind of tickets, receipts, paste-it notes, or 'funny' paper that I found memorable were kept in a basket under my table, but nevertheless, I never looked at them twice. As the amount of paper piled up, I started to wonder, why would I have such a habit to collect things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From class-notes, ( yes, I wrote down every single word that my teacher said) to speechess and World Today, even during some touring session in Berlin, I wrote down stuff that I think its meaningful... a Collection of Meaningful things...memorable events....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of the day, I am quite certain that most of these things will be left behind. Especially those notes and receipts..However, there seems to be a different way to look at me collecting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a collector, I think I intended to 'treasure' what is all about, the classes, the teachings, everything. The same goes to diary entries, even though that I wouldn't look at it many times, some how it made me feel safe, that I have something to backup my forgetful mind. I need evidence and proves that I have live through this before..I think you will be surprise if I am actually keeping my oldest diary from 9 years old till now under my table now, with my first class trip ticket in standard 6 to Singapore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else more could I collect from this place to prove my existent??:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-7319769106897675081?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/7319769106897675081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=7319769106897675081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7319769106897675081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7319769106897675081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/04/collection-of-rubbish.html' title='Collection of Rubbish'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-6056577325224991878</id><published>2007-03-21T09:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T09:53:17.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>African Show cum Art IB Examinations</title><content type='html'>Waiting in the computer lab, waiting for a free slot of the colour printer to print out my last few bits of art piece. Its not a difficult task, i wonder why it takes so long to gather all the twelve pieces...perhaps there's the lack of attention to anything in this place, perhaps its procrastination, or perhaps I want a bettter mark for my IB ARTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos of the art work must be in hight quality so that the examiners can actually 'imagine' the actual art piece before they arrive to the college right after easter. We  will exhibite our art pieces in the hoegh and then have about one hour of ONE ON ONE interview with the art examiner, talking about our ART. Why? HOw? Problems? TEchniques? Inspiration? I am suppose to come with all the answers ... godknows that some of them seems sophisticated but i have just done it in 5 minutes.....SHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the overwhelmed feeling has not gone yet ever since i took IB ART, the opportunity to explore all differnt kinds of mediums, world class art musems in Europe, statues, public arts and explanation from top art researchers not only widen my perspective, but also....OVERWHELMED...that's the word, for I coudn't really describe every feelings and reflective thoughts of mine into the art research book. Which is pissing me off of course, but what can i do?? HOw could I put my jumble of thoughts into the book?? where its function its suppose to be so jumble up and messy?? while i always trying to make things presentable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, I don't think my art teachers is satisfied witht hte 30% of internal assesment of the art research, the rest of the 70 % is judge through the exhibition of course.....let's just pray that my exhibition will be excellent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While tomorrow is the dateline for the booklet to be sent out, Saturday will be the LAST cultural show in my UWC life, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the African and Carribean show&lt;/span&gt;. As you can imagine, I have been tied up with endless rehearsal because of my strong connection with drumming and dancing. It is no wonder that most of these days in the week, i am almost dead, exhuasting, breath-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy the process, in the condition that i can TEMPORARILY forget my academic work which i still haven't really catch up, not to mention small test that i could imagine screwing up this week. Weighing the opportunity cost of failing a small test and not participating in the FINAL   cultural show...i think the cost is too big for the later...so i guess I will still be rushing around for rehearsals, drumming, dancing....just the sensation of being on stage...once again!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg for my final photo editing...so ppl ..sorry for the late update....and ...HAPPY BELATED B'DAY FOR JUN JUN..god knows how much i wanted to call home but simply couldn't find TIME!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-6056577325224991878?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/6056577325224991878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=6056577325224991878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6056577325224991878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6056577325224991878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/03/african-show-cum-art-ib-examinations.html' title='African Show cum Art IB Examinations'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-5384782227181106113</id><published>2007-03-11T20:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:20:28.297+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Compare to a Bigger Picture</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you wonder,  how are you going to save the world if the World will only be save when everyone is committed in the idea of 'saving' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving the world means eliminating the immoral, unethical shortcuts that will bring you Wealth and Status... saving the world means taking a bigger effort to walk a long way to recyle, reuse, rebuilt ...saving the world means decrease chemicals factories that will expand the ozone hole...saving the World means taking more budget in keeping the environment than producing and expanding more...Saving the world means taking away your current consumption for your future generation, future life which you don't know the when? How can us willing to commit into this great mission if we are not sure about the result? Do we care about ourselves more than the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recycle blue bin in the Student village although is functioning, but how many of us really take the time to seperate paper from other biodegradable rubbish? We have potential to do 100%, but how many of us really care? It doesn't effect our life at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our college is promoting fair trade products ( which obviously are more expensive) , recycle , aware about the climate changes, the economy status of countries, developing country, women rights, abortions, human rights...everytime we discuss this issue, I feel superior because we care... however there's always a counter arguement of the cruel reality, where people will always cheat if they could, people will always spend less on unhealthy thing if they could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I suddenly loose faith on these elites ?&lt;br /&gt;People avoiding dish-cleaning after a party, avoiding responsibility under freedom when nobody's watching, take other's assets because nobody will ever notice or take the blame , debate about the warning's they get is too severe where themselves are breaking the rules... why do us still DARE to ask for more rights if we ourselves can't even take care of ourselve in a PROPER way....take this to a bigger scale...how many business men will cheat and get away from the rules? tax? obligation? religion just to do something pleasurable than ethical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing always contradicts to the other....Police suppose to catch the theives, but some police are corrupt, theives steal for a good motive, therefore they worth the sympathy, poor steals, poor can't save, they spend all their money, they greed, they are uneducated, therefore its the rich who are 'suppose' to take care of them and save the planet,  its normal for a children from single mom or parent to have more social problems because they lack love and care, its okay to mess up your life because you have a tragic family background from the past...prostitution is justify for a girl that comes from a family of ten kids where parents have to use their final asset  (children) to survive....drugs are experience, its pleasure, its exposure, its cool, its fun as long as you don't got caught.. If anything is fine if we just go over the edge abit, where could we stand if we want to blame other's who went over too much? Are we all just and pure that we could comment on anything we want as if we are GOD? why do people no longer believe in god? Because they have twist everything around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are shouting when nobody notice your suffer and focus on the other side of the story too much that they don't listen to you...what about acknowledging both ways and discuss which is the best way? who is it to do it? who has the power to be the moderator? All of us belong to a country who has their own stand that will always contradict with some other countries....who is the ultimate judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best for a country if making for the best of the big picture to sacrifice some lifes and suffer from inflation, devaluation of currencies that has direct impact on poor people everyday life. The unemployment graph is so easy to draw but how many individual stories of unemployment and how many lifes will be influenced because of one government decision to shift the graph??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human rights vs Economics, Politics vs Environmental studies, Ecosystem vs Human development, Inequality vs Power to change....What am I learning here??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-5384782227181106113?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/5384782227181106113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=5384782227181106113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5384782227181106113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5384782227181106113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/03/compare-to-bigger-picture.html' title='Compare to a Bigger Picture'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-4831716937172155194</id><published>2007-03-03T15:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T15:40:21.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumping into People</title><content type='html'>I always enjoy private conversation and getting to know people in a small group instead of a big bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagining yesterday, when i arrived back to my room, find out there's a large subgroup in the toilet, in each corner and they started to interact with me once I got back. Interactions, how come i felt it so stressful in that instant of nearly 10 or more people in a 5 people room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be alone. I want peace again. I don't want interaction. I don't want any crossroads.  I don't want any jumble of conversation with different topics concerning different things. I don't want to serve people interest but only my own. I don't want to hear people out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in a box with only me and space...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-4831716937172155194?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/4831716937172155194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=4831716937172155194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/4831716937172155194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/4831716937172155194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/03/bumping-into-people.html' 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"Youtubing"&lt;br /&gt;10) listen to all-time-favourite&lt;br /&gt;11) peep on roomie who's on headphone&lt;br /&gt;12) find great spot for 'studying'&lt;br /&gt;13) b'day parties&lt;br /&gt;14) chating&lt;br /&gt;15) ignore all the motivations&lt;br /&gt;16) counting the days to mocks&lt;br /&gt;17) Taking photos of myself&lt;br /&gt;18) .......regreting doing this now!!!! argh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-6348551308468902877?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/6348551308468902877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=6348551308468902877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this question arise in a Cantina conversation and we started to debate whether fate its just what meant to be happen or fate between a couple is destined...random discussion without any conclusions..how can you have conclusion? its just a matter of believing and not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do believe that certain things had happened in a funny way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its reading week and first years are away from the second years...&lt;br /&gt;we have to prepare for our mocks exam next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was abit down since the stress for this week is huge due the fact there's no classes at all and its all up to myself how to delegate my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I coincidently flipped though some pages from a chinese book that my second year , Cheryl gave me: ＜此一时也彼一时也＞ from 亦舒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh...the exact feelings i have parralel with the author，　ｒｅａｄｉｎｇ　ｔｈｅ　ｗａｙ she view things with her own perspective....frankly ...those words of comfort cａme right at time ｉ　ｎｅｅｄｅｄ　that i start wondering what makes me picked up the book and pickep up those pages?ｉｓ　ｉｔ　ｆａｔｅ　ｔｈａｔ　ｈａｓ　ｄｒｉｖｅｎ　ｍｅ　ｔｏ　ｄｏ　ｔｈａｔ？　(click to see article)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/ReM-cqb1mkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nQl4U_CWgSI/s1600-h/yishu+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 473px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/ReM-cqb1mkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nQl4U_CWgSI/s320/yishu+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035937470478654018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/ReM9pKb1mjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YKGgeMZ6GTU/s1600-h/yishu+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 173px;" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-8980865358851950043</id><published>2007-02-22T14:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T14:49:52.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY gathering and goodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rd2eQab1mgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/94fcSgdFuFc/s1600-h/IMG_9713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rd2eQab1mgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/94fcSgdFuFc/s320/IMG_9713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034353963281259010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuan Yuan Fan: celebration in Snikkarbua,marvelous cooking and get-together!