<?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-3175507368718200190</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:00:17.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dino rawr ;D</title><subtitle type='html'>to keep track of what i do.. to stay in touch with friends too.. whoa.. it kinda rhyme</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-1351247795146776640</id><published>2009-08-30T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:08:09.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Spn6TnA57GI/AAAAAAAAAbU/cO0uwuiDCzk/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Spn6TnA57GI/AAAAAAAAAbU/cO0uwuiDCzk/s400/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375602845040634978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. there're just too many photos, had a few days of international orientations.. well its more about just briefings. and made friends with all the international students since there aint many of us anyway. if anyone's interested i can probably send all a set of photos i took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to a snr's hse today to chill. came back early. friend didn't like a guy over there. well. my code of conduct stands. no drinking xD.  and there's the biggest.. thickest fog that i've ever seen. but its sooooo cooollll... and just roll down the windows and let the wind in.. fresh .. cool.. moist.. air.. xD what more can we ask for? lovin' it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-1351247795146776640?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1351247795146776640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/1351247795146776640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/1351247795146776640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Spn6TnA57GI/AAAAAAAAAbU/cO0uwuiDCzk/s72-c/DSC00303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-8899304165316481909</id><published>2009-08-28T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:27:55.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the library of Kutztown</title><content type='html'>fine. i've arrived and finally reached the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the environment is great imho and the people here's really helpful. i think i can adept pretty well here. there's a tiny international student's community but i think that's perfectly fine. roommate's great.  he's a zhikai type of guy just that he's huge. i'm sure you guys know what i'm talkin' about ^^. and i'm making really good friends with daniel and jana, they're germans. we can communicate pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i've got a new cell too. works here thou. 4845387004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-8899304165316481909?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8899304165316481909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-library-of-kutztown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/8899304165316481909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/8899304165316481909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-library-of-kutztown.html' title='In the library of Kutztown'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-8129118030350209881</id><published>2009-08-21T07:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:46:30.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrived in Newjersy</title><content type='html'>tadaa... i'm finally up and going again.. living in 2 阿姨 's hse, its pretty comfy and the internet is running well xD. haven't been in that situation for a long while huh. rest assured that i'll keep writing smt from now on so long as i still have my hands on the internet xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane trip took 13 hrs +50 minutes, with 3 hours transfer time. so its around 17 hours on the move.  I sat beside a guy with the name of "golden armour" .. okay that's kinda like the direct translation from chinese but he's a decent guy. graduating from one of the top high schs in beijing, he does nothing but study.. oh well not exactly nothing. he said he loved geography and both of his parents worked in a museum.. he does not listen to music, does not hang out, does not play the computer, does not use the instant messenger system.. and he's fatter than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've a good chat on the plane and thats about it. he left me a email which i probably will never bother to be the one who contact him? anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.C. 's airport is much below expectation. probably because of its old age.  I've got the shock of my life when i stepped out of the airplane... its like... " where the hell are the chinese people!? "  the fact is, i got used to seeing yellow skin all around me.. now there's only black and white... came across a racist cop who tried to boss the international students around..  "now stand behind the yellow line, this is not china anymore, you're in the US. " he shouted at some random person who just happened to be a little lost and is well behind the line.. i dont know, that guy just got transfered from prison police into the airport police or something? besides being unable to find my way to the right gate easily and the rude policeman, there's not much impression of that airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the transfer flight was more memorable.  its the smallest plane that i ever boarded... 3 seats per roll and i can easily see the cabin from my seat.. its stability was above my expectation. i was ready to suffer as bad memories in taking small planes overwhelmed me. but when we took off. i just spent my time admiring the night view of the city below. small houses were evenly spread out in the field.. road lights and the lights from houses caused enough light pollution for it to be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a walk out yesterday.. spotted 3 wild dears and a wild rabbit... fire flies under the tree that flies up like some fireworks in blue... then faded away in the darkness.. really cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-8129118030350209881?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8129118030350209881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/arrived-in-newjersy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/8129118030350209881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/8129118030350209881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/arrived-in-newjersy.html' title='Arrived in Newjersy'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-8427143631838041004</id><published>2009-07-31T12:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:46:23.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going out to play!</title><content type='html'>have been busy these days.. like finally i can stop rotting at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mum'll be coming 2ml...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- -|.. sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma + mum = nagging combo. and that's deadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inevitable. haix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the most interesting menu i've seen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's poem attached to each dish. wow. and all look great please. delicious too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its called "my humble house" recommended by my fren..  it is supposed to be in chinese which says 寒舍 the very polite way of addressing one's home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SnJ1zp34PLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/6WVJXYwdAJ4/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SnJ1zp34PLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/6WVJXYwdAJ4/s400/DSC00232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364479636425686194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SnJ2Dh6_8aI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6aeFlVkNdx8/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SnJ2Dh6_8aI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6aeFlVkNdx8/s400/DSC00233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364479909169197474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're in this eh.. i guess its the study. and the sofa is topped with fur =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SnJ2oC-hDAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/uiIknZ8_2Ww/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SnJ2oC-hDAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/uiIknZ8_2Ww/s400/DSC00230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364480536517610498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its the living room on the back ground i suppose. with a mini fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shelf of art works beside us looked like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SnJ28220VZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/e7EGH4L9l-Y/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SnJ28220VZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/e7EGH4L9l-Y/s400/DSC00226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364480894041347474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-8427143631838041004?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8427143631838041004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-out-to-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/8427143631838041004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/8427143631838041004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-out-to-play.html' title='going out to play!'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SnJ1zp34PLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/6WVJXYwdAJ4/s72-c/DSC00232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-5715557249992805677</id><published>2009-07-26T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:22:42.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burp.. too full.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmxYQxnIujI/AAAAAAAAAas/fQPOLI6010U/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmxYQxnIujI/AAAAAAAAAas/fQPOLI6010U/s400/DSC00216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362758301510056498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ppl guess what's this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the washroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[song]&lt;br /&gt;it feels like the first time...&lt;br /&gt;[/song]&lt;br /&gt;okay fine it is my first time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-5715557249992805677?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5715557249992805677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/burp-too-full.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/5715557249992805677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/5715557249992805677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/burp-too-full.html' title='Burp.. too full.'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmxYQxnIujI/AAAAAAAAAas/fQPOLI6010U/s72-c/DSC00216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-4994923544986037194</id><published>2009-07-25T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:05:54.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this place has good food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmsDJSUcOJI/AAAAAAAAAak/c1P7yHHeyGo/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmsDJSUcOJI/AAAAAAAAAak/c1P7yHHeyGo/s400/DSC00207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362383239385987218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-4994923544986037194?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4994923544986037194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-place-has-good-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/4994923544986037194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/4994923544986037194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-place-has-good-food.html' title='this place has good food'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmsDJSUcOJI/AAAAAAAAAak/c1P7yHHeyGo/s72-c/DSC00207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-6771508391537923855</id><published>2009-07-23T19:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:18:51.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow...</title><content type='html'>okay . i appreciate this more than the solar thing.. especially in beijing that you cant see the sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pollution left this city nearly 4/5 of the time in smog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 4 pm today,  the sky turned dark. and for a moment i thought all my clocks has stopped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a storm. and its like nothing in singapore. cos over there the day just don't turn into night because of the storm.. at one moment i thought it was solar eclipse all over again so i was like wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moments later the sky begin to brighten up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sky was clear.. like very clear. visibility at an all time high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmhR03ZikVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/h8JbXGOPiP8/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmhR03ZikVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/h8JbXGOPiP8/s400/DSC00192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361625325050696018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the simple pleasures in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmhSOoZZx7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/uKdhyJTI3q4/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmhSOoZZx7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/uKdhyJTI3q4/s400/DSC00194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361625767700187058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to queue up for a train ticket today for the first time in my life. its an outlet.. so apparently they only start selling tickets 10 days before the day of departure.. and they only begin their sales at 7PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went 10 minutes before.. according to the person at the counter. there'll be a queue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i made it to the 2nd in the queue. and the first person demanded 3 tickets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person at the counter processed it for him and printed the tickets out.. one ticket magically went m issing in the process of printing the 3 tickets.. so she searched up and down for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before she could find anything. her phone rang. and she chatted happily for 15 minutes. as the queue grew longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 7: 20. i managed to get my turn and she told me all tickets has ran out. i asked if i can purchase another type of ticket the next morning and if it will likely be available. she gave me the pissed off face and said that she can only tell me what she can see now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god damn service industry of china's public transport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmhVEAc_jsI/AAAAAAAAAac/h97Po2ZiVWc/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmhVEAc_jsI/AAAAAAAAAac/h97Po2ZiVWc/s400/DSC00199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361628883714019010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on my way back.. this is what the storm did to the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmhTFublpzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/BiECjBJfz2c/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmhTFublpzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/BiECjBJfz2c/s400/DSC00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361626714212771634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;interesting advertisement for gum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-6771508391537923855?