<?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-25911674</id><updated>2011-09-26T09:58:16.058+09:00</updated><title type='text'>[ e a s k ]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-9107675242474392014</id><published>2008-03-09T11:33:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:02:23.846+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock Shock Shock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, all malaysians had the most shocking news ever in Malaysia's history. And by 4am today, BN was declared to still be the government of Malaysia but failed to maintain the 2/3 majority seats in the parliment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I too was shocked! &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(of course!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's a new turnaround for the Malaysian government. I as a citizen of Malaysia who is also like everybody else hope for a better tomorrow. No matter what happen to Malaysia, I'm still proud to be a Malaysian. You can never find Malaysian food anywhere else! Seriously!!!! Anyway, I hope the government will change for us. Fight for us. Take care of us. Save us from any harm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also hope that all those bad stuffs, violent, kidnapping, killing, road bullies, snatches, theifs, etc which is happenning in Malaysia right now can be brushed away. And that starts with the LAW. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(which means the police and courts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Maybe something like what had happened in Singapore, the story of a boy who had been arrested for spitting chewing gum by the roadside, must at least happen ONCE in Malaysia to make people cautious that Malaysia is strict! To take a step for a change. Then those trouble makers would then be afraid of the LAW. Even if the forfeit for a small crime had the whole world questioned about it. But open up your eyes and look at Singapore. Such a bloody clean country compared to Malaysia. That's my hope for Malaysia in this new year. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(even though it's not very new anymore since it's already March right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*haha*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.Out'withHopesUpHigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-9107675242474392014?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/9107675242474392014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=9107675242474392014&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/9107675242474392014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/9107675242474392014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2008/03/shock-shock-shock.html' title='Shock Shock Shock!'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-1736333480768110094</id><published>2008-03-03T06:39:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T07:29:09.038+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawaddica 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First of all, I wanna say sorry for the late 2008 welcoming blog entry. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*blushed*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I know it's already March but hey! I took the initiative to still welcome the new year 2008. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*haha*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had been busy for the whole holidays. But have no idea at all what I had been doing everyday for the past holidays. As the Korean saying goes, &lt;em&gt;눈 깜빡깜빡 싸이에 세월이 지나갔다&lt;/em&gt; which means &lt;em&gt;"the times passes by &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(so fast)&lt;/span&gt; in a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(few)&lt;/span&gt; blink&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(s)&lt;/span&gt; of an&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(the)&lt;/span&gt; eye&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(s)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; and I absolutely believe that it's so seriously true~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It feels like our juniors came just yesterday, then here we have! our new juniors... batch 83 and by the end of this year, everybody from my batch are graduating. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(well, the 'everybody' will have to exclude haziq, robil, paklah, din, mira, bash, nad, juanlin, and suhuang)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My final year as a student &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(hopefully)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here in Korea, I greatly felt that we are going to depart from each other so soon, feels like it'll be tomorrow. A feeling so strong....... It always makes me wanna go out just hang out with them whenever I had the time, like all day, all night, 24/7 till the very moment we say goodbye. No. This isn't right. It should be &lt;em&gt;'See you soon'&lt;/em&gt;! So, yes! that's the reason which makes me a busy person the whole holidays. Again. Just as the saying goes, &lt;em&gt;'we never know/appreciate what we have until the moment we lost them'&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And well, that's that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, we had just ended the orientation for our nooby juniors. As I looked at them, I remembered the time when I was standing down there, looking up at all my seniors orientating us, my batch. I seriously hated all my seniors at that moment. Just that very moment. But now I'm thanking them for making me, molding me into a stronger and a more responsible &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(not much, but at least a lil', yes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person than I already am. With all the tense and pressure with tough times which is something negative back then, is a positive thing that is helping me a lot right now. But note that I didn't state that what all they did back then is something that's right and is something which is acceptable. I disapproved what they all did last time but I'm pretty &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(or should I say very)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; satisfied with the orientation done last year, also this year's. So SYABAS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More entry to come. Stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.Over'nOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-1736333480768110094?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/1736333480768110094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=1736333480768110094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/1736333480768110094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/1736333480768110094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2008/03/sawaddica-2008.html' title='Sawaddica 2008!'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-3227124313107979490</id><published>2007-06-12T23:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:05:20.147+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful Plastic pearl Neckless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, tomorrow is my probability final exam, the next day is microelectronics and the following is english, and environmental. And guess what I was doing today??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PART TIME&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I thought that I was pretty much daring huh??, to take up a part time job during exam period. Maybe some of you might think I'm "&lt;em&gt;money face&lt;/em&gt;", just like the how malaysian sayings goes~ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I was going through my friend's blog again today, and this story really touched me. So, I thought of sharing it with you guys~ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(girls as well of course, sorry cold joke~ *giggles*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One great morning, Angie's mom brought her to a RM2 shop. In that shop obviously everything is priced RM2. Mom told little Angie,"Girl, go see what you like". So little Angie excitedly went around to look around because that place is filled with mountains of things where suddenly something caught her eyes. It was a box, and inside it was a beautiful, plastic, pink, pearl necklace.Angie's eyes sparkled as she admire that beautiful plastic pearl necklace. Then she called, "Mommy, Mommy!! It's so beautiful!! I want this!!". Her mom came up to her smilling and told her, "Well Angie, your birthday is coming up next week. If you really want it everyday safe up 10 cents, at the end of 10 days you'll have RM1, then during your birthday your grandma is gonna give you RM1, then you'll have RM2 to buy the beautiful necklace that you so longed for".&lt;br /&gt;So Angie did what her mom told her to. She safe every penny and at her birthday she saved RM2. She was so happy. So mommy brought her to the RM2 shop to buy that beautiful plastic pearl necklace that Angie longed for so long. She wore her necklace proudly everyday to school, to play, to church, all except bathing time because mommy said that the pearls will turn green if it gets water. She really took great care of her beautiful plastic pearl necklace.&lt;br /&gt;Then her father came back from outstation and did his usual thing, read bed time stories for little Angie. So after reading, before daddy went out, daddy teased Angie and said, "Angie, do you love daddy?". Angie replied with her sweet voice, "Daddy, you know i love you so much what...". "Then give daddy your pearl necklace la...", said this naughty daddy. Holding her beautiful plastic pearl necklace tightly near her chest, she replied, "Cannot daddy, not my necklace. Take my Barbie Doll la, not my necklace please....". so daddy smiled and leave the room with a good night kiss on her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;Then the second nite after reading the bed time story to Angie, daddy teased her again, "Angie, you love daddy or not?". Angie said, "Daddy you know i love you...". "Then give me your necklace la.". "Cannot," said Angie, "Take my Big Patrick dog, but please not my necklace...". Daddy then left the room with a smile again and a good night kiss.&lt;br /&gt;On the next night, dad didn't forget to go see Angie to read her her bed time story. She he went into her room, in amazement he found her sitting by her bed with her head down, looking sad. As a father he was very concern and went right away to her. Before he could reach her, little Angie lift up her little hand. It seems that her hand was holding on to something. Daddy asked, "Angie, my sweetie, is everything OK?". Angie then answer and said, "Daddy, i love you.", then she open up her hands. Daddy was moved as she was actually holding her beautiful precious plastic pearl necklace. "Daddy, this is for you, i wanted to show you how much i love you.", Angie said with a soft and sad voice.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy took the necklace from her hands, sat down beside her, and reached for his back pocket. He took a velvet box out and gave it to Angie and said, "I love you too.". When Angie open it up, inside was a necklace, a pearl necklace, a precious priceless genuine pearl necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The moral of the story&lt;/u&gt;: Just like our father, He will exchange what's precious in our life with better, greater things. Just like little Angie exchanged her precios beautiful plastic pearl necklace out of love with her father's priceless genuine pearl necklace.&lt;br /&gt;Lay for yourself treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy it, and where thief do no break in to steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cool doesn't it? I love it~ *heh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yea, I was supposed to write an entry for my Hari Muhibah which I handled this year~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a sooperb fantastic job. And I wanna thank everyone, those who have helped and gave their support because without them, nothing's gonna work~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loads of thanks again~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-3227124313107979490?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/3227124313107979490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=3227124313107979490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/3227124313107979490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/3227124313107979490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/06/beautiful-plastic-pearl-neckless.html' title='A beautiful Plastic pearl Neckless'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-2543280769142258904</id><published>2007-05-24T00:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:48:39.841+09:00</updated><title type='text'>spaces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was looking through frienster.com like usual, then I came across my ol' friend's blog and I saw this artical she found somewhere. I think it's rather interesting and I think it's kinda true. So this'll be my blog entry for today. Here you go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Every woman knows a man needs his space. However, sometimes when you are in love with a man it's hard to give him space. You want to spend as much time as you can with him. When he's not around, you feel lonely. While a man may understand this, and you may tell him, he will still want to spend time with himself. Some men may not give a woman their space and want to spend all their time with her. So, how do you solve this problem? First, establish a day or days when you and your man can have space for yourself. Second, established a day or days when you two will do things together. This way every week there is time for each other as well as for other things. Plus, it gives you something to look forward too when your week is tiring and busy. Everyone needs space and time for themselves. When men don't get it, they usually take it. And when that happens, there is usually a woman who is being neglected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After reading it again, I think it's VERY true~!! ^^* And maybe I'll try being a lil considerate after I've completed my degree. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well, cause now both of us have the whOle day to have our private time. He's away in Ulsan and I'm stuck here in Seoul. Not really stuck though, I love it here in Seoul. Maybe city life is my kinda life I wanna live. ^^* &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*grrrins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.spaceOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-2543280769142258904?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/2543280769142258904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=2543280769142258904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/2543280769142258904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/2543280769142258904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/05/spaces.html' title='spaces'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-7157757000897355993</id><published>2007-05-14T23:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T02:03:50.431+09:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in a life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waking up at 11 in the morning on a school holiday is JUST an unacceptable thing right?? Like I mean... you're suppose to wake up late on a school holiday!! Because we students always wake up early for classes during schooling days and why the h*** should we wake up early on a holiday?? Right?? Well, we must pampered our body a lil bit and let them rest more on a holiday; sleeping till noon. That's the favor I always do for my poor body; I let them rest more on holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, the same thing goes for this morning. I decided to let my mind and body rest a lil bit more, I continued sleeping. But an annoying phone call woke me up at 1pm. I just hate phone calls or anything that bothers my sleep. They will initially make me sleep for another 24hrs &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(just like what Wicit told me last night. Looks like we have something in common huh Wicit?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Neways, I answered the phone, I never kept myself away from answering phone calls except if I'm in the middle of class lessons or something important. It's 1 something I remembered and like what I've said earlier applies here. Something just bothered my SLEEP!! So, I continued sleeping... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*zzzz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the phone call, later I realize that my old phone have an incoming sms. What an annoyance!!! I should have cut-off that line and sell that away not long after I've made an temporary cut-off line thingy. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*annoyed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Instead of taking a look at the phone, what I did was I just covered myself under my thick-lovely-lil comforter and doozzed off for another like 2 hrs??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, awaken by the vibration of that stupid phone &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(and since it's already 3.30pm!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I lazily dragged myself up from bed and clear the shit dubu had done in front of the toilet every morning. Seeing Jane right in front of the toilet waiting to use the washroom, I again lazily dragged myself out from the toilet and decided to take a look at who's the stupid sender of the stupid sms that vibrated my phone whole morning &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(a lil exaggerate maybe *giggles*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Written in the message box was &lt;strong&gt;"정제명 교수님 연구실입니다^^ 금일 면담학생은 지정된시간에~늦지 않게 오시기 바랍니다"&lt;/strong&gt; which means &lt;strong&gt;"This is Sir JongJaeMyeong's Lecturer Experiment Lab. Please do not be late for today's appointment which had been arranged. ^^"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh SHIT!! The appointment!!! Mine's at 3.40pm!!! And the time now is 3.35pm!! I rush my lazy skinny ass to school &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(after changing my clothes and brushed my teeth of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Going through that lil steel door that connects the residences' houses and the university, run all the way to that human-breath-eating rock stairs. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*puffpuff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I tell you!! hah! That stairs' just like a huge vampire. The difference is that it doesn't suck your blood. BUT by just taking your breath and strength away is enough to kill you. Your heart just went weak right before you can reach the top. We called it &lt;strong&gt;"tangga maut"&lt;/strong&gt; which means &lt;strong&gt;"stairs of the dead"(?)&lt;/strong&gt;. Back to the story, imagine. I'm running from the bottom to the top. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*puffpuff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I was already half dead. Then, there's another slope towards the parking lot. Luckily I was able to catch a lil breath when I was strolling &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(not exactly strolling, a faster walking speed to be precise)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; down the parking lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EngiNEERing center is not NEAR at all!! It's the furthest building away compared to all the engiNEERing buildings we got here in Hanyang. Going up towards the 7th floor - 별관 which also means star building(?) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; releases all my stress and tensions. This was worst than a marathon race. Most important of all, this is the WORST holiday I've got!! Why would they set the appointment thing during a school holiday. Realize that it's an &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; holiday. ㅡ.