&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;&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/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rd2eRKb1mhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/n9LLCApPs94/s1600-h/IMG_9781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rd2eRKb1mhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/n9LLCApPs94/s320/IMG_9781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034353976166160914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrienne and Karine from HK, me and Min Sern, Marcus from HK&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rd2eRab1miI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ve1riSZ_h7A/s1600-h/IMG_9823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rd2eRab1miI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ve1riSZ_h7A/s320/IMG_9823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034353980461128226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year 1st day: Get-together for more goodies and tea-drinking from home! in Yu shan's room ( my ex-room from last year!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-8980865358851950043?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/8980865358851950043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=8980865358851950043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8980865358851950043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8980865358851950043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-gathering-and-goodies.html' title='CNY gathering and goodies'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rd2eQab1mgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/94fcSgdFuFc/s72-c/IMG_9713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-8045049623974801651</id><published>2007-02-20T16:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T18:31:30.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RdswaKb1mfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hqn9W427EXs/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033670234552506866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RdswaKb1mfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hqn9W427EXs/s320/DSC00671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RdscDab1mZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B-1grHuKeE4/s1600-h/Cam000340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033647853477927314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RdscDab1mZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B-1grHuKeE4/s320/Cam000340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rdsbvqb1mYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/btvDOvmZW1Q/s1600-h/Cam000353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033647514175510914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rdsbvqb1mYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/btvDOvmZW1Q/s320/Cam000353.jpg" border="0" /&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;Argh..is words not as effective as photos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite a while since my last entry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day...How could I not remember day like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadership Global Concern on Fridat was just excellent! with West -Saharanian ex prisoner who's still struggling with the long forgotten human rights fighting to get their motherland back and a Morocan having an interesting political debate in the college with this issue... all the sparks were live infront of us and for the first time ....i experience real political debates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RdsdQKb1mdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4hbJBJO3C5Q/s1600-h/Cam000352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033649172032887250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RdsdQKb1mdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4hbJBJO3C5Q/s320/Cam000352.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year celebration..with endless chinese cooking and new year goodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tea-drinking with the fellow chinese ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaohang's b'day which is on the 3rd day of CNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rdsc66b1mcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/x4AggVc-hn0/s1600-h/Cam000344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033648806960667074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rdsc66b1mcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/x4AggVc-hn0/s320/Cam000344.jpg" border="0" /&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More drumming for upcoming performances for the Red Cross group..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..i am working on the violin!!!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rdseiqb1meI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6QiExB3ZIqA/s1600-h/Cam000354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033650589372094946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/Rdseiqb1meI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6QiExB3ZIqA/s320/Cam000354.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon art exhibition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RdscZ6b1maI/AAAAAAAAAEM/WQxWcab-2o8/s1600-h/Cam000347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033648240024983970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RdscZ6b1maI/AAAAAAAAAEM/WQxWcab-2o8/s320/Cam000347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RdsctKb1mbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4iG2p4Qg6As/s1600-h/Cam000350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033648570737465778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RdsctKb1mbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4iG2p4Qg6As/s320/Cam000350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-8045049623974801651?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/8045049623974801651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-5431056639134719787</id><published>2007-02-12T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T02:49:24.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vagueness</title><content type='html'>How can you positively describe Vagueness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an exam question is vague, you can actually reply it in a broader sence, much more way to expand your thoughts and idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the question is vague, you can trick the student to 'not' catch the key words thus understand the question wrongly thus loose most of the marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person only answers question by vagueness, typical eg" yes, no, yeah..., funny, interesting, i dunno, ok ok, so so' , means he or she is mysterious and which give you more space of imagination to explore him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person wants to be vague, means he or she is trying to please everyone by not showing his or her real opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a decision is vague, means you are neither right or wrong, but you have raise their attention, therefore you should be more cautious of your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an expression is vague, means you might have some other intentions that you would like that person to guess however you still want to maintain your dignity or pride for not say it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a description is vague, means there must be too much complication that you just can't use a word to describe. Its either too beautiful, or the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am expression my anger, my dissapointment, my helplessness of the reality of vagueness in an English Literature essay, an Economic paper question, a friend, a meeting, an opinion, a card that is about 'life in uwc', the fear of ppl to show their true self because they have all belittled themselves....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-5431056639134719787?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/5431056639134719787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=5431056639134719787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5431056639134719787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5431056639134719787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/02/vagueness.html' title='Vagueness'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-7929272750672489835</id><published>2007-02-05T02:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T02:56:30.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RcaOVTg9uhI/AAAAAAAAADY/vs616TbzQjI/s1600-h/100_3632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027862530672671250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RcaOVTg9uhI/AAAAAAAAADY/vs616TbzQjI/s320/100_3632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RcaOVzg9uiI/AAAAAAAAADg/vUjCb3S92sU/s1600-h/100_2822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027862539262605858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RcaOVzg9uiI/AAAAAAAAADg/vUjCb3S92sU/s320/100_2822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel in graduation together with brijlal and pheak, with Akiin, his best friend in Economics party, and iceland house pictures&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RcaOWDg9ujI/AAAAAAAAADo/CbnuvvlIgfo/s1600-h/100_3549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027862543557573170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="237" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RcaOWDg9ujI/AAAAAAAAADo/CbnuvvlIgfo/s320/100_3549.JPG" width="421" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-7929272750672489835?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/7929272750672489835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=7929272750672489835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7929272750672489835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7929272750672489835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/02/daniel-in-graduation-together-with.html' title=''/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RcaOVTg9uhI/AAAAAAAAADY/vs616TbzQjI/s72-c/100_3632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-5029108729097779835</id><published>2007-02-05T02:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T02:47:16.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven's call (click)</title><content type='html'>It takes me so much thinking before writing this entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I really know about death...and how have I been dealing with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back from a enjoyable PBL Skii cum Spanish week, with lots of observations, changes, complains, fruitful friendships...as my mind kept wondering about the luxury problems such as responsibilities, individual ego, and emotional dependancy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the whole campus was filled with the news that, our second year, Daniel who graduated last year, had died due to a diabetic coma, he never woke up from his sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His images immediately filled up my memories, his tall figure that was always around the campus, iceland house, the room. He has always been in the picture that I have taken, little comments in our conversations, few but memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since none of us really meet up with our second years as they have left, it is just our mind that 'set' the mood of the person status. If we have not have email, blogs, facebooks, we could only trace his existence in our memory....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our college set up a webpage to remember him, all of us are gathering our part of memories of Daniel ...suddenly we learn about this person....more thoroughly, more complete, the details of the intense life where you can never tell anybody completely...I weep, whenever new entries coming in, sharing their happy old times, and how shocked everybody are....we linked and united from all over the world, wishing his soul to rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second years in universities were link back to RCN, we had conference chat, co-years who talked and shared our thoughts, our fear to the soul-taker who is impossible to be controlled , first years who started to related themselves to death, imagining such a young senior, who just lived through a life where everyone is still experiencing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come the questions: Will we ever have enough of each other? Have we treasure enough the moment that we share? Do we regret that we didn't know a person better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so not cool when you try sooo hard to foster a relationship, it usually said to be not appreciated when you always do the approaching, we measure our distance to hide our true intentions, not to express too much....why are these words of love so hard to deliver when 'departure' is not around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We consider and reconsider when we are selecting our friends, building up our stories, our future and the path that we may intercross, fear that sometimes it goes too deep that it hurts....should we be ignorant since if we arenot a close-friend, so we wouldn't have to face the crucial reality of losing a love one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave an advice to a friend who was weeping for the cruelty of death that life is unpredictable, the only thing we can do is to live life fullest. Be happy with what we are striving, be passionate with our goals, and continue to cheer our friends as if life has no end. Why care about death as the process is always more valuable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easy to be sentimental in such situation, and truly reflect yourself....have you ever thought of this yourself? I will never tease anybody who is in my opinion...trying too hard....at the end of the day..there isn't really anything to lose...not our reputation, our dignity ,but definitely the opportunity to know another one better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-5029108729097779835?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://rememberingdaniel.blogspot.com' title='Heaven&apos;s call (click)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/5029108729097779835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=5029108729097779835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5029108729097779835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5029108729097779835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/02/heavens-call.html' title='Heaven&apos;s call (click)'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-5493872613122740191</id><published>2007-01-26T16:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T17:12:14.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic week!</title><content type='html'>I am just glad that the week has past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the snow become storm, back to raindrops and became slippery ice, my emotions changed accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests, dramatic stupid events, organizing student forum to putting up a 7 minute show and all night chats....they all quentioned my ability to determine right from wrong. Even an act of justice could be a wrong action in these cases.... many related these little drama to real life situation, but this, in my opinion, is life. I am glad at while I am facing all these challenging and problems,  I was given a chance to grow, to filter, to think , to be wise, to be mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues' forum that was organized by me and other Student council member definitely leave good comments and positive spirits in the college again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always find it hard to find their own grounds in a new place, to conform or just to be yourself? I could see that in near future, my 'westernize' openness will have to change depends on where am I heading. Could people allowed to have many obvious personalities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether its phylosophical, or traditional values, or just pure identity crisis, its a process....