tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90835067788094850002024-02-19T11:47:14.853+08:00Miragecause some things are better left unsaidZhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-51695356489180963852009-06-22T11:30:00.007+08:002009-06-22T13:02:21.389+08:00Poignant Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBwPhy9NyDWpvFdFdvDU1e6cji8itVFJCMzAZ6qKH_NkOU0IOVpvyeIrXJ51FZPXVoXLoEtELe7yQCTQmcbdoEh_rOXomPlNKYZKEoX1nAuzgaA2PoEviDN45XlZD4wbWTcG_3zMroPg/s1600-h/IMG_7597.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBwPhy9NyDWpvFdFdvDU1e6cji8itVFJCMzAZ6qKH_NkOU0IOVpvyeIrXJ51FZPXVoXLoEtELe7yQCTQmcbdoEh_rOXomPlNKYZKEoX1nAuzgaA2PoEviDN45XlZD4wbWTcG_3zMroPg/s320/IMG_7597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349996902924538194" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;">Sleeping at 2 in the morning with tonnes of stuffs in mind can be pretty disturbing, tormenting and annoying at the same time. Have you ever tried waking up every subsequent hour when you are lazing around in your dreamland? And the same thing always appears in your head throughout the sleeping hours? How about when you can actually feel that you are 70% awake all the time when you are trying pretty hard to take a nice, comfortable nap?</div><br />This process goes on and on.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG10TJyQVGPlxWkafxx7XPwKz05jB4CEYOFPEhSB0HTgLW0NSMj_kSA6Jpuga-znEsNZg74X9-r_hlL0TTnlX7HIYY46GXmBFv3dKYKGzEbwHwErUh4b2VmteIeM8l4RwI_mpdSmhjqw/s1600-h/DSC07498.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG10TJyQVGPlxWkafxx7XPwKz05jB4CEYOFPEhSB0HTgLW0NSMj_kSA6Jpuga-znEsNZg74X9-r_hlL0TTnlX7HIYY46GXmBFv3dKYKGzEbwHwErUh4b2VmteIeM8l4RwI_mpdSmhjqw/s320/DSC07498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350012195313663890" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Happy days are over.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Life's a roller coaster.</span><br /></div></div></div></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-71645810748636469322009-06-16T23:56:00.007+08:002009-06-17T15:24:08.378+08:00Melancholic Smile<div style="text-align: center;">It always happens...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Words never go through my big head before coming out of my mouth...<br />And this has been my weakness for a long long time...<br />Well, I tried very hard but seems like it ain't working..<br />Hope things go the way I want it to be and maybe I should stop counting chickens before the eggs hatch!<br /><br />On another irrelevant note..<br />I must say that I'm impressed with this drawing done entirely using the programme "Paint" =]<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSM3Uvzg_6wT6U-WHZvrUJUma6-fURj9RbbtlG7pV2wfEyq8udefNpew17AYh7oyW0r5teOV3dh0BFS6Fjdz4MY3juEuWMyaESTHEH-x03shnluecAyMbzbscGnbe9UGEh3M-nIhndcA/s1600-h/=)2.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSM3Uvzg_6wT6U-WHZvrUJUma6-fURj9RbbtlG7pV2wfEyq8udefNpew17AYh7oyW0r5teOV3dh0BFS6Fjdz4MY3juEuWMyaESTHEH-x03shnluecAyMbzbscGnbe9UGEh3M-nIhndcA/s320/=)2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348192378872736690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKXRapAcCa9-ul6hVnXDchsfrd483GChcAC5WxYaBwDYstHJj0QPsgBNh6Y2UUL8omY6cx-7LJvfiGDd6EXfttJYWzxHE0_emZvE5fR5sGeNNxM8WWE0_r4ozMHnoKE0XXOKB1169yaw/s1600-h/Viwawa+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKXRapAcCa9-ul6hVnXDchsfrd483GChcAC5WxYaBwDYstHJj0QPsgBNh6Y2UUL8omY6cx-7LJvfiGDd6EXfttJYWzxHE0_emZvE5fR5sGeNNxM8WWE0_r4ozMHnoKE0XXOKB1169yaw/s320/Viwawa+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348192482476271986" border="0" /></a>Both of the cow pictures above look pretty much the same!<br />And it was drawn by Sabrina =p<br />Mooooo!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Vacuum cleaner<br />Or washing machine?</span><br /></div></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-61951499576025126042009-06-15T01:23:00.014+08:002009-06-15T22:53:56.115+08:00Thnks Fr Th Mmry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1eHMa7arLsezAFWzXZjjuNhdRrOVGrH2DtEAknB-mXXFwdoeAUknMdNCuZTVu91qglnzFYvw6WmIpsOj2BSK_Ahh7Le3hKw3vYPqD7OXOscT7P1ivhy2eNUjPaALpbKRCEIicOjemyg/s1600-h/DSC06774.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1eHMa7arLsezAFWzXZjjuNhdRrOVGrH2DtEAknB-mXXFwdoeAUknMdNCuZTVu91qglnzFYvw6WmIpsOj2BSK_Ahh7Le3hKw3vYPqD7OXOscT7P1ivhy2eNUjPaALpbKRCEIicOjemyg/s320/DSC06774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347385874656574066" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It was a really great day I had around 3 weeks ago.<br />Thanks everyone for the surprise. Appreciate it lots =]<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfk8EHSOh1IAk1kQ90Rn3Kn2u5GoKmz2jttuOw6mV9fFmHWRkvczQNzZY03FKPltdKiB4sI5N-iLu5b0ItIt8qKxaqwPeu06FwvLneE_HyGxEv64QYkBhMsq8uGdfWt0wdTUY0n5Svzg/s1600-h/DSC06781.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfk8EHSOh1IAk1kQ90Rn3Kn2u5GoKmz2jttuOw6mV9fFmHWRkvczQNzZY03FKPltdKiB4sI5N-iLu5b0ItIt8qKxaqwPeu06FwvLneE_HyGxEv64QYkBhMsq8uGdfWt0wdTUY0n5Svzg/s320/DSC06781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347387049701139746" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjDP96GsAqwBEVo6g1JOid2XPqQfbe0CHou68L_8UCk5-ButjgqnJVKHul8WgnxummHJDeyRDG2R2ulE8HVzkN-kx3uNjWQJK7gLy_mV4fjSO-LOFGKPRbQ3MrcWP5Yloiytvp1PyWg/s1600-h/DSC06782.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjDP96GsAqwBEVo6g1JOid2XPqQfbe0CHou68L_8UCk5-ButjgqnJVKHul8WgnxummHJDeyRDG2R2ulE8HVzkN-kx3uNjWQJK7gLy_mV4fjSO-LOFGKPRbQ3MrcWP5Yloiytvp1PyWg/s320/DSC06782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347388047704211650" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGRI9YDL1h1pNMwA8DT_6HnAqSikpyFeFrD1i-Sa0UXlQTJpZ-CcTDokkIWvZLkEGlv0zcI8h6hQgu1kw7NO9B0VyOoBl2_O73G_qai0nPo2YDRNEqs2PfPTXJ0_m9rJNAllFZC5opCw/s1600-h/DSC06784.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGRI9YDL1h1pNMwA8DT_6HnAqSikpyFeFrD1i-Sa0UXlQTJpZ-CcTDokkIWvZLkEGlv0zcI8h6hQgu1kw7NO9B0VyOoBl2_O73G_qai0nPo2YDRNEqs2PfPTXJ0_m9rJNAllFZC5opCw/s320/DSC06784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347389797605324498" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtUvBClxSp7kGiz2LkGBqRhsnzdgeeJemlKKjCngPDb8BTefzLVX3HX5qkhm9EzCBcK0i3uZo81R0fOCkph5SlHrrIFI4nXGD6ve0GAl_QmWuZmvWznGKLFZXlqwAVlK_-4O0j0xJ4bQ/s1600-h/DSC06790.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtUvBClxSp7kGiz2LkGBqRhsnzdgeeJemlKKjCngPDb8BTefzLVX3HX5qkhm9EzCBcK0i3uZo81R0fOCkph5SlHrrIFI4nXGD6ve0GAl_QmWuZmvWznGKLFZXlqwAVlK_-4O0j0xJ4bQ/s320/DSC06790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347392305064127426" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGx7PPFSuCgOFFSX_mivrCckJBN60ph7f0pg9EJfHBCo5Vids-iHKaWS6AzIX_GF_wrizlOIj_r7_35Nrh3yqzr12xZkQe2I2qenAfiFWIA8eRcgwEkDEXekFWliGPD0yxu9UB9ApRbA/s1600-h/DSC06820.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGx7PPFSuCgOFFSX_mivrCckJBN60ph7f0pg9EJfHBCo5Vids-iHKaWS6AzIX_GF_wrizlOIj_r7_35Nrh3yqzr12xZkQe2I2qenAfiFWIA8eRcgwEkDEXekFWliGPD0yxu9UB9ApRbA/s320/DSC06820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560855721766898" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlr-o5NOnx0oRythGvld-RRzZbfD9XguMjN7FzSSuGnT5Xn63L04Ur2T10WzGs6Exs8Vbolwgt2TSqCAtZwDuu0MyCTVGmJCIrR4GfA5qmwg7a_0PQwPW89B7xvTD7UzQxCni1TfNIeg/s1600-h/DSC06824.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlr-o5NOnx0oRythGvld-RRzZbfD9XguMjN7FzSSuGnT5Xn63L04Ur2T10WzGs6Exs8Vbolwgt2TSqCAtZwDuu0MyCTVGmJCIrR4GfA5qmwg7a_0PQwPW89B7xvTD7UzQxCni1TfNIeg/s320/DSC06824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347564190889664610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">WHY SO SERIOUS?? LET'S PUT A SMILE ON THAT FACE! </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34gdXFPT8WHcJ5Auadbn3e4-_aMho24MgUpxzdOWke0yjyffv5AiVOCH6NqG9BSW8EriW76R2ZsGoJ2hGPuMYipDsMx3a0t9ODMOLAthLPKJPDPo79mj7L1Vt41k0eD5OQtu-FryEvg/s1600-h/DSC06839.