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6771508391537923855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/6771508391537923855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/6771508391537923855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow.html' title='wow...'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmhR03ZikVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/h8JbXGOPiP8/s72-c/DSC00192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-4523796303215608385</id><published>2009-07-23T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:55:18.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.. solar eclipse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmhPm9-H04I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oZk4_OiKQME/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmhPm9-H04I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oZk4_OiKQME/s400/DSC00189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361622887273321346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know.. i nvr figure out what's the big fuss about this thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have to say it looks good. and its rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rare stuff happen everyday. so does pretty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like. rainbows. like. leaf falling off the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. beauty is all around so long as we notice it. and appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if the moon blocked the sun - -|.. that gathered billions of people stare in amusement at the TV or up into the sky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where what i think its of similar value happens around them that went unnoticed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah. grow up ppl. this is not the proper way to treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-4523796303215608385?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4523796303215608385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm-solar-eclipse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/4523796303215608385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/4523796303215608385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm-solar-eclipse.html' title='hmm.. solar eclipse?'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmhPm9-H04I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oZk4_OiKQME/s72-c/DSC00189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-2496920554540706366</id><published>2009-07-20T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:24:27.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you smell what jiannan's cookin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmRTTwnFuSI/AAAAAAAAAZk/AK4C5gGgb6o/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmRTTwnFuSI/AAAAAAAAAZk/AK4C5gGgb6o/s400/DSC00187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360501055409207586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmRTvCyopsI/AAAAAAAAAZs/vbnVfZwdh-c/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmRTvCyopsI/AAAAAAAAAZs/vbnVfZwdh-c/s400/DSC00188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360501524145940162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-2496920554540706366?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2496920554540706366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-you-smell-what-jiannans-cookin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/2496920554540706366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/2496920554540706366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-you-smell-what-jiannans-cookin.html' title='can you smell what jiannan&apos;s cookin!'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SmRTTwnFuSI/AAAAAAAAAZk/AK4C5gGgb6o/s72-c/DSC00187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-6583511166270780322</id><published>2009-07-19T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:55:16.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talks.</title><content type='html'>Re: people's attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the park with cousin and grandma. we were having this conversation regarding people's attire. like knowing how to dress properly and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this hot girl with a huge bag and this huge groundsheet in it sticking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey that girl looks great.. just a wrong bag. i guess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, i guess, eh her cloth is translucent.... and.. hmm i can't see anything in there [from the back] "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh!? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then moments later she walked infront of us and i was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey i can see it! its yellow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all in chinese and my grandma was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- -|"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moments later at the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we begun talking about  the relationship between a mother in law and daughter in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos. well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma doesn't get along well with all her son's wife.. although they are very nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle once said that its somewhat a competitive relationship between the gender.. unlike guys.. lets say. son in laws and father in laws always get along well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then once that conversation start. i start to think about my mum.. and honestly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not expecting much peace either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah.. the relationship would be quite hard for our aunts and my grandma.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "yeah.. come to think about it.. ,my mum..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin:"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin and I: " HOLY CRAP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin: "...i wish you well"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "...omg..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. but things will work out. ^^ i hope. i will love my wife. and i will try give her all the happiness that's within my power...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-6583511166270780322?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6583511166270780322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/talks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/6583511166270780322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/6583511166270780322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/talks.html' title='talks.'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-8134035482487319875</id><published>2009-07-19T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:59:28.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>park !</title><content type='html'>say. another makeup post =x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the park yesterday.. there's a mini amusement park there. for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin wanna play something.. but there's our grandma with us. so its like "- -|"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if we'll leave her alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she insisted on us going into something.. so there's this 10 bucks / person / visit "haunted hse"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- -|.. fking retarded.. supposed to be "3d".. now if u wear that specs and go in all it does is make you dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah.. its just walking.. and scary props? there's random leg grabbing going on.. c'mon man.. xD.. like seriously. and there's this group infront of us who.. well. got scared and dont dare to move on.. i say. they're deprived man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just recalling those days for scream. now that's fun. xD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-8134035482487319875?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8134035482487319875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/8134035482487319875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/8134035482487319875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/park.html' title='park !'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-6950219730136445280</id><published>2009-07-17T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:11:11.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@ the gym</title><content type='html'>i went to the gym today. there was a lady running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she came over a while later and she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you speak english?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah? sure, what issit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i just want to thank you for being so polite just now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she told me that I was quiet and did not cause a disturbance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, you're welcomed, i mean, thank you, and that's what i'm supposed to do issn't it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well.. yeah i guess but people just don't do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just about turning down the tv's volume so that it doesn't disturb others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now people need to thank for that action.. because nobody do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes she's polite to say such a thing and being nice and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its sad that the society its like that. i mean. this is a 5star hotel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its supposed to be the civilized people that lives around here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how bad can it get in the neighborhoods&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-6950219730136445280?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6950219730136445280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/gym.html#comment-form' 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turn</title><content type='html'>well i've read it from an article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nice so i've summarized it somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those ppl out there who're depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, as you read this, there are hundreds if not thousands of geeky, brilliant engineering wonks sitting in their dorm rooms at MIT and Stanford, not to mention campuses around the world, oblivious to the weather as they pour their hearts into cool new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those kids and their ideas are the future of business if we just hang on tight&lt;br /&gt;you canbe sure, too, that legions of people out there aren't frightened by the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're called the entrepreneurs [wow....] And challenges don't make them surrender; they make them fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or consider that right now, in companies large and small, new and old, teams of employees are huddled in meetings, working their butts off to figure out how to save their organizations and the jobs of their coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can be sure that in laboratories around the world, medical researchers are putting in 18 hour days as they try to unlock the human genome and create cures beyond imagining. all of them, are motivated by a heartfelt desire to save lives. you can be sure that one day you, or someone you love, will owe them a debt of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be sure that on a warm spring day, a mother and father will hold back tears as they watch the first member of their family graduate from college. you can be sure countless other parents will feel the same pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be sure that for every jerk who undermines business with his compromised ethics there are 99 decent, hard-working people who wake up everyday determined to do right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be sure the 99 will prevail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be sure that there will be a song  in radio this fall that is so catchy and fun u can't get it out of your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be sure that someday in the not-too-distant-future we will look back on this difficult time and say:"It was painful,but we've pushed hard and learnd so much that we've lowered the chances of it ever happening again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its a msg to the suicidal ppl out there due to bankruptcy or smt - -| but hmm interesting =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-2207034340811518428?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2207034340811518428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/message-to-all-depressed-ppl-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='text'>i've managed to chat for 3 smses!</title><content type='html'>last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new sim card has finally put to some chatting purposes o. o|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe that this is what I'm blogging about. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. eh. there are lesser pros in the arena of dota in china. so the games are easy? o. o&lt;br /&gt;too many leavers thou. haix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to going out on friday. &gt;&lt;|.  rotting at home all day aint fun at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-646997080098878623?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/646997080098878623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-7586135057269956921</id><published>2009-07-14T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:45:51.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Side effects</title><content type='html'>suffered from bad breath and bad teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;culprit : antibiotics / the dripping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brushed my teeth 4 times and listrined. hope this helps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-7586135057269956921?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7586135057269956921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/side-effects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/7586135057269956921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/7586135057269956921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/side-effects.html' title='Side effects'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-2661326072319580331</id><published>2009-07-13T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:42:35.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tadaa. an advertisment @ a mall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlqC8oEA1_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/u2PN1YMr3yM/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlqC8oEA1_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/u2PN1YMr3yM/s400/DSC00177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357738684768638962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. please zoom and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-2661326072319580331?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2661326072319580331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/tadaa-advertisment-mall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/2661326072319580331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/2661326072319580331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/tadaa-advertisment-mall.html' title='tadaa. an advertisment @ a mall.'