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-5493872613122740191?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/5493872613122740191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=5493872613122740191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5493872613122740191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5493872613122740191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/01/hectic-week.html' title='Hectic week!'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-2153665209072711787</id><published>2007-01-16T02:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:41:57.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another B'day</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while i feel since my last post, or is it just a week away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's b'day its really cool in my opinion. We fulfill mame's dream to be in her favourite club. First we set out a treasure hunt for her to go search for prince charming. Jose's dressed as a handsome young lad brought her around the campus and we even prepared her cloths to wear for the 'night clubbing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the meantime, me, chalanie and her fellow roomates were busy decorating her room, tranforming it into a night club. It was a special experience, to be able to find so many people to help out, finding red lights and deem lights, even had a little 'bar' to put food and juices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people who wanted to just greet her 'happy b'day' ended stay back quite late since the Party is sooooo special and nice, with her favourite song and friends. There's even strip tease by aladhino and alejandro, bringing the cheering to its highest point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the party comes to the end, the storm is still going on for days outside, causing power failure for a several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, it has been a long time since i feel this sense of groupness. I haven't been hanging around alot with the girls. Part of it is due to academic, the other part is due to my way of thinking. I simply couldn't get use to fact of getting too close, fearing that it may bring me unnecessary attachment and deep feelings that make it difficult to part .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to wonder how is it like to be away from these people in a few months time....Some may be forever....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-2153665209072711787?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/2153665209072711787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=2153665209072711787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/2153665209072711787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/2153665209072711787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/01/yet-another-bday.html' title='Yet another B&apos;day'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-8145710290235308950</id><published>2007-01-11T02:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T02:31:58.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Half birthday</title><content type='html'>Never imagine myself saying that loud before except in my head: Its my half birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the concept started last term with us celebrating Chalanie's half birthday...i was so looking forward to 10th of January!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that i have such a cool room where i can just shout and do whatever i want....(crazier is the word) , I blurted out to my friends and whalack.....I was actually celebrating my Half b'day in the college...19 1/2 years old..hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, i met people greeting me with hug and then at lunch, the spanish speakers were singing Half Birthday song in Spanish to me , that was just HILARIOUS! I am quite pai seh i should say, but whatever!!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling abit funny when people actually give me cards, make me cookies ( half full cookies), and come and chat with me in my room....but overall, its a nice feeling of being able to share the b'day spirit that i can never done it! of course, everyone just called me CRAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being back to the college means overloading of food! Sabrina got some Bak kut teh...and min sern got White Coffees, Mrunmay have curries...Liu Xu has some chinese snacks...gosh...really reminds me of Home man....and there goes my day....haha...happy ..chilled and relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I even went to the Gym !:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-8145710290235308950?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/8145710290235308950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=8145710290235308950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8145710290235308950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8145710290235308950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/01/half-birthday.html' title='Half birthday'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-6643600425389310977</id><published>2007-01-09T18:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:26:41.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RaPQKpx_IsI/AAAAAAAAACk/KXZLvBbjiqQ/s1600-h/100_5060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RaPQKpx_IsI/AAAAAAAAACk/KXZLvBbjiqQ/s320/100_5060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018083291253646018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RaPQK5x_ItI/AAAAAAAAACs/HMW1InczIi0/s1600-h/100_5093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RaPQK5x_ItI/AAAAAAAAACs/HMW1InczIi0/s320/100_5093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018083295548613330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RaPQLJx_IuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/q74H_x5a0PM/s1600-h/100_5185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RaPQLJx_IuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/q74H_x5a0PM/s320/100_5185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018083299843580642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RaPO4px_IoI/AAAAAAAAACE/6LXz3ckwn3s/s1600-h/100_5257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RaPO4px_IoI/AAAAAAAAACE/6LXz3ckwn3s/s320/100_5257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018081882504372866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;london, with my shopping bags ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with fabio in venice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with eleonora ..playing with the pigeons..                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Barcelona in Park Guel, Gaudi's invention&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-6643600425389310977?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/6643600425389310977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=6643600425389310977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6643600425389310977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/6643600425389310977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/01/pictures-pictures.html' title='Pictures Pictures!'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RaPQKpx_IsI/AAAAAAAAACk/KXZLvBbjiqQ/s72-c/100_5060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-4888569384873524406</id><published>2007-01-09T17:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T17:48:36.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>London Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scanning through the streets for one last time, I realized that I did come to this place one year ago. The feeling of being here was erased once I got back to the hectic lifestyle of the college. Did I too, abandon my memory of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; from last year? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seeing the same people, thinking of the possibilities of meeting them in the future, I couldn’t help but weighing the significance of the events that have happened these few days, will it influence the rest of my life? Or is it just a port for me to stop by and rest? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How do friendship sustain when you meet with these people probably only once in a lifetime? I was in the Royal Opera House watching The Nutcracker. From the instant I saw this guy, I wanted to talk to him. But at the end, I didn’t. I wonder what pulls me back, but probably the sensation of not seeing this guy again or even &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; again pulls me back from anything. Well, this is one of those moments that I am not brave enough and am now regretting. Random meeting with random conversation actually can put a significant punctuation to the month’s travel. Even now, I am still randomly telling the stories of these two old men I encountered in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. So this handsome, cute Korean-looking guy will now be classified as the guy that didn’t dare to approach in the Nutcracker performance on my last day in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How much do I know about &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;? Since yesterday, I am amazed that only then I realized the reading culture of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Bookstores are everywhere. I went into Borders, actually looking for the Starbucks Café but ended up staying there for two hours, browsing through the amazingly larger varieties of books. Each and every bookstore on the Tottenham Court Road is bigger than the largest Popular book store back home. One thing I realized about myself is that when I am overwhelmed by something, in this case books, as much as I wanted to explore everything, I will end up with doing nothing since the overwhelming effect gives me the feeling of not able to finish everything, so I might as well give up. Gosh, maybe I am going back to the college, now I am relating this to the overwhelming feeling of studying the Economics text book!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being the ultimate of my kind, of course the first genre that I reached out was the Vogue Magazine. There’s this column of the interview with Angelina Jolie. What a woman, what a life. The same old curiosity about her and Brad Pitt, perhaps the only curiosity of people about her. However, I find it strange reading it, as if we can too justified our lives in relationship through what she has been through. She said the feeling just came to her and it just happened. At the end she and Brad Pitt try to make things work. Is it true that once you are adult, what ever you do will not be judge? I mean ‘judge’ as in they are wrong and therefore they should stop. If she is not Angelina Jolie, just a random Chinese gal who falls in love with a married guy, I wonder how things will work out? Will people still like to know how they ended up? Will people want them to be happily ever after? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We too have our own ordinary stories but the ones under the spotlights are the ones that make people reflect and think deeply. Well maybe it does help, at least some of us do reflect our lives. Back to the books. Once I finished the magazines that only embrace beauty embrace celebrity and embrace style, I went to the ‘Humor’ section which basically just despise everything that happened in the world with their British Humor! What a switch of tone! Freedom of expression man! I even spotted this erotic book on the bookshelf, welcoming people to flip through the pages. Don’t they need filtering first? Its me being a Malaysian speaking here. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I laugh sometimes, since I don’t have that much knowledge to understand everything. One of the things I laugh about is perhaps their joke about Sex and the City, and also about Tony Blair and Bush. This author criticized that the magazine journalist for not getting over the fact that Sex and the City has finished and they should get on with life without embracing the fashion and also the dream of finding Mr Big. Wow, I did read that! Haha. Bush actually sent an email to Tony Blair having a spelling mistake of ‘unclear’ to ‘nuclear’ and that’s how the whole chaos started? If only the world is this simple and straightforward, I guess a red pen can mark it all. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, that’s all for my bookstore trip in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, so much for books and so few knowledge I can bring with me! I do hope that I can develop such analytical skills doing my English literature rather than writing a journal here!! Haha…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the time I post this, I probably back into my corner sweet corner, room sweet room, college sweet college. I can’t wait to be back !! Staying in the airport for more than ten hours …..have you ever experienced it? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This ends my one month trip of the final winter break of my UWC life? Have I learnt anything? Definitely…..I wonder I could still act girly and ‘needy=taying’ even I am already twenty now?? Hahahahah…TWENTY……TWENTY…..TWENTY……….a beginning of another decade…..yellow gold age moon…..Lets sing along: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“ Try , to remember, the heart of September…Oops..its not December? Gosh..Ignore me!! I am 38-ing!!! Can’t stop!!! Too bored !!....lalalalala….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-4888569384873524406?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/4888569384873524406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=4888569384873524406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/4888569384873524406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/4888569384873524406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/01/london-last-day.html' title='London Last Day'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-8496245897470181434</id><published>2007-01-02T03:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T04:46:25.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was actually refering to alot of other friend's blog before i write this very own entry of mine about new year. Maybe i just write this for the sake of writing. Maybe i have to , i have to have some goals and plan or perhaps the theme of the year? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well for me, its a significant leap of 19 to 20. Although it's still 7 months to go before my actually 20th b'day...but I have already starting to see where will I be and what I will be doing in my Twenties.....It's the years of blooming and growing and after 25, aging??hahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can't help but wonder whether I have becoming quite a selfish person recently. I always try to get what i wanted without looking much on other's reference or feelings, which is always the case before this year. Sometimes i only got half the things done because i need to adapt to other's need. But recently, whether it was a private means or a formal task, I was always looking into myself, seeing what I can and will do instead of what people think of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can always see politeness of the chinese culture a nice thing but I am quite afraid to say that i am loosing it!! Not that i am rude or something.....But I have been much expressive about what my desires are and tend not to think about others as much....I hope this way of my new life didnt' really hurt other feelings as I recall the things that I have done now.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since I have no 'God' to look on me, or should I say, i actually prefer not to have one, I don't want to pray or thank God for the past and future. Regreting that I haven't been studied much about Buddhism, I hope the values I have learnt will be in me and I will drive my own life in the coming year- to succeed of course, and to more challenges....