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34gdXFPT8WHcJ5Auadbn3e4-_aMho24MgUpxzdOWke0yjyffv5AiVOCH6NqG9BSW8EriW76R2ZsGoJ2hGPuMYipDsMx3a0t9ODMOLAthLPKJPDPo79mj7L1Vt41k0eD5OQtu-FryEvg/s320/DSC06839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347565547972990578" border="0" /></a>Thanks for everything guys =]<br /></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-27806207253933567802009-06-07T12:11:00.009+08:002009-06-07T23:05:32.643+08:00Life's not a Bed of Roses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-JXUcX2nVhcEJXXiW4xGdBVx0OotfVADtw2h_pWtDiN_1zuxwkeLNT7E95bgS_FyYhtU5kn91_Ii1sI1ssSdwXuVuZLVku02VS4BjnBVNtmRQa7mKGNysOZgLFYZSY8jK5VJjF3SeXA/s1600-h/V01_0743497473.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-JXUcX2nVhcEJXXiW4xGdBVx0OotfVADtw2h_pWtDiN_1zuxwkeLNT7E95bgS_FyYhtU5kn91_Ii1sI1ssSdwXuVuZLVku02VS4BjnBVNtmRQa7mKGNysOZgLFYZSY8jK5VJjF3SeXA/s320/V01_0743497473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344435036391045698" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Life's not a bed of</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> roses"</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" > - quote Jun Hsien -</span> <div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Jun Hsien has been using this phrase to me for numerous times whenever we meet each other. What's the purpose of him telling me that? I have not the slightest idea. Still, he has succeeded in instilling this phrase into my big head. Bravo Mr. Lee =]<br /><br />One thing for sure, life's definitely not a bed of roses. One has to go through all the ups and downs in life to reach their destination/target. Living in great luxury all the time is also equivalent to living a monotonous life.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKHHOhLhuwCjP2G1mMH0x4M1vdF-16uam9KQXjh-dzBKuxO9pHv0B3RcFwURQQmyFF6yMmpAxY0U57yeptq2RX16f4et6a10fy7L5byj-IdOoQMTp6j2onPoIvtQSER3K-K9E9hPMJg/s1600-h/IMG_5831.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKHHOhLhuwCjP2G1mMH0x4M1vdF-16uam9KQXjh-dzBKuxO9pHv0B3RcFwURQQmyFF6yMmpAxY0U57yeptq2RX16f4et6a10fy7L5byj-IdOoQMTp6j2onPoIvtQSER3K-K9E9hPMJg/s320/IMG_5831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344441344033754882" border="0" /></a>I choose to lead a life full of challenges, but sometimes the problems I face are no ordinary ones faced by most of the people. Let's start off with arguments. I don't care much about minor arguments for I have been facing it for the past few years, in other words, I'm getting neutral towards it. But when it comes to major ones, I'm left with no choice and to play my part in solving it accordingly.<br /><br />I'm always the one to be blamed for no particular reasons. I get scolded or blamed very often yet I prefer to remain quiet. Until one day, when I can feel that the 'patience meter' in me is over its limit, I will try to fight for my own rights, but always to no avail.<br /><br />This reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend of mine a few days/weeks ago. She didn't believe I am living in sorrow. But now, I guess I can convince you in believing what I said the other day was true. =]<br /><br />Come to think of it, I am pretty sure what I'm doing now is worth the effort. I, too, believe I can capture it with all my heart and soul. Till then.<br /></div></div></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-64981324458439254012009-06-02T17:44:00.007+08:002009-06-02T18:42:38.034+08:00v(^^)v<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh66FBIcjnxmxFdN4Pu9BS8-heCh9-3jrLyVumMhbQhME_BlobIX0PoKeyA_bcMUx9qre9XZRX83ciUyvW9O4SXKBquSsPcXduSQoeLCKi-AJmc_tnN-Kwmlw7mj7Z94hDk93GDS1VS4w/s1600-h/Bamboo+7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh66FBIcjnxmxFdN4Pu9BS8-heCh9-3jrLyVumMhbQhME_BlobIX0PoKeyA_bcMUx9qre9XZRX83ciUyvW9O4SXKBquSsPcXduSQoeLCKi-AJmc_tnN-Kwmlw7mj7Z94hDk93GDS1VS4w/s320/Bamboo+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342668523519791634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">*Do not disturb, I'm trying to get some sleep here!*<br /></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgy6MU6Tzpo5_lCLF9-u1X2TUZ0F5hh29X7HxkfeDdGWvMBQFsEfkc8lfWf_ULiDLJA0rDwOlJsc44oGRresdVNrUE0HY-NkcHdCVCAUPsqmUIVwOMX0LLN0ZIETCcOmUqQxn6n_Ulpg/s1600-h/Bamboo+11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgy6MU6Tzpo5_lCLF9-u1X2TUZ0F5hh29X7HxkfeDdGWvMBQFsEfkc8lfWf_ULiDLJA0rDwOlJsc44oGRresdVNrUE0HY-NkcHdCVCAUPsqmUIVwOMX0LLN0ZIETCcOmUqQxn6n_Ulpg/s320/Bamboo+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342667438029443522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">*You wake me up! Now get ready to face the consequences!*<br /><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVIkybBkZiDWdlrYX2Z-jn9bN8KFd9sC0WycEt3qC5vk5D-WYMbM7mXloSDUeWbwehPy36Omg2OTX4tHQHd0KJCiMYfLuKJAFtgLXiNzHXFE5ggadP-0l2rigSVldNN58gLIBtnNYRQ/s1600-h/Bamboo+12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVIkybBkZiDWdlrYX2Z-jn9bN8KFd9sC0WycEt3qC5vk5D-WYMbM7mXloSDUeWbwehPy36Omg2OTX4tHQHd0KJCiMYfLuKJAFtgLXiNzHXFE5ggadP-0l2rigSVldNN58gLIBtnNYRQ/s320/Bamboo+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342670504104601602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">*Now try my signature "Bunny Kick"!*</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkL64H0fAIEnyNdmMgmDBATVLiyYLAPSVtxju7oQiwwhUTtrEQ1qlHNKeDlF2lySepgXBa91-i5vI37d1zy_7_yLZoFVGKfMzm-zORw-qTHACGsfbEVH79PBYgtm3-SDJsCVDE6480Xg/s1600-h/Bamboo+10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkL64H0fAIEnyNdmMgmDBATVLiyYLAPSVtxju7oQiwwhUTtrEQ1qlHNKeDlF2lySepgXBa91-i5vI37d1zy_7_yLZoFVGKfMzm-zORw-qTHACGsfbEVH79PBYgtm3-SDJsCVDE6480Xg/s320/Bamboo+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342666082500719362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">*At long last, I can sleep with peace v(^^)v *<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Was</span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> browsing through my pictures when I suddenly came across these photos =]</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">His name is Bamboo Christiano Alurjaja.<br />Bamboo because we weren't sure which gender he was when he was still small and tiny.<br />Christiano because of..... ( I don't remember )<br />Alurjaja because we were inspired by that ugly leech-like monster's name in Star Wars. ( I think )</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">A very great friend he was... He never failed to put a smile on everyone's face when things had gone out of place..</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">I'm starting to miss him... LOL<br />Seems like more and more people are leaving this place =[</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></span></span></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-81823904448649048572009-06-01T13:42:00.004+08:002009-06-01T14:09:23.236+08:00Guilty<div style="text-align: center;">As expected, a lot has changed since the day my grandpa left this beautiful world.<br />The joyous, happiness atmosphere can no longer be felt by me when they came to visit us.<br />Everyone seemed to be forcing themselves to put a happy smile on their face to change the mood of another person.<br />One of the obvious changes I could notice a few days back was everyone lost weight.<br />What can I do to change this situation?<br /></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-54268057827772678912009-05-20T17:06:00.011+08:002009-05-21T02:36:44.167+08:00A Man of His Words<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjarvzC8YS7pAkvfdyquHyLHHHQ8woMqEd8jGrSIYQPsVIDC6e8R2EX7_kskxAk6FIbd8EAapHPYjVPZX228d_e4baqdzGcc9KARXRzlQIDzoLInY6VVl4LF9OBKE9qaTlqSIy_jxlIWA/s1600-h/P8230390.