ㅡ;;; not holiday&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*drools*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another embarrassing moment at the school's convenient shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embarrassment&lt;/strong&gt; : I was walking home after the appointment with my lecturer and entered a convenient shop on the way. Then I saw one of my seniors. While greeting him, I graped myself a box of yogurt drink &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(sounds like a healthy person aren't I?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, then I tore it open half way when my senior pointed at my drink. I wondered and look at it, realising that I hadn't pay for it yet, I walked towards the counter. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*bury head in the ground*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Humiliating. That's the word that describes that situation best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comfort'ment&lt;/strong&gt; : Well, actually I was talking to my senior at that moment. So without me realising, I tore it open. It's not that weird to do that you know cause my mind was somewhere else. And tearing open the yogurt drink is just a normal effect when u got something in your hand. Moreover, I just ran all my way to the laboratory so I was panting and tired and thirsty. It's &lt;strong&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/strong&gt; a natural thing to do if you got drinks in your hand. So, overall it's not very humiliating after all. ^^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.helloWorld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-7157757000897355993?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/7157757000897355993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=7157757000897355993&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/7157757000897355993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/7157757000897355993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-in-life.html' title='a day in a life'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-8127205706064138150</id><published>2007-05-02T20:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:50:06.515+09:00</updated><title type='text'>dump? no dump?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was going through my friend's blog and I came across this. I thought that it is kinda really true. So, I just wanna share this with all of you, especially you girls. It is said that this is an artical taken from Yahoo! cool huh? So, here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This won't come as news to women:&lt;/strong&gt; Men aren't all that good about breaking up. Sometimes a man will half-heartedly try ("things just aren't clicking"). Sometimes a man will force you to make the first move ("well, if you think things aren't working out then"). Sometimes a man will stew in a bad relationship for years before actually having the guts to break it off. Why? For lots of reasons -- one of them being that many men, even if they don't like the relationship anymore, don't want to be immortalized (to you and all your friends) as The Bad Guy. Not an excuse, but it's what men tend to do. When you consider a recent national survey showing 21 percent of men say they're on the lookout for a better relationship while they're in a relationship -- then it's all the more important that women know the signs of a guy who's looking for the exit before he's even in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dump-worthy: He ignores&lt;br /&gt;Not dump-worthy: He doesn't listen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference. The way I see it, the guy who doesn't listen is the guy who spaces out on TV when a woman is asking if he liked that night's chili. A guy who doesn't listen is a guy who forgets to cap the toothpaste despite the fact he's been told 12 times in the last six days. Annoying? Sure. Deal-breakers? No. On the other hand, a guy who ignores is the kind of guy who always puts himself first by ignoring the things that are important to you-like chronically forgetting an anniversary or birthday, or not asking how a doctor's appointment went, or choosing his golf game over her family get-together. Once in a while may be fine, but when it happens all the time, it means that his priorities don't include you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dump-worthy: He has two cell phones (one of which you didn't know about)&lt;br /&gt;Not dump-worthy: He won't tell you his password&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if I had the surefire formula for catching a cheater, I'd be using 100-dollar bills as napkins. While cheating is, in many cases, the obvious relationship-ender, the trickier issue is gathering up the signs that a guy is indeed borrowing sugar from the neighbor. I will tell you this: A guy who's protecting his e-mail password isn't necessarily cheating; he just thinks that there still should be some semblance of his privacy (plus, he's not too keen on you seeing the internet photos his co-worker buddy may have sent over). But when a guy hasn't told you about an extra cell phone, it's a pretty likely sign that there's somebody calling it who darn well shouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dump-worthy: He won't apologize&lt;br /&gt;Not dump-worthy: He goes silent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who clams up during a fight or a discussion isn't necessarily just trying to make you mad (though some are). He's thinking, he's debating, and he's being cautious about what he says -- because he knows you're listening (and perhaps ready to pounce on his arguments). A guy will eventually open up, if you can give the issue some time to settle down, or even approach him in a setting where he's more comfortable talking (like the car). The real power play comes not from the silent treatment, but from a man who can't utter a "sorry"; that's not only a sign of stubbornness, but a sign he's not ready to give any ground. If he's not willing to show a little weakness early in the relationship, chances are it'll only grow worse as the relationship grows -- if it even gets that far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.dumpingOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-8127205706064138150?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/8127205706064138150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=8127205706064138150&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/8127205706064138150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/8127205706064138150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/05/dump-no-dump.html' title='dump? no dump?'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-8672839551628615873</id><published>2007-04-27T22:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T03:32:44.322+09:00</updated><title type='text'>lampi birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rkn55UpkhKI/AAAAAAAAARY/q1q5Ovt7rRw/s1600-h/jane+(4)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064854019145761954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rkn55UpkhKI/AAAAAAAAARY/q1q5Ovt7rRw/s400/jane+(4)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; jane and her birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rkn56EpkhLI/AAAAAAAAARg/yBCYPvurr4Y/s1600-h/jane+(9)+copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064854032030663858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rkn56EpkhLI/AAAAAAAAARg/yBCYPvurr4Y/s400/jane+(9)+copy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the hot and spicy couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy birthday to jane. My sooper lampi housemate. But now she's less lampi already cause she had passed on her ke'lampi'an to the rest of us leaving her with lil electron of lampi'ness. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*giggles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Please don't pass on the lampi electron to us. Thanks~ ^^*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.lampiOut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-8672839551628615873?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/8672839551628615873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=8672839551628615873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/8672839551628615873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/8672839551628615873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/05/lampi-birthday.html' title='lampi birthday'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rkn55UpkhKI/AAAAAAAAARY/q1q5Ovt7rRw/s72-c/jane+(4)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-3670150215783639655</id><published>2007-04-22T22:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T02:30:05.045+09:00</updated><title type='text'>auld lang syne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rknp60pkhCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3Pn4nrtQ2Bk/s1600-h/%EC%83%81%EC%9B%90%EC%9D%B4+(12)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064836452729521186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rknp60pkhCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3Pn4nrtQ2Bk/s400/%EC%83%81%EC%9B%90%EC%9D%B4+(12)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sangwon leaving for military service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rknp60pkhDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GGdtcPPsflA/s1600-h/%EC%83%81%EC%9B%90%EC%9D%B4+(11)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064836452729521202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rknp60pkhDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GGdtcPPsflA/s400/%EC%83%81%EC%9B%90%EC%9D%B4+(11)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; wicit windu him?? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rknp7EpkhEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ntt8dCd6avc/s1600-h/%EC%83%81%EC%9B%90%EC%9D%B4+(2)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064836457024488514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rknp7EpkhEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ntt8dCd6avc/s400/%EC%83%81%EC%9B%90%EC%9D%B4+(2)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a group photo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;오상아, 군대 잘 갔다 와. 니가 갔다 오면 울 다 말레이샤에 갔을 걸? ㅋㅋ 암튼 군대 가서 튼튼하고 씩씩한 남자 되어라. 믿을 만한 남자도 되구. 잘 해줘서 고마웠고 수고했어.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.sangwonOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-3670150215783639655?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/3670150215783639655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=3670150215783639655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/3670150215783639655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/3670150215783639655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/05/auld-lang-syne.html' title='auld lang syne'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rknp60pkhCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3Pn4nrtQ2Bk/s72-c/%EC%83%81%EC%9B%90%EC%9D%B4+(12)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-2339340436806628403</id><published>2007-04-22T19:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:16:38.679+09:00</updated><title type='text'>frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should have listen to what the fella said, "Don't enter this house". Well, if we took the money and change to another house, we won't probably get the same amount of money to enter a new house with 3 rooms. Privacy is what we need most. That's why we choose to stick with this house. Moreover, it's near to school. We don't have to walk long distance and ache our precious legs to get to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After staying for nearly 2months now. This house gives nothing but problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We first enter the house &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*huh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(trying to imagine what we've gone through with annoyance~!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .. like entering a hotel, the bed was there, rice was cooked waiting to serve, chairs, tv, shoes, guest of the house; cockroaches, and us~ Practically everything was there~! like there's still someone &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(some&lt;strong&gt;many&lt;/strong&gt;ones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; living there. We clean and we scrub and we throw like we never did. Then at last it was more like a new house, without the bed and clothes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(There're still 3 big set of study tables and chairs and fans though, in the living room. And we had live with that for like 2weeks before the juniors took it away. Our house was like a store room back then.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we moved in, we thought the problems ends here, but it DOES NOT~! Well, the electric, gas, and water bill came, all summed up = 19man won = rm700. We thought it's ok. We'll get the money from the juniors once they paid up for the study tables. So we just wait - it's been more than a month now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few days back, my roommate received a phone call from some weird-bahasa-malaysia-speaking korean. He said that skylife &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(a tv channel which the senior registered using his name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bill had 2 months of tunggakkan~!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(sorry I couldn't remember what is it called in english)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So, we called one of the seniors, he plead us to continue the contract since it left only a few more months to go. Or else they will have to pay the fee for breaking their 3 years contract. We at first were unwilling, but later were fine with it, since there's only a few more months left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When my roommate contacted the korean back, he said there's another &lt;strong&gt;1 and a half years&lt;/strong&gt; to go! Do you think it's appropriate to lie to us? Well, maybe he did not lie, he just wasn't sure maybe, so we asked our friends if they would want the channel since they watch football games and stuffs; and they accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, we called the another senior again &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(not the same one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. He said he and the other senior had discussed. They said if there aren't enough money to cover the bills and the plastic bags &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(in Korea if you were to throw rubbish, you havta buy this special plastic bags to throw them. And a different one for food)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, then they have to &lt;strong&gt;SELL&lt;/strong&gt; the refrigerator, tv and washing machine to US!! What do they mean by &lt;strong&gt;sell&lt;/strong&gt;? They got the refrigerator &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; from the house owner, the washing machine was &lt;strong&gt;spoiled&lt;/strong&gt;, we sent it to repair, and now they want to &lt;strong&gt;sell THEM&lt;/strong&gt; to US?? This IS &lt;strong&gt;RIDICULOUS&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First, they leave the whole house to us (everything! from bed, clothes to rubbish!), then they plead us to continue some tv channel they use to watch football which they claim to have just another half a year to go but actually it's another 1 and a half more year to go! Then now, they gave some spoiled and free machine to us then wanted to sell them to us?? What is this?? They don't have money?? So do we~! Do we looked like some rich bitches self-sponsored to Korea? One of my roommates and I have been living a life as a daughter of a single-parent for more than 10years &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(well, my mom can be count as a single parent since she doesn't always have my pa by her side all her life. She takes care of everything, all 3 of us without the help from my pa. It's not my pa's fault she have to handle everything. She didn't blame him. So you all, outsider don't havta question this matter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Do you think &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are much more worst than us? or the other way round?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're so through with this - all fed up~!! So irresponsible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.damnRidiculuos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-2339340436806628403?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/2339340436806628403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=2339340436806628403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/2339340436806628403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/2339340436806628403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/04/frustration.html' title='frustration'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-3984571298499328331</id><published>2007-04-21T23:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T03:30:32.546+09:00</updated><title type='text'>jun's birthday is in april</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rkn33kpkhII/AAAAAAAAARI/m9mrBxa_KOo/s1600-h/jun+(3)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064851790057735298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rkn33kpkhII/AAAAAAAAARI/m9mrBxa_KOo/s400/jun+(3)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; jun and her birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rkn330pkhJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/PgThFFpZmwo/s1600-h/jun+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064851794352702610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rkn330pkhJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/PgThFFpZmwo/s400/jun+(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; jun and her birthday presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want too~~ ㅠㅠ But got a really &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; birthday present from lianseng ^^* My &lt;strong&gt;nintendo ds&lt;/strong&gt;!!! It's white and it's covered with silicon clothing&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; (not bra or breast. Sorry for the excessive vocabulary I used)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*gringrin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.birthdayOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-3984571298499328331?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/3984571298499328331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=3984571298499328331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/3984571298499328331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/3984571298499328331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/04/jun-and-her-birthday-cake-jun-and-her.html' title='jun&apos;s birthday is in april'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rkn33kpkhII/AAAAAAAAARI/m9mrBxa_KOo/s72-c/jun+(3)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-7722752347946673191</id><published>2007-04-19T23:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T03:08:19.600+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I call myself; me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rknud0pkhFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Pfm4pH0GNpE/s1600-h/%EB%AA%85%EB%8F%99+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064841452071453778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rknud0pkhFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Pfm4pH0GNpE/s400/%EB%AA%85%EB%8F%99+(19).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; me at myeongdong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RknueEpkhGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Whn2DyajdUw/s1600-h/me+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064841456366421090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RknueEpkhGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Whn2DyajdUw/s400/me+(11).