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Being said that possitive is always my motor, It is no wonder that I really don't have much to complain...I have relatively nice friends and good options of cute guys ahead ..haha...I have a very tight bond with my family and never doubt that i have missed anything that is happening back home, I have relatively clear mind about myself ( I just have to feel good about it) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe only the fact that I am 'erasing' friends from my past bothers me. Not keeping in touch with one or two 'used to be ' good friends bothers me. I wonder if anyone could ignore a person as much as I can. Is it because there's no such label called ' break-up' between friends, that you will always have this responsibility in yourself to stay in touch or continue to like him or her?? What if he or she has the reason to looked terrible in my eyes?? Shall I put that into my considerations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friends really do represent the stages of my life. My one month of travelling tells alot about this. I wonder if the bond will still be this strong after we got back to the college and continue with our lifes. All I can do is to appreciate the moment and fall in love in that instant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No matter how bad a relationship has become now, I will always remember the moment that I appreciated and remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Viva la vida loca, no es sobre pasados, tam poco la futura. Tressure the moment!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-8496245897470181434?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/8496245897470181434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=8496245897470181434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8496245897470181434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8496245897470181434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-thoughts.html' title='New Year Thoughts..'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-1579222719222907676</id><published>2006-12-31T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:59:06.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping none stop!</title><content type='html'>hello from London and happy new year!!&lt;br /&gt;I've been shopping none stop and felt abit guilty for like 5 minutes whenever I buy new things....forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a special countdown tonight!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-1579222719222907676?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/1579222719222907676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=1579222719222907676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/1579222719222907676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/1579222719222907676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/12/shopping-none-stop.html' title='shopping none stop!'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-5037942955322358529</id><published>2006-12-28T05:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T05:46:19.474+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco in Madrid!</title><content type='html'>Its not about David Beckham, Its about dancing and spanish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to this dream place of Yingying che che where there are now pure spanish speakers ( Barcelona has another language called Catalan) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin´s place is very cozy and his house is a very antique cottage made of stones and according to him has been there for generations! We had quite a nice time having Christmas dinner and trying to speak spanish, and i should say, I have becoming quite tired of spanish! Since tomorrow I´ll be going to London, its a relieve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If sitting beside the fireplace chatting about Santa was nice, strolling around in the Luminous City fo Madrid is a total contrast and excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas day, we pushed ourselves through the big crowd on the main streets of Madrid, with endless people serenading with christmas songs, beautiful decorations and of course big squares and fountains for photo shooting. It was in the evening, and we decided to go to a pub with Fabio, martin´s friend. Gosh, it was another trip of walking because most pubs and bars were closed in Christmas. Luckily in the end, we managed to found one club with various nice Spanish Music to dance with and in time for the celebration of Alejandro´s 18th Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are not tourist, we always woke up late in the afternoon, therefore yesterday we only managed to vist the Prado Museum ( more christian art that i am tired to focus), it wasn´t that interesting as i thought so we came back for an early rest. It was a nice ending of the night, where Gabriel from Argentina , together with martin made a very cute b´day cake for Alejandro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Highlight of madrid is perhaps the Flamenco dance that i have truly jumped into it. Sara Bara, is perhaps the best flamenco dancer i´ve ever seen.(not that i have seen flamenco) The skills, and techniques, and the rhythmic taps alongside with live music is just a Fantastic moment to watch! It was like drumming with the legs and swaying the body like a flamingo bird ( my imaginations) in motion of the softness of her long skirts and strongness of her grasps of breath and stamp! Totally professional and the ghostly transitions totally rocks! I couldn´t describe more as my eyes are almost closed and i have a plane to catch tomorrow for London, my last stop for my Winter Break.....may have limited access to internet therefore wouldn´t be online blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios and hope you have a Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-5037942955322358529?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/5037942955322358529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=5037942955322358529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5037942955322358529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5037942955322358529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/12/flamenco-in-madrid.html' title='Flamenco in Madrid!'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-7674924241796334188</id><published>2006-12-24T21:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T21:10:11.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What did I remember from the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Barcelona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; trip? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Apart from knowing that I have been walking a lot, it is perhaps the impact of Gaudí in me. Well, let’s leave the best for the last, and start with complaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I didn’t know how &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/st1:City&gt; manages all the direction, but we were basically only followed her all around &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Barcelona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; quiet blindly I should say. Don’t know whether is good or not, because if you ask me, I seriously don’t remember which way or what is the name of all the streets that I have been through! It can be quite annoying sometimes where all who knows me know I can’t walk A LOT. But I have been doing that all these three days!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Going around with Jariya was just fun to watch. She does things spontaneously that doesn’t require much thought of the results of her actions. If Childish is not the word, she is truly being herself: Saying ‘No’ when she doesn’t want and stand up on the balcony of two stories for picture taking when she feels necessary. Alejandro was all the time shocked by her actions, but I have seen more of her before therefore I wasn’t that surprise!!:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The first day in the centre of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Barcelona&lt;/st1:City&gt; is seriously about &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Barcelona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I experienced the true meaning of ‘die heart’ fan—Alejandro and his FC Barcelona. My mom would kill me if she knows that I have been buying twice or triple the price just for a football club jersey, where you can always by for cheaper in the night market…haha….but it’s a different story when you are standing right in front of the Nou Camp football stadium and the biggest original FC store. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; said that the museum of the FCB is actually the second most visited museum, I doubted the truth but if the number of the BARCA fans is that much, perhaps it is understandable, since people got to see all the jerseys and champion league’s cup since the year it is founded. If I have to pay for the entrance which is 12 Euros (another source of funding the club I presumed), I don’t think I will enter. However, our luck again for traveling with Eli, is that besides her sponsoring all our internal travel, she is also happened to work in this FCB stall for one and a half year before her current profession as a massager! Alejandro got all his BARCA stuff for 20% off and the rest of us got a photo shoot for free with the champion’s cup and also free entrance to the museum in the leading of Eli’s ex colleague. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;After getting all the stuff, we took a pre-visit to the Cathedral of the Sacred Family. The fair for Santa Lucia celebration was still going on, therefore there’s a huge crowd of people in the fair when we arrived. It was really nice to see all the nice scene on the postcards came to real in front of our eyes. Endless photo takings, what can I say? We couldn’t have enough by just looking at it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Alejandro’s voice was completely turned off when he came back from the match at midnight. The night strolling was a REAL experience of STROLLING. We were supposed to look for a dancing club, however in some weird reasons, Eli could not manage to find one and her friend, Ian who is supposed to join us was doing ‘qi gong’!!? How weird is that? After almost one an a half hour of STROLLING on the Barcelona streets, as the shops are gradually closed, I got pissed off a bit and requested for quitting the ‘night pumping’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;On the Second day, I shall call it an Art Day. We got the chance to go to the Park Guel designed by Antonio Gaudí. People named him the best architect of the modern contemporary architecture. One enters the part full of anxiety and wondering why is the ugly path and cacti are display in such a messy way, and Whalack! The beautiful ‘Beach’ bench from his inspiration from the waves is right there in front of the park. All his creations are from the nature, and was built in a dreamy way, things are curvy, slanting, weird patterns that you wouldn’t imagine in modern buildings but only by him. I love admiring the weird patterns and gave a thought of where his inspirations are from. Some waves, some turtles, some ocean, some leaves or even dragons and four legged lizards! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Excitedly, I also found really beautiful earrings sold by the Vender from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Gosh, the earrings are so gorgeous that I wanted to buy all of them. It saddens me that once I put one pair of pink earrings on, ONE was lost when I was on my way to the Cathedral of Sacred Family, the most significant building of Gaudí’s work of 40 years before he died hitted by the tram when he was 76. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The interior and exterior of the building is an amazing combination of all his imagination. You find a spiral of seashell from the stairs, a cone-shape Cross at the top of the cathedral and also some random pillars that was inspired from the structure of the Tree trunk. All his designs are carefully studied, every bits and piece of stones are specially chosen from different parts of the world, in fact, and there are 15 types of stones all together! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The Last place we visited for the day was the Museum de Arte Contemporario of Barcelona ( BARCA). Well it’s a duty for me, as an art student to go for art museums whne you come to such prestigious place like &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Barcelona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. I loved all the display in the permanent collections, and most of it truly helped in my soon-to-come art exhibition…haha….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And that’s all for &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Barcelona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; that I could tell by only typing, the others I afraid I have to leave it to myself. Haha….chiaoz…I am going to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Madrid&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; now and meet up with Martinitotitotito!!(one more hour before bus time and we were in the bus station for 4 hours already!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-7674924241796334188?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/7674924241796334188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=7674924241796334188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7674924241796334188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7674924241796334188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/12/barcelona-2.html' title='Barcelona 2'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-3154679415674494992</id><published>2006-12-21T17:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T10:30:13.299+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whenever I travel, I felt the heat inside me kept pumping out of my body. The heat is such a negative source of power for those long hours of waiting. Yet another nice host, Elizabeth. She is so cheerful and happy that me and the rest felt the warm welcome from her. She even asked her friend, Mace to ‘take care’ of us while she picked up the rest in the other airport. &lt;/p&gt;  The first two days we were going around Amposta,  a catalanya settlement in some two hours drive away from Barcelona. It was a nice town with lots of friendly people. Since my travelling is always depend on the host ( know through connections, friend of friend), we met with random people and going to random place that is almost not in my knowledge. One of the surprise was perhaps the river tram call Rio de Etro in Amposta. 80% of the seagulls in the world got fed here, or so they say....the rice fields and light house and seagulls are just...wonderful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, we came to the centre of Barcelona....just finish eating a typical course cooked by eli's mom called PAELLA.....delicious! anyways..going out now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-3154679415674494992?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/3154679415674494992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=3154679415674494992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/3154679415674494992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/3154679415674494992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/12/barcelona.html' title='Barcelona'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-1566092495753129348</id><published>2006-12-17T03:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T03:04:43.