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlqC8oEA1_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/u2PN1YMr3yM/s72-c/DSC00177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-3900367064452576846</id><published>2009-07-11T17:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:35:16.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital</title><content type='html'>i hate crowds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dislike the idea of going to hospital healthy and get infected with something when i come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so generally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dislike the idea to visit a doctor in beijing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still went. cos grandma is worried and i dont wanna pass the flu on to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was there! apparently the place was under renovation. and yet still operating. i'm like one of the only patients there. really empty. there's only one guy that went in while i was there. it turns out he's looking for the washroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the doctor tested my blood&lt;br /&gt;nurse poked my finger tip with a sharp thingy to make bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she squeezed damn hard for damn long and only one drop came out.. we all were like = =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'll have to do it again" she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my other finger kena oso = =|.. and this time not much more.. so just keep squeezing.. until its enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= =| fine, i've got thick skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a problem with that when i was young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doctor said that a speedy recovery would be dripping + some medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we chose that way. apparently it costs 700 rmb or so. that would be like one month salary for a typical factory worker in non-capital cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting sick, is indeed $ consuming. ppl might not even afford it - -|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i was made to wear a mask for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello luke i'm ur papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlhZvVUBRgI/AAAAAAAAAZE/SKC-vm5ZlKU/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlhZvVUBRgI/AAAAAAAAAZE/SKC-vm5ZlKU/s400/DSC00174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357130426467042818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they kinda used 4 bottles.. and all of it went into my body.. the rate of dripping is controlled.. they told me that its alright going fast but some ppl's heart can't take it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of us discussed about communist in china =s.. and well.. we are all not really happy about the party =s..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my heart is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for&lt;br /&gt;"safety concerns"&lt;br /&gt;its rather slow at first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the nurse decided that her lunch break is around the corner. then she came up to me and adjusted it.. til its like - -|.. flowing... 3 drops / second? i see that water level in those containers go down like nobody's business i was like " wtf - -|".. and my arm is feeling the immediate drop of temperature as it poured in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't really that bad. the worst part is that grandma can't stop nagging and complaining about how irresponsible the nurse is on the trip back =s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i might have to go back 2ml for the last drip. hopefully i'll recover by 2night so dun have to mafan ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlhZ9xra-1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/gtUB1D_N80A/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlhZ9xra-1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/gtUB1D_N80A/s400/DSC00172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357130674599557970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlhbcSKtkiI/AAAAAAAAAZU/wApkVlRx36w/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlhbcSKtkiI/AAAAAAAAAZU/wApkVlRx36w/s400/DSC00173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357132298228437538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zihua and i kaobei'ed the government too. they might as well fking ban the internet usage. ban youtube ban facebook ban twitter. and obvirously there's much more sites mimicing the way those sites work, native chinese sites like youku.com, xiaonei.com.. even the layout and colourscheme are exactly the same. they dont fking ban those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what. terrorists only know how to use international sites? kns. is this acturally protection of "local internet industry"? god damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-3900367064452576846?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3900367064452576846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/hospital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/3900367064452576846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/3900367064452576846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/hospital.html' title='Hospital'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlhZvVUBRgI/AAAAAAAAAZE/SKC-vm5ZlKU/s72-c/DSC00174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-7119203684593117813</id><published>2009-07-10T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:48:34.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu</title><content type='html'>its still here. and makes me thinner. i'm officially 1 kg off o. o|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flu please stay for 10 days. that would be great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-7119203684593117813?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7119203684593117813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/7119203684593117813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/7119203684593117813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/flu.html' title='Flu'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-3104076254322701363</id><published>2009-07-09T20:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:38:47.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good reason to resist nature calls</title><content type='html'>as the title show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a better world.&lt;br /&gt;for our children.&lt;br /&gt;for the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resist the call of nature. here's why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlXtMihbSdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2UCCt0-SsTQ/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlXtMihbSdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2UCCt0-SsTQ/s400/DSC00165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356448131508292050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knuckle still hurts a lil... the thing is i caught a flu. it doesn't feel very pleasant i gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random shots of today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlXt0yFNUCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/q_HToerm3Xg/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlXt0yFNUCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/q_HToerm3Xg/s400/DSC00162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356448822879670306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlXuENFx32I/AAAAAAAAAY0/USE5-t7YRzA/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlXuENFx32I/AAAAAAAAAY0/USE5-t7YRzA/s400/DSC00164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356449087827861346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlXuTCItedI/AAAAAAAAAY8/2HT9s8qwRug/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlXuTCItedI/AAAAAAAAAY8/2HT9s8qwRug/s400/DSC00166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356449342585403858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about my theory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is selfish. yep we are. and we're selfish to the point that we're doing nearly everything for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;we make decisions before putting into action. in some cases. our actions are guided subconciously however that do not suggest that we're not responsible for such actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over generalization? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however. think about it. why do you care for ppl. why do you love. why do people sacrifice themselves for a greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such actions seem selfless i suppose? and yes i still somewhat believe that love is not about recieving but its about giving... - -|.. i dont know how that came through thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well back to the topic.. the thing is. say. if you care for somebody. why?&lt;br /&gt;first of all. how many people are willing to care about somebody if that somebody don't give a shyt about what the "carers" do? we enjoy the feeling to be appreciated don't we? how certain are you if you're caring and ur not subconciously hoping that they show appreciation or just be a more well-off person such that you, will be contributing to a greater good and be satisified with ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single action has went through our minds. and we make a decision for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the very basic level is to fulfill our needs of survival, instincts as we call it. such actions can mean selfishness. well, cos we're doing smt for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however. on the other level, as from young, we're thought morals, what's right and wrong, and learn something called the "greater good", social creatures. morals are built and that's how we attempt to differ ourselves from beasts. such morals are telling we're supposed to do, and deep in us we know, by making a decision that's on the basis moral, we are doing something right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say, we all do stuff for a cause, conciously or not, we're for ourselves, whether its just to keep ourselves alive or to die for a greater cause, we made those decisions that we think that will make us feel better. its just not logical and the command will not pass through the human mind if its for absolutely no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not expect anyone to be responsible to our well-being, nobody owes us a living as they say. and we 're accountable for ourselves, think of everyone, as selfish creatures, and live strong, cos we're living for a blardy good reason. don't drown urself into the victim's cycle as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the oz principle&lt;/span&gt; states, whatever happens, don't point fingers, don't blame fate. we're on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a blissful journey, its our own responsibility to make good of it, and we ain't living for anyone else, we really aren't that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think parental guidance is neccessary for the viewing of the crap above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-3104076254322701363?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3104076254322701363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-reason-to-resist-nature-calls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/3104076254322701363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/3104076254322701363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-reason-to-resist-nature-calls.html' title='A good reason to resist nature calls'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlXtMihbSdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2UCCt0-SsTQ/s72-c/DSC00165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-4555092843057493482</id><published>2009-07-08T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:01:01.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 issues.</title><content type='html'>okay i shall list them down before i forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna talk about eh..&lt;br /&gt;1. i haven't had dreams since the nightmare of me taking Alevel maths paper a few month ago. and i realized i'm dreaming every night nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i shall disclose this very horrifying theory that might stand.. its my theory okay.. copyright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i knocked my knuckle against the door by accident and its swollen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. God damn it give us back our facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i know. i should elaborate on my 3rd point but i think i'll leave it for 2ml as its rather thought provoking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-4555092843057493482?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4555092843057493482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/4555092843057493482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/4555092843057493482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-issues.html' title='4 issues.'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-8933650511024769492</id><published>2009-07-07T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:31:23.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rot Rot Rot</title><content type='html'>just 1 day of rain. nothing came down for these 2 days although its all dark. can't see the sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- -|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of resident evil diary or smt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another friend coming to beijing soon. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. nth happened today. nothing much. still rotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recommend u guys a book. the OZ principle.&lt;br /&gt;read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its "getting results through individual and organizational accountability"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-8933650511024769492?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8933650511024769492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/rot-rot-rot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/8933650511024769492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/8933650511024769492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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you to tell me how to contact her then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she spoke too fast = =|&lt;br /&gt;i couldn really catch it until the 2nd time and she took down the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moments later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi sorry to disturb you but i couldnt reach her by her number"&lt;br /&gt;me: "eh i'm afraid that she might have forgotten to bring her handphone as she told me on the msn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"will it be convinent for you to take down the address for her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like.. sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i rushed to a pen and paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she start giving me the address.. 国贸大厦... smt smt smt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like.. wtf how do u right MAO. then i got stuck at the 2nd word..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i stoned for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i told her in english... all our conversation above was chinese..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"could you please give me an english version of the address?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she stun.