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a pic of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RknueEpkhHI/AAAAAAAAARA/W83JfvENH-0/s1600-h/me+(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064841456366421106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RknueEpkhHI/AAAAAAAAARA/W83JfvENH-0/s400/me+(16).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; another pic of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was out whole day at myeongdong. It's been a long time since I last went there. Then suddenly I found myself getting a credit card for myself. That's what usually happen when I folllow a group of girls out for a day. I never know what I'll do if I follow them. I never know what I'll DO! Here's a few cases which happened without me realising when I was out with someone; anyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; first handphone when I was accompanying aileen to buy hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; second hp when I was accompanying isaac to buy his first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; a bag when I was accompanying chiauyih to have her hair cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; clothes, clothes, and clothes when I was accompanying my friends out for shopping &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(my intention was really to accompanying them but I ended up shopping myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; a credit card when I was accompanying the 4 muskerteers to apply for credit card so that they can use it during their trip to europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What the... I always ended up doing riduculous thing when I was accompanying my friends. But I'm proud to say that I'm happy with all those stuffs I did. ^^* &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*gringrin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I never regreted them~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.meOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-7722752347946673191?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/7722752347946673191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=7722752347946673191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/7722752347946673191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/7722752347946673191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-called-myself-me.html' title='I call myself; me'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rknud0pkhFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Pfm4pH0GNpE/s72-c/%EB%AA%85%EB%8F%99+(19).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-5432586676702131532</id><published>2007-04-09T18:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:38:39.526+09:00</updated><title type='text'>ages ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt like it's been ages since I last blog. Sorry for not updating my blog and my photo album doesn't move either. haha. Have been so busy all these days going to school, extra classes, homework, assignments, projects, fuh~ I think I'm going to collapse any moment now~!!&lt;br /&gt;Neway I am very happy these few days~ hehe... cause I've get myself a new laptop~!! It's my first laptop you see, not new, but it's my FIRST~!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RhoXCeqCB_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/-7f5pGEzxvU/s1600-h/4044340925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051375263405967346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RhoXCeqCB_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/-7f5pGEzxvU/s200/4044340925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RhoKy-qCB8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/NiUm5hyNDKk/s1600-h/1014jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051361802978461634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RhoKy-qCB8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/NiUm5hyNDKk/s400/1014jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was restless so many nights before I could make up my mind on which one must I buy. I had a few in mind.... actually came to think of it, I had MANY in mind. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*haha*&lt;/span&gt; Some were, LG Z1-A2007 or P2007, IBM Renovo x60, Dell M1210, Toshiba M500 and many of it's same kind with lcd range from 11" to 13.3" wide &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(when I mean many means really A LOT~)&lt;/span&gt;. Right on the night before The-Day, I've narrowed it down to only 2, which is LG A2007 / P2007 and IBM Renovo x60, and for just an in-case I kept HP 1014 with me and off me go to Yongsan the next morning. I dragged along haokai my friend as well. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then after looking and searching A2007 is mostly out of stock and were replaced by P2007 which is not really my choice due to its LAN thingy, and Renovo are all &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(for Renovo x60, there were like more than 5 models because it's updated and modified several times and are with different 기능 {{ sorry I don't know what is it called in english. opps ㅡ.ㅡ;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; out of stock and the only one model left aren't wide screen'ed and are still using the little red dot thingy to move the mouse pointer around &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(which I have no idea what is it called. I think it's like a tool they use a decade ago. no offence)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, I am just 'gatal' like I always do, curious on how is it like, so I asked for HP 1014 which I knew I wouldn't be buying it because it's using AMD instead of INTEL, and from what I heard, it got heaten up very fast, which is not a good point. But I fell in love with it the moment I saw it, well not really fell in love, just fell in-admire, and it have got much more 기능 compared to LG &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(which I was about to buy already)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the same price! HP have got webcam, mic, thumbprint security device, DVD writer, remote con, touch screen and most important of all it's a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TABLET PC&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*haha*&lt;/span&gt; and with the same price I can only get a LG with just a normal well INTEL'ed, speaker, usb port, wireless tool, DVD combo &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(minus the write, just read)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, duo core, and what else do LG have? and all that, HP have all that as well. So, if you were me, which one will you choose? The HP 1014 right??!! and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love it. No regrets! ^^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.hp1014Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-5432586676702131532?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/5432586676702131532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=5432586676702131532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/5432586676702131532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/5432586676702131532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/04/thousand-years-ago.html' title='ages ago'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RhoXCeqCB_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/-7f5pGEzxvU/s72-c/4044340925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-5503824785623500733</id><published>2007-03-17T03:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:42:19.994+09:00</updated><title type='text'>finally a peace of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally I can relax down a lil bit. I know I haven't been writing my blog since a month ago?? I guess... haha. sorry for that. During that time, many a thing happened. I'll talk about it one by one over here right now. So, here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;transferableCredit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;February the 26th : an orientation was held for us foreign students, both transfer credits and new registration students. And the following day, we havta do the subjects registration thingy on the internet and classes started after that very moment &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(because the other korean students had started their classes that week already)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; But due to our moving house thingy, we skipped that week's classes. Orientation for our batch 67's juniors is part of the reasons too. haha. OK, now back to the story. Back on the orientation day, the girl who was incharged of giving us all those information about our department, clearly stated that we'll be doing all our transferring thingy on the 5th, because the slip will only be available at that time. So, fine. We waited as the mechanical and chemistry department already informed the students about the ABEEK thingy; how it works and so on. Then, the BIG 5 arrived, so we went to the office to get our slip. We stayed there for like 10 minutes discussing and a call came in and we FINALLY found out that our department have NO DEAN!!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(dean = the head of department. I have no idea what does the initials stands for)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. That clerk-girl who all this while already knew about that thing didnt tell us about this SMALL thingy but instead she kept on saying he/she hadn't arrived yet. So now, that position is empty. As in nobody's working as a DEAN in my department~!! Great, just great.... So when are we supposed to do our credits transferring thingy?? According to her, wait till she contact kkhyai &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(a friend of mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. OK, that's just cool with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;theNomad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;March the 1st : woke up early in the morning in my own dear room; 302, getting all ready to make some real last-minute-packing-thingy, I then headed to 305 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(the room I spent my entire 3months-winter holiday in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and move all those stuffs to the ground floor &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(with the help of some guys both from my batch and junior batch of course. I can't possibly do it all by myself *giggles* thanks you guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as our booked lorry's gonna arrived at 12noon. I stopped and looked at my watch. It's 15 minutes past 11. gosh! We'd been moving our stuffs since 9 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(it's taking so long because the juniors were moving in and we were moving out and that officetel has only ONE elevator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and there're still study tables and beds left to be carried down stairs~!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*ring ring*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; My phone rang and I pick it up of course. It's my-house-to-be owner on the other side of the phone. He was like, "&lt;strong&gt;Where are you?", "Be there right away, sir!"&lt;/strong&gt;, I said. haha. With my unshowered-soaked-in-sweat-stinky-body, I graped my furry sweater and off to my new home to meet the house owner. Well, if you don't know, it takes about an hour subway ride from my college-home to my university-home, which is the house I'm currently staying in now. After getting down from the subway, I ran to catch a bus. I was SO EXTREMELY UNfortunate that I saw that only bus going to my new home just left! Then my phone rang again. This time the owner went, "&lt;strong&gt;WHERE are you?? WHY are you taking so long??&lt;/strong&gt;". I was like, "&lt;strong&gt;Sorry sir. I'm waiting for bus. Will try to get there as fast as possible, sir&lt;/strong&gt;". Then he said, "&lt;strong&gt;OK, BE FAST!"&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*gosh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; How can I say such a sentence?? If the bus isn't coming, how am I suppose to get there as fast as possible?? What an idiot I am. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*bury head in hands*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But somehow I manage to get there to see him, but he told me to go inside the house and stay inside till he get back. He's going for a lunch it seems. I'm hungry too! Do you not know, sir?? I stayed inside the house for quite a period then as if it was a punishment for me for reaching late, I was then listening to the owner's lecture on how dirty the house is and how irresponsible the seniors are. There's a saying I heard from somewhere which I think it suits this situation A LOT! I think it goes like this, "&lt;em&gt;Who keeps on talking while no one's listening?&lt;/em&gt;" and the answer is "&lt;em&gt;teacher&lt;/em&gt;". haha. In this case, it's my house owner~!! A few moment later the lorry with our stuffs reached and we moved all those stuffs into the house. And a million thanks to all, those who helped~ A BIG thank You again. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*muaks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ABEEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;March the 5th : No DEAN means no transferring credits. No transferring credits means NO credits transferred. So, how are we going to arrange our timetable and the subjects we're supposed to take?? Oh well, we just went on taking the subject we never heard or seen before. So, the problem ends here. Means, we went on studying engineering subjects without knowing what's ABEEK and not taking ABEEK. Do you know how big the problem is for an engineer not taking ABEEK? This is what I heard from my friend, she went, "&lt;strong&gt;My bro said that usually in non-governmental companies, they only see the subjects you took. The cert is nothing&lt;/strong&gt;". And with that, I couldn't be more or less bother about that idiot ABEEK thingy. So, I'll be graduating as a Bachelor in Science Engineering, instead of Bachelor Science in Computer Electronics Engineering. What a sad story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;honourableDinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;March the 12th : an honourable dinner with our Timbalan Perdana Menteri Malaysia that night had been one of my very very proud event this year. With him coming to Korea after his visits to Japan, I finally get to see someone BIG and IMPORTANT this close for the first time. And guess what? I had got not one but TWO hand shakes with him. OK, I know I'm "over" &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(in korean, over means over-reacting in short)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for this. haha. But I'm very excited~!!! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And right on the following day, I saw this article in harakah which stated Malaysian students in Korea were forced to attend this so-called "forced dinner" with the TPM; which was accused by a Malaysian student who was doing his master degree here. It also stated that our secretary sent out a threat letter to all Malaysians students here on how the dinner must go and so on. For me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(and I guess the rest might have the same opinion as mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, all the reasons he gave, saying that we were forced to attend that dinner, is just how an actual formal dinner should be handled. To be specific, IT IS the rules of a formal dinner; no sensitive issues asked, arrived in time, and stand up when the BIG guest arrived. Isn't it a manner to respect the elders? What's the use of getting such high education when one don't even know the simple rule when you attend a formal dinner; or you should called it a common sense? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.relaxOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-5503824785623500733?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/5503824785623500733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=5503824785623500733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/5503824785623500733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/5503824785623500733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-peace-of-mind.html' title='finally a peace of mind'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-1991781646195556947</id><published>2007-02-11T23:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T00:39:22.154+09:00</updated><title type='text'>skyline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skyline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4MJPlwL4msc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4MJPlwL4msc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chotto dake kangasugichau mitai&lt;br /&gt;nemurenai heya no naka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isso mou yoru wo tobidashite mitai&lt;br /&gt;madobe ni tameiki ga ochiru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsukiakari wo nukete tooku made&lt;br /&gt;habataite mitai noni&lt;br /&gt;doushitara ii no darou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly well　I want to fly well&lt;br /&gt;tobikata wo shiranai dake...&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly well　I want to fly well&lt;br /&gt;dareka oshiete kuretara ii noni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitto mada shiranai koto bakari da yo&lt;br /&gt;TV(TEREBI) mo uso bakari de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amayadori no tochuu itsu made mo&lt;br /&gt;koushite wa irarenai&lt;br /&gt;zubunuretemo kamawanai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly well　I want to fly well&lt;br /&gt;tobikata wo shiru tame ni wa...&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly well　I want to fly well&lt;br /&gt;sora ni denakucha ikenai to skyline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANSU wo machikirenai&lt;br /&gt;onaji asa wo kurikaeshite&lt;br /&gt;ikutsu kazoeta darou egaite yuku skyline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tobikata wa shiranai yo&lt;br /&gt;toberu kamo wakaranai yo&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly well　I want to fly well&lt;br /&gt;dakedo yuku yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly well　I want to fly well&lt;br /&gt;tobikata wo shiru tame ni wa...&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly well　I want to fly well&lt;br /&gt;sora ni denakucha ikenai to skyline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;It's Happy Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBVvBU7kyd4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBVvBU7kyd4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbye Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ybNgn4UO9d8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ybNgn4UO9d8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.yuiOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-1991781646195556947?