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The love I have for this orchestra is seriously hard to describe in words. We fell and we stood up again, tried our best to be united as a whole, because all of us knew, that anyone of us giving up means letting the whole team down as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy with what you get. Happy with what you strive. Be contented with the things that were contributed. Competition is all about the process. Yes, I agree that many of us have learnt a lot from the process. Team spirit, friendship, brotherhood, and understanding, all the good qualities that you guys managed to gathered and maintained is what makes PMO as it is, like a family, that I am always a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s so many of us that have desire of going out of the circle, but at the end, so many have returned. The fact of fearing it may loose its quality and tradition is what binds everyone together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nobody to blame for this time’s lost. Everyone has tried their best. Why did the error happen? After so many years of trying and learning and striving, I honestly hope that the fruit will ripe this year. Whoever thought that they are the source of this lost might be sadder than anybody else. That’s what we call - Asian thinking. There’s always a background story for us to keep track and make sure that we didn’t blame the wrong person. There’s always and hand in need and a heart to cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHSPMO, sincerely hope that one day you shall rise, proper and win the glory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-1566092495753129348?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/1566092495753129348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=1566092495753129348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/1566092495753129348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/1566092495753129348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/12/pmo.html' title='PMO'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-8902854785675175326</id><published>2006-12-17T03:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T03:03:15.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>venice pictures</title><content type='html'>More to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-8902854785675175326?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://new.photos.yahoo.com/sijie710/album/576460762374368955' title='venice pictures'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/8902854785675175326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=8902854785675175326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8902854785675175326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8902854785675175326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/12/venice-pictures.html' title='venice pictures'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-7393375500102741471</id><published>2006-12-17T02:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T02:59:37.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Venice!</title><content type='html'>Coming to the point of the day, a day we all shall remember as the famous ‘Venice Day’! My gosh, a trip to Venice, a dream come true! I have been hearing the beautiful scenery of Venice but have never once imagine myself walking on the narrow street of Venice with beautiful glass display and mask everywhere. The old buildings and the smell of the city of water, even the gondola man gave us discount so that we could feel the city from the water. It was just amazing to see such superb view with the superb weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we can see Asians are everywhere taking pictures, but how couldn’t you take the picture of the lifetime! You might not see that view again you know! As I have said before, its all memory from the eyes to the computer! We had a great fun playing with the pigeons. There are thousands of them flying around the centre of San Marco. In front of the famous church made of marble and gold, we chased the bird with the corns we bought and also bears the itchiness of letting the pigeons to stand on us. Such lifelines of the six of us are so obviously different than how we are back in the college! I could smell Eleonora’s cheerfulness as her roommate and others excitement of the fact that we stepped foot on Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we managed to walk through all important corners of Venice, the bay, the port, eating Italian ice-cream, drinking nice hot chocolate, looking over the house of the Duke of Venice with hot Spanish chicks (seriously about a hundred of them, and 90% are hot chicks) and back to the train station. It is seriously a walking day and we pull it off nice and steady!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got back to Fabio’s house, I was surprised by the tradition of putting chilly into each as every course for good luck after two days of the St. Lucia celebration. Even the fruits are planted with chilly from seeds and were sold twice the price as the tradition of this day. How lucky am I , they say 3 chilly in the whole course, from dinner to desert was lucky, I got like 5 of them in almost every course I ate! From the salty cake, to pizza, to sweet pie to orange to grapes! I thought I was fooled by Fabio at the beginning when I tasted spicy in sweet pie but only then I realized it’s the tradition! Let’s just say I am lucky, Fabio said that I will meet the love of my life in this week and since tomorrow there’s a party at his house, who knows there will be a hot Italian waiting for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-7393375500102741471?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/7393375500102741471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=7393375500102741471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7393375500102741471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7393375500102741471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/12/venice.html' title='Venice!'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-8229023834138233038</id><published>2006-12-14T14:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T14:11:25.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>video in verona</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hj1OpzJoFD8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hj1OpzJoFD8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-8229023834138233038?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/8229023834138233038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=8229023834138233038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8229023834138233038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8229023834138233038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/12/video-in-verona.html' title='video in verona'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-3643153904504913795</id><published>2006-12-14T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T13:50:36.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verona, Italy(click)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RYFIMMUJhaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fbaP0LqvSuA/s1600-h/100_4939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RYFIMMUJhaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fbaP0LqvSuA/s320/100_4939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008363634914067874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am not going to hide back into my comfort zone. Going home is an action of getting back to the comfort zone where you don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; have to deal with more cultural clashes and extreme opinions. You are back to the society where you know just the right words to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I wasn’t sure whether my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;decision to go travel instead of going home is correct, one thing for sure, I am in my self discovering journey once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sitting in front of the laptop in Fabio’s place in Verona, I am a bit speechless as I recall how did I traveled a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nd ended up here. It started with an extremely chaotic Human Rights Forum. I seriously don’t know what have I got from the trip, its nothing compare to what I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ant. I am sure of one thing, which is when I have a bad feeling about something, I should definitely work myself through even that it means I have to sacrifice friendship. People seriously have to take action of thei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;r mistakes and realize they are not a really good leader after all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The little cottage reminds me so much of the things that has happened before summer break 2006, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;d I couldn’t believe myself that I had revealed this incident to my fellow travel friends in December, or so th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ey say, what is said in December will stay in December. Looking at they reaction, I realized that people do have fantasy over ever-lasting love and always work hard to get it. Reality doesn’t change, but fantasy is our treasure and freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Have so much inspiration in the airplane about my art project. Thinking of putting up a show to show what is IDENTITY to me. Its about exposure and influence (fire), confusion (strings of thoughts), cultural (from outside), rhythms (drumming) and definitely some dancing. Problem is, with all the resources that I wanted and the time I have got left for the final exhibition, will I able to pull it off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RYFHk8UJhZI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZWmsyxGIxek/s1600-h/100_4921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RYFHk8UJhZI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZWmsyxGIxek/s320/100_4921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008362960604202386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Fabio just jumpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; into my bed and started a long break of my journal entry. We talked about the Roman Empire to the Chinese kingdom and then up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; to the fact that it’s reasonable for me not wanting to live with a person who can’t keep his or her word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Talk about culture exposure, I felt the closeness of the Italian family where ‘family’ is sacred. Reminds me of the closeness and support of the family, where all the members of the family sat together for a meal or even hosting the friends (us) with such warm heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The taste of the coffee is so delicate and carefully prepared, the denseness of the hot Chocolate and the spaghetti with mushrooms….Italian food, what more can I ask? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-3643153904504913795?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://new.photos.yahoo.com/sijie710/album/576460762371357025' title='Verona, Italy(click)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/3643153904504913795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=3643153904504913795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/3643153904504913795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/3643153904504913795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/12/verona-italyclick.html' title='Verona, Italy(click)'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RYFIMMUJhaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fbaP0LqvSuA/s72-c/100_4939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-2103845560079293342</id><published>2006-12-10T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T18:21:12.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oslo blues...</title><content type='html'>when we talk about blues....is it related to something greyish and rainish? &lt;br /&gt;In the middle of no way again...i ended up in this very pretty cottage one and a half hours away from oslo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't whether its because of the memory i had here with this cottage, or I simply want to visit the nice couple from last summer....almost half a year ago now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have the chance to choose again, i will still come here, i think, despite all the rush and trash of the oslo exciting schedule roaming around the city. Nothing excites me, since the price are forever high even if they are sales...People that i met in oslo are not my close friends, plus the poor organization , things spent twice as much time to get it done. Don't know who to blame also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing worth mentioning is perhaps the fact that i got to know so much about the other UWC , which is adriatic and this sweet girl name veronica from Slovakia. Poor thing came all the way from adriatic just to experience this 'shitty' schedule with me and seemona. It is the companionship that makes her trip worthwhile i guess. Seemona and me got to hang out longer than in the college since we never spend time together this term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However one thing for sure, I still needed time for myself..That's all i need...a bed ...a room....and internet connections....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying to Milan tomorrow to fabio's place in italy...Gonna enjoy one week of italy before going to Barcelona!! Till then..hope everything's fine !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-2103845560079293342?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/2103845560079293342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=2103845560079293342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/2103845560079293342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/2103845560079293342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/12/oslo-blues.html' title='Oslo blues...'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-5282407137694255093</id><published>2006-12-05T16:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:46:22.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>juan and maria</title><content type='html'>trying to pronounce my name!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2PxnUswe-5U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2PxnUswe-5U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-5282407137694255093?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/5282407137694255093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=5282407137694255093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5282407137694255093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5282407137694255093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/12/juan-and-maria_05.html' title='juan and maria'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-2308610921497459469</id><published>2006-12-05T03:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T03:31:56.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas dinner and show pictures(click)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTZA84PzuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bhpt1H0ytcU/s1600-h/100_4817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTZA84PzuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bhpt1H0ytcU/s320/100_4817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004863696280735458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTZBc4PzvI/AAAAAAAAABE/YEwbv-fRWu8/s1600-h/100_4803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTZBc4PzvI/AAAAAAAAABE/YEwbv-fRWu8/s320/100_4803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004863704870670066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTZBs4PzwI/AAAAAAAAABM/0mCyGpel7uk/s1600-h/100_4828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTZBs4PzwI/AAAAAAAAABM/0mCyGpel7uk/s320/100_4828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004863709165637378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTZCM4PzxI/AAAAAAAAABU/UQXms4Gh9XE/s1600-h/100_4859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTZCM4PzxI/AAAAAAAAABU/UQXms4Gh9XE/s320/100_4859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004863717755571986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mame and chalanie, with jonathan, faaez and bilal and sampating with adrienne:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-2308610921497459469?