&lt;br /&gt;and after a short moment she's like "please hold on for a second"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after 3 minutes of rustle.. she came back and she just spoke english into the phone&lt;br /&gt;...and i'm telling you i can understand 60%. it wasn't easy... but i managed to take down the half of the address before giving up.. i'm like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey, acturally chinese is fine.. i just dont know how to write them now i'm at my laptop its fine.."&lt;br /&gt;and she was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can you understand chinese?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i answered the phone call in chinese, twice... and how has a chinese address got to do with understanding chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.. she spoke chinese.. and i realized i took down all the information necessary i just didnt know it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hope you're happy at work" that's what she ended the call with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. its in chinese.. 祝您工作愉快.. okay i think she make constant calls to employees and stuff.. its just weird to me - -|.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say i'm like *stun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh.. huh?.. oh!.. good day to you" *english*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my cousin about this and she said i might have given an awkward moment for the girl..&lt;br /&gt;i was like - -|.. sorry i just need to revise my chinese spelling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-6680825430489083946?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6680825430489083946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/phone-calls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/6680825430489083946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/6680825430489083946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/phone-calls.html' title='Phone calls.'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-260858878969814063</id><published>2009-07-06T08:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:13:30.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TERMINATOR``</title><content type='html'>woohoo. happy yesterday! it rained! like since finally man. it poured. and it feels great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told grandma that i'm going out with a friend.. my grandma starts telling me stories about how kids and adults got kidnapped and transported to mines to work to their death.. how maids sold the kids they are to look after.. in attempt in telling me how dangerous my friend might be. ...- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went on for 2 hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like for god's sake this is beijing. the fking capital man. there're tens of thousands of kids out there on the streets every single day... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my friend and had lunch, watched terminators. i loved that place called bluecoast.. well. its in chinese. but its a great place. like a small town of shops. no cars. and all buildings are of 3 levels high and the roof is great. there's a mini musical fountain ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFZKZ3RbvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/A-fH8r_I1Fc/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFZKZ3RbvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/A-fH8r_I1Fc/s400/DSC00151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355159467196509938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunched at the place called "da chang jin" = =| i wasn't expecting this.. but its noisy. the waitress all dressed up in the sorta korean thingy.. similiar to changjin. but they sell stuff at the price range of 5-6 sing... the portion is big too. i can't pick my choice = =| so i asked what's not spicy and asked the waitress to recommend something. then she's like.. "what if i recommend something and it is the expensive one" and i'm quite sure there's a smirk on her face... i did flip the menu. and if i'm bad tempered then i think it will be trouble for the place. that's a direct insult issn't it = =|.. unless that waitress is trying to joke around. = =... i mean there're ppl with kids running around and shouting.. there are ppl dressed up like christmas tree and come in with a family and look as if its a great occasion to have lunch there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got over it fast but now thinking back its really wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently transformers is some big stuff around.. here's why i said it o. o.... i astonished "BUMBLEBEE" and she's like.. huh... *start wondering which shop has that name and looks arnd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFY21HQtDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/xe5ar7mS2PQ/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFY21HQtDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/xe5ar7mS2PQ/s400/DSC00150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355159130913944626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie starts 1 hr after purchasing the tickets so we went around hunting for something to play. it was a huge place and we constantly asked the person at the information counter.. its like.. "hi its us again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arcade is cheap. 1 dollar / token. so.. if u put it in sing. u need 40 cents to play 1 round of timecrisis 3. yeah. i realized that i'm not bad x. x| there's this drum thing fun to play but tiring.. - -|. just zam. with a lil rythum. the songs were like. eh. funny to listen to. i mean drumbeats just dont really go with slow songs.. especially not when we are desperately trying to keep up with the beat and in the process messing up - -| oh well! thats fun still xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;underestimated the travel time and reached the cinema late. i tell you. those stairs in the dark arent popcorn friendly. = =|.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie er... pack a little surprise. it was kinda interesting. it wasn't as interesting as transformer 2 i think interms of action. although the latter is a lil messy. but the storyline wins it.  yepp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hall is like the auditorium sorta seats... there's even the pen stopper in place =s. but there's sufficient space.. and audio system thats a lil too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie ended and we walked around while waiting for her dad to come pick her up. the roof is windy and comes with  a great view. its like living in a little town there. thunders sound occasionally and the wind is great. here's what all looked like from my point of view.. i loved the place. seriously. thankyou to whoever developed it. its just so peaceful. its not a good thing for the shopowners but hey. xD. its perhaps the least populated shopin' centre arnd in beijing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFZ3YGjSTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/i_GlHJGuPlU/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFZ3YGjSTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/i_GlHJGuPlU/s400/DSC00152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355160239817836850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFaEl15UsI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kEGiONopriY/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFaEl15UsI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kEGiONopriY/s400/DSC00153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355160466844373698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFaS6tgv3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Py2UkHIB2W8/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFaS6tgv3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Py2UkHIB2W8/s400/DSC00154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355160712964521842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my friend kept telling me that i sound too old when i said i loved this style of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when her dad called and we went into the mall looking for the way to the basement.. it started to pour. wind gushed open those closed doors and woohoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RAIN!!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFc9glSseI/AAAAAAAAAYE/cvbI9ydp5hM/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFc9glSseI/AAAAAAAAAYE/cvbI9ydp5hM/s400/DSC00159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355163643708355042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFdV8WW3FI/AAAAAAAAAYM/carSXu5sVNw/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFdV8WW3FI/AAAAAAAAAYM/carSXu5sVNw/s400/DSC00158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355164063478766674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed it for a while then went on to search for the way.. there's a lift we saw. cargo lift thou.. we were like.. hmm... OKAY LETS GO. then there's this rule list in the lift.. right the first one. "no unauthorized personel / authorized personel with no cargo allowed" ... well its in chinese we were like.. "- -|.. oops"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay i know."&lt;br /&gt;"lets plan this."&lt;br /&gt;"we're tourists and we cant read chinese"&lt;br /&gt;i said.&lt;br /&gt;"alright. yeah. i cant read chinese. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh well. nobody saw us when we came out so that wasn't necessary xD  there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shops are in the sorta ancent style sorta town's outlook.. but what's under it.. is a hugeeeeeee underground carpark. its numbered alphabetically from A to F. with numbers behind the alphebet. lets just say we ended up in F and we had to find A. where her dad is going to give me a lift home. and we took the shortest route. walked for 15 minutes at decent pace before reaching A.. and her dad used 10 minutes wondering around in zone A trying to find us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stood beside this.. i really dont know where this thing is manufactured.. it looked like this.  and there's no chinese on it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFcslBnaeI/AAAAAAAAAX8/T7gYYG06Mso/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFcslBnaeI/AAAAAAAAAX8/T7gYYG06Mso/s400/DSC00160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355163352843119074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. great day @ a great place!! i shall go there again next time. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-260858878969814063?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/260858878969814063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/terminator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/260858878969814063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/260858878969814063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/terminator.html' title='TERMINATOR``'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SlFZKZ3RbvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/A-fH8r_I1Fc/s72-c/DSC00151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-60013412142825719</id><published>2009-07-04T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:56:06.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALRIGHT! TRANSFORMERS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I remembered black skies, the lightning all around me&lt;br /&gt;I remembered each flash as time began to blur&lt;br /&gt;Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gaga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well went to catch this. its really expansive here in beijing. and the theatre is damn small.. 80 rmb / ticket . so essentially it will be around 16 sing? i didn't get to watch transformers 1 so i seriously dont know what's good and what's bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i do know that this is kinda messy.. i mean the graphics roll fast.. when they fight i find it hard to catch who is who.. and how did some die so easily where others dont die at all.. and was the humans even useful at all - - not in the beginning when they just casually die like flies and do no harm ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well maybe i'm expecting too much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;service at ajisen in beijing really CMI. = =|. we've to wait 20 minutes for a setmeal and another 10 minutes for an dessert.. how bad can you get seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i took beijing's mrt for the first time. my cousin told me there will be a different setting in different lanes of mrt in beijing.. i thought he was exaggerating the stereotype. but he wasn't i saw it. the 10thlane that leads to where i live was rather quiet and clean.. its all fine. once i've changed to the "1st" lane. which is essentially one of the oldest mrt lane's there is. there're ppl who scream in the phone.. perhaps their newfound gadget of display and takes seats.. shout over the shoulders and calls for the friend and relative to take the seat they've snatched - -|... and i've witnessed the huge crowd there is.. in the junction of the transit of mrt.. there are ppl.. like.. hundreds of them.. like PEOPLE!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it is the time when u realize that we're really over populated = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-60013412142825719?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/60013412142825719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/alright-transformers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/60013412142825719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/60013412142825719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/alright-transformers.html' title='ALRIGHT! TRANSFORMERS!'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-7235083873107034902</id><published>2009-07-04T20:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:25:21.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first day that i didn't make it</title><content type='html'>hey man.. this is a make up post. &gt;&lt; cos ystd i wasn't able to come online due to unforeseen circumstances.. however i'd still like to keep this tradition of a post / a day for my blog incase i go down a slippery slope and abandon my blog again T. T lets recall ,.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARHHH headache.. - - i forgot what did i want to talk about.. i think i'm getting old and stuff... i cant rmbr things well anymore... fine my cousin came around and we crapped pretty much. watched some interesting videos on soccer and played cards.. we were kind of lucky and beat the other pair to the ground xD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a little dota game at night cos web just refused to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; randomed to naga siren. it was easy. against ai = =|. damn no life. but there issnt much entertainment for me and my cousin after midnight   OH i rmbr. here  &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sk9SRaf30PI/AAAAAAAAAXE/98eN6yIHCfQ/s400/DSC00141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354588941091066098" border="0" /&gt;i did say that i live in a condo right. i mean. gong yu is supposed to be condo right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this doesn't look very condo-ish to me unless there's a 5-star kinda condo - -.. and thats weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sk9UzIX5nbI/AAAAAAAAAXM/BoVnFO-8BgY/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sk9UzIX5nbI/AAAAAAAAAXM/BoVnFO-8BgY/s400/DSC00142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354591719364599218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here. spot the missing numbers. and i'm sure u know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however i wonder what's in those floors.. i mean when u look up a building u tend to see windows in every level.. so what's going on in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeheheheheeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-7235083873107034902?