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/1991781646195556947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=1991781646195556947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/1991781646195556947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/1991781646195556947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/02/skyline-corichotto-dake-kangasugichau.html' title='skyline'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-932715231937600445</id><published>2007-02-06T15:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:55:11.112+09:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpectable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday night, I was out with my friends. He just got a holiday from his military school and he wanted to see us so badly so I went of course. Cause he did help us alot during his time in college with us and he is one of my best friends in school. Like usual, we went into hof for some drinks and chit-chat. Then like usual &lt;em&gt;(again)&lt;/em&gt;, the topic that attract everybody most was out in the air; couple and love. Then, we talked about one of our friends that is, also a very good friend of mine in school. He was the very first korean guy that I got really closed to and liked&lt;em&gt; (as in friend)&lt;/em&gt;, also a helpful guy. Well, the whole class I guess, or maybe only the malaysians and some of his 'family' &lt;em&gt;(korean people called their 'gang' as 'family')&lt;/em&gt; knew about he and the other girl's relationship, as in know-but-not-so-clear-but-kinda-knew kinda feeling. Cause noone actually know completely whether they are actually already a couple or just friends or I-dunno-what's-going-on. It really is complicated, I tell you. So, what I heard from my friends yesterday really gave me a big shock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean last time, he really is a good guy. I mean, who knows. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*gosh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Maybe I just see him the way I wanted to that's why I didn't realised it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From what I knew, the fella liked the girl, and of course, voo'ing a girl is not easy. She did get alot of gifts from the guy. But the girl couldn't accept the relationship cause of some reasons of course. And yet, the girl kept on sticking to him like a glue and from what I felt, the fella is really depressed. Cause you can imagine I guess. A guy liking this girl but she rejected, yet she still stick to this guy like somewhat... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*gosh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I don't know how put my words into sentence anymore. You can imagine right, how the guy would have felt? So, I really felt petty for the fella. The fella also told me that, maybe he's the only one liking her but she doesn't like him. And seeing him so depressed, I almost asked him to forget about the girl. But from what I heard last night, it's the other way round!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He told one of his 'family', who's kinda my 'family' too, that he doesn't really like the girl but the girl always stick to him and that he doesn't know what to do. But later, he heard from his roomate that his roomate saw the fella put his hand around the girl's shoulder in the bus, cause during his way going back home, they happened to get into the same bus. But that 'family' member of mine, choose to believe the fella rather than his roomate. And, the fella also told him that right after the holiday started, he'll live a life without contact. 연락끊고 살려고. He said this to all my classmates. And to his 'family', he said that if he doesn't receive any calls or if anyone couldn't contact him, that means that he's away, to his 'kampong'. But, that 'family' member of mine also told us that, he went to the fella's sis n bro's cyworld&lt;em&gt; (friendster kinda stuffs)&lt;/em&gt; to have a look and it looks like he went to the girl's home for a holiday. &lt;em&gt;(which in reality I do know that the fella DID went to the girl's home for a holiday)&lt;/em&gt; But, I couldn't opened my mouth. It might cause their friendship to shattered. Cause the 'family' member of mine choose to believe the fella rather than what he saw in the cyworld of the fella's sis n bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the main point I wanted to point out here is this. What's with a guy to go to such extreme that he lied to his best friends and us and about he liking the girl? Liking the girl isn't a sin right? Why must he lied that it's the girl that liked him and always sticking to him, when he first liked the girl and bought so much stuffs and voo'ed the girl? Telling this to his best friend but told me a different thing to me the next moment? Why must he lied to his best friend that he went to his 'kampong' instead of telling the truth that he went for a holiday with the girl &lt;em&gt;(and asking him to keep it as a secret if he's really depressed to make their relationship look like somewhat a top-secret) &lt;/em&gt;? And why must they keep their relationship like some top-secret when the whole world already knew and still denying it? And yet, his friends choose to believe in him. &lt;em&gt;(about him going back to his 'kampong' that is)&lt;/em&gt; What a good friends he had. And yet he treated them this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so disappointed with all his doings. I mean all this while I though that he's a good guy and all, like what I've already said at the very beginning of this post. But he's much more worst then shit. Even shit deserve a better place then he does. Excuse me for the-tiny-bit of extreme words I used. ok. I shall end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s : For those&lt;em&gt; (people related to this story of truth)&lt;/em&gt; who have read this, and wanted to sue me and hate me for what I've written, I wanted to tell something. It's my blog and I have the freedom to voice out what I felt. I'm a human, and I live like a human, with feelings that is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs7ImHqk-I/AAAAAAAAANo/h4Mtsg1epzQ/s1600-h/sumin+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029178427746980834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs7ImHqk-I/AAAAAAAAANo/h4Mtsg1epzQ/s320/sumin+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs7I2HqlAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/SFOfwsdt9o0/s1600-h/sumin+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029178432041948162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs7I2HqlAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/SFOfwsdt9o0/s320/sumin+(19).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the crazy ppl~  InChang ask me to do the hand thingy cz he say it looks cool (cz dey say I'm a guy, shouldn't be doing the peace thingy. It doesn't suits me it seems  ㅡ.ㅡ;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs7I2Hqk_I/AAAAAAAAANw/mxi645iIItA/s1600-h/sumin+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029178432041948146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs7I2Hqk_I/AAAAAAAAANw/mxi645iIItA/s320/sumin+(12).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs7JGHqlBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1hMVMqB5jhs/s1600-h/sumin+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029178436336915474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs7JGHqlBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1hMVMqB5jhs/s320/sumin+(13).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs7QGHqlDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6JcNacdblHw/s1600-h/sumin+(20).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029178556595999794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs7QGHqlDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6JcNacdblHw/s320/sumin+(20).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs7QGHqlEI/AAAAAAAAAOY/c1VQ44mw02Y/s1600-h/sumin+(49).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029178556595999810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs7QGHqlEI/AAAAAAAAAOY/c1VQ44mw02Y/s320/sumin+(49).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs7JGHqlCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/x6Ljj6qTu4E/s1600-h/sumin+(19)%E3%85%97.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029178436336915490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs7JGHqlCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/x6Ljj6qTu4E/s320/sumin+(19)%E3%85%97.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in japanese-restaurant-like-karaoke ^^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.disappointedOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-932715231937600445?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/932715231937600445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=932715231937600445&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/932715231937600445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/932715231937600445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/02/unexpect-able.html' title='unexpectable'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs7ImHqk-I/AAAAAAAAANo/h4Mtsg1epzQ/s72-c/sumin+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-3388459965727845465</id><published>2007-01-20T00:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T01:20:04.250+09:00</updated><title type='text'>avril's wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am very happy for Avril, my die-hard idol. She never gets me bored of her. Congrates on her wedding. I'm sooper late I know. haha. Sorry for that. But Avril I'll continue to support you~!! LOVE YA~!!! And oh yea... she's out with her new single; Keep Holding On. Check it out. It's currently top charted in the US. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Below, the buletin is adapted from &lt;a href="http://www.alavigne.us/information/wedding.php"&gt;http://www.alavigne.us/information/wedding.php&lt;/a&gt; .Let's see what happen on Avril and Deryck's wedding day and what Avril have got to say~ hehe *gringrin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/strong&gt; said looking back on her wedding day, &lt;strong&gt;" It was the biggest moment of my life."&lt;/strong&gt; It truly was. Avril had been dreaming about this day as a little girl and fulfilled her dreams when she wed fellow singer &lt;strong&gt;Deryck Whibley&lt;/strong&gt; of Sum 41 in a traditional wedding on &lt;strong&gt;July 15, 2006 in Montecito, CA&lt;/strong&gt; at the age of 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I almost started crying as soon as I started walking down the first set of stairs," &lt;/strong&gt;said Lavigne. &lt;strong&gt;"And I just told myself: You can't cry now, it's the beginning. So I had to hold it all in and I wanted to keep my composure. And I did."&lt;/strong&gt; In true Avril fashion, she was a "tough chick" but barely looked the part. She wore a stunning custom-made Vera Wang ivory strapless tissue organza gown with wrapped bodice and appliqu?lace beaded skirt and had a glow on her face. But I'm getting too ahead of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Avril's day started out with a relaxing massage. After that, she got her hair and make-up done. &lt;strong&gt;"I had junk food at the hotel, sandwiches and french fries,"&lt;/strong&gt; Lavigne recalled of her diet that day. &lt;strong&gt;"I didn't eat very much. I had a little. I had some tuna." &lt;/strong&gt;Finally, it came time to go to the estate where the wedding would be held. She arrived in the back of a vintage Rolls Royce and walked down the aisle in front of an intimate guest list of about 100 family and friends including her mother, father, sister, brother, and Deryck's mother and stepfather - oh, and the paparazzi, who were at the gates and hovering above the area in helicopters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Finally, the wedding was over. As they walked back up the aisle, guests tossed rose pedals at Mr. and Mrs. Whibley. They went for a walk around the estate where they read their vows to each other that they had written themselves and went to the wedding reception. While the wedding party enjoyed cocktails, Lavigne changed into a Vera Wang ivory strapless draped Chantilly lace gown for the dinner and reception, held inside a big tent decorated with red roses and other flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Guests enjoyed salmon, steak and ravioli or a selection of vegetarian options. The multi-layer wedding cake was half-chocolate, half-vanilla, reflecting the couple's different tastes. &lt;strong&gt;"It was huge, probably four tiers, maybe five, I didn't count,"&lt;/strong&gt; said Lavigne. &lt;strong&gt;"I fed myself and he fed himself, but we wrapped our arms around each other."&lt;/strong&gt; Lavigne revealed she was particularly moved by the best man's speech (Steve Jocz, Deryck's band mate). "&lt;strong&gt;He was talking about when Deryck first met me, the first day he told Steve that he was in love with me...and he just told some cute stories."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Whibley removed Lavigne's garter and tossed it into the crowd, where it was caught by one of his male friends. The newlyweds first dance was to 밒ris by The Goo Goo Dolls. &lt;strong&gt;"It's my favourite song in the world,"&lt;/strong&gt; Lavigne explained. &lt;strong&gt;"it's just a pretty ballad."&lt;/strong&gt; But the slow dance was awkward, she added. &lt;strong&gt;"We were on the dance floor hugging and stuff,"&lt;/strong&gt; said Lavigne. &lt;strong&gt;"We never really danced before. People don't really do that nowadays. The last time I really danced was at a school dance. I have danced at clubs with my friends, but as far as slow dancing goes, younger people don't go out and dance and stuff."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WEDDING GIFTS. Here's a picture of what the guests got from Avril and Deryck's wedding: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDokcuZZsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mzGA08ExcD8/s1600-h/wedding4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021769297401833154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDokcuZZsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mzGA08ExcD8/s320/wedding4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDok8uZZtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-Lmqv0xYTWg/s1600-h/wedding5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021769305991767762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDok8uZZtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-Lmqv0xYTWg/s320/wedding5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;written:&lt;/u&gt; derick picked avril ; avril picked deryck ; AD &lt;em&gt;(means avril and deryck)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDpMMuZZvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Z6bxhHY7WtY/s1600-h/avril_lavigne_weds_deryck_whibley_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021769980301633266" style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="235" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDpMMuZZvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Z6bxhHY7WtY/s320/avril_lavigne_weds_deryck_whibley_1.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDpMcuZZyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AbRSpvmIpbc/s1600-h/avril_lavigne_weds_deryck_whibley_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021769984596600610" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDpMcuZZyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AbRSpvmIpbc/s320/avril_lavigne_weds_deryck_whibley_6.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDpMMuZZuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/735QmVQNKlc/s1600-h/avril_lavigne36_44c0bdc0f394f.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021769980301633250" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="303" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDpMMuZZuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/735QmVQNKlc/s320/avril_lavigne36_44c0bdc0f394f.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDpMMuZZwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mrY-924G4KU/s1600-h/avril_lavigne_weds_deryck_whibley7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021769980301633282" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="303" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDpMMuZZwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mrY-924G4KU/s320/avril_lavigne_weds_deryck_whibley7.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDpMcuZZxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gG1UEwUKJV0/s1600-h/avril_lavigne_weds_deryck_whibley_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021769984596600594" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="303" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDpMcuZZxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gG1UEwUKJV0/s320/avril_lavigne_weds_deryck_whibley_5.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDqb8uZZzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MLbDRN9DOXA/s1600-h/avril_lavigne_weds_deryck_whibley_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021771350396200754" style="WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDqb8uZZzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MLbDRN9DOXA/s320/avril_lavigne_weds_deryck_whibley_8.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDqcMuZZ1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/CDpno5qTjJ4/s1600-h/avril_lavigne_weds_deryck_whibley_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021771354691168082" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="249" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDqcMuZZ1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/CDpno5qTjJ4/s320/avril_lavigne_weds_deryck_whibley_10.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;her wedding car.. so cute rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDqcMuZZ0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/EvgmvHrj0DE/s1600-h/avril_lavigne_weds_deryck_whibley_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021771354691168066" style="CURSOR: hand" height="328" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDqcMuZZ0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/EvgmvHrj0DE/s320/avril_lavigne_weds_deryck_whibley_9.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDqcMuZZ2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/gUEthmqoOTg/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021771354691168098" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="260" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDqcMuZZ2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/gUEthmqoOTg/s320/untitled1.bmp" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.rockOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-3388459965727845465?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/3388459965727845465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=3388459965727845465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/3388459965727845465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/3388459965727845465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/01/avrils-wedding.html' title='avril&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbDokcuZZsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mzGA08ExcD8/s72-c/wedding4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-28076703709180319</id><published>2007-01-18T14:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T00:11:50.942+09:00</updated><title type='text'>nanta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night was superb. My seniors and I went for a live performance called '&lt;strong&gt;nanta&lt;/strong&gt;'. It's a group of humans playing music. Well, that sounds so-not-cool right? But let me finished what I'm about to say. It sure is a group of homo-sapiens playing music alright. But they use kitchen stuffs such as knifes, chopping board, oven, etc... the cookery stuffs la~ haha. ok. Let me describe what happen from the beginning to the finale. But first let me introduce their characters. There's 5 people in this group; manager, chef, sexy guy, female, nephew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The plot? They started out the performance with 4 of them&lt;em&gt;(without the manager)&lt;/em&gt;, wearing korean traditional village wear and does looks creepy with their serious faces and the dim lighting from the candle&lt;em&gt;(only!&lt;/em&gt;). After performing some musics using plates&lt;em&gt;(or should I say 'mangkuk'?)&lt;/em&gt; and some chopsticks&lt;em&gt;(with them sitting down of course, or else they won't look that creepy. haha.)