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjarvzC8YS7pAkvfdyquHyLHHHQ8woMqEd8jGrSIYQPsVIDC6e8R2EX7_kskxAk6FIbd8EAapHPYjVPZX228d_e4baqdzGcc9KARXRzlQIDzoLInY6VVl4LF9OBKE9qaTlqSIy_jxlIWA/s320/P8230390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337973120836415922" border="0" /></a>A step into the Coronary Care Unit sent shivers down my spine. A few more steps into the room, patients can be seen lying in their respective beds, without spirit and energy. So weak, even reaching for an object a few centimeters away seems impossible for them.<br /><br />Standing beside his bed, water started to fill in my eyes, for my heart was aching, aching so badly as if thousands of needles were poking it but weren't allowed to express how painful it was. But still, tears did not flow down for a smile could give him the courage to combat the current situation and the will to live on.<br /><br />Dialysis tube were inserted into his neck, a tube was inserted into his nose to the stomach to remove dirty blood from his stomach, and a few more tubes which I was uncertain what their functions were. Blood had to be taken from time to time to make sure everything went well, and this means needles were poked into his flesh for uncountable times.<br /><br />It was a heart aching scene. His hands were ice cold and so were his legs. I held his hands, and he held mine as tight as possible. At some time, he would squeeze my hand for a while, as if he were telling me he was very excited, glad and joyful to see me standing beside him, comforting him and giving him support. He didn't have the energy to speak, thus he could only nod his head and hold on tightly to my hand.<br /><br />It was time to leave, yet he wouldn't want to let go off my hand. Once I released my hands, his limbs were trembling and shaking. All these are still so fresh in my head, and it will be in my head for the rest of my life. Thinking of it causes me to tear, I can feel how much he loves me, and I too, will love him for the rest of my life.<br /><br />4am in the morning, we received a call. We were told that he was getting weaker. Heartbeat lowered from 70 to 30 beats. We got out off our bed and rushed our way to the hospital. Barely quarter of the distance there, the phone rang, and he left.<br /><br />It was a good thing he left, for he does not need to suffer anymore longer.<br />It was also a bad thing he left, for everything we do now will not be the same already, and one person missing in this family makes a huge difference to everyone.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0VLL3qcMZf4swOKAIO30Lzgwz3PMkQIHwqAFBBPWVy6WT_ukv7pZxW0I5nUN6USo9EFdOmbLIQbGEDoFJQjXJS6BymAmRYuyzow6bhssaXEv68yWHIte9o5BiqwFjFjqOChBlzECh4g/s1600-h/P8230366.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0VLL3qcMZf4swOKAIO30Lzgwz3PMkQIHwqAFBBPWVy6WT_ukv7pZxW0I5nUN6USo9EFdOmbLIQbGEDoFJQjXJS6BymAmRYuyzow6bhssaXEv68yWHIte9o5BiqwFjFjqOChBlzECh4g/s320/P8230366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337972195808993570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPZM7S1EO9n9scHJPaH1R0g9RrDBsG2UJNFJfWLDS7obI8lZWpN8S0liWkmDKCmGTKtl9PN26GjjeLQ5t0CISAZyL895F1ErRTaQi_LO5NkKYrIx0rpYYEn-QjBnRRJGALAV7eJo5_g/s1600-h/P8230385.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPZM7S1EO9n9scHJPaH1R0g9RrDBsG2UJNFJfWLDS7obI8lZWpN8S0liWkmDKCmGTKtl9PN26GjjeLQ5t0CISAZyL895F1ErRTaQi_LO5NkKYrIx0rpYYEn-QjBnRRJGALAV7eJo5_g/s320/P8230385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337970796605121186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You will always and forever be in my heart.<br />I love u, Grampa.<br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">He smiled...<br />When he heard that I was on my way back to visit him...<br />Although I didn't get the chance to see that final smile on his face...<br />But that smile, that particular smile, meant a lot to me...<br /><br /></span></span></span></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-47660243584686925102009-05-09T23:52:00.007+08:002009-05-10T00:41:30.701+08:00Reminiscence<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmBUDIWfqBSiD0HaP-NRQ2yh8Fqcl_XORqgw4sjRGOsXXixV5epCrTImIC3l3a5ypIisCgwWCq7XpDnhECUsHNVm75DP3sxAX7ZpuWlk_qy3IoWG2ympsGci0w1RlGj25ClALJO06OA/s1600-h/Milan1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmBUDIWfqBSiD0HaP-NRQ2yh8Fqcl_XORqgw4sjRGOsXXixV5epCrTImIC3l3a5ypIisCgwWCq7XpDnhECUsHNVm75DP3sxAX7ZpuWlk_qy3IoWG2ympsGci0w1RlGj25ClALJO06OA/s320/Milan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333856743540443154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">L to R : Lucas, Marcus, Me, Jun Hsien, Jeslyn, Natasha and Dorothy</span></span></span><br />A month or more has passed..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Somehow, all those memories remain as fresh as the fishes being sold in the market in my head..<br />So fresh as if everything happened just on the day before yesterday..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWHLTfKBMicWYLmS6gqbkLLBN0Eb_uJ1YzMraEXfofRaXS8heX2KYr0coqqjGDyIeDvXeu5RGjoVtHHDQAGd8liwKI-Iz_n3Tv5bpvDhP33m4pYlX-1-ilGaoLGgw03mK8i4kGWEvF5A/s1600-h/Milan3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWHLTfKBMicWYLmS6gqbkLLBN0Eb_uJ1YzMraEXfofRaXS8heX2KYr0coqqjGDyIeDvXeu5RGjoVtHHDQAGd8liwKI-Iz_n3Tv5bpvDhP33m4pYlX-1-ilGaoLGgw03mK8i4kGWEvF5A/s320/Milan3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333857437616260162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I don't know why but Jun Hsien always likes to wear the same color attire as me</span></span></span>, <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">even during volleyball training =D</span></span></span><br />Thought of uploading the pictures right after I get the photos from others, but am lazy to do so...<br />Until today, this fine particular day...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzJbqlw4mtoly_SfZln-lmUkQK_vpYe9yyk69UW8lK8fqEPWOa_ha8R4QzI54r0oocwfVEWdBaV7JNNKMidLpFVpcog2sb3vh7i2WllbV5EGjM0BG0X5irk0vzUgFJvOFUMTG9snVGZw/s1600-h/Milan+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzJbqlw4mtoly_SfZln-lmUkQK_vpYe9yyk69UW8lK8fqEPWOa_ha8R4QzI54r0oocwfVEWdBaV7JNNKMidLpFVpcog2sb3vh7i2WllbV5EGjM0BG0X5irk0vzUgFJvOFUMTG9snVGZw/s320/Milan+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333861969467289298" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpFajM6um2jzHscGVgCzVxgl7U5tVzWzuG8vQhp5vV0pod539SUOuJ0uy7wHuabmnL-lsz_bvv0LHVr-5GBHiqwdDhWprgMZMxo0rmWHMD6B5uJgo8y5ECU8QAeMWJmEk5TXdtd04PPw/s1600-h/DSC02047(1).JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpFajM6um2jzHscGVgCzVxgl7U5tVzWzuG8vQhp5vV0pod539SUOuJ0uy7wHuabmnL-lsz_bvv0LHVr-5GBHiqwdDhWprgMZMxo0rmWHMD6B5uJgo8y5ECU8QAeMWJmEk5TXdtd04PPw/s320/DSC02047(1).JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333862438779593298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Wash House Gang<br />L to R : Lucas, Kar Yan, Me, Jun Hsien</span></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">, Marcus and Ming </span></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Feng<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMCIxt9_VQ9ay7GDwk3lk836ldSMsIjFTcVfPO7SmESoM8NmYbfAP5kVU_d3BkFJpaZTu4r8oSZYDK6RJdCoMp0EyDNgXJvTqy2toMhZpYUoRmji-GLio7gytJrRg26GBK7iLWZT_Oog/s1600-h/DSC02040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMCIxt9_VQ9ay7GDwk3lk836ldSMsIjFTcVfPO7SmESoM8NmYbfAP5kVU_d3BkFJpaZTu4r8oSZYDK6RJdCoMp0EyDNgXJvTqy2toMhZpYUoRmji-GLio7gytJrRg26GBK7iLWZT_Oog/s320/DSC02040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333862918420687042" border="0" /></a>Not gonna comment much about the event...<br />Gonna let the pictures do all the talking...