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7235083873107034902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day-that-i-didnt-make-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/7235083873107034902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/7235083873107034902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day-that-i-didnt-make-it.html' title='the first day that i didn&apos;t make it'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sk9SRaf30PI/AAAAAAAAAXE/98eN6yIHCfQ/s72-c/DSC00141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-7174182471842045332</id><published>2009-07-02T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:13:16.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some recommended links</title><content type='html'>oh well. just came back from the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent 100+ rmb for a small bag of stuff.. okay.. well.. if all are counted in sing it would be cheap.. say 20+. ribs.. chickenwings. bao's and stuff. but the figure just seem so big =s. i need some time to get use to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope yl the stalker can pull through with that crappy story. for those of u suffered in boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure u are. or u wont be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u feel wise. and smart.. and you want to be wise and smart.. and you have that thirst for knowledge .. here's the link.&lt;br /&gt;www.ted.com&lt;br /&gt;.inspirational speeches. needless to say more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now youtube wont be new to you i'm sure. and if you dont know who russell peter is .. dude. you're really out. he's hot since 5 years ago and until now its still widely watched... unless ky is behind time ofcos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here's another link for youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: i'm not racist. but i treasure my right to laugh at racist jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TQR3hzDOoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's just one of it. laugh your ass off if you've yet to see it. i cant find a way to post it here anymore - -|.. there used to be a way.. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i managed to blackmail my cousin into treating me a bbq. Leaving the phone unattended at home and go to work.. is not a wise choice. *evil smile spreads across my face*.  reminders to all fellow villains out there. when u black mail ppl. you make sure you get what you wanted. and make sure the victims made a decision to be the victim.. and not trying to con u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-7174182471842045332?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7174182471842045332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-recommended-links.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/7174182471842045332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/7174182471842045332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-recommended-links.html' title='Some recommended links'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-5991691079921805832</id><published>2009-07-01T15:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:43:50.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>which one...</title><content type='html'>wow it might just rain today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SksRootKEnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6b2GmaZjwa8/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SksRootKEnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6b2GmaZjwa8/s400/DSC00133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353391971879228018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont call me somebody with no life. i'm just appreciating simple pleasures in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm given another wallet.. which one should i use.. = =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. the one i've used for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SksR4kfo7RI/AAAAAAAAAWU/GJK5LtaIkFc/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SksR4kfo7RI/AAAAAAAAAWU/GJK5LtaIkFc/s400/DSC00138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353392245626694930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SksSGrTNcHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/toSMiIgzca8/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SksSGrTNcHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/toSMiIgzca8/s400/DSC00139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353392487971778674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd one. its huge = =| but more organized with more card slots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SksSVfNMy8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/XA2K3QMTXCo/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SksSVfNMy8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/XA2K3QMTXCo/s400/DSC00137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353392742423382978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SksSmNEISsI/AAAAAAAAAWs/A9Zu5LwUl9w/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SksSmNEISsI/AAAAAAAAAWs/A9Zu5LwUl9w/s400/DSC00136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353393029611276994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...uncle gave me something for my luggage.. and it looks like this.. i like it . seriously. but i'm afraid that if i use it i'll get bashed up for soiling the name..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SksTgVUNl0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/n-VYMedRJ_A/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SksTgVUNl0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/n-VYMedRJ_A/s400/DSC00140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353394028258629442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-5991691079921805832?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5991691079921805832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/which-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/5991691079921805832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/5991691079921805832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/which-one.html' title='which one...'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SksRootKEnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6b2GmaZjwa8/s72-c/DSC00133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-6916180166046623104</id><published>2009-06-30T11:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:23:07.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another blue-sky day!</title><content type='html'>uh huh. another good day. today's even cooler. went down for a walk again. only thing uncomfortable is that all my skin felt too dry.. and i know i dont want moisturizers since i need to adapt.. &gt;&lt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arhh&lt;/span&gt;.. hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; adapt to dryness soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall catch up with a photo i took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ystd&lt;/span&gt; afternoon.. there!. not bad huh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkmN-NFE5QI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2_CddePbfn0/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkmN-NFE5QI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2_CddePbfn0/s400/DSC00129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352965731908904194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading lately.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Business Week &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fortune&lt;/span&gt;. i even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;catched&lt;/span&gt; up on some previous issues to update myself about the crisis that i didn't bother while i was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;, slacking my life away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still slacking my life away. but oh well. different style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Learning Journals &lt;/span&gt;that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been trying to chew.. its a collection of stories of leaders in different fields on how they grow to be one.. wise words shared in the form of stories. here's the few questions that's rather significant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- what are your native abilities and are you using them? how do you use them in the future? will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; be proud of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is rather against the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; concept of being the best.. just mug on and climb to the top.. its about being what you're most comfortable doing. and do your teachers / parents proud. the thing is.. now&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;adays&lt;/span&gt;. they wont be proud of you unless you earn big bucks.. or will they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-is your to-do list of the same weight as the to-learn list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ollins&lt;/span&gt; wrote this. okay. he may have some points there in saying that we should constantly be learning.. even from the people who seek answers from us. to grow. its more of a reminder to those big bosses out there... not to me i guess. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; rather say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; settle with my to-do list when i have to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;smt&lt;/span&gt;... cos learning will be just a part of doing the thing that i am to do =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other stories so far. is more about learning.. if not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about learning effectively.. the best way. according to many. is to teach. cos there's this process of preparing.. teaching.. answering doubts.. which essentially would mean more thoughts into the issue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many reminders about listening and learning.. understanding people so that one can manage better. or. on a higher level. learning from them and inspire them to understand their passion and drive in the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are much of interpersonal stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;intrapersonal&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about knowing the destination and setting the "direction of travel"...&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;guidelines&lt;/span&gt;.. principles in life that we keep to.. knowing where we're going in order to get there..&lt;br /&gt;I think i know mine... do you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;your's&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a tiny story. from the Naval Proceedings Manual.. which means the story true.. Stephen R Covey quoted it to explain our direction of travel and principles.. as direction of travel constantly change.. we must check our alignment constantly to head to our destinations... although i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; understand why he took principles as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; and said that "we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; break them as we will break ourselves against them.. bleah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a dark and stormy night, the capt of a ship at sea recieved a frantic wake-up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"capt capt, wake up!"&lt;br /&gt;"what is it"&lt;br /&gt;"sorry to wake you, sir, but we have a real problem. "&lt;br /&gt;"what is it"&lt;br /&gt;"there's a ship in our sea-line, several miles away and they refuse to move."&lt;br /&gt;"tell them to move."&lt;br /&gt;"we have, sir, they just won't move."&lt;br /&gt;"I'll tell them! move starboard 20 degrees."&lt;br /&gt;the signal returned "move starboard yourself. 20 degrees"&lt;br /&gt;"i can't believe this," roared the capt. "who's this joker? doesn't he know i'm the capt? tell him who i am"&lt;br /&gt;"This is Capt Horatio Hornblower, the 26th, commanding you to move starboard 20 degrees, at once."&lt;br /&gt;"this is seaman Carl Jones, the third, commanding you to move starboard 20 degrees, at once"&lt;br /&gt;"i can't believe this. what arrogance. we're a battleship. we could blow them out of the water. Let him know who we are!"&lt;br /&gt;"this is mighty Missouri, flagship of the 7th fleet."&lt;br /&gt;the signal replied "this is the lighthouse"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...okay honestly this is just for laughs. if u aint laughing then my bad &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from last few days of reading i've also came across an article about giving a talk to the finiance graduates of universities.. the couple was invited to give a talk to the graduates.. and the school reminded them not to mention certain phrases.. like.. "you're the best of the best" and "the future depends on you guys" or perhaps "the future is in your hands!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the graduates now adays are just more mature i guess.. they dont buy those crap anymore.. with the situation at hand they just wanna get tips for getting a job and climb the ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they told the graduates alright. and i find it pretty true.. good common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, expand the employer's expectations, exceed them. ignore the ideal work-life balance until we're earning enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good common sense and will stay true for a pretty damn long time. hey future me. if you're reading this. make sure you know what i've written.. man i hope i dont lose my memory by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-6916180166046623104?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6916180166046623104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-blue-sky-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/6916180166046623104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/6916180166046623104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-blue-sky-day.html' title='Another blue-sky day!'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkmN-NFE5QI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2_CddePbfn0/s72-c/DSC00129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-1506754632059213797</id><published>2009-06-29T10:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:33:06.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues.</title><content type='html'>nope. monday blues can be good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like for today.. monday, i woke up to realize the sky aint dusty anymore.. at least we can see the sky now. its blue! like.. there's clouds and stuff up there!