&lt;/em&gt;, they suddenly ended the song with them turning off the lights and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*poof*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; they suddenly jump out from nowhere and singing and jumping around and hitting the cookery stuffs and the lighting is now somewhat like disco? haha. It was fun. Then, this is when the manager came in with an order from the customer. They havta prepare dinner for a wedding couple and they havta complete by 5pm~! But by the time they got the offer it was already 2 or 3pm~! So it's a story about them rushing their way to get things ready for the wedding dinner. As they just started their busy schedule, this is where the nephew of the manager came in and mess up everything. For the rest of the story? Come and watch them yourself~!! They do tour around the world doing performance. It was a 2 to 3 hrs' live performance~! Don't miss it if they're around you~ Make sure you all watch them. Cause I guaranty that it's worth it~! REALLY! Look! I am promoting for them already. How come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I tell you one thing~!! The nephew is super cute and all~ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*gosh *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I think for the whole show, I was practically looking at the nephew only~!! And more, he don't only looked cute, he acted very cute as well~!! Well, of course he havta act cute &lt;em&gt;(as in budget cute&lt;/em&gt;) cause it's his character. He havta BE cute! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And guess what? By the end of the show, we gotta get some signatures from them and took some photos too~!! At first, I just wanted to stand beside him when we took the photos cause we took group photos that is. Then there's a korean girl, she took a solo photo with him~!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*gosh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'm super jeles. Then my senior went, "&lt;strong&gt;Ni yeh chi na ken tha la" &lt;em&gt;(you oso go take with him la)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Then, I was like, "&lt;strong&gt;yau meh? paiseh la." &lt;em&gt;(really meh? embarrassing la)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(which I wanted desperately actually.haha.)&lt;/em&gt; I know I'm over-reacting ok? You don't havta tell me that. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*blushed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; haha. Then I REALLY went~! and of course I stand beside him &lt;em&gt;(and it was a group photo ㅡ.ㅡ;;)&lt;/em&gt;. But it was ok, as long as he's beside me. haha. Then the girl who was helping me to take the photo asked me to stand in the middle!! Then I was like~!! "NOOOOOO!!! I DON"T WANT TO!!!!!!" &lt;em&gt;(ok, I didn't say that ok? It was just in my mind) &lt;/em&gt;I just said this, simple, plain and understand-able, &lt;strong&gt;"여기요" &lt;em&gt;(here please)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (with me pointing to my right; that's where he stood. And onemore thing, I'm out of words actually. I have no idea what I wanted to say and I just blutted out that word.)&lt;/em&gt; haha~! ok. I'm sorry again. I think I really am GATAL~!! Then, the funniest part, that is the other 4 members were so pissed off, they walked away from the photo place. They acted of course. It was cute. Especially the girl. She first, stand beside the nephew with her arms folded then she make this disgusted face and walked away smilling at me. hehe. She was cute. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(oh. I forgot to say that, actually there's noone left to take photo with them. That's why I stepped out, hoping to get a solo photo with him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then, I was so sorry and so ashamed of myself that I almost wanted to cry when I'm heading home. Maybe I really did make them pissed off. I mean REALLY. ㅠㅠ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*sobsob* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I felt so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And here's some photos I took. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs1cGHqkzI/AAAAAAAAALM/P4W4gbaSiBM/s1600-h/IMG_3514.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029172165684663090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs1cGHqkzI/AAAAAAAAALM/P4W4gbaSiBM/s320/IMG_3514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs1d2Hqk0I/AAAAAAAAALU/0g1KusCU0AM/s1600-h/IMG_3518.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029172195749434178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs1d2Hqk0I/AAAAAAAAALU/0g1KusCU0AM/s320/IMG_3518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs1eGHqk2I/AAAAAAAAALk/LVJpc63h3NE/s1600-h/IMG_3520.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029172200044401506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs1eGHqk2I/AAAAAAAAALk/LVJpc63h3NE/s320/IMG_3520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs1d2Hqk1I/AAAAAAAAALc/3XDFhPE3zgs/s1600-h/IMG_3519.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029172195749434194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs1d2Hqk1I/AAAAAAAAALc/3XDFhPE3zgs/s320/IMG_3519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs3H2Hqk4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/snxThH3BmnI/s1600-h/IMG_3522.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029174016815567746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs3H2Hqk4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/snxThH3BmnI/s320/IMG_3522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs3H2Hqk3I/AAAAAAAAALs/YT2omV78q34/s1600-h/IMG_3521.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029174016815567730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs3H2Hqk3I/AAAAAAAAALs/YT2omV78q34/s320/IMG_3521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs1b2HqkyI/AAAAAAAAALE/56qD9AfE-uk/s1600-h/IMG_3513.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029172161389695778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs1b2HqkyI/AAAAAAAAALE/56qD9AfE-uk/s320/IMG_3513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs3H2Hqk5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/oucak6SIYBQ/s1600-h/IMG_3529.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029174016815567762" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="227" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs3H2Hqk5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/oucak6SIYBQ/s320/IMG_3529.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs3IGHqk6I/AAAAAAAAAME/xRweMLr4MZ8/s1600-h/IMG_3530.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029174021110535074" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="235" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs3IGHqk6I/AAAAAAAAAME/xRweMLr4MZ8/s320/IMG_3530.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;plot for nanta performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs3IGHqk7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/EwftZHSJM_M/s1600-h/IMG_3534.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029174021110535090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs3IGHqk7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/EwftZHSJM_M/s320/IMG_3534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs4IWHqk8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/8H8ciJgEPs4/s1600-h/IMG_3535.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029175124917130178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs4IWHqk8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/8H8ciJgEPs4/s320/IMG_3535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;group photos : I was trying to stand bside him but at last ended up in front of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs4ImHqk9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/2CrBabTKlQY/s1600-h/IMG_3536.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029175129212097490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs4ImHqk9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/2CrBabTKlQY/s320/IMG_3536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my solo photo with the nephew~ hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.nantaOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-28076703709180319?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/28076703709180319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=28076703709180319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/28076703709180319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/28076703709180319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/02/nanta.html' title='nanta'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rcs1cGHqkzI/AAAAAAAAALM/P4W4gbaSiBM/s72-c/IMG_3514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-4009265025766982939</id><published>2007-01-17T15:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:47:42.788+09:00</updated><title type='text'>tapping with a hammer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was reading thru blogs in friendster when I came across this one. It was written by lookkhoon, my senior. And I think this is really really important for us because many of us doesn't know where to make an effort in our lives. We often waste our efforts in tiny, useless stuffs where else we should be placing them at where it's most important. OK. Get over the nonsence and this is how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ever heard the story of the giant ship engine that failed? The ship’s owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure out how to fix the engine. Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a youngster. He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom. Two of the ship’s owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag and pulled put a small hammer. He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life. He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed! A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for ten thousand dollars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;What?!&lt;/strong&gt;” the owners exclaimed. “&lt;strong&gt;He hardly did anything!&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So they wrote the old man a note saying, “&lt;strong&gt;Please send us an itemized bill.&lt;/strong&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The man sent a bill that read:&lt;br /&gt;Tapping with a hammer …………………… $ 2.00&lt;br /&gt;Knowing where to tap ……………………… $ 9998.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort in your life makes all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.effortOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-4009265025766982939?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/4009265025766982939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=4009265025766982939&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/4009265025766982939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/4009265025766982939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-reading-thru-blogs-in-friendster.html' title='tapping with a hammer'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-5402025628719576693</id><published>2007-01-14T14:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T02:41:49.372+09:00</updated><title type='text'>the model</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kkyai's&lt;/span&gt; friend came from Malaysia a few days ago and I followed them touring around Seoul these few days. Everyday's tour is like every normal tourist would do when they tour another country; taking photos, making poses, shouting here and there as if we're like orang utan which escape from a deep forest, first time entering the city, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till yesterday, we brought him to a hof nearby our house. Well, I was having my parttime job so I joined them a lil' late. It was pretty much like a normal hof; people drinking, playing games, eating, joking, chit-chatting, then it was around 12midnight when everthing turn upside-down. They started up by just taking pictures, acting as natural as they can be. &lt;em&gt;(They wanted to take "natural photo" but they were actually &lt;strong&gt;ACT&lt;/strong&gt;ing, how could that be natural if you were acting?? But somehow they did. And proud to say, I'm one of them too. ㅡ.ㅡ;;)&lt;/em&gt; OK. Back to the story. They were taking photos &lt;em&gt;*clickclick*&lt;/em&gt; here n there. Then I saw the dimped light from above me (at the ceiling of course), went under it and asked our beloved kenzie, the-fella-with-expensive-camera &lt;em&gt;(dslr)&lt;/em&gt;, to just snap a shot for me. (baget profesional la me. Got spotlight and props to accompany my photo. haha) Then he went, &lt;strong&gt;"wow, mei o~... dan shi ni de pose pu da mei. Kan pu tau..... blablabla&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(wow, nice~.... but your pose not really nice la. Kenot c .... blablabla [I can't really remmeber what he said but it sounds pretty much like that])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Suddenly, out of no where, kkhyai's friend appeared and said,&lt;strong&gt; "Lai lai lai... wo ye yau yi jjang~"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Come come come, I oso wanna take a shot~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Then, he started posing and kenzie took a snap. Me, not wanting to lose, haha, coming up with pose after pose and he was getting all excited &lt;em&gt;(actually we both were)&lt;/em&gt; and we took shot after shot &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*clickclick here clickclick there click here click there everywhere click click click*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then, it was time to go home. Feeling satisfied?? Yeah, I guess.... haha. And here's some of the result from my camera, &lt;strong&gt;Canon 700IS&lt;/strong&gt;. That's because I haven't receive from kenzie yet. *&lt;em&gt;giggles*&lt;/em&gt; Can't wait to see the photos taken by kenzie. hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD7t8uZZ7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-5E1yECC7Hs/s320/lepak+(27).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021790351331518386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD7t8uZZ7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-5E1yECC7Hs/s320/lepak+(27).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they're ACTing as if the picture is taken without them knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD7uMuZZ8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/40_-m0l7c5g/s1600-h/lepak+(48).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021790355626485698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD7uMuZZ8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/40_-m0l7c5g/s320/lepak+(48).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is a normal picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD7uMuZZ9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/tNpw6MF1UIM/s1600-h/lepak+(56).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021790355626485714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD7uMuZZ9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/tNpw6MF1UIM/s320/lepak+(56).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they're ACTing as if their picture was taken when they were trying to take a photo of themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD7uMuZZ-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/DsEiMaVY9Xs/s1600-h/lepak+(62).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021790355626485730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD7uMuZZ-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/DsEiMaVY9Xs/s320/lepak+(62).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they're ACTing as if their picture was taken when they were chit-chating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD7ucuZZ_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/yluwpvMh0HM/s1600-h/lepak+(66).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021790359921453042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD7ucuZZ_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/yluwpvMh0HM/s320/lepak+(66).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no comment on this photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD9YcuZaAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/D310pRphB2U/s1600-h/lepak+(76).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021792180987586562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD9YcuZaAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/D310pRphB2U/s320/lepak+(76).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they're ACTing again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD9YsuZaBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LBNKr8nOdsA/s1600-h/lepak+(78).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021792185282553874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD9YsuZaBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LBNKr8nOdsA/s320/lepak+(78).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;posing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD9YsuZaCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WoLk5CRaWZc/s1600-h/lepak+(85).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021792185282553890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD9YsuZaCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WoLk5CRaWZc/s320/lepak+(85).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;posing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD9YsuZaDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/adejKKmOGEk/s1600-h/lepak+(91).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021792185282553906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD9YsuZaDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/adejKKmOGEk/s320/lepak+(91).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;posing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD9Y8uZaEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/um3hKe1sSH0/s1600-h/lepak+(99).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021792189577521218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD9Y8uZaEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/um3hKe1sSH0/s320/lepak+(99).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;posing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbEALMuZaFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kzCE64rrwMk/s1600-h/lepak+(97).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021795251889203282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbEALMuZaFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kzCE64rrwMk/s320/lepak+(97).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;posing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbEALMuZaGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CT_AFbpIozA/s1600-h/lepak+(83).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021795251889203298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbEALMuZaGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CT_AFbpIozA/s320/lepak+(83).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some nonsence we did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.clickOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-5402025628719576693?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/5402025628719576693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=5402025628719576693&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/5402025628719576693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/5402025628719576693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/01/model.html' title='the model'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RbD7t8uZZ7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-5E1yECC7Hs/s72-c/lepak+(27).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-1247126283213371280</id><published>2007-01-06T23:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:45:57.809+09:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd snooowweeeyyyyy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wake up tired, Saturday mornings suck.&lt;br /&gt;It's way too early to catch a bus.&lt;br /&gt;Why conform without a fuss?&lt;br /&gt;Snowwey, Snowwey, yeah~.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make lil snow man. Woo~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahah. It's a snowwey snowwey Saturday morning~!! But like usual you see. I woke up at 12.30 in the afternoon. Morning is never my first, middle or even last name. OK. Back to the story. Being waken up by a phone call from the father of my tuition kids, it's seriously quite annoying. &lt;em&gt;*click*&lt;/em&gt; Turning off the phone and returning to my dreamland is what I most wanted to do after answering some nonsence questions from that fella &lt;em&gt;(actually I can't really remember what he asked).