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://new.photos.yahoo.com/sijie710/album/576460762361659084' title='Christmas dinner and show pictures(click)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/2308610921497459469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=2308610921497459469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/2308610921497459469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/2308610921497459469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-dinner-and-show-picturesclick.html' title='Christmas dinner and show pictures(click)'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTZA84PzuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bhpt1H0ytcU/s72-c/100_4817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-664535816448215041</id><published>2006-12-05T03:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T03:46:42.381+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas drop in pictures(click)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTXGc4PzqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m4w0y0YDllg/s1600-h/100_4865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTXGc4PzqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m4w0y0YDllg/s320/100_4865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004861591746760354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTXGs4PzrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LXMWVV6g8l0/s1600-h/100_4866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTXGs4PzrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LXMWVV6g8l0/s320/100_4866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004861596041727666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTXH84PzsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/glpVYzqJdg4/s1600-h/100_4915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTXH84PzsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/glpVYzqJdg4/s320/100_4915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004861617516564162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTXIM4PztI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XC36F9YQO5M/s1600-h/100_4874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTXIM4PztI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XC36F9YQO5M/s320/100_4874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004861621811531474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; juanma and me, in marina's house with christmas cookies and bread, haoran hugging hafna after the present exchange, me and jose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4G1RSOP8Aw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4G1RSOP8Aw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-664535816448215041?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://new.photos.yahoo.com/sijie710/album/576460762361402636' title='Christmas drop in pictures(click)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/664535816448215041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=664535816448215041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/664535816448215041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/664535816448215041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-drop-in-picturesclick.html' title='Christmas drop in pictures(click)'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVlV9LH7Dec/RXTXGc4PzqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m4w0y0YDllg/s72-c/100_4865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-3986499752849654952</id><published>2006-12-05T02:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T02:52:00.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumming in Winter Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-veoP00hB5M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-veoP00hB5M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-3986499752849654952?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/3986499752849654952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=3986499752849654952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/3986499752849654952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/3986499752849654952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/12/drumming-in-winter-show.html' title='Drumming in Winter Show'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-5770255096498382328</id><published>2006-12-05T02:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T02:50:53.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas dinner, winter show and drop in</title><content type='html'>One of the most wonderful week of the year is during Christmas celebration. All students dressed up to the Christmas dinner and of course chill out and sit back to enjoy some special christmas food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rarely have the chance to be excited about the food. But  this week, I have been enjoying the food non-stop since last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a special Christian dinner organized by the christians to share their way of celebrating christmas in different country and also some experience sharing. The atmosphere is very cozy and the christmas carols led by Minsern is of course up to standard. I can see that Sabrina is very contented throughout the whole christian dinner and i definitely feel her happiness. They have been doing none stop decorating and setting the mini-show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara and Daniel are just wonderful advisors and teachers. They stayed back till the very late to clean up and also threat the people who helped clean with even more food! Jonathan released a candle into the fjord, and the candle miraculously flowed back to the shore after we finished eating and cleaned up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Monday, another special occation for students to drop in their house-mentor's house for a special Christmas drop-in. We tried the norwegian drink and also exchange our present in that occasion. We are truly happy and live the moment without thinking of anything else....at least for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the success of Saturday's winter show! I colaborated a drum piece together with six other interested members in the show, and it was wonderfully composed!! I love it and i hope people enjoyed it too!! The rest of the night was a two hours long winter show with endless funny skits and songs and dancing....typical uwc way to celebrate. Most importantly, WE sure crack ourselves out to the loudest!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-5770255096498382328?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/5770255096498382328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=5770255096498382328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5770255096498382328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5770255096498382328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-dinner-winter-show-and-drop.html' title='Christmas dinner, winter show and drop in'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-5731805296616819705</id><published>2006-12-01T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:42:43.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Global HIV/AIDS day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its Global Concern session again, and this time its a successful session about HIV/AIDS. Few days ago, banners and posters are already up, where all the students photos are printed out in an A4 paper and were pasted on all the walls of the Cantina. Everyday, few people will be infected by this'HIV' virus where their eyes will be painted red...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the Malaysian Government poster of AIDS andHIV where only skulls and needles and blood were portrayed in the poster and just said" Fight AIDS together!" Do we even know where does this desease come from or how is it infected to one another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every 2 person you meet in Swaziland is infected by HIV virus, every week there will be a funeral, and it is the funeral that you will be meeting people and start socializing," says spiwe, from Swaziland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My aunt lives with HIV and she's having a baby, in fact, 3 of my aunts are HIV positive," says dandago from Namibia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the introduction before the workshop started. " every 6 seconds; one will be infected with HIV, every 12 seconds, one will die from AIDS from all parts of the world; every three weeks in the norwegian HIV centre, one will die from AIDs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never imagine these words come from our friends who are constantly living around AIDs or HIV. I thought it is something that can be ignore and as long as we don't TOUCH those things..its safe. But what are 'those things'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first workshop that I went was about "HIV by region". I found out that latin america has a large population infected with HIV with the density in the carribean, especially haiti. More women are infected with the virus then guys apparently because of the problems of body structure: the vagina is comparatively larger and can be infected with the virus easier, the problems of sex workers, women not being brave enough to speak about sex or ask for protection, and of course, sexual intercourse without using condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Europe has  comparatively small number, 600 000, they are having differnt types of HIVs where it is the type of virus in the developed country. Where developing countries are having a more aggresif type of virus, HIV virus can easily developed into AIDS within few years, compare to more than ten years in european countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reason where Southern Sahara Africa are have the densest population of HIV disease is because of their culture. According to a guest speaker who studied about HIV in south africa. Aids its a very unfair disease. It goes to the poor, it goes to the weak, it goes to the people with less protection. Its true, many african men work in mines , far away from home, during the 1980s when the Aids was first discovered in USA. They tend to have multiple partnerships, and often have a poligamy. Women are dependant on men economically, therefore would not say no to the husband even if they know the men is unsafe to be with. Poor people have less opportunity to access to sex education, therefore have no idea in what ways HIV could be transmitt. Some people even thought that after having sex with a virgin, they could actually cure from the  disease, resulting in lots of raping cases or even stealing babies in the African communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinics are full all the time, somtimes half of the cities in South Africa are HIV positive people, only patients who are 'healthy' enough to take the medication can survive, they have to go through 6 weeks of training of taking the drugs for the rest of their life. Drugs are sooo expensive that even one's salary could not afford it.  Only recently a protest is successfully made by an organization call "TOC" where all of the members are HIV positive people fighting for their  rights to get free medical threatment from the government, with the help from Nelson Mendela in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most sentimental moment of the day for me, i guess, its when Sebastian, a HIV positive patient presented his life story about himself infected by HIV. Living in Norway, he has the privelege of getting compensation for not having a job due to prejudice, free medical threatment and hospital test, and probably free apartment by the Government. But often in these people, it is the lack of hope to life drives them away from moving on. All he could think of is just DEATH. He was tricked by his boyfriend when they were testing each other the matter of TRUST in a relationship. His bf flinged the HIV report infront of him asking whether he wanted to check and have protection before having sex with him. He chose to 'trust' therefore had sex with him without protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beggining, the Americans called AIDS a gay disease, i guess there's case of gay sex that cause AIDs, but that is not the major reason. In this case, he is trying to sue this guy for having 'revenge' on him by transmitting HIV without him wanting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time of his confession, he always repeat," Its hard to accept, it only take one time to get the disease"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has broken his connection with his father and also his family members from the father side. He only have his mom and sisters and a bunch of HIV infected friends who die gradually once he gets closer with them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His task, now after being in bed for more than 4 months, thinking of the end of the world, is to give education for the people, realizing how important is it to use condom in sex, having one partner, and also HIV positive people are just normal human being that deserved to be treated equally. You are able to share a drink or food with them or even physical contact, as long as your blood is not contact with theirs. Even so, its just one in a million chance to get the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my task, now, is to spreading this information to more people......&lt;br /&gt;WE must not be ignorant about this Global Issue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-5731805296616819705?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/5731805296616819705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=5731805296616819705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5731805296616819705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/5731805296616819705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/12/global-hivaids-day.html' title='Global HIV/AIDS day'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-8182135207814453654</id><published>2006-11-27T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T14:46:36.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippie day again</title><content type='html'>Ooops...don't understand why yesterday's post turn out to be so emotional...maybe because I'm in one of those moody days again. Well, I promise to give some detail explanation about the fashion show once another hectic days of examination is over ....hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, finish a painting about identity. Reidun said it was a big improvement, yet she is still complaining that I didn't do enough. What is it enough for me? Its my style to be quick and efficient. I really didn't expect it to be perfect, but somehow always hope that i will turn out perfect. Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i discovering this bad habit of mine, I seriously want to see how far i can go from here. How much careful and slow i can be? I can never write a sophisticated art journal with all the detail decoration and colour inside. Its just me. I never do all those thing. Does this mean that i loose all the points for being myself? Hmmm..sometimes i just wish that i don't have to meet up with all those criteria, then I will be a happy girl, with those little 'bonus' i get from quick and efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously , i discover that i didn't really make a full use out of the art resource i can have in college. Plaster, Pottery, Print Making, Video editing. I feel so lost for not being able to discover new skills.........Do I even have time now to learn?Urgh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing alot of my friends are improving from day to day....I wish i can push myself harder.....GAMBATE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-8182135207814453654?