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma and i took a walk in the garden this morning.. the wind is good =p ...the air quality improved a little. at least i'm  not coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkgzIM4FYGI/AAAAAAAAAVI/JqL5qroWqhw/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkgzIM4FYGI/AAAAAAAAAVI/JqL5qroWqhw/s400/DSC00112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352584373118263394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice monday blue s[ky]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Skg1BC1yGqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/5hShafX1Re8/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Skg1BC1yGqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/5hShafX1Re8/s400/DSC00123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352586449188428450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Skg0l3TxhOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/-beE_-6AO0M/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Skg0l3TxhOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/-beE_-6AO0M/s400/DSC00121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352585982236525794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Skg0JiAaKKI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Zq--59Kyj2Y/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Skg0JiAaKKI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Zq--59Kyj2Y/s400/DSC00120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352585495481821346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. here's grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Skg1f7IGQrI/AAAAAAAAAV0/FN3p8a4gXEA/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Skg1f7IGQrI/AAAAAAAAAV0/FN3p8a4gXEA/s400/DSC00125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352586979693707954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and another shot of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkgzzbSUA6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Fbbo4R3WOYw/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkgzzbSUA6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Fbbo4R3WOYw/s400/DSC00119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352585115720745890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these are supposed to be filled with water btw = =|..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Skg1ued6LdI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NcfzUbWg9IE/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Skg1ued6LdI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NcfzUbWg9IE/s400/DSC00127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352587229698600402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well =p. happy monday ppl!.. welcome back to sch? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-1506754632059213797?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1506754632059213797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/1506754632059213797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/1506754632059213797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues.'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkgzIM4FYGI/AAAAAAAAAVI/JqL5qroWqhw/s72-c/DSC00112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-4783754751765184465</id><published>2009-06-28T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:34:28.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too wise? i wonder.</title><content type='html'>okay its about our parents / adults near us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wisdom comes with old age? well.. certain extent its true. i mean.. experiencing is perhaps one of the best ways to learn... its a fact. and thus older =&gt; more experience in life. and thus =&gt; wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey. i'm god damn bloody wise. on the assumption that i am really 4 mil years old. ~ ~|.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's my grandma, and my aunt. my aunt is leaving for changchun today. so she wanna purchase some vege. that are "cheap" and fresh from the market.. so.. you know. down and dirty again. i came back from workout and bathed.. immediately summoned to be the guy to carry the stuff.. just great.. wasted water to bath T. T...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were on the way.. and i asked why buy those stuff.. and .. she did it in bulks.. bought like 20+ kg of stuff?  she told me that there's no "soy sauce with out preservatives" in changchun.. so gotta buy here.. and to .. here's the worst part.. to save $..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi col of changchun is like so much lesser than beijing. and even if its transportation cost of the veges.. you can at most say save 1 RMB / kilo of stuff? thats like AT MOST! now lets just say she brought back 20kg of vege and each managed to save 1 rmb .. wow. thats 20 bucks.. now what exactly is the cost?.. the energy used to carry it.. to transport.. like for gods sake uncle came to pick her up for 3 days and each day cost around 200 rmb just to stay in the hotel.. and i guess he's here to help carry that vege to save up to 20rmb.. = =|.. so much for cost saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i shall not find any word to describe this incident incase it would be insulting.. and i do believe in the chinese culture of being filial and respectful to the older generation.. i shall. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all i followed their instructions with out talking back right =s..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma was worried that i lose my way or meet a bad guy even if its less than 5 minutes walk away in the country's capital. now here's the thing. she blasted me when i wanted to bring my phone and wallet along when i go to the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. for god's sake i dont know my god damn way around this fkin place just yet.. her philosophy is that if you dont bring it. it wont get stolen. okay. true. so if i dont bring them. wtf are they for. showing off? the thing about being pissed is that it feels like a loss of freedom. without phone and wallet there's so little thing that i can do.. besides walking back to the hse and... seriously.. just that. risk getting stolen? think again. the crime rate might be higher than sg. or the states. that does not mean every hour or every day or even every week there's a report loss in a messy market like that one.. worst come to worst.. that i'm so dumb and with zero ability to detect the thief myself... at least i'll feel it when its gone. esp. when extremely alert.. and throw a punch or two? or WORST COME TO WORST. my money and phone might be saving somebody in need. for gods sake nobody wants to be a thief. since there's a reason. they are fking poor and need the money. go ahead and take it. they're in a way better than beggers. at least they worked for the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just 1 more thing.. about being somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma insists that i should bring a pajamas. i'm fine with that. just a lil lazy.. and she asked me to use a christian name... should stop wearing white so the dirt on the shirt dont show.. and that all i need is to study and to score... and stop socializing. in the context.. socializing was potrayed as talking to anybody online.. including now i guess =s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all fine with the practices and stuff... but the thing is that she insists that i should do it so that the peers will not "laugh at me".. and no talking to anyone? wow.. like for gods sake i've only got grandma and aunt to talk to. nobody of my age around. now is she trying to drive me into depression or what = =|.. okay i do ackowledge her goodwill in trying to remind me to keep reading and .. reading.. i like those stuff. its about human resource alright. but .. hey. dude. human resource. wth is human resource without the interaction man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "not laughing at me part".. wise? i can safely and perhaps proudly say i do adapt pretty well =s... to situations.. speak their language.. do as romans do while in rome..  and i know verywell its a should to do it.. not being weird and stuff.. its about respecting their culture and not being stubborn. a easier way to express myself to the future peers. she asked me to do those very surface sorta stuff.. so what if my shirt changed to grey.. dust will still fall and for gods sake i shouldn't be changing them? just using the colour so that ppl dont see it?... not worth commenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her.. and i think its pretty classic.. holds true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing about pretending to be one of the majority and not be "yourself", is to pretend by copying on the surface and fail miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark my word man. i am who i am. i respect ppl, i blend in. my way. I am chinese and that is that. that yellow skin, black hair and my black eyes marks my identity. i do not represent the race, just myself, there's no way i'm avoiding that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-4783754751765184465?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4783754751765184465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-wise-i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/4783754751765184465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/4783754751765184465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-wise-i-wonder.html' title='Too wise? i wonder.'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-6845041309660618896</id><published>2009-06-27T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:43:28.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARKEEEETT!</title><content type='html'>... i wanted to take photos but sorry.. for the sake of my phone not being stolen i was convinced not to take it along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes walk.. to the huge.. dusty... smelly market that's full of ppl.. my grandma dont really negotiate.. ask for the prize then give.. - -| cos really cannot stand the smell and the heat. the thing about the market is that the stuff they sell lasts much longer than those from the super mart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freshness you see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the negative aspect of huge retailers compared to small business.. and thus they co-exist xD...&lt;br /&gt;i can think econs too! mr tan will be so proud please.. thats my econs teacher btw.. he's going to get streetfighter for computer but the control was too ex. i think =s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my skin is really dry now.. the air.. i guess i'll get use to it.. i'm doing great in keep working out everyday.. okay fine its just 3 days for now.. but i will go on! until i get my 6 pecs.. and keeping it xD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shall be it.  good night ppl!!! 2ml's eating out for dinner again.. = =|.. hai..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-6845041309660618896?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6845041309660618896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/markeeeett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/6845041309660618896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/6845041309660618896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/markeeeett.html' title='MARKEEEETT!'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-4788961518772656992</id><published>2009-06-26T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:46:45.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the problem of eating out..</title><content type='html'>today's rather regular. worked out in the afternoon. there's a lady there that started walking before i was there and was still walking while i left.. i dont know but she really look much more professional than i am = =|.. i shall jiayou in my slimming down plan xD i'm sure i'll get pro too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma was afraid that i'll eh.. not find my way or i dont know.. be kidnapped by a bad guy or something. but i still went out alone to the super mart to get some iodine for a toe wound and a chinese sim card! 50 rmb. i'm not sure this might last quite long - - hahaha. that's like 10 sing.&lt;br /&gt;but might last me a month. i only know a few friends in this city. yepp! however its a lil too hot to play.. i wonder.. maybe i shld meet them still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been to a publishing conference today.. in there.. i'm like the YOUNGEST. and most insignificant one around..  head of xxx.. chairperson of xxx.. prof. whatever.. xxx being some imba big sounding organizations in the field of publishing / chinese medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkTekRO5-qI/AAAAAAAAAU4/lVQPIvcgWBk/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkTekRO5-qI/AAAAAAAAAU4/lVQPIvcgWBk/s400/DSC00107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351646971905571490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the talk was rather interesting.. the content is one thing.. observing them is another. there're 5 speakers... lets just say the best speaker is the third.. he.. well. he's the head of the chinese medicine research in the country.. and.. many many.. many titles on his name too.. [he gave me his name card over the lunch table.. and here's how it looks like] ...the catch is that he's 78, and he's blind on the left eye, able to see only light, and the right being really weak in seeing too.. he's got a slanted mouth and he cant speak clearly because of that.. [heard he's got 3 major operations but none took his life.. one of them made the mouth slant]. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes he's the best speaker there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's two authors.. one read from the script. he was standing up when he begin.. and somehow he just sat down in the middle of reading it.. he murmured and cant look up... the other author.. better in a sense. did not use a script. but he keep repeating himself. he's in a tao-ist suit thou.. good catch. but the content is close or equal to zero.. so =s.. he's out. then.. the 3rd's the good speaker i was talking about.. sensable and persuasive .. at least he cut his stuff short.. the 4th.. is eh.. very swaying speaker.. when i say sway is what he really do throughout his speech.. he's this extremeist that condemns all science and believe that the da dao [ big way ] which we cannot understand .. and nobody can really get the meaning.. cos there's no fixed meaning.. is the only thing that's in the way of preventing the end of the world. ...he tried to make it motivational.. like.. FUTURE IS IN OUR HANDS!..... i shall not comment any further.. the last guy.. eh.. from the commitee of nobel price nomination guy... he mumbles and he made getting nobel price sound like a piece of cake and too political... = =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh one more thing.. i was the only good audience who bother to listen with eye contact / or acturally face the speaker.. = =|.. everyone else were "busy" with their own stuff.. phone ringing... going in and out of the room.. etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. they are all very very scholarly.. they can quote great ppl.. time.. and event.. quotes.. like nobody's business.. very knowledgeable indeed. respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that's really the main content..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've absolutely nothing against chinese food... its good. tastes good. rather healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just one thing. wastage. the culture says.. or shall i say unspoken thingy.. the guests wont be full until there's leftovers.. so.. you order alot.. the more you order.. the better the hospitality [potrayed] and people share plates of food. when there's food.. you try to eat more.. = =|.. there's nth like "your share"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were 16 different dishes on our table and its a table of 9... all 16 is large serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkTfCXtcENI/AAAAAAAAAVA/S2l9Jz0U0Wo/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkTfCXtcENI/AAAAAAAAAVA/S2l9Jz0U0Wo/s400/DSC00110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351647489040322770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these were the 3rd layer of plates you see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-4788961518772656992?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4788961518772656992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/problem-of-eating-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/4788961518772656992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/4788961518772656992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/problem-of-eating-out.html' title='the problem of eating out..'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkTekRO5-qI/AAAAAAAAAU4/lVQPIvcgWBk/s72-c/DSC00107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-4526908828821033130</id><published>2009-06-25T20:26:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:37:58.