<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span><span><span style="font-size:100%;">v(^^)v<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Only 5 photos were uploaded,<br />but the proverb says " a picture is worth a thousand words"..<br />So there are a total of 5000 words in all the 5 pictures above,<br />it's up to you to come out with the story then..<br />=]<br /></span></span></span></div></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-11801923284402165032009-04-29T22:46:00.005+08:002009-04-30T19:42:33.254+08:00Fallen Apart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0aym-DCV_7_ZgbCw6bkTPmTpkbF_V5MYeYfRmPL94wBaf9QMMFI7zPpwqlgc2h3w88KQX7i5oDC7iTSXX0FnhsNBwpFDVO_Yy4JtxsKzl6AziZBMpTAMpt89spJiCAY4CPwwRIRuTw/s1600-h/moher.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0aym-DCV_7_ZgbCw6bkTPmTpkbF_V5MYeYfRmPL94wBaf9QMMFI7zPpwqlgc2h3w88KQX7i5oDC7iTSXX0FnhsNBwpFDVO_Yy4JtxsKzl6AziZBMpTAMpt89spJiCAY4CPwwRIRuTw/s320/moher.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330445171036791266" border="0" /></a><br />其实,<br /><br />想活在幸福里真的不容易。<br /><br />听起来是非常简单,那是理所当然,<br /><br />可是请问, 真正能体会到这种感觉的人有多少?<br /><br />就算他人真的活在幸福中, 那也只是一段短暂的时间。<br /><br />能在这时期感觉到爱和幸福可说是非常幸运。<br /><br />但如果当人一直以来所感受到的只是痛苦及折磨, 那对这人有点不公平, 赞成吗?<br /><br />开始时一切都很顺利, 有风得风, 有雨得雨。<br /><br />年龄开始增加时, 更多预测不到的烦恼不断的来临。<br /><br />烦恼有利与弊,<br /><br />利包括了能使意志力更坚强, 生命也不会变得那么淡,<br /><br />弊也不少, 但是最难受的还是长期的烦恼,<br /><br />大概是因为当人承受着一模一样的烦恼吧。<br /><br />现在也可说已经达到最难承受的阶段了,<br /><br />家人时常骂架,<br /><br />全部人都开始离开这个为一的家,<br /><br />跑到每个方向去。<br /><br />东南西都有人,<br /><br />只剩下南部还没有人跑去。<br /><br />所以, 读到这里的朋友们,<br /><br />千万不要身在福中不知福,<br /><br />珍惜每一刻幸福开心的日子。<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">何当共剪西窗烛, 却话巴山夜雨时,<br /><br />或者,<br /><br />悄悄的我走了, 正如我悄悄的来, 我挥一挥衣袖, 不带走一片云彩?<br /></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-88606022363386367562009-04-28T11:21:00.003+08:002009-04-28T12:01:20.820+08:00Look At The World<div align="center">Currently addicted to songs written by John Rutter...</div><div align="center">Although his songs are catogerized under Christian hymns, but I must say that the song's beautiful lyrics and melody are able to capture even the heart of a non-believer/free thinker like me =p</div><div align="center">To top that up, I found that some of the songs are somehow related to Mother Nature (such as For The Beauty Of The Earth), which should be played in places like shopping mall last week for Earth Day!</div><div align="center"></div><p><br /></p><p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/beqtOP7hVFU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/beqtOP7hVFU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p><br /></p><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z3uoYunNDC4&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z3uoYunNDC4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="center">Love it!! XD</p>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-58198974414735123532009-04-23T15:53:00.006+08:002009-04-23T16:53:17.411+08:00Funny Crapp Does Happen =p<div style="text-align: center;">Yeap! I believe things happen for a reason, but sometimes they too, happen to brighten up so many people's day =p<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For example, the day before yesterday, an accident happened on my sis, and yet it's a hilarious one!<br />If I'm not mistaken, she was in her uni helping out her friends for their piano graduation recital..<br />So, a friend needed her help in pushing the Boston Grand Piano across the hall..<br />Guess what, the grand piano went over her last two toes!!<br />She felt sharp pain and wept on the spot instantly XD<br />This can be illustrated by imagining the total weight of 8 Chong ShengS crushing on my body,<br />instead of weeping, i will die instantly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglzobD02-ffMpvD7eVC2CUhlmf4ZI2sCrjOhRm3KIfzTQJpfG7AnOQRlv7AeZkzc-oU8MGfdoV_6lL7oSEXtcRZZzP_xq5Jxz1GxHGDQCZ7x6LRk19WZGiawvNlCZqALUFDz7ntfECg/s1600-h/the-grand-piano-in-the.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglzobD02-ffMpvD7eVC2CUhlmf4ZI2sCrjOhRm3KIfzTQJpfG7AnOQRlv7AeZkzc-oU8MGfdoV_6lL7oSEXtcRZZzP_xq5Jxz1GxHGDQCZ7x6LRk19WZGiawvNlCZqALUFDz7ntfECg/s320/the-grand-piano-in-the.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327797028042009282" border="0" /></a>So, she came back and told us about the story..<br />As usual, my dad started nagging her, saying, "u better take care of your upper and lower limbs, or else u don't have to teach or play the piano in the future anymore."<br />LOL me and my brother couldn't stop laughing =p<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglSb783RCwi1zI2NJgLbhbIlUE3lMbCnhXGEjWYcBWH78SaApNZBjiOgiZKgELbF0jpx7Ufze7Tstw7vTpM9IqQqxvAqxBBrpvZPlVSeCFtNjqm-VwG4ZMQB9Pk80zvnhnz-aTJ0t2ug/s1600-h/p_0031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglSb783RCwi1zI2NJgLbhbIlUE3lMbCnhXGEjWYcBWH78SaApNZBjiOgiZKgELbF0jpx7Ufze7Tstw7vTpM9IqQqxvAqxBBrpvZPlVSeCFtNjqm-VwG4ZMQB9Pk80zvnhnz-aTJ0t2ug/s320/p_0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327798615457093890" border="0" /></a>This afternoon, i accompanied her to Assunta Hospital to check if there were any bone fractures in her last two toes..<br />We approached the reception counter, and the receptionist asked the usual question again (i.e. what happened?)<br />Right when my sister told him about the incident, the receptionist replied, "Err.. what?? (giggle) How could that possibly happen? (giggle) "<br />Me and my sister giggled too, because he showed us a rather hilarious facial expression=p<br />Even the doctor couldn't resist and started giggling =p<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXamD2AbmXTES0jM6S7rtIGQyBjvixeU2BbfOBtgUCt0y3Bnii1TEIGIseBIeOyDnD_oDhN_yxKfFgubgILOjhJKXeG2tN2ZEWCXFZFjL3h8SgAOii4CTcS8oyeAsg0kLNozILNomlew/s1600-h/l016s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXamD2AbmXTES0jM6S7rtIGQyBjvixeU2BbfOBtgUCt0y3Bnii1TEIGIseBIeOyDnD_oDhN_yxKfFgubgILOjhJKXeG2tN2ZEWCXFZFjL3h8SgAOii4CTcS8oyeAsg0kLNozILNomlew/s320/l016s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327801643961805042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The receptionist and doctor's expression XD (=.=) </span></span></span><br /><br />Did X-Ray and luckily everything was normal..<br />no bone fracture = no nagging =p<br /><br />Another incident told by my eldest sister made me laugh till i had stomach cramp =p<br />A foreign guy tried to commit suicide but he failed..<br />So, he was in unconscious condition and was immediately sent to the hospital where my sister worked..<br />By the time he was awake, the doctors asked a few questions just to clarify that they know where they are and so on....<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Doctors : Encik, Kamu tahu kamu sekarang berada di mana tak??<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Foreign guy : Di syurga!<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sounds awesome working in a hospital!! =p</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span></div></div></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-16737268859853717152009-04-22T13:19:00.006+08:002009-04-22T14:52:42.153+08:00Coming Soon!<div style="text-align: center;">Oh no! Today's post has absolutely nothing to do with the horror Thai movie...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The trailer for this movie really did freak me out when I first saw it..<br />But after watching it for free on last week at night, it was nothing compared to Ju-On!!<br />And the weirdest thing that happened on the day i watched that movie was my brother had finished downloading it =.