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/8182135207814453654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=8182135207814453654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8182135207814453654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/8182135207814453654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/11/hippie-day-again.html' title='Hippie day again'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-9025070416084527125</id><published>2006-11-26T18:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:55:32.375+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Show and House Skit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;After less than one week of organizing, yet another 'grand' thing I suppose to the uwc community- Interhouse competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been tough luck to me I should say, since there's alot of staff and students who are not available in the weekend due to end of term reports etc. Seeing that this is the only chance to put up the competition, and next term after January will be too late for all these 'fun'...I insisted to continue doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the thing is, this place is just constantly changing, people are changing, friendship are changing. What I am doing now is just taking a pause in between and slit in something special to remember for the two years. If nothing is in between, life is still going on with endless assignment and deadlines. What's the point of it then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the picture last year, which is only few months ago, I have see myself grow, I have see other's growth. Even three months ago, from the begginning of the term , I could never imagine myself being with the people I am with now. We are all under pressure to live life to the fullest, but nothing will be enough. Expecting to leave all those close friend forever in few months time, how do we move on from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even some little incident that happened that effect my emotions, I always have to control it because life goes on, You can't expect to mourn forever and then abandon all the things that you are suppose to finish. I don't know how i relate to this issue of parting and leaving, however this particular day, it make me realize that memories that we are going to make together are long lasting, but no matter how close we are with these people now, we will not see each other everyday, 24/7 in the future, like how we are now. Isn't it scary? at the end of the day......Its just a two year, that seems like 20 .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder, people sometimes afraid to be too close to people, afraid that it can be too hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/12288011-9025070416084527125?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/9025070416084527125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=9025070416084527125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/9025070416084527125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/9025070416084527125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/11/fashion-show-and-house-skit.html' title='Fashion Show and House Skit'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-7097490066602018460</id><published>2006-11-19T03:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T03:31:16.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship</title><content type='html'>How can it happen just in a night when there's no consciousness in a person at all?&lt;br /&gt;Is cabin party really the place where people explore their inner desire, therefore its a neccesity to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal parties in the school, even though with good music doesn't serve the purpose like cabin party at all. There's a deeper meaning in Cabin parties, where people explore possible ' linkings'  and ' relationships' ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic, why during the drunkness? where people are in their ugliest form? Is it how they show their sincerity and truthfulness towards each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If relationship can be as simple as that, there wouldn't be people spending their whole life just to sort all those relationship matter out....couple can just deal with problems after getting drunk..&lt;br /&gt;I think relationship that start easily will end easily as well....without any basic and predevelopment...how will it stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be disappointed with a person base on what I saw in the druken master's magical wand? Back to bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-7097490066602018460?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/7097490066602018460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=7097490066602018460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7097490066602018460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/7097490066602018460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/11/relationship.html' title='Relationship'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-110828721667764242</id><published>2006-11-15T03:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T03:10:09.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/11/1500/1600/IMG_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/11/1500/320/IMG_0327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/11/1500/1600/IMG_0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/11/1500/320/IMG_0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the italian restaurant with Martin and Fabio, on the Checkpoint Charlie of Berlin (from left: Alejandro, vili, Laura and Adrian)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/11/1500/1600/IMG_0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/11/1500/320/IMG_0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/11/1500/1600/IMG_0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/11/1500/320/IMG_0213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left: the Holocause memorial , between blocks, the imperial cathedral in museum island with adrian..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-110828721667764242?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/110828721667764242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=110828721667764242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/110828721667764242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/110828721667764242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/11/berlin.html' title='Berlin!'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-225237651868617673</id><published>2006-11-15T02:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T02:57:09.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Destressado</title><content type='html'>Recently, I found out that the letter 'o' is really useful. Just simply add in to any english word, it will 'possibly' form a spanish word. haha...let's say...." cool", just add 'o' into it, it will become 'coolo'(butt).....haha...its my funny method to learn spanish..quite useful actually..although most of the time i got it wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate seems to be the perfect soveniors for people. Ever since i came back from Berlin, I have been busy distributing 'small small' present for people. Mrunmay said its Malaysian style wor..cannot buy big big present..give small small wan...just the matter of heart mah..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;In return, I also received some small small chocolate also...from paris la, from Sweden la, from Switzerland la..(gonna get that really soon!!) the later wan still in the process of getting since i mistaken switzerland to sweden ..damn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another scary economics test is over, i realize that i always got driven away from the question and always get panick before answering....well if i need people to drive me crazy...that will be definitely an economist...STRESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOK(Theory of Knowledge) presentation is coming up next!! gonna do a presentation about cross culture marriage and situation in some religious country such as Malaysia.....Should i conclude that Malaysians are all religious?? or is it just a religious country with religious policy??Ya i know i'm generalizing again...no time to read malaysian news la..how how???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly miss jun jun alot...long time never talk to her or email her or write to her...wanted to know how are you arh...my dear .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always claim that i don't miss home...i really don't ...right now..only jun jun:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-225237651868617673?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/225237651868617673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=225237651868617673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/225237651868617673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/225237651868617673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/11/destressado.html' title='Destressado'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-116310893236569096</id><published>2006-11-09T22:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T02:36:10.621+01:00</updated><title type='text'>getting out of my head</title><content type='html'>I am burst with Knowledge now!! Seriously, i think i might create a special link to my Berlin trip, instead of writing everything here..because, seriously....there's too many to write, too many to jot down, too many to reflect about....i just hope that i won't forget it since once getting back to college means work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that my home's internet got disfunction ....idiot!! I haven't been receiving emails from home and that's sad..now i don't even know whether they have been follow up this post of mine?! i don't like to feel like i am talking to a wall!! yo yo yo??? Heellloo???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most funny thing is...whenever i got to a street, a museum, a tram..i will never remember those german spellings and german pronounciation.....what I just know the content..is it enough by just telling...erm." so i been to this place, wah so beautiful..then i go to that place, very antigue.." well..i will try to sort it out soon...got as much brochure as i can already!!&lt;br /&gt;well...will write more!! at the mean time, miss college , miss home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-116310893236569096?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/116310893236569096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=116310893236569096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116310893236569096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116310893236569096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/11/getting-out-of-my-head.html' title='getting out of my head'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-116255998170791154</id><published>2006-11-03T13:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T02:36:10.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>November break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey my fellow readers...if its not for you guys..I won't be sitting here, typing my possible memorial of my life in the future! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the most interesting economics class ever. Started to understand why is globalization such a huge and wonderful topic for debate and just the fact exploring it gave me so much insight about the happening of the world. Its true that people always go back to their roots and question their identity after long time of globalization. You can see the simple pattern happening even in the college when the first week, everyone is trying to intergrate and find the possible group. But after two months, people started to form groups, sometimes even going back to the groups with the same language, because you always wan too belong to a group where they truly acknowledge you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH..I have a great sense of accomplishment after finishing my university application. haha...its funny because many people gave me the weird look when I'm telling them i'm applying to a woman's college. But its Boston you noe!! actually, the place attracts me more than anything else. I'm a person who can easily settle down in a place and just accept what are the challenges ahead. Maybe i'm walking towards an unplanned future now....although i DO CARE about my future...but then, as I follow where the road leads me, i guess every road from UWC is a great opportunity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Maria, i manage to have a great personal statement. Sometimes, you just need people to push you to spill out your inner forces! and that's what she do, i didn't know that i can actually express myself in that interlectual way..i'm proud of what i've been expressing so far. Things are getting so much more excited than last year.. its not longer the surprise and new things about the place, but its about the person tat i could be in the near future!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off to Berlin for five days...dunno what I am expecting actually...but I definitely need something other than classes and deadlines!! Catching up is a difficult task, as much as I want to admit that I'm above average in everything..once you stop rowing up the stream, you just gradually slides back down. WEll , let's talk about it after Berlin.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some research about Berlin, apparently they have the longest history about homosexual..haha.. 200years!! I am definitely going to the homosexual museum, then the famous Berlin zoo( still unsure whether its working going for the animal though) , the art museum, and some pieces of the leftover Berlin Wall..haha..My friends were stopping me from further planning and researching, say its better to enjoy the moment there and feel where you wanna go first....well..once again..my mentality doesn't really fit my friends' standard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this thing about openness that i figure it out recently. The more i become crazy like at home, the more i see people here are just normal when they are reacting to my craziness....they are not some genius when they are talking with me...there are just some friends who enjoy my accompany...well..if we don't think too much about the social backgroud we have and just start from where we are...perhaps things arent' as complicated as we thought. Yes, openness also leads to more critisism as people "react to your actions", ( haha that's the best salvatore's quote in the room), but it also brings opportunity to expand the level of friendships...After the ties, only then you intergrate about your values and ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia's sisters, Linnea had her visit here, just to hang out with her sister for the whole week. btw, Olivia is my swedish roomate. Seeing them around the room all the time reminds me of my other 'disgusting' form of craziness at home...hahhaaha...well....Home, as Heracial Claire say...its the people, the atmosphere, the common memories about the space we live in...the warmth in heart wherever you are....HAPPY NOVEMBER BREAK GUYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-116255998170791154?