&lt;/em&gt; As I was about to dozed off in that kinda-sort-of-weirdly-cold-"morning", I suddenly heard my senior came into the room shouting, &lt;strong&gt;"wai main you hen tua shue, o~" (there's a lot of snow outside o~)&lt;/strong&gt; Then I went, &lt;strong&gt;"huh?? sii arr?? na ni???" (huh? yea arr?? where???)&lt;/strong&gt;, without a second thought I jumped out of bed&lt;em&gt; (forgeting about my most wanted wish; my beauty sleep)&lt;/em&gt;, and ran towards the window. Then another senior went, &lt;strong&gt;"kuai tian wo men chi zuo snow man~!" (faster, we go make snow man~)&lt;/strong&gt; And the whole house is like a pasar the next minute. haha. &lt;em&gt;(actaully I was spending the nite over at my senior's house after a whole night "wet"ing over at their place after celebrating one of my senior's birthday. [ps: wet in chinese = lepak in malay = loiter in english])&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking in the sooper dooper cold weather with cold, freezing wind blowing towards your face, not to mention the slippery-and-already-dirtied-ground which we were stepping, trying to control our balance, and make our way, step by step to my seniors' university. I tell you, it seriously-really IS NOT an easy one you know. &lt;em&gt;*with serious face expression*&lt;/em&gt; And on our way, we saw this cutie. ^^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RatxrsuZZoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/82ToLM_QicM/s320/snow+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020231205188626050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RatxrsuZZoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/82ToLM_QicM/s320/snow+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, here's the product of our heart-determined-hard-to-forget-trip-to-school-to-make-snowman's SNOWMAN. &lt;em&gt;*grin grin*&lt;/em&gt; hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RatxrMuZZnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XNrtfijuoRw/s320/snow+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020231196598691442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RatxrMuZZnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XNrtfijuoRw/s320/snow+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Ratxr8uZZpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kkX_M65txMQ/s320/snow+(39).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020231209483593362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Ratxr8uZZpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kkX_M65txMQ/s320/snow+(39).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RatxsMuZZqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DBT4Ral3Au0/s320/snow+(55).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020231213778560674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RatxsMuZZqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DBT4Ral3Au0/s320/snow+(55).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was photographing, pekfang from the other side throwing snow at me. Not really throwing, the wind was strong you see, she just picked up the snow and let it be blown towards me. Then when it was her turn, I'm the photographer and karen was the snow-scene-maker. Then, this is what happened~ hahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rat1QcuZZrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/M5DO_oik9As/s400/snow+(45)re.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020235135083701938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/Rat1QcuZZrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/M5DO_oik9As/s400/snow+(45)re.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.freeZedOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-1247126283213371280?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/1247126283213371280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=1247126283213371280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/1247126283213371280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/1247126283213371280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/01/2nd-snooowweeeyyyyy.html' title='2nd snooowweeeyyyyy~'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RatxrsuZZoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/82ToLM_QicM/s72-c/snow+(7).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-7286473904422840647</id><published>2007-01-01T19:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T16:54:47.891+09:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since last week, everyday is a party-party-day for me and the gang of friends from Japan, of course. They're here for their a-must-enjoy-winter-break and we, the-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;keh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;poh&lt;/span&gt;-gang are sacrificing all of our precious time &lt;em&gt;(over reacting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;, well... maybe "a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;" TOO much. *giggles*)&lt;/em&gt; accompanying them touring, round Korea. &lt;em&gt;(Seoul only actually) *giggles more*&lt;/em&gt; And we're practically having party, gathering and stuffs almost every night which cause them to think that this is our life style as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;malaysian&lt;/span&gt; student here in Korea. &lt;em&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/em&gt; This sure is fun if everyday of my life is spent only on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;partying&lt;/span&gt; and gathering and eating and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jollying&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;fuh&lt;/span&gt;~ the list goes on.... But I sometimes do think that if I were to have to go through everyday of my life on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;repetitive&lt;/span&gt; schedule, I might killed myself cause I can't handle the boredom of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;repetition&lt;/span&gt;~ Well, it's just a "IF". I won't kill myself as I am always waiting for tomorrow, for we never know what tomorrow has to offer. That's what excites me~ ^^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: actually the fellas from Japan, they're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;malaysian&lt;/span&gt; people who are currently studying in Japan as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;JPA&lt;/span&gt; scholars, just like me. Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;japanese&lt;/span&gt;~! But I do have A &lt;em&gt;(main point; a=one)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;japanese&lt;/span&gt; friend, a guy. He IS so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kawaii&lt;/span&gt; that he always gotten bullied by my juniors. Well, and of course from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Junqi&lt;/span&gt; too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. And guess what? He never fights back or say a "no". &lt;em&gt;*eyes gotten bigger*&lt;/em&gt; A big thank you for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kkhyai&lt;/span&gt; for introducing him to us. &lt;em&gt;*applause*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next chapter, actually I'm here now to talk about how I spent my new year eve but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;partying&lt;/span&gt; stuffs just gotten out of controlled and I over talked on it. OK. Gathering starts at 6pm and like usual, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;malaysians&lt;/span&gt; always reached "ON" time. So, the buying and cooking and stuffs starts practically at about 7pm. &lt;em&gt;(Before we, me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kenji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cheau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;yih&lt;/span&gt; reach, our beloved junior named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;khay&lt;/span&gt; inn is already there at 4pm because she feared that we might reached early and there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; there to open the door for us (it's winter, you see) which is A BIG MISTAKE~!! Then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;yuichi&lt;/span&gt; reached there at 6pm right on the dot! But guess what? The heater's not working, so both of them cooked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt; and of course they drank it to keep them warm. While the rest, including me that is, reached 30~45&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; after 6).&lt;/em&gt; Then, I cooked my curry while the rest prepared stuffs which will be thrown into the rice-pot-steamboat. I guess everything settled by 8pm then we all dug in and work our best to fill our tummies to the fullest~! &lt;em&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;burp'ed&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. We do played games after that, then we made "tang yuan" &lt;em&gt;(I know it's over already but we made it for the sake of the meaning; &lt;strong&gt;eat it for long life&lt;/strong&gt;??)&lt;/em&gt; and I need not say what we did next. EAT again~! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. And chit chat a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; while, then eat, then chat, then &lt;strong&gt;EAT &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(main point-start)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; THEN, there we are! The highlights for tonight~! THE COUNTDOWN~!! &lt;strong&gt;"10 - 9 - 8 - 7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1 , HAPPY NEW YEAR~!"&lt;/strong&gt; We started shouting on top of our lungs and jumping and running and hugging each other and......&lt;em&gt; *dizzy*&lt;/em&gt; Then suddenly, the door was knocked. &lt;em&gt;*knock knock knock*&lt;/em&gt; , we all paused a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; while. When I was walking to go get the door, someone whispered, &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ajumma&lt;/span&gt; come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;marah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;adee&lt;/span&gt;. We too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;bising&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/strong&gt; Then, both of my legs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;froze&lt;/span&gt; a while, not dared to move a muscle and we looked at each other. &lt;em&gt;(Afraid of getting the door and got scolded by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ajumma&lt;/span&gt; la)&lt;/em&gt; Then, there goes again. &lt;em&gt;*knock knock knock*&lt;/em&gt; At last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kenji&lt;/span&gt; went and get it. I was peeping from the living room when suddenly I heard&lt;strong&gt; "HAPPY NEW YEAR"&lt;/strong&gt; and saw a pair of hands swung into the air and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt; face, familiar-looking from behind the half-opened door. Then, the rest jumped out and we shouted back &lt;strong&gt;"HAPPY NEW YEAR~!!!"&lt;/strong&gt; to our beloved, long awaited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kkhyai&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;*grin grin*&lt;/em&gt; It takes quite a while for us to settled down then we continued on &lt;strong&gt;EATING&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(main point-end)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; asking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kkhyai&lt;/span&gt; to stuff in everything what we can't finished earlier. Then chit chat, chit chat and chit chat, started out with what we treasured most in the year 2006, which was last year &lt;em&gt;(which in reality, it's just a few minutes back!)&lt;/em&gt;. Later, we don't know what else to do, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kenzie&lt;/span&gt; suddenly took out his expensive camera &lt;em&gt;(a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dslr&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; and we started taking weird photos with weird and funny and stupid faces. And most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;spastic&lt;/span&gt; of all, all of our acts and poses have got something to do with animals~! We have elephants, mouses, cows, rabbits, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;blablabla&lt;/span&gt;... Then we have talent show, doing stuffs which we think not many people can do, such as doing acrobatics acts using hands, legs and body. We really looked like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;spastic&lt;/span&gt;-over-grown-babies. &lt;em&gt;*throw up*&lt;/em&gt; GAWD! We all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;KO'ed&lt;/span&gt; at about 4 or 5 in the morning, &lt;strong&gt;Jan the 1st 2007&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I think you all must have been bored reading this long no-where-to-go blog. The pictures just explain it all. Have a nice look~! ^^* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Purpose of main point&lt;/strong&gt; - This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;concludes&lt;/span&gt; how lucky we are because people like us live a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;prosperous&lt;/span&gt; life by just eating from the year before till this year. Aren't we lucky? *giggles*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;새해 복 많이 많이 받으3~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-7286473904422840647?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/7286473904422840647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=7286473904422840647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/7286473904422840647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/7286473904422840647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/01/since-last-week-everyday-is-party-party.html' title='the day after tomorrow'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-2807110697932480094</id><published>2006-12-26T16:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T02:00:05.269+09:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk9S0lWg7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3XevvV75UQ0/s1600-h/christmas+(107).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015107053616006066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk9S0lWg7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3XevvV75UQ0/s400/christmas+(107).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; christmas is all about the christmas tree and the presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk9S0lWg8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_dCZd-O6b_A/s1600-h/christmas+(120).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015107053616006082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk9S0lWg8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_dCZd-O6b_A/s400/christmas+(120).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;christmas is also about santa and his sleigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk9TElWg9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/uznkIChIDKE/s1600-h/christmas+(122).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015107057910973394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk9TElWg9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/uznkIChIDKE/s400/christmas+(122).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and the happy people around the world~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;merry christmas everyone~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-2807110697932480094?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/2807110697932480094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=2807110697932480094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/2807110697932480094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/2807110697932480094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-after-christmas.html' title='christmas day'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk9S0lWg7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3XevvV75UQ0/s72-c/christmas+(107).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-5547134905213244276</id><published>2006-12-25T14:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:54:47.391+09:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas cell-a-bration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk6dklWg6I/AAAAAAAAADs/cYlb2t0kMKU/s1600-h/christmas+(86).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015103939764716450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk6dklWg6I/AAAAAAAAADs/cYlb2t0kMKU/s400/christmas+(86).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;christmas is about His glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZkTRklWgvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7INP8lcMoM4/s1600-h/christmas+-+kenzie+(30).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015060852652802802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZkTRklWgvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7INP8lcMoM4/s400/christmas+-+kenzie+(30).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;christmas is about His grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZkTSklWgwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A3jdVE_shNc/s1600-h/christmas+-+kenzie+(38).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015060869832672002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZkTSklWgwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A3jdVE_shNc/s400/christmas+-+kenzie+(38).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; christmas is a gift our Father from Heaven gave us~&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk6dElWg2I/AAAAAAAAADM/Xp8bMMuM2cs/s400/christmas+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015103931174781794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk6dElWg2I/AAAAAAAAADM/Xp8bMMuM2cs/s400/christmas+(12).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;may you all be blessed during this special christmas~&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk6dUlWg3I/AAAAAAAAADU/9vQCu-BLLVQ/s400/christmas+(44).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015103935469749106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk6dUlWg3I/AAAAAAAAADU/9vQCu-BLLVQ/s400/christmas+(44).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love ya all~merry christmas&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk6dUlWg4I/AAAAAAAAADc/EVYabIEczJc/s400/christmas+(53).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015103935469749122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk6dUlWg4I/AAAAAAAAADc/EVYabIEczJc/s400/christmas+(53).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♡&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk6dUlWg5I/AAAAAAAAADk/2kOpIW_59u4/s400/christmas+(78).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015103935469749138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk6dUlWg5I/AAAAAAAAADk/2kOpIW_59u4/s400/christmas+(78).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-5547134905213244276?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/5547134905213244276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=5547134905213244276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/5547134905213244276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/5547134905213244276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-cell-bration.html' title='christmas cell-a-bration'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RZk6dklWg6I/AAAAAAAAADs/cYlb2t0kMKU/s72-c/christmas+(86).