=<br />But still, the quality is not as good as the one shown in the cinemas =p<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2WGQT8h6G_DDInCIc-S5anhFnHPkreSCFg2kjsA6_mRkk1J2O01Z5_Z7ebtIbPbL5sBiZioTC8ml6kqz_aIL5AonLx4QziHe5vUjsh4O-4t2hxLC5LlyglIylPspIKjGzyDAtT0_nw/s1600-h/coming-soon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2WGQT8h6G_DDInCIc-S5anhFnHPkreSCFg2kjsA6_mRkk1J2O01Z5_Z7ebtIbPbL5sBiZioTC8ml6kqz_aIL5AonLx4QziHe5vUjsh4O-4t2hxLC5LlyglIylPspIKjGzyDAtT0_nw/s320/coming-soon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327384183338982594" border="0" /></a>Truth be told, I feel like singing all of a sudden..<br />Not solo but singing in a choir group...<br />Not on normal day but Christmas Day ( you must be thinking I'm mad because Christmas was 4 months ago and 8 months away!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH67wrxqDZDgOCIB7HEI1VQM1BnOMwdXkDniK_rM4ZDdQR6YkyJF3gn-9-awxIdER_DDRjIh1JH9MJbI-GMOvWaX1vLETvGkKOZ60iJv_1s-hDhzkoqqIW9-QwI2AJEZV0lkdkwy46Cg/s1600-h/MountainDewChristmasTreeF.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH67wrxqDZDgOCIB7HEI1VQM1BnOMwdXkDniK_rM4ZDdQR6YkyJF3gn-9-awxIdER_DDRjIh1JH9MJbI-GMOvWaX1vLETvGkKOZ60iJv_1s-hDhzkoqqIW9-QwI2AJEZV0lkdkwy46Cg/s320/MountainDewChristmasTreeF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327388639187536114" border="0" /></a>It goes back all the way to year 2007 month December, when I first experienced singing in a choir group for the upcoming Christmas Day.<br />Singing in Starhill was indeed very fun..<br />Meeting new people in the choir group was even better.. (owh yea, I was the youngest in the choir group XD)<br />After we were done singing in Starhill on Christmas Eve, we walked around KL while waiting for Christmas Day to come..<br />Once the clock struck 12, we sprayed each other with the spraying can we had bought and even made strangers our spraying victim! =p<br /><br />The best part would be after all the fun, we searched for a spot at a crowded street where it can fit around 20 singers and started singing Christmas hymns for all the passersby!<br />Everyone in the choir group is a professional (well, not me but I considered myself as one =p) because they had been practicing under an experienced teacher for years. That's why they separated themselves into soprano, alto, tenor and bass range and sang with all their hearts out! (fyi, I'm singing under bass range =p)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja24ArU7frj3ovGmpQV9oUCWCTkSeNe_whJoCZBHHcTKvErq2NL1J2wKzAnpVzVPqrkOTC8YVWSVWUvbjRh3_Uy9hBhtv5CdyNHkJGpRpJdNuQXWlkGz9CcbC47MxKnqBhB1YC_2NQ1g/s1600-h/m_48singers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja24ArU7frj3ovGmpQV9oUCWCTkSeNe_whJoCZBHHcTKvErq2NL1J2wKzAnpVzVPqrkOTC8YVWSVWUvbjRh3_Uy9hBhtv5CdyNHkJGpRpJdNuQXWlkGz9CcbC47MxKnqBhB1YC_2NQ1g/s320/m_48singers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327399332888004562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The name of the choir group is</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> " The Dithyrambic Singers", won numerous awards in choir competition and is the top choir group in this country!<br /></span></span></span><br />Our voices were so good until we caught an <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">ang moh</span>'s attention, so he took out his videocam and started recording everything that we had sung!<br />Actually there was also another member in the group whose responsibility was to record down what we were doing for that night..<br />Too bad, i didn't manage to find that video in youtube or has it been removed? I don't know...<br /><br />Really do hope that Christmas is just around the corner so that I can continue singing Christmas hymns without getting lambasted from other people =p<br />In fact, I tried singing it to Jerrard and a teacher in SMKTS on the month of March..<br />Guess what they did, they gave me those stunning look, stared at me for quite some time and said, "are u ok ar zhuo li??"<br />LOL, I'm cool.. I do whatever that i feel like doing and I prefer being myself at all times =pp<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGac-mYvLoBqbkADqDYpzDP0Jdm8lOhqQkVa_P7EQueRjEaeR657iyhdMirRkWk967nupxO2ua1gW6iKKFBDar6SL33H_AAAn-L9fMv-wo7_53fV_mZXkVjHrVOep4a5XxT0qSQ_4Zw/s1600-h/IMG_7597.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGac-mYvLoBqbkADqDYpzDP0Jdm8lOhqQkVa_P7EQueRjEaeR657iyhdMirRkWk967nupxO2ua1gW6iKKFBDar6SL33H_AAAn-L9fMv-wo7_53fV_mZXkVjHrVOep4a5XxT0qSQ_4Zw/s320/IMG_7597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327404030616228450" border="0" /></a><br />Anyhow, CHRISTMAS IS COMING SOON!! XD<br /></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-11845565858291123252009-04-19T01:12:00.000+08:002009-04-19T12:57:31.389+08:00Music & Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPeP6r8oSRnoICrK_NnSsVqYrDM9qgxgDE1gEYLVwiS3F4m00T0TexZc1Z6G0th4Beex_aaZT_XEplbcMek-ENuxyu1dayaZmPHhwPc_9yDQtecix3pUv7uGF-fISzkhqJVN3BHaOOjg/s1600-h/notes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPeP6r8oSRnoICrK_NnSsVqYrDM9qgxgDE1gEYLVwiS3F4m00T0TexZc1Z6G0th4Beex_aaZT_XEplbcMek-ENuxyu1dayaZmPHhwPc_9yDQtecix3pUv7uGF-fISzkhqJVN3BHaOOjg/s320/notes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326082868289167058" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Music really does play an important part in my life...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A person will surely live a boring and dull life if music does not exist...<br />Of course, sometimes you have to find suitable genre of music to suit different kind of moods and conditions..<br />Of all genre of musics, i still find classical musics the best...<br />Well, to me, classical musics calm me down.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKf2FAwk7y5aFbKbdz0bVZSCQ5hOPIxmeCgbjhM79Ph5GNa7EjtLYdte7cQldJo1q9Kbw3SKGa728Dr0BA8f3DmX0_NCgHVIEwdvTSKf0yrerpSwYzauELqEtrFi_6lhFWqKQbo3z5w/s1600-h/o_mozart.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKf2FAwk7y5aFbKbdz0bVZSCQ5hOPIxmeCgbjhM79Ph5GNa7EjtLYdte7cQldJo1q9Kbw3SKGa728Dr0BA8f3DmX0_NCgHVIEwdvTSKf0yrerpSwYzauELqEtrFi_6lhFWqKQbo3z5w/s320/o_mozart.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326253005548735634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Mozart =p</span></span></span><br /><br />Nonetheless, I do listen to rock musics at times...<br />Basically just to follow the trend or else I'll be looked down by others for being a <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sakai</span> that lives at my own world =p<br />Tell the truth, music also keeps reminding me of what I've been through all this while..<br />For example, when i listen to a song that I'm very much addicted to at that moment, and I've made new friends at the same time, my mind will wander back to the time when i 1st met & how I've met them and will nevertheless appreciate them even more whenever that particular song plays in my head..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinBkMST1zjNpE0wn0PPXSBbDOeCWM2-4W3fXq3TZSrGkssNd0gefXRpKvl6k0tZiKwjg2dfxRGo4j-XtW5p-5Hrbdb65-bXZkK9YSq6Szjfw6kKPkCrEFfEGxhPpN1PBWLibG-OyMInQ/s1600-h/DSC05731.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinBkMST1zjNpE0wn0PPXSBbDOeCWM2-4W3fXq3TZSrGkssNd0gefXRpKvl6k0tZiKwjg2dfxRGo4j-XtW5p-5Hrbdb65-bXZkK9YSq6Szjfw6kKPkCrEFfEGxhPpN1PBWLibG-OyMInQ/s320/DSC05731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326260407301326834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The song "Fuck It" by Eamon remind me of the picture as shown above XD<br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8QjIBuoGr_AJK0q8PrwxfllsHmq39awyTB6xLm6IviMoqfyhls05iFVRb9boDRDw7UbV0Pso1ycm17xSxOhwlJMxGBPHzieDVfvo8lygFsgMkTddirdVqc2_X5MR8-axmrOnNMwZkQ/s1600-h/shiang+leng%27s+farewell+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8QjIBuoGr_AJK0q8PrwxfllsHmq39awyTB6xLm6IviMoqfyhls05iFVRb9boDRDw7UbV0Pso1ycm17xSxOhwlJMxGBPHzieDVfvo8lygFsgMkTddirdVqc2_X5MR8-axmrOnNMwZkQ/s320/shiang+leng%27s+farewell+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326261809893921506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Man I just miss this bunch of "kakis"....