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2. a decent life.</title><content type='html'>okay here's what day 2 is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkN5XB6IltI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Cl8tiKNLeGs/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkOKmBGE0YI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Jdd8SpiKZLk/s400/DSC00104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351273167979860354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkOJqPsJC8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/H7-719M2zWk/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkOJqPsJC8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/H7-719M2zWk/s400/DSC00103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351272141105466306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkOI13k7UII/AAAAAAAAAUY/a5yZJbrou5g/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkOI13k7UII/AAAAAAAAAUY/a5yZJbrou5g/s400/DSC00102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351271241279557762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkOIW5-AZ3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/2idFLwnX9wI/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkOIW5-AZ3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/2idFLwnX9wI/s400/DSC00100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351270709345675122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkOH2se54kI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GCnzitR-SJ0/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkOH2se54kI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GCnzitR-SJ0/s400/DSC00099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351270155969749570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had breakfast downstairs. buffet. but it was not really good. huge variety thou. my grandma and my auntie used fork and knife + spoon.. i simply used chopsticks.. = =|.. talking about westernized ppl. hahahaha. okay fine i did use fork later for my salad but thats really minimal. see! i'm a pure breed china man! woohoo. thats my grandma and aunt btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had trouble logging into blogspot the whole day. finally managed to come in at night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkOC_ix8FxI/AAAAAAAAATY/F2_aL-4avVg/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkOC_ix8FxI/AAAAAAAAATY/F2_aL-4avVg/s400/DSC00092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351264810425915154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats shifting away from the time line.. back track to after breakfast.. went to gym.. ran for 20 minutes but only covered 2.7 km - =.. needa increase the speed.. start slow ^^.. there's a tv infront of the treadmill. discovery + running in a dry environment is really pleasant i must say. should be able to keep it up. there's no weights training machine thou. or whatever its called.. i'll just work with the dumbells =s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma wanted to go to the supermarket.. First STEP for JIANNAN. onto the street and into the air.. it wasn't that bad acturally. morning sun is not so hot. dry environment is really nice. but i think i'll start to suffer on my skin too.. there's no hydration machine in the room.. or whatever its called.. *shrugs*. shall adapt. .. it was a first hand experience of the manpower in china.. there's so many staff in the market that i think its almost as many as the shoppers.. and there're ppl promoting the food and snacks for free tasting.. kena dao by everyone.. rather sad but oh well.. its their job right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great nap in the afternoon.. must be the exercise.. mum called at night to ask me write essay. that is really wtf. i'm enjoying the magazines here thou. uncle booked fortune and business week sorta thing. will not get bored. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stretches. now, for the uploading of my photos!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkN79chkbzI/AAAAAAAAASA/Bz8_G9k2z94/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkN79chkbzI/AAAAAAAAASA/Bz8_G9k2z94/s400/DSC00078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351257077805510450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkN85H0OCgI/AAAAAAAAASI/UwxqLwMtmb4/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkN85H0OCgI/AAAAAAAAASI/UwxqLwMtmb4/s400/DSC00080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351258103038740994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkN9OuPqWmI/AAAAAAAAASQ/96Wn3aA63qQ/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkN9OuPqWmI/AAAAAAAAASQ/96Wn3aA63qQ/s400/DSC00083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351258474131642978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkOLHQO45TI/AAAAAAAAAUw/oCFZH12U0rc/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkOLHQO45TI/AAAAAAAAAUw/oCFZH12U0rc/s400/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351273738979042610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;777. sia.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. here's some photos of me on the plane.. hahaa. the thing special about this is that i dont have a camera with me. but mum asked me to take some photos.. so.. x. x.. i guess turning on the handphone wont be much of a problem. xD.. and i did! wasn't caught.. there were no signal up there so no harm.. here's some photos.. wasnt very special.. a little of cam whore-ing for me hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-4526908828821033130?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4526908828821033130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-2-decent-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/4526908828821033130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/4526908828821033130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-2-decent-life.html' title='day 2. a decent life.'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/SkN5XB6IltI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Cl8tiKNLeGs/s72-c/DSC00084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-6082236752991052841</id><published>2009-06-24T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:39:52.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in BEIJING</title><content type='html'>the title says it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 hours of flight. watched league of extraordinary gentleman, and pinkphanta 2.. i'm quite sure its not spelt this way but i honestly dont know how.. the flight was not pleasant. honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plane lowered its altitude 25 minutes before reaching the destination. my ear drums started to hurt. for the god damn 25 minutes it did not stop.. i tried inflating it and stuff. chewed gums.. nothing worked. i'm stuck at my seat since the "seatbelts on" light is on and that ear drum pain is killing me.. when i finally touch down the system said its 38 degrees on the ground.. "wtf." that's the response. but it wasn't really that bad.. i think. i didnt really get into the sun and i have absolutely no intention to. getting that sun would also mean breathing in beijing air .. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only good thing is that the gym is within the building i live right now. it wld be convinent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh .. and coming out of the plane was ultra unpleasant too... medical crew came up the plane before letting us into the airport to check our temp 1 by 1. later on. 2 check gates for temperature. each with long queue.. okay.. i'm done with that.. then i proceed on for 2 minutes of walk.. huge queue infront of 2 lifts.. cos the only esculator refused to work... when i finally got down to the place to go.. i realized the train that i'm supposed to wait for has just left.. ..followed a flight of stairs down to take the bus.. waited again.. bus journey wasn't short.. ended up infront of a half open small door to squeeze through.. and go  up a flight of stairs to collect me luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is. its not done yet. the way to the "exit". ended up to be a dead end.. at least all 4 motion censors door are not working.. i have had the temptation to climb through and decided against it.. = =.. the exit was nonetheless horrifying. due to the previous jams, 4 flights of passengers ended up at the exit together. and there's their family members/ friends.. 4 flights of them waiting outside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first impression this time is the pollution [ grey sky ], 2nd, the heat [didn't feel it yet] 3rd. shit load of ppl. that i need not explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its that i didn slp enuf ystd. but today i'm suffering frm serious headache since the change in altitude that hurt my eardrums.. i'm not sure if thats the cause but i did knock my head on the furnitures twice here.. ...the last hit was 5 minutes ago and it hurts now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above paragraph is just for entertainment of the loyal readers of my blog... = =. i hope i'll fully recover from the exhaustion and headache.. then would be able to get into my slimming down schedue xD its dry air here.. i'm constantly hydrating myself but i'm loving it. so long as its not polluted. aircons took the trouble of cleaning the air i guess. three cheers to the unsung heros.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out. beijing &lt;3s us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-6082236752991052841?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6082236752991052841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-beijing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/6082236752991052841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/6082236752991052841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-beijing.html' title='in BEIJING'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-1097054600063779737</id><published>2009-06-24T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:26:06.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night in bt batok.</title><content type='html'>It will not be the last night for me in singapore since i'm rather sure i'll come back to visit my parents when i can.. but it is definitely the last night for bukit batok~ the place i've been in the last 10 years.. its still a peaceful place i guess.. it didn't change much.. but when i come back it will no longer be here.. somewhere much further.. i shall adapt ^^....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. c'mon.. a difference of a few miles would be nothing considering the 25 hour flight waiting for me... to the land far far away... i'm ready for a cultural shock. but that would most probably be 2 months later. i shall look only at the steps closely ahead of me incase of thinking too much xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time.. i really have everything packed up.. ready to go. said goodbye to my mug and my high ankle sneakers. put all the charms.. beads.. "fu"s into my pockets and everywhere... put on my black strapped watch.. handphone in the pouch.. wallet at hand.. laptop back in the bag. rdy to rock .. 2ml's flight. departing at 8.40. ... have to wake up by 6. did an online check-in only to realize more than half of the seats have been chosen.. to those who didn't know yet : we can book our seats 48 hrs before the departual.. pretty handy in snatching good positions. ^^.. for me i just got a decent windows seat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not spend my last day-before-going-back-to-beijing rotting at home.. it was rather happening since i've got ky to pei me play and shop ~ ~.. like always.. i have always suffered from inconsistent performances... i can only win by average .. and i did xD. maybe the nxt time we meet she'd be pwning me.. oh well. hopefully she'll  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lunch at essential brew was.. 2 words, freezing delight. never sit under their airconditioner.. its freezing... and the tea-ingredients in food issn't very obvirous.. but the grilled dory fish [thats the name i think] goes pretty well with green tea sause and lemon. .. whatever.. angel thingy.. [drink] is good for ppl who like sour .. hahaha ky can't take it xD. the dessert is great. please refer to her blog for that details... however.. it added to the coldness that i'm already suffering from.. both from the icecream that went down my stomach and the freezer blowing right at me.. first time in sg did my teeth chatter.. for ppl who wanna try that feeling. follow the easy steps i took ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought myself a shaver.. and tooth paste for mum for sensitive teeth. both items being my first purchase. i honestly have no idea what to look out for.. but gillette mech 4 is said to be "all that a man needs".. or something.. must be satisfying. and spent a long time trying to figure out what pills to buy incase of immergency happen.. after all i'm chinese.. and i cant read english stuff on those boxes ~ ~.. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben taught me how to transfer my phone numbers easily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was easy. rather.. to transfer 1 number.. takes only around 11 keystrokes / name+number&lt;br /&gt;the problem is. i have to transfer 300+ contacts. of which i finished a moment ago.. DAMN PROUD of myself can. xD. ...but this time my thumb really cramped..  now we know motorola phones are not user friendly.. &gt;&lt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its getting late.. i need to catch an early flight 2ml.. ty for the years with me. my brothers and sisters.. i enjoyed those days. and i'll always stick around in msn. our fate don't end here, wont end here. cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-1097054600063779737?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1097054600063779737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-night-in-bt-batok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/1097054600063779737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/1097054600063779737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-night-in-bt-batok.html' title='Last night in bt batok.'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-3355791463404613680</id><published>2009-06-22T23:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:22:09.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>packed my clothes =&gt; problems</title><content type='html'>well. acturally i didn't do most packing. mum did. she wont trust me with those stuff myself.. if i packed then i'll surely bring alot lesser stuff.. and make sure i take minimal in my hands. perhaps finish all the packing in an hr or less... not with her help. but then again. i guess bringing clothes for 4 seasons aint a joke. there's so much stuff in there that there's no room for books... how the hell am i supposed to survive that flight when my laptop battery can only last for 2 hours if i let it operate in full gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point is. its done. all tied up behind me at this moment in time. gotta shop for stuff 2ml.. i'm kinda unsure about how shld i arrange 2ml's schedule. but heck. lets take it step by step. .. the irritating part about packing early. is that we all tend to stuff the clothes we like to wear and easy to put together in the luggage... and then. the next few days wld be the hard times we run outta the usual wear.. at least its true for me.. EVERY SINGLE TIME.. i dont learn.. do i. oh well. i shall be impolite and wear random stuff 2ml i guess =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched all episodes of resident evil today.. there are so many stuff that we can question.. like those details.. i shall just give random comments &gt;&lt;.  