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/116255998170791154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=116255998170791154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116255998170791154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116255998170791154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-break.html' title='November break!'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-116199996821448387</id><published>2006-10-28T03:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T02:36:10.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Day</title><content type='html'>What should I expect for this Day?? Its a day we realize there's so many of us, hiding ourself in this nordic college, living a nordic life, doing a nordic culture, hiding our tears and sorrow and fear....Are we gonna show all of this in this very Special Day where all Asians unite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being effecient has long been the Asian tradition, especially when we have a really strict Chinese Teacher who take care of all the dates and workloads....The one who say 'yes' or ' no'..Actually, i'm so use to this style of leadership that I love it so much during the month of organizing...I'll definitely miss these days of hectic life , rushing to rehearsal and organizing scripts...To me, this is truely where all the essense are...the production on its day its just a BONUS to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it turns out just as We wish..its a double bonus, if it didn't turn out well....what the hell..we have worked so hard for it. The happiest things are not other than seeing the non asians people trying hard to learn our dances and culture, gesture..trying to learn how to sing in Thai , Russian...Who cares about perfection ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize there can never be perfect if we want to have consensus on putting things up...except if there's only one race, one voice, one nation..We have NONE of these, therefore its not hopeless at all when we say something is not perfect...as i have said, I don't mind about the product...its already stays perfectly in my mind before its even happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..the cheong sam fits me NOW...phew.....&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be a grand day with final rehearsal in the morning, cooking session and BAZAAR where we exhibit our traditional costumes, games and soveniers, followed by the LONGED ASIAN SHOW with five sub-continent&gt; MIDDLE EAST, CENTRAL , SOUTH EAST, EAST AND SOUTH.....looking forward for fun!!!!fuck the math project!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-116199996821448387?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/116199996821448387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=116199996821448387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116199996821448387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116199996821448387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/10/asian-day.html' title='Asian Day'/><author><name>C to the 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-116156344368636883?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/116156344368636883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=116156344368636883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156344368636883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156344368636883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/10/anibal-from-chile.html' title=''/><author><name>C to the 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align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-116156339745391747?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/116156339745391747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=116156339745391747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156339745391747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156339745391747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/10/maria-malaysian-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>C to the 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align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-116156338328313744?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/116156338328313744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=116156338328313744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156338328313744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156338328313744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/10/with-martin-eleonora-roomie-and-fabio.html' title=''/><author><name>C to the 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-116156333680522345?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/116156333680522345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=116156333680522345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156333680522345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156333680522345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/10/banana.html' title=''/><author><name>C to the 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-116156315558761190?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/116156315558761190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=116156315558761190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156315558761190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156315558761190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>C to the 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align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-116156312923336531?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/116156312923336531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=116156312923336531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156312923336531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156312923336531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/10/taking-off-from-college.html' title=''/><author><name>C to the 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-116156310824622188?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/116156310824622188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=116156310824622188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156310824622188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156310824622188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/10/dinnerp.html' title=''/><author><name>C to the 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align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-116156308053208629?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/116156308053208629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=116156308053208629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156308053208629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156308053208629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/10/standing-up-on-kayaks-behind-sunset.html' title=''/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-116156254625534588</id><published>2006-10-23T01:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T02:36:05.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Its been a wonderful weekend! Lots of Guest Speakers has been visiting our college and its from various field of experts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was the fjaler day where student is suppose to interact with local communities, that why we have workshops outside campus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Story Teller: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a person be a story teller and only a story teller? That's what most people ask Nick Hennessy when he is visiting. EVERYONE was amaze by how he tells story, about fairy takes, about folk tales, maybe you want to say children stories...but it think somehow we still have the curiousity in us to listen to new stories...and listening is seriously much more fun and easier than reading from a BOOK....i ended up going to his workshop during his stay in the college and learn some story telling skill from him. He can just starts and stops a story within a snap of finger....He can act, he can switch roles, character, he can describe, he speaks fast and fluently, he can make us listen without making any noise ....He can do so much which nobody can and that what makes him unique!! I'm impressed and i truely recall my happiness in flipping through the fairy tales when i was 10 ...the pink story book which i used to read and read rentlessly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Writer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told us what makes a home? -- The people, the environment, the atmosphere and the feeling....It was in the World Today forum where we suppose to have a public debate about the presentation...however after Haracial Claire's Presentation, nobody really want to debate anything..we all agreed with his points of how a HOME is to us....&lt;br /&gt;Its much more than just a space of a common area and classy renovations....Its where all the stories and memories lay...its where all the people we share little jokes and secrets....its where we show our hospitality to others...Well i think i will elaborate more once i have the notebook with me...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cerio's Brazilian Band:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best workshop i ever had!Drumming, learning, seeing how a brazilian tamporin works, new skills, being acknowledge...Its much more than 'rhythmes'..The three members of the band also introduce some Brazilian music intrument and backgrounds. Improvizing with others in the count of wistel was just amazing...Singing 'OHiohio....', we start our beats, from zero to something and from something into a song...SAMBA beats is new and fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even have a small presentation from the workshop in the saturday party, after our own show in the college, with the performance of Chalanie's dance' riddim'...More hip hop beats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the saturday night party...Its the samba night! With live music, and concerts, its a party, a pub, a concert, everything....Everyone just drowned into the beats and even teachers are dancing with us a crowd of circle...a little solo performance of a Big to Smallest size form of tamporeen from Cerio is the climax of the day!!! My passions towards rhythmic druming and dancing arise again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-116156254625534588?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/116156254625534588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=116156254625534588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156254625534588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156254625534588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/10/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend!'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-116156145404772479</id><published>2006-10-23T01:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T02:36:05.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Humour vs Serious</title><content type='html'>In order to get the Serious stuff into your head, you need some humour, in order to let people know your point is serious and what you do is right, you have to give a humourous or a sacarstic joke about it to tell people your point...so am i confusing now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian day is coming, and I sense that we are very much doing a show according to what kind of audience we have. Obviously people like to put in serious(seem boring) to some people, but then they need to consider about the fact that people always accepting more funny stuff than serious long boring wans.....I like the South Asians funny skit, but also admire some serious idea we had in our South East Asian show....Hopefully it will be a good show..although its about efficiency at the moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12288011-116156145404772479?l=secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/feeds/116156145404772479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12288011&amp;postID=116156145404772479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156145404772479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12288011/posts/default/116156145404772479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretsforsharinglsj.blogspot.com/2006/10/humour-vs-serious.html' title='Humour vs Serious'/><author><name>C to the J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01470364976131196615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/53/6193559/17254094436651l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12288011.post-116108323377801269</id><published>2006-10-17T12:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T02:36:04.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>after another Project Week...</title><content type='html'>Yes, life goes on as my passion towards my PBL fading away, slowly....haha&lt;br /&gt;I think the picture tells thousand story of my Spanish cum Kayaking PBL, there's nothing to tell unless you ask who is that guy who hugs me or who is the one who wears the underwear running around.....i mean after you browse through my photo albums that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another busy week after the PBL, homework dues, practicing for the upcoming Asian day, and of course, getting more university interviews...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy because i got some good feedbacks from some of the universities, i just need to work on my personal statement now.Again, i try my best not to be bothered so much by this university thing......its painfully disturbing my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Extended Essay about Manglish worked pretty well and I handed in on time, without much complications, actually i'm amazed myself on how much words that i manage to put on just about Manglish!(4000) Its indeed a very interesting topic...One more thing to whine about its perhaps the STUPID PACKAGE THAT I HAVEN'T RECEIVE YET!!! IS IT STILL FLOATING ON THE PASIFIC OCEAN????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt abit funny, when i see admiration in other eyes as i could speak Spanish fairly fluently now....That's basiccally what you are supposed to learn out of the Spansih PBL!! still, i'm proud of my improvement...although i still get conjugations wrong ...but....STill...wuahahhhahahaha...the sense of acomplishment is big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anticipated for Economics is slightly raised by ONE MARK! hahaha....still...at least there's improvement...i hope to do better though...cause there's already some student in my class that has reached the top!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is just fantastic, i feel like i'm doing a project as an artist....That's what basically I need to focus on this year...to create a theme and just work on it....I finish my first project on 'HANDWRITING VS IDENTITY' ...as i have mention earlier..my theme is 'identity'...and that can be presented in a very broad way....my art teacher constantly praising me for my art skills.... Its something i have to receive whenever i feel bad in economics or maths:(....tracing my traits back to Chinese Caligraphy..Its fun to use chinese Brushes fooling around ..since nobody will understand your stroke...wuahhaha....and the brushes are definitely in fine quality! Hopefully i can present some pictures on Chinese Painting in my exhibition next year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are alot of parents coming from Denmark this week due to Mid Autumn Holiday....hmmm....wonder if my parents can come for my graduation?? &lt;br /&gt;Apparently its already 4 degree here(I'm still telling my friend its 15 degree celcius), but i just feel a little chillness without much cold!! Whoah...I'm a scandinavian now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my tummy seems to shrink after the kayaking trip....whoah....now my jeans are quite loose! 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