</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-51140091805610779102009-04-12T22:12:00.000+08:002009-04-13T01:23:47.967+08:00Failure<div style="text-align: center;">just got back from ipoh and i bet those who are reading this right now will leave a message in the chatbox saying,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"WTF?? u went back to ipoh again?? for what wei?? everyday ipoh ipoh"<br />:) well..this time i went back to ipoh for a reason...and it's a rather ridiculous one..<br />to celebrate my sister's birthday :p<br />since she can't stop complaining about working in hospital sucks and tiring...<br />so me and my mum were forced to drive back to ipoh...<br />we had done nothing much on her birthday except eat, eat and eat....<br /><br />another reason was to visit my grandpa...<br />he hasn't been feeling well lately...<br />most probably because both of his kidneys are not functioning anymore....<br />and he refused to undergo dialysis...<br />and the most shocking news was his kidneys had spoilt about 2 weeks ago...<br />more and more toxic are accumulating inside his body now....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVmMCJZ2Sg7AvqBu8bhkjQTDavBMh-PLAy_d8WPXBNcLXM3VZaxrkGdulBOEHqOiWHCY0LY52M6zR1fHrmskAjzaGJgfYK4di3J-pKn0C1hpJYPUmtOiiDU57U-QYr0EDDsOWa4gGPTA/s1600-h/P8230366.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVmMCJZ2Sg7AvqBu8bhkjQTDavBMh-PLAy_d8WPXBNcLXM3VZaxrkGdulBOEHqOiWHCY0LY52M6zR1fHrmskAjzaGJgfYK4di3J-pKn0C1hpJYPUmtOiiDU57U-QYr0EDDsOWa4gGPTA/s320/P8230366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323844805183312178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">that's my sister on the left and grandpa on the right :)<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">guess soon he will have no choice but to do it since a person can die terribly of kidney failure...<br />plus it's not cheap doing it...<br />has to pay a total of 2000 bucks per month </span><span style="font-size:100%;">and at least 3 times per week...<br />each session 4 hours....<br />that really sucks..<br /><br />something worth celebrating was that my 1st time driving at a speed of 130km/h in highway :p<br />was planning to accelerate up to 140km/h but </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">my mum just couldn't stop nagging me :(<br />anyway going at a speed of 140 sounds rather impossible using my car...<br />my old yet vintage car (according to jun hsien and steph)</span><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGjGo8qnEdGqD6yRSXCfyaWXbomJJjH6frT9ZzIzWsuXdurdn9Ot7_sQvkIKYq3iCccAcSHQaVYd-TTivQx44X1xiO0cr33M8FAN3B8AA1ePeobdMGw-V1pRBaTmJFPVKqDkb3Q4Oig/s1600-h/DSC04216.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGjGo8qnEdGqD6yRSXCfyaWXbomJJjH6frT9ZzIzWsuXdurdn9Ot7_sQvkIKYq3iCccAcSHQaVYd-TTivQx44X1xiO0cr33M8FAN3B8AA1ePeobdMGw-V1pRBaTmJFPVKqDkb3Q4Oig/s320/DSC04216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323853082615602834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">no...this is not my car.... mine looks much better than this :p</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">by the way, why risk your life driving at such high speed using such old car...<br />anything might happen though..<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/koDUdvTaBlU&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/koDUdvTaBlU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>sure hope this will not happen to me v(^^)v</span><br /></span></span></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-74091974855965356052009-04-06T11:33:00.000+08:002009-04-06T12:13:13.821+08:00Millionaire Anyone?So yea... people have been calling me lifeless for so such a long period of time already....<br />and I'm seriously getting so tired of that word...<br />but still it doesn't affect me much in any way =p<br /><br />last weekends, me and jun hsien went to a talk about "how to become a millionaire" held in Taylor's....<br />the speaker is actually a multi-millionaire that goes by the name Milan Doshi.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.milandoshi.com/blog/wp-content/themes/journalist/images/Milan_Doshi_016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 333px;" src="http://www.milandoshi.com/blog/wp-content/themes/journalist/images/Milan_Doshi_016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">he looks like mr. amarasinggam ain't he?? LOL</span></span></span><br /></div>his talk was rather boring (no offence :p ) but the activities conducted by him were just simply awesome...<br />teamwork is a must in achieving the goal of the activities...<br />i enjoyed mostly all of the activities...<br />and nonetheless i enjoyed working around with my teammate....<br />everyone was open-minded and they can really socialize with the outsiders (like me) =)<br />of course.. i got to know some of jun hsien's ADP friend too....<br />for example, Marcus, Lucas, Dorothy, Natasha, Ming Feng, Kar Yan, Khai Jack, Claire and a few more which i can't really remember their name =p<br /><br />haha...so that's about it...<br />just that for now i do not have any pictures with me to be uploaded....<br />guess i'll post up the pictures here when i get the photos from jun =)<br />and jun is right...ADP people are cool =p<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">i need a camera phone =(<br />it's really torturing me to not have one...<br />so many things cannot be done without one...<br />sigh....<br /></span></span></span></div></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-40489551843855580272009-03-08T14:34:00.000+08:002009-03-08T14:50:53.083+08:00Why Play Alone?call me lifeless or anything...<br />i' m actually still playing viwawa.. especially big 2.5 and groword...<br /><br />i even managed to influence jerrard to play groword with me...<br />now everytime when jerrard sees me online...<br />the 1st thing he will say is "BIG HEAD!! GROWORD!!"<br />LOL...im good in influencing ppl :)<br /><br />not long after that..<br />celine got influenced by jerrard to play groword too!!<br />viwawa players are not that lifeless anyway (proven) XD<br /><br />oh and of course....<br />with all the hard-earned cash in viwawa...<br />i managed to create 2 wawas...<br />both cute and adorable :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqerBxcErMKPEv8-Tm1rzrbp-ra5oAJZiC0RdwUiD1J1aQq0LUYVPcewF7QjPeoUNq4rrbXwZErzVZfk3tyynA96PrLX9MvyWwcOvoVZ8162B6hjeyc_H-WCswNOt_dTXC5jtddtUrlA/s1600-h/Viwawa+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqerBxcErMKPEv8-Tm1rzrbp-ra5oAJZiC0RdwUiD1J1aQq0LUYVPcewF7QjPeoUNq4rrbXwZErzVZfk3tyynA96PrLX9MvyWwcOvoVZ8162B6hjeyc_H-WCswNOt_dTXC5jtddtUrlA/s320/Viwawa+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310704854641091602" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />this one is awesome isn't it?<br />i like this the most....<br />look properly...<br />it looks exactly like mei shan :p<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Tbza_iGA16QfeqNLTRaxhESilB2h3diOVmBn1JTLHxgQhmi_x8zljkSov71odudfHCr_HT-WX7l_CGMxsw4S4on3B1_lV-7opbq42Dae-AIa8wmVwf-NZTVFkcrYu7GqGhdNrxYErA/s1600-h/Wawa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Tbza_iGA16QfeqNLTRaxhESilB2h3diOVmBn1JTLHxgQhmi_x8zljkSov71odudfHCr_HT-WX7l_CGMxsw4S4on3B1_lV-7opbq42Dae-AIa8wmVwf-NZTVFkcrYu7GqGhdNrxYErA/s320/Wawa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310704226924556450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i didn really like this....