like why the hell do zombies die by headshots when so many of them walk arnd with injuries on the head .. x. x if they can go on living for decades without food. and that their initial instinct is to feed... if there's no need for such a consumption of human flesh.. then probably it shldn be called feeding but instead.. eh.. violent assaults? back to the headshots. if its instinctive for them to move and attack living ppl..  and they can live like decades.. where did the energy that propel them come from.. solar powered zombies?  woohoo... and stronger zombies [ other versions ] dont even die by shots in the head.. wonder why...  kinda reminded me about cs... walking straight, at a constant pace is just stupid.. the blardy cross hair wld be waiting for your head to pass at that level.. 1 shot. that's good bye to the world.. one reason that those wall-clinging zombies and dogs are imba is because of their constant change of head level and high mobile nature. our eyes are built in such a way that we're more alert at scanning eye level objects and not up or under.. nxt time you guys play fps.. dont just walk straight. unless you're confident to pull the trigger on me first.  i said goodbye to a few stuffs that have been with me since like forever.. i'll miss you ppl T. T~    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sj-sN8z5FnI/AAAAAAAAARI/Y386dYnlWE8/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sj-sN8z5FnI/AAAAAAAAARI/Y386dYnlWE8/s400/DSC00031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350184238001493618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye v6.. you served me through my jc life. i like your cool flipping and we've had so much fun together.. &gt;&lt;.. rmbr that time you bungee-d without rope from the 4th floor? and the other time you went for a swim in rain water trapped in my pocket?  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sj-tBOLRCeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Zy5fK0-Wp_U/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sj-tBOLRCeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Zy5fK0-Wp_U/s400/DSC00033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350185118836263394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye notes. death-note wanna be and my council handbook. you guys pei-ed me through so many boring lectures and tutorials.. we've ventured through the boundaries in the world of art.. poems.. drawings.. craps.. you guys are so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sj-tj9n3rqI/AAAAAAAAARY/vnJu4JYtCWE/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sj-tj9n3rqI/AAAAAAAAARY/vnJu4JYtCWE/s400/DSC00035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350185715688255138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sj-t_IKnk9I/AAAAAAAAARg/L3Ecvab8NVY/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sj-t_IKnk9I/AAAAAAAAARg/L3Ecvab8NVY/s400/DSC00047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350186182374822866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've not been together for long, but i treasure you nonetheless. ur so caty!. and nice to draw on.. black and white is just plain cool. especially on phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sj-ubNwv0mI/AAAAAAAAARo/HDXMgL3y__4/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sj-ubNwv0mI/AAAAAAAAARo/HDXMgL3y__4/s400/DSC00037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350186664913261154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bag. very subtle and rather durable. you've flew all over the benches.. council room.. lecture halls.. meeting rooms.. canteens.. my own room too.. sorry i'll have to leave you before you finish working on your potential pair of wings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sj-u8GSHGII/AAAAAAAAARw/XJ_MYPi3f_k/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sj-u8GSHGII/AAAAAAAAARw/XJ_MYPi3f_k/s400/DSC00038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350187229841397890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;racoon and my rhino. i'm not going to say my last words just yet.. i shall stuff you guys into my bag if i still can. i cant leave you guys alone! i'm gonna take care of you ppl. dont worry. *grp hug*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly. checklist for 2ml's purchase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaver.&lt;br /&gt;toothpaste for mum&lt;br /&gt;ear piece.&lt;br /&gt;bandages.&lt;br /&gt;some stuff to curb diarrhea..&lt;br /&gt;and anything else that comes into mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i'm done. ky lets slp XD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-3355791463404613680?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3355791463404613680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/packed-my-clothes-problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/3355791463404613680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/3355791463404613680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/packed-my-clothes-problems.html' title='packed my clothes =&gt; problems'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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/_Kf6p8P4Mi-I/Sj-sN8z5FnI/AAAAAAAAARI/Y386dYnlWE8/s72-c/DSC00031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175507368718200190.post-4010473667877378892</id><published>2009-06-21T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:27:46.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>steamboat gathering about drugs and guns.</title><content type='html'>bowled today. injured my right thumb twice... i honestly dont know how is that actually possible but i did it.. although i'm not really proud of that i think its worth mentioning. hehe. its indicated as students [21/below] will recieve 2.20/ game but apparently that guy insists on charging us 3 bucks. i guess we're just too mature for cheap stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kfc's "ultra mix" or whatsoever .. that one that consists of one drink + potato+ burger+ 1piece chicken is not really a good mix. or maybe its just that my stomach is having a hard time digesting all the junk that i've taken in lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's smt about we guys. we will nvr want to buy stuff that is perhaps meant for girls.. or even hinting that possibility. zhihong asked us to choose a shoe out of the 4 he's interested. the only problem is that the checkered design does not suggest manliness so we kinda suspect that its meant for the other gender.. choosing something like that is the last thing that we want to do. so.. i guess he picked the 2nd most preferable. choices.. target audience... maybe converse shld divide male and female shoes.. save us the trouble and worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had steamboat with family friends. stuff i've learnt is that lamb tastes best compared to beef and pork... i've accepted the heat as a part of the steamboat experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other 2 issues are more serious.. drugs. well. not exactly. its more about mmorpg. those that know me knows i'm really someone who play a shit load of that.. an uncle made a rather convincing comparison.. mmorpg vs drugs. face it. why are ppl addicted. [eg. me]. it gives a false sense of satisfaction, there's no strings of responsibility attached to it. and draws one into a different world that in theory does not exist.. [now if we go into the thing about virtual vs reality that wld be a huge topic.. so nah.].. the point is. the only difference is that drugs leaves the desire to take again both mentally as well as physically.. develop horrifying effects and its illegal. mmorpg on the other hand. legal. it too deludes the mind and is. perhaps mentally addictive. we all love a world without responsibility dont we? where we can just give up a life for a new one with out much attached cost to it? it has no physical after effects like drugs do but i think they are very much comparable in terms of mental effects.  LIKE DRUGS. they wld relief pain from the blardy reality. but hey. we wont want that to affect our real lifes.. so. to hell with the addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sorry this is getting so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last one. about guns... or perhaps. in general. weapons. they tried to warn me to stay out of those stuff. i myself has no intention either. we never want to be threatened. by anything. especially when our life is on the line. guns is the most basic lethal weapon that we can think of. at the sight of it we know god damn well we're in danger. and the person who possessed the weapon is a threat. The thing is, although having one of those may probably "save us from danger" but it also frightens the bad intentioned + frightened opponent. and no we do not want that to happen. fear is a basic emotion that can snatch away our ability to think.. having a weapon just give an additional reason for the other parties to harm you.. just to protect themselves or perhaps eliminate you as a threat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting harmed in an attempt to protect oneself is stupid.. yet inevitable. applies to weapons, applies to the power and status as well. harm come in all ways.. and blardy hell we live a tiring life trying to save ourselves... trying to maintain the balance of power.. to possess enough to protect yet not threaten the other unsuspecting opponents to get the intention to harm.. unattainable.. imho.. even when ru philosophy from china suggests that its the best possible way.. who on earth did it =s.. even the philosophy itself gets challenged by critics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is too long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night ppl. thinking too much is stupid. stop thinking is perhaps the easy way to eternal joy =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay happy my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-4010473667877378892?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4010473667877378892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/steamboat-gathering-about-drugs-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/4010473667877378892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/4010473667877378892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/steamboat-gathering-about-drugs-and.html' title='steamboat gathering about drugs and guns.'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-8394820622155606377</id><published>2009-06-21T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:38:39.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>avoiding the topic</title><content type='html'>[re:random]&lt;br /&gt;and i beat ky in other stuff!&lt;br /&gt;[/re:random]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. tiring day. bought 3 black luggage bags, 1 black coat, a pair of black pants. hand carry shld be a laptop bag[black]. i have my pouch, wallet, handphone, belt, shoes, socks, spects. + natural hair and eyes. tadaa!. mib!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met a old grandpa of 70+. fit as a fiddle. he exercise on daily basis. consumes 3 litres of water / day. trashed youngsters in badminton.. formula for good health and longevity? maybe. but another motivation for me to pick up exercising and start taking care of my body before smt really bad happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are there fountain pens so expensive. can they actually be used forever or something.. what exactly are the meanings behind giving a pen.. mum said names can be engraved on 'em so shld be expensive.. doesn't sound convincing does it? but ppl still buy 'em. I love them. well. at least they look nice. and you would probably not want to use them cos of the cost.. then they'd become a decoration.. not much value in that. right? perhaps we're overpaying for those! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c905 is a pretty popular phone huh? i do love it. and ps. black &gt; bronze right XD!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-8394820622155606377?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8394820622155606377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/avoiding-topic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/8394820622155606377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/8394820622155606377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/avoiding-topic.html' title='avoiding the topic'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-8356079493029949127</id><published>2009-06-20T12:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:16:42.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiannan got thrashed</title><content type='html'>[random] &lt;br /&gt;i beat jiannan in pool the other day ;D &lt;br /&gt;i beat him in Hexic and reversi too ;DD&lt;br /&gt;[/random]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-8356079493029949127?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8356079493029949127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-i-beat-jiannan-in-pool-other-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/8356079493029949127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/8356079493029949127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-i-beat-jiannan-in-pool-other-day.html' title='Jiannan got thrashed'/><author><name>LuvedEnuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10539939932297371938</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-3175507368718200190.post-4477662444262919559</id><published>2009-06-20T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:09:19.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright!!!! LETS JUMPSTART!</title><content type='html'>hahaha.. good god i got motivated into blogging.. more like influenced... once again. i shall try to keep it up.. in the days in uni. or perhaps into my career and for life o. o|.. whoa that's a blardy long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to ky for basically setting up everything on my blog.. =x. i shlda treasure it more than my own work! so hey. more motivation to keep blogging ^^.. its cool right!!!! this new home for my crap that will come arnd every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after monthes of slacking.. I'm now finally done with the visa stuff and packed up rdy to roll. tickets booked @ wed early morning. think i'll emo if friends come along so its great bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to the bgm itself while writing this post.  oh man i wonder if i can keep my presentation in line with that cool song. on second thought. this is my place where i express myself so. HECK! listen to the fav song and read my thoughts. here's the package. aint changing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talkin' about that. i kinda recalled those old days when chiajone shouts those lines like "lets jumpstart" perrrrfect for the title for my first post i guess. haha.. everyone is everywhere now. trying to do all they can to excel.. and hopefully in days to come. gather. and be proud of each other. for me.. thats alot of stuff waiting for me. man's gotta do what a man's gotta do xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting that in mind.. i'll have to face the imparting of life experiences of my family friends this weekend.. in better terms. wellwishes. its all good. i'll take all seriously. with no relatives arnd, they're more like relatives here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.. shall end every post with something happy! good food for the nxt few days! and hell lota gatherings. so long as my headache wont haunt me in noisy environments it wld be great days!!! c'mon i've still got monday free! lets go out! whoever's reading this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175507368718200190-4477662444262919559?l=tradingreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4477662444262919559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright-lets-jumpstart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/4477662444262919559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175507368718200190/posts/default/4477662444262919559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradingreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright-lets-jumpstart.html' title='Alright!!!! 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