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-2876010888190487942</id><published>2006-12-22T03:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T05:05:26.018+09:00</updated><title type='text'>bianca ryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dV8IE_vtTq8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dV8IE_vtTq8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;why couldn't it be christmas everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by BIANCA RYAN&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found this christmas video, thanks to my friend; sulyn that I got to know this lovely-lil-just-turned-12-years-old girl. I repeat, JUST TURNED &lt;strong&gt;12 (TWELVE),&lt;/strong&gt; repeat~ &lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt;!! She's not even a teenage YET! *eyesOpenedWide* gosh~! Her voice is &lt;b&gt;SUPERB~!&lt;/b&gt; And this is how she start her career as a singer/entertainer &lt;strong&gt;just 3 months&lt;/strong&gt; ago!! in a reality show in the US.&lt;br /&gt;Here, watch this~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ioFOw28HwbE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ioFOw28HwbE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;and I'm telling you I'm not going&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well soo... , this is how she got it~&lt;br /&gt;Good luck girl~ And believe it or not she's out with her very first album already~~&lt;br /&gt;titled &lt;b&gt;BIANCA RYAN&lt;/b&gt; ; which's her name. Also, check out her other songs &lt;em&gt;(not all originally sung by her though; meaning re-sing by her)&lt;/em&gt; titled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Awake&lt;br /&gt;Pray For A Better Day&lt;br /&gt;Dream in Color&lt;br /&gt;Pure &amp;amp; Simple&lt;br /&gt;The Rose&lt;br /&gt;I wish that&lt;br /&gt;I will&lt;br /&gt;A piece of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(not very nice though)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;LOVE YA~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.peaceOut~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-2876010888190487942?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/2876010888190487942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=2876010888190487942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/2876010888190487942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/2876010888190487942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-superb.html' title='bianca ryan'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-6640638655404667386</id><published>2006-12-18T12:19:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:48:07.744+09:00</updated><title type='text'>warmth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was reading bulletins in friendster when I came across this so-undescribable-story and it really touched my heart. I think I should share it with all of you. And I also think that quite a number of you might have already read this story before in forwarded mails or so. So, here it goes.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're down to nothing, God is up to something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room.&lt;br /&gt;She said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"How is my littleboy ? Is he going to be all right ? When can I see him ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The surgeon said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sally said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why do little children get cancer ? Doesn't God care anymore? Where were you, God, when my son needed you ?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The surgeon asked, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Would you like some time alone with your son ? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Would you likea lock of his hair ?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the nurse asked.&lt;br /&gt;Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut alock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.&lt;br /&gt;The mother said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It was Jimmy's ideato donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I said no at first,but Jimmy said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;She went on, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter.&lt;br /&gt;The letter said , &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you,just 'cause I'm not around to say&lt;/strong&gt; "I Love You". &lt;strong&gt;I will always love you,Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD ! And guess what,Mom ? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom ? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him&lt;/strong&gt; 'Where was He when I needed him ?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children."&lt;strong&gt; Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool ? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery ! How about that ?&lt;br /&gt;Signed with Love from God, Jesus &amp; Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am greatly moved by this story. But it doesn't mean anything if I didn't take actions right? So, I've done mine part. What about yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.with love&amp;amp;hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-6640638655404667386?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/6640638655404667386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=6640638655404667386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/6640638655404667386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/6640638655404667386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2006/12/warmth.html' title='warmth'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-6277748392413250401</id><published>2006-12-17T21:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T04:30:41.412+09:00</updated><title type='text'>snoooweeeeey~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RYrflZRgHWI/AAAAAAAAABc/GCQyRCezRdo/s400/IMG_2963.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011063368935546210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RYrflZRgHWI/AAAAAAAAABc/GCQyRCezRdo/s400/IMG_2963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tanya ; that's me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RYrcQZRgHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LKH0iQ4Glx4/s400/IMG_2966.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011059709623409970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RYrcQZRgHTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LKH0iQ4Glx4/s400/IMG_2966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RYrcVpRgHUI/AAAAAAAAABA/S3baLc3FHZQ/s400/IMG_2967.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011059799817723202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RYrcVpRgHUI/AAAAAAAAABA/S3baLc3FHZQ/s400/IMG_2967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thinking of something? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.coolOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-6277748392413250401?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/6277748392413250401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=6277748392413250401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/6277748392413250401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/6277748392413250401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2006/12/snooowyng.html' title='snoooweeeeey~~~'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RYrflZRgHWI/AAAAAAAAABc/GCQyRCezRdo/s72-c/IMG_2963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-8935516918501051871</id><published>2006-12-12T11:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T03:32:00.762+09:00</updated><title type='text'>haywired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teacher went out station to work today. I'm handling this nursing stuffs all alone, by myself. *proud* I think i handle it quite well but of course there's some stuffs I can't help laughing at; myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is how the story goes. There's this girl-student came in ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; : 예, 어떠케 오셨어욤? &lt;em&gt;(Yes, may I help you?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;student&lt;/b&gt; : &lt;strong&gt;소화제&lt;/strong&gt; 주시겠어요?&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(Can I have digestant?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : 아,예... &lt;em&gt;(Oh, ok)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then my hands quickily reached for the sterilized-pengepit and wanted to dig something out from the anti-septic bottle when I realise she isn't coming near to me to get her &lt;strong&gt;burn&lt;/strong&gt;ing treatment. Then, when I was about to asked her to show me her burned skin I asked this instead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : 아까 모라고 하셨져? 어디가 아프신거에요? &lt;em&gt;(Can you repeat what you've said? Which part is hurt?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;student &lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;소화제&lt;/strong&gt; 달라구요. &lt;em&gt;(I've asked for digestant.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(She must have thought that I'm a weird person ㅡ.ㅡ;; Trying to treat her digestion problem with a sterilized-holder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : 소화제요? 무슨 말인지 못알아듣겠어요. &lt;em&gt;(Fire-extinguisher? I don't really get what you mean.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;student &lt;/strong&gt;: 소화제. 그니까, 소화 안 되는거. &lt;em&gt;(digestant. digestion problem.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaa.... Now I get it! *good grief* Whatelse? I quickly get the medicine and hand it over to her and asked her to fill in her name, school registration number and the department she's in. For your information, &lt;strong&gt;소화제&lt;/strong&gt; (so hwa jae) in korean shares the same spelling for the meaning &lt;strong&gt;fire-extinguisher&lt;/strong&gt; also &lt;strong&gt;digestant&lt;/strong&gt;. I know I'm stupid, you don't havta tell me that. I should have known that it's digestant right from the beginning but I thought that she got a burned &lt;em&gt;(somehow fire-extinguisher burned her?? haha. ok that was stupid)&lt;/em&gt; so, I wanted to treat her. *Gosh!* This is so embarassing man. ㅠㅠ~&lt;br /&gt;Others I guess isn;t this serious. But all over it as stupid. hwaitinG! I'll do fine with this by tomorrow. Wish me luck~ *lolz* &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011049212723338514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RYrStZRgHRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AUyq4JoXb1c/s200/work+(12).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh yea, last night I've reformated my dear computer till 4 in de morning and guess what? After installing all the programmes which's needed, I found out that my keyboard couldn't type korean!!! That is stupid!!! All my effort goes to waste just like that. Hopefully I wouldn't need to reformat again because of the stupid keyboard thingy, and hopefully it can be settled just by a few clicks away.&lt;br /&gt;Another to-be-tiring day for me, I guess. After work at 1 later, I'll be shifting my stuffs to my roomate-to-be's room around 2. But Jane wanted to move her stuffs first, so I can have the time to pack the left over stuffs like un-skrew-ing my bed and un-plug-ing my pc.&lt;em&gt; (Already imagining how tiring the job will be)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh YeA! Good news to me~!&lt;br /&gt;2 of my probs already solved.&lt;br /&gt;First, &lt;u&gt;the house problem&lt;/u&gt;. After meeting the senior last saturday, we called the owner of the house and he let us renew the rental agreement and will extent it to another 2 years. Then, the seniors will be shifting out by the end of Feb; meaning on the 28th. So, I neither have to wait till the end of March nor travel to and fro from school and home. And of course don't havta tumpang at my friends' hostel. *hiphip hooray!* Everything doesn't go like the way I've planned it, but it still went smoothly as it can be~ This is even better than the plan we've decided on. Only &lt;strong&gt;one hope&lt;/strong&gt; is left, after meeting the owner of the house&lt;em&gt; (which is my part because the rest have gone back to malaysia),&lt;/em&gt; hopefully hopefully HOPEFULLY, he doesn't say no after all that he had promised.&lt;br /&gt;Second, &lt;u&gt;dubu-the-maltese-pup&lt;/u&gt;. The owner told lianseng on Friday night that the fella who's going to enter their house, could wait till end of March next year. Which also means that, we don't havta worry where to put dubu cause lianseng still can take care of him till before he move to Ulsan; which is around the 20ties-th of Feb. Then, we can afford to place him at the pet shop for like a few days to a week till I get to move into the house in Hanyang; which is on the 28th! This is also like a thousand times BETTER than what we have planned originally!! *gringrin* ThANk GOD. Looks like my prayers had been answered. Man! This is more than being answered, it's a buy 1 + 10 free gifts~!! limited promotion!!! haha... Most importantly, I don't even havta buy anything to get that 10 free gifts! hahahah... I'm on the top of the world~! *yay!* haha.... enough enough.. too high already. K la. That's all for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.over&amp;amp;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-8935516918501051871?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/8935516918501051871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=8935516918501051871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/8935516918501051871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/8935516918501051871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2006/12/haywired.html' title='haywired'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RYrStZRgHRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AUyq4JoXb1c/s72-c/work+(12).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-1230263024186011228</id><published>2006-12-11T13:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T03:28:09.087+09:00</updated><title type='text'>pack up your bags and go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pack pack pack pack.... All I have been doing during the weekends is packing and unpacking and throwing and looking ... *fuh* What a tiring weekend for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be moving my stuffs into my roomate-to-be's room tomorrow. Everything at home now is in a HUGE mess. With my boxes around, luggage, unformated computer, and tons and tons of rubbish and unwanted-yet-TOO-sayang-to-throw-away clothes, is giving my roomate now a BIG headache, I guess. Plus, with her having exams this week, I was being so unconsiderate. For that, I wanna say, "&lt;strong&gt;Sooooo sooo soooo sorry basirah. I promise to clear it as soon as possible. Maybe by tonight, I'll move some of my boxes over to the other room first. Then you'll have more space to relax&lt;/strong&gt;." I mean if I were to be Basirah, I might have killed myself already. Cause I'll be taking exams next week! What the hell is this mess?? I need the house to be really clean so I can concentrate on my studies. As the house gets more complicated, my mind is a thousand times worst than complicated. It's proportional to tidiness. *annoyed at myself*&lt;br /&gt;So here, I really wanna &lt;strong&gt;THANK&lt;/strong&gt; bash for giving me the let-her-do-what-she-wants attitude to me. *touched*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011048070262037746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RYrRq5RgHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWAbCwnWnBg/s200/move+hse+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011048435334257922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RYrSAJRgHQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RWmIj-ZwCJU/s200/move+hse+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;erm.. till here for today. I'll go get my weekly bread for now; american's next top model season7 finale... hahahaha.... I wonder who will win. Well, I know the results are already out. But I wanna watch it for myself. Knowing earlier is not exciting at all right? I mean like there's nothing to enjoy, the excitement, the trivial, the climax, the mendebarkan's situation *dubdub dubdub dubdub* That's the most important thing right? hehe. K. I'm starting nonsence again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.caio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-1230263024186011228?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/1230263024186011228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=1230263024186011228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/1230263024186011228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/1230263024186011228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2006/12/pack-up-your-bags-and-go.html' title='pack up your bags and go'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Q8GCJSuFD0/RYrRq5RgHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWAbCwnWnBg/s72-c/move+hse+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-4406416325352004334</id><published>2006-12-07T10:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:33:13.592+09:00</updated><title type='text'>the ghost of me II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was thinking of trying to write my blog in korean... but guess what? I can't come out with any idea of what to write... I guess korean is rather harder than I thought. Well, I always think korean is very hard though. But this is like even harder than that... ok I'm starting to spit out rubbish... let's get to the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First 고민 - university life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I've always been very scard of hard tasks... Well, if it's not hard then it's not even near to a "task" right? I mean, like DongYang life have always been so relaxing and all. And I really enjoy it... up till now of course. Then, suddenly I felt huge depression because I'm scard that I might really sink, drown. Hearing all the seniors complainning about how hard uni life is and how many assignments that need to be done and how EVERYTHING's gonna be harder and it's very very very different from the life we have had before here in DongYang. Not to mention the subjects that we're suppose to take and all... erm.. maybe I'm just thinking too much. But after remembering what the seniors have always say, &lt;strong&gt;"Dalam sume sume 과(department) la kan... 전기(electrical) ngan 전자(electronic) la yg paling bz skali. Kira paling tough la."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(For your information, electronic and electronic aka E&amp;E is a separated department here in DongYang. We learn different subjects, use different textbook, do different projects because it's concentrated in their own major. Whereelse, E&amp;amp;E is like a huge field. You learn a little bit of everything. But basically, the things that are taught are about the same.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, this is what worries me most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second 고민 - house problem&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been staying in a so-called hostel (it's actually a one-room apartment which the school rent for us, malaysian students) ever since I entered DongYang. This the result from the seniors who took our house money to pay to the owner of their house which need one whole lumpsome of money for the contract of 2years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Another good-to-know information, here in Korea they have a few types of house rental -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;first&lt;/u&gt; it's called a key-money, well that's what we called it. 전세. Rental money is paid one whole big lumpsome range from 33thousandRM to a few hundred-thousandRM depending on the land value and house condition. If you are lucky, you might get into some "interesting" houses with really cheap price. You know what I mean.. hehe. Contract for 1 to a few years is then signed by both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;second,&lt;/u&gt; monthly paid rental. 월세. It is paid monthly and the price is also depending on the land value and house condition. But you need to pay a deposite money range from 33thousandRM to a hundreds-thousandRM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;third,&lt;/u&gt; also monthly paid room rental. Meals included. 