<br />but still.... it looks rather cute too...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:78%;">for your information....<br /><br />im going to create another one more wawa...<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:78%;">v(^^)v</span></span></span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVjBb9MXg80b77preZ1kqJ5xRXlkkPpcT3H9bZNrFob0rjENz5Sa1Y-i3lFyIrR6EMnm_TaAx88elJCFmbYOO8NHO4x84dmcb6Lv2H-ZFxkRJp6tYFvJ_KF890_pffH3xhcyC9wRI89w/s1600-h/Wawa.jpg"><br /></a>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-30157839550807480482009-03-03T20:09:00.000+08:002009-03-03T21:29:22.588+08:00Whaddup?Hmmm... my last entry was on the 25th of february..<br />that was quite some time ago :)<br />but still... i enjoy doing tag than updating random stuffs in this blog...<br />so please people!! tag me!! i beg of u!!<br /><br />oh yea before that.... happy birthday mr. lung!!<br />not gonna say belated since i wished u on that day.. lol<br /><br />actually there is nothing much to blog about....<br />life is still the same... no job no studying...<br />(eat watch sleep) X 1000 = pig (which is me) :(<br /><br />and of course.. not using my sony ericsson phone anymore..<br />that's why no picture or anything to be seen here....<br />sigh... hate it...<br /><br />and for all of those people who are as lifeless as me...<br />do download the show "How i met your Mother"<br />great show great story line...<br />something like "Friends" but i found this show better!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgYWNw6IcXIwF6oH5BaXeuna82T5JexfmYRyCSsZf2JJfbc-wW7ycdVRTvpGbk61sCruCQsUqj6DncnSdrKgQixgIg7QlUFfthLuid65CPsuj-BjN3bUxWfSb-rdr9rwhW3VclyC3qg/s1600-h/u.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgYWNw6IcXIwF6oH5BaXeuna82T5JexfmYRyCSsZf2JJfbc-wW7ycdVRTvpGbk61sCruCQsUqj6DncnSdrKgQixgIg7QlUFfthLuid65CPsuj-BjN3bUxWfSb-rdr9rwhW3VclyC3qg/s320/u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308952718277730946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfi68hTIb7RF6-B8h7kQ9Zb9Mc1vKocVNMMqP9e4CuwVvEBHxdg1Ehb7WMVkioNFHudPwWyXYAD-CdTKfeYJKjjRUsXNZcJProi44jpOinZVVxmxzjj7SUd1BglszDO6fZMwYkhC1KAA/s1600-h/how.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfi68hTIb7RF6-B8h7kQ9Zb9Mc1vKocVNMMqP9e4CuwVvEBHxdg1Ehb7WMVkioNFHudPwWyXYAD-CdTKfeYJKjjRUsXNZcJProi44jpOinZVVxmxzjj7SUd1BglszDO6fZMwYkhC1KAA/s320/how.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308950728752156498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />notice the guy lying inside the bath tub??<br />he is the best actor in the whole series..<br />with all his funny expressions and jokes...<br />i laughed till i had stomach cramps!!<br />plus he acted in "malcom in the middle" as the eldest brother..<br />no wonder he is good :)<br /><br />that's all for now...<br />till then :pZhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-60324700483664962782009-02-26T13:58:00.000+08:002009-02-26T14:53:22.245+08:002nd Tag By ChienLung :)<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">1) The person who tagged you is :</span> a very young, handsome-looking, soon-to-be-chef ready to cook delicious food for me and serve me at the same time waiter :) oh and crazy enough to do stupid things with me XD<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">2) Your relationship with him/her is :</span> since he is taken by someone...guess we can only be friends right?? hahaha<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">3) Your first impression of him/her is : <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">someone who can keep and share secrets with :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">4) The most memorable moments with him/her : </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">this is so damn gay... actually every moment is precious and memorable for me :p</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">5) The most memorable thing he/she has said to you is : </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">zhuo li.. "ni de tou hen da" =.='</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">6) If he/she becomes yr lover, you will : </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">have delicious food to be eaten forever....but still im a 100% pure guy who will never fall in love with another guy :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">7) If he/she became yr lover, what should he/she improve at :</span> stop calling me big head. lol<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">8) If he/she becomes yr enemy, what would you do : </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">enemy?? is it possible to be one with him? kinda hard i think :)</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">9) If he/she becomes yr enemy, the reason will be : </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">if my head continues to grow bigger</span> :p<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">10) The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is :</span> prepare ingredients so that he can cook for me :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">11) Your overall impression on him/her : </span>8.5/10 LOL<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">13) The characteristic you love most about yourself :</span> im a perfectionist hehe<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">14) The characteristic you hate most about yourself : </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">speak too fast (like what nam jhuen said)</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">15) The most ideal person you want too be is : </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">barack obama</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">16) For people that care and like you, say something to them :</span> thank you so much.. i really do appreciate it<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">17) Pass this quiz to 10 ppl who you want to know how they feel about you.</span><br /><ol><li>Zi Qian<br /></li><li>Stephanie Kee</li><li>Phui Loo</li><li>Chong Sheng</li><li>Sam</li><li>Wen Xian</li><li>Eric<br /></li><li>Rui Wei</li><li>Pei Wern</li><li>Grace Wong</li></ol><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">18) Who is 6 having a relationship with :</span> no one i guess...but soon she will get an australian boyfriend right? lol<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">19) Is 9 a male or female :</span> male+female :p<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">20) If 7 and 10 were together, would it be a good thing :</span> nonono....one of them gonna die if they were to be together lol<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">21) What is 2 studying at the moment :</span> a levels... a smart girl eh? lol<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">22) When was the last time you had a chat with 3 :</span> day before yesterday... anyway she wont stop scolding me everytime she sees me :(<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">23) What kind of music does 8 like :</span> japanese soundtrack?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">24) Does 1 have any siblings :</span> yeap..one brother right?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">25) Will you woo 3 :</span> ...........tough question.....<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">26) How about 7 :</span> me no gay....but if im not mistaken...he wants me... LOL<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">27) Is 4 single :</span> i dont know...cannot be single la this fella... sometimes he will mention about an animal...sometimes clarissa(u know who)...sometimes big mountain.....lol<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">28) What's the surname of 5 :</span> Yong<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">29) What's the hobby of 5 :</span> run run and run!!! and pak toh la.. what else? lol<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">30) Do 5 and 9 get along well :</span> maybe...