하숙집(?). But in this case, you have to stay with either really old auntie and uncles or should I say grandmum grandpa?It's like being adopted by them. So, at home you need to sleep real early or shouldn't make any noise after 10pm or else you might end up getting some lectures from them. They're like your parents remember? You guys stay together. Oh, and if you don't get back home in time for meal. Say sorry to your tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;fourth,&lt;/u&gt; hostel-like-mini-apartment. I have forgotten what it's called in korean but you don't need to pay deposite for this type of house, or should I say room? hehe... meals are included but this depends on the owner of the mini-apartment. Each floor consist of ONE bathroom and ONE kitchen and each mini-room is like your store room. Maybe your house store room might be bigger than this mini-room. Study table and bed are provided.There's a few more types but I'm not really sure of it. So I'll just end here. ^^*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok... now the continuation for my second chapter of worries. Erm.. let's see. Ok. Then, now we (my to-be-roomates and I) already booked the house of the same senior which I have mentioned earlier. But, we can't get into the house till the end of March of next year which will really cause us problems as the place which we are staying right now is like an hour subway trip from here to the university. And worst, school will be starting on mid-Feb. Which means we have to travel to and fro from home and school for a month and a half! Imagine. It's like living in Alor Star and schooling in Penang. *gulp!* But this problem is already solved. We will be living together with other friends in the university hostel for that period of time. And now what is left is the stuffs! study tables, beds, cupboards, clothes, bags, computers, and all. Hopefully, there's enough space for us to put our stuffs in the house first before my other 2 to-be-roomates go back to Malaysia this 14th and 15th. Please please please. Please let everything runs smoothly as we planned; moving the stuffs into the house on the 13th. *placing hand together praying*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Third 고민 - dubu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Next. Dubu - my pet puppy. During the 1 and a half month tumpang-ing at friend's hostel, I have no idea where to place him. Cause first, lianseng is moving to Ulsan which is a 4 hours of bus ride from here; seoul. Second, as you all know, Muslims couldn't touch dogs. So, I obviously can't ask them for help. &lt;em&gt;(No harsh feelings ok? I'm just stating out the possiblities I can have to solve my problems. Sorry again if it does hurt some parties. *thousand apologies in advanced*)&lt;/em&gt; It's a secondary big problem for me. Then last night, suddenly lianseng said that they might have to move out soon which makes the problem even huge-er for me. how how how?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fourth 고민 - DSLR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been interested in this type of camera called DSLR and found this really interesting site runs by a profesional photographer, I guess, who tooks great pictures, I guess, for weddings, advertisements, posters etc. Sounds profesional right? And I think I really learn a lot from him. I have survey a few types of cameras and lens and come out with this. This my wishlist for now~ ^^ *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v690/eask/2006/interest/main.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v690/eask/2006/interest/main.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v690/eask/2006/interest/4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v690/eask/2006/interest/4.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v690/eask/2006/interest/4a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="340" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v690/eask/2006/interest/4a.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This the camera I want to buy. It's a model of &lt;strong&gt;Canon, 400D&lt;/strong&gt;. I think it's rather interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v690/eask/2006/interest/EF28-135mmF3.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v690/eask/2006/interest/EF28-135mmF3.gif" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And this the lens I'm interested in. It range from 28mm to 135mm. Also a model of Canon, EF 28-135mm F3.5-5.6 IS USM. It also come together with a stablelizer(?) and USM. I think I choose this lens basically because I can focused on little tiny objects to range wider than the human eyes; it's rather useful when I'm taking group photos with wide angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Good-to-know information corner, *grin* human eye is range from 50 to 55mm. While digital camera have smaller range due to it's fixed lens so it couldn't capture pictures like the human eyes can. That's why most of the time you could see the whole group of people or panorama view but it never fits the screen of the camera. This is when DSLR camera lens comes in handy. It's adjustable camera lens have variety of range which you can pick from as small as 18mm to as wide as a few hundreds mm. For more information click &lt;a href="http://www.all-things-photography.com/camera-lenses.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE&lt;/strong&gt;: The smaller the number (**mm) is, the wider the picture view. Means usually for panorama view or usually know as &lt;strong&gt;wide angle&lt;/strong&gt;. It goes the same for the bigger number, it can focused on further objects. That's called &lt;strong&gt;telephoto.&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all the worries I have for now. Hopefully everything turns out right. ^^* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;News :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Today is my first day working in the 학생상담실 (Sick-bay office) . That's why I could finally find a little time to update my blog. My job here is to attend any injured/sicked student who come to the sick-bay. And of course be teacher's secretary-like and nurse-to-be. But everytime I attend them, I'll finally end up calling teacher because I have no idea how to treat them. Well, I'm an engineer, not a nurse... hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Next. After receiving a 2 months holiday from being an english teacher. I finally found myself stuck with another pair of students. I don't know if the mother would like me teaching her daughter or not. But since it's near my house, then it might be a good one cause, first, it's winter and I'm so freaking lazy to move around, and second, I'm a lazy but skinny pig. Haha. Sorry for talking rubbish again. *eeps!*&lt;br /&gt;And FINALLY!! my exam ENDS yesterday. That engineering mathematics is my final paper! THANK GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-4406416325352004334?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/4406416325352004334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=4406416325352004334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/4406416325352004334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/4406416325352004334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='the ghost of me II'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-3893658113984696416</id><published>2006-11-18T21:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T18:56:12.199+09:00</updated><title type='text'>unbelievable facts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omigosh!!&lt;br /&gt;I went through one of my juniors' friendster and guess what I just found out! That ..that...that fella... from westlife, Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARK IS GAY!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh...he is gay!! I can't believe it. I'm so slow. I heard that he is gay and that he's MARRIED!!; to a guy of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v690/eask/8th/pics/blog/37360755238711l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh man, this is weird. So I went through the internet give a check on him. haha. Not actually checking on him. Not that he's my someone or so. But just searching for his pics and this is what I've found~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v690/eask/8th/pics/blog/730170_CD_L_F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This' their new album man~! entitled &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LOVE ALBUM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sooper cool right? It will be released on the 20th of Nov. And here's the songs they have in their album;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1.The Rose&lt;br /&gt;2.Total Eclipse Of The Heart&lt;br /&gt;3.All Out Of Love - with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Search for 'Delta Goodrem'" href="http://www.tesco.com/entertainment/search.aspx?N=7&amp;VSI=2-CD&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Ntt=Delta" ntk="'primary&amp;amp;Nty=" ntx="mode+matchall"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Delta Goodrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.You Light Up My Life&lt;br /&gt;5.Easy&lt;br /&gt;6.You Are So Beautiful (To Me)&lt;br /&gt;7.Have You Ever Been In Love?&lt;br /&gt;8.Love Can Build A Bridge&lt;br /&gt;9.The Dance&lt;br /&gt;10.All Or Nothing&lt;br /&gt;11.You've Lost That Loving Feeling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And as you can see, and as I can see as well, they always love evergreen songs - you light up my life, you are so beautiful. I think it'll be just like how they brought UpTownGirl back to life. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;ok. That's all I guess. Tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-3893658113984696416?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/3893658113984696416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=3893658113984696416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/3893658113984696416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/3893658113984696416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2006/11/omigosh-i-went-through-one-of-my.html' title='unbelievable facts!'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-5289365693543250564</id><published>2006-11-18T18:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:23:49.029+09:00</updated><title type='text'>cemetery drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A day full of laziness , and what-in-the-world-is-going-on-nism is overwhelming over me. I guess waking up at 3pm proves it all. *yawn* See what I mean?? hehe. To start a day with laziness. That sure is something I've always wished for but now hating it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, later I went to bathe Dubu &lt;em&gt;(that's the name of my pet pup, in case you dont know)&lt;/em&gt; . He looks like a sooper dooper old apek when he got soaked! You really havta see it for yourself. I guess I havta get some pics with him all soaked up. hehe. Then, of course I dried and combed him. And he get's really fluffy and soft and cute and *oohhh* nice..... ^^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v690/eask/8th/pics/dubu175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See what I mean?? hee...well , that's him a few months back. Now, he already gets a lil more huge than this you see. haha. Pups do grow you know?? haha. Okey Okey, I'm talking nonsense. After the hard work I done for bathing and combing and drying and FURnishing him, he's the one who got the reward instead. ㅡ.ㅡ;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aren't I'm the one who is suppose to get the reward? But neways, he got his puppy biscuits. He got 2!! ㅡ.ㅡ;; Guess, I really pampered him aren't I? hehe *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all for today. About me pamper'ing this mister dubu. Oh yea, later I went back to my old condition. &lt;strong&gt;LAZINESS~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laaazzzziiii out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-5289365693543250564?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/5289365693543250564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=5289365693543250564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/5289365693543250564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/5289365693543250564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2006/11/cemetery-drive.html' title='cemetery drive'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-6131817280852010482</id><published>2006-11-16T20:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:27:35.111+09:00</updated><title type='text'>the ghost of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went through one of my friend's blog and I found this survey. It makes me wonder if all this while I'm taking the right course or not, so I decided to take this test. And to my surprise, engineering is listed 8th out of 14 main courses ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's truely a big surprise for me ya know. But, oh well I can't just change my major right now cause I'll be graduating in less than 2 months time!! Moreover, I think I'm doing quite well in engineering comparing to what the chart showed. 8th! I still can't believe it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, the course that I've always wanted is on &lt;strong&gt;top&lt;/strong&gt; of the list. I've always been thinking of taking a second degree ever since I entered this Electronic Engineering Department. But it's STILL under consideration. haha. It's not that I'll do it like I said it. It's just a dream. &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt;! haha! I might get to fulfill my dream one day. Someday, perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yea, I still haven't tell why I'm stuck in Electronics Engineering Department. I've always loved designs and architecture, that starts from the outer bulding through the inner side and to the interior designs. Unfortunately, according to our Mr. Hamdan, the head of our Korean Programme said that he had went through the syllabus and he found out that it varies and doesn't have a specific studies which we are suppose to major in. Also, Msia is a Commonwealth Country where else, Korea is not. So, that explains why the syllabus are different than what they have in Msia. And &lt;strong&gt;IF &lt;/strong&gt;I'm still stuborn and want to take that course, I &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; to take another exam at Msia after I graduated before I could go out to the real world; for work of course. haha. Erm.... He districted our batch from taking that course anyways. So, there's not even a 0.1% chance of me taking that course. haha :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok. I'm talking too much. I'll just stop here for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over and Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Visual&amp;PerformingArts&lt;/b&gt;. You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in the Visual or Performing Arts (e.g. Art, Art Education, Art History, Ceramics, Culinary Arts, Dance, Drawing, Fashion Design, Film, Graphic Design, Interior Design, Marketing (advertising), Music, Music Education, Music Theory, Painting, Photography, Theatre).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Visual&amp;amp;PerformingArts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="94" align="center" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;French/German/Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="81" align="center" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;81%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Biology/Chemistry/Geology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="69" align="center" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mathematics/Statistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="63" align="center" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;English/Journalism/Comm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="63" align="center" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Education/Counseling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="56" align="center" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Accounting/Finance/Marketing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" align="center" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Physics/Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" align="center" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;PoliticalScience/Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="44" align="center" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;44%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nursing/AthleticTraining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="44" align="center" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;44%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HR/BusinessManagement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="44" align="center" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;44%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Religion/Theology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="44" align="center" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;44%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Psychology/Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="38" align="center" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/6131817280852010482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2006/11/ghost-of-me.html' title='the ghost of me'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-116361902505796616</id><published>2006-11-16T04:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:03:08.744+09:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the black parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v690/eask/8th/pics/526284943730re.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v690/eask/8th/pics/526284943730re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;오래만에 블럭을 하기로 했단다...&lt;br /&gt;편집은 예전보다 넘 오래 걸린것 같따...&lt;br /&gt;생각보단 넘 오래 걸렸드라... ㅠㅠ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for posponing it this long till i started blogging again....&lt;br /&gt;it has been a bz life i guess... haha~&lt;br /&gt;welcome back everyone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;welcome to the black parade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-116361902505796616?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/116361902505796616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=116361902505796616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/116361902505796616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/116361902505796616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2006/11/welcome-to-black-parade.html' title='welcome to the black parade'/><author><name>eask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990653190361483124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25911674.post-114480499535441652</id><published>2006-04-12T10:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:39:53.525+09:00</updated><title type='text'>shutdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2017/2713/1600/flashing_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2017/2713/320/flashing_sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;due to the shutdown in iidd.com i havta switch to dis...&lt;br /&gt;or else my previous blog add is too long&lt;br /&gt;n i think it's hard for u guys to remember it... -.-;;;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the inconvinence~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25911674-114480499535441652?l=juzask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/feeds/114480499535441652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25911674&amp;postID=114480499535441652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/114480499535441652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25911674/posts/default/114480499535441652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzask.blogspot.com/2006/04/shutdown.html' 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