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">31) Where is 2 studying at :</span> sunway college...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">32) Say something casual about your eyes :</span> big and sexy LOL<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">33) Have you tried developing feelings for 5 :</span> told u im not gay!!! anyway he is taken too :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">34) Where does 9 live? :</span> kota kemuning<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">35) What colours does 4 like : </span>yellow la... hahaha<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">36) Are 5 and 1 good friends :</span> just normal friends la i think..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">37) Does 7 like 2 :</span> hell no...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">38) How did u get to know 2 : </span>i like to annoy the crap out of her... right? haha<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">39) Does 1 have any pets :</span> dont think so<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">40) Is 7 the sexiest person in the world :</span> oh yea baby :pZhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-59401282235472104522009-02-18T13:00:00.000+08:002009-02-18T13:12:46.408+08:00Once Upon A Time<div style="text-align: center;">i've almost forgotten about my log in id and password for my blogspot account...<br />proves that i really didn update for quite some time already :p<br />cant blame me la.....<br />i had to stay in ipoh to take care of my grandfather....<br />he just had his operation....<br />but because he has diabetes the wound is not recovering fast...<br />hope he is ok now...<br />and no photos in this post...<br />cause my hp telah pun rosak...<br />aduhh....<br />kalau tidak... saya akan mengambil foto dan post di sini....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxUk7EQeILKlghPDGfxSY0FdKFWrueNwoif2r-rS8MvIs0ZG3cMUSzFeG1lu-fJdQBRIMATljqhCdSThyBgrWPhjfc570gMJHi2eRUh7sOZd9ZcGXOkUSH3JMB8hIrgY3TnnDhNucfQ/s1600-h/se_v630i_12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxUk7EQeILKlghPDGfxSY0FdKFWrueNwoif2r-rS8MvIs0ZG3cMUSzFeG1lu-fJdQBRIMATljqhCdSThyBgrWPhjfc570gMJHi2eRUh7sOZd9ZcGXOkUSH3JMB8hIrgY3TnnDhNucfQ/s320/se_v630i_12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304000907007436498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-7904579759908256612009-02-17T19:20:00.000+08:002009-02-17T19:45:56.731+08:00Me 1st Tag by Zi Qian :)Directions: Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a blog or a note on Facebook with sixteen random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose ten people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don’t forget to leave them a comment (”you’re it”) and to read your blog. You can’t tag the person who tagged you. Since you can’t tag me, let me know when you’ve posted your blog/note, so I can see your weirdness.<br /><br />1. 10 A1's in spm.. (forget about chinese :p)<br /><br />2. recession ends right now<br /><br />3. i love volleyball and badminton :)<br /><br />4. im a perfectionist<br /><br />5. every family member stays healthy<br /><br />6. i own each and every gaming consoles available in the market right now<br /><br />7. never lose contact with all my friends<br /><br />8. hope to travel around the world<br /><br />9. seldom update my blog (that's a fact right? lol)<br /><br />10. getting fatter :(<br /><br />11. no more environmental pollution (nowadays temperature can simply raise up to 30+ degrees)<br /><br />12. no work only play makes zhuo li a happy boy/man<br /><br />13. i dislike reading except newspapers<br /><br />14. afraid of cockroaches<br /><br />15. likes to make people laugh<br /><br />16. im very vain<br /><br />thats all.... and im not gonna tag anyone... :)Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-86054228294959508662009-01-15T21:23:00.000+08:002009-01-15T21:30:37.387+08:00Happy Chinese New Year<div style="text-align: center;">Happy Chinese New Year people...<br />i know its still quite early but i afraid i wont blog even after new year..<br />so wish u all earlier 1st :)<br />anyway nothing much to talk about...<br />just wanna thank melanie for the wonderful handphone accesory from japan...<br />thanks very much mel :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioYCoh1vFKTQFgSe_6OTCEbyfsEUlwcrRcgZz_FDCbfHRoxe4w35hTakbIKQjO4CqbQ9SCj3dVbxrstsyRy1Mq5Q3QJC8H6AJF0dyKG2XQ5ssb32YROws0o4HLER114Wbe0nbj3DxsJQ/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioYCoh1vFKTQFgSe_6OTCEbyfsEUlwcrRcgZz_FDCbfHRoxe4w35hTakbIKQjO4CqbQ9SCj3dVbxrstsyRy1Mq5Q3QJC8H6AJF0dyKG2XQ5ssb32YROws0o4HLER114Wbe0nbj3DxsJQ/s320/DSC00481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291511394334036322" border="0" /></a>very nice right?<br />it's a sushi!! not only its nice... it has a pretty amazing function too...<br />that is it helps to clean the handphone screen when its too oily or dirty..<br />that's all i guess....<br />happy new year everyone :)<br /></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-82379787868030945972009-01-07T02:01:00.000+08:002009-01-07T02:12:58.616+08:00Hopes<div style="text-align: left;">life's complicated eh?<br /><br />so many things happen in one time<br /><br />yet so little time to settle all of it..<br /><br />time is not on my side...<br /><br />and i have not made any decision..<br /><br />he scolded me in a very terrible way... but every word makes perfect sense..<br /><br />should i listen to what he said and act like a man?<br /><br />or just sit down and do nothing, and rot in hell?<br /><br />i dont know..<br /><br />hope time can be stopped and everything remains unchanged..<br /><br />hope i wont regret with every decision i make..<br /><br />hope that it wont change as time flies..<br /><br />hope that everything can wait for me...<br /></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-14830340689006975332009-01-07T01:09:00.000+08:002009-01-07T02:01:28.559+08:00SAVE me!!!<div style="text-align: center;">blogging is fun...<br />but im just too lazy to sit in front of my computer and start typing for the next few minutes..<br />lol... but if i dont make a move now... miss cow will surely kill me the next time she sees me..<br />yesterday chatted with wai yew and he told me the taman sea gang have lunch together in taylors..<br />man... beh song u all already wei...<br />how can u people go for lunch without me...?<br />hope that i can join u guys soon...<br />not in taylors but somewhere near..<br />kayu anyone??<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRM3Re9Rz0pETjQ6OpMXSMqEdXNdlqA7mDLv6vJtdmCjqTSVsDiCLV17H4n7FHIYzfj5R_mrcdslvpM-m9tvlyCjgaT_Q8H6BRsp3CYbV25LU3VWZOrrW1rQaEYa8cAkAgGDx0jk2NA/s1600-h/kayurotitissue1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRM3Re9Rz0pETjQ6OpMXSMqEdXNdlqA7mDLv6vJtdmCjqTSVsDiCLV17H4n7FHIYzfj5R_mrcdslvpM-m9tvlyCjgaT_Q8H6BRsp3CYbV25LU3VWZOrrW1rQaEYa8cAkAgGDx0jk2NA/s320/kayurotitissue1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288232130544929570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">but i bet no one will go... everyone is busy with their college stuffs now :(</span><br /><br /></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-68060597514791437712008-12-31T11:34:00.000+08:002008-12-31T12:28:02.270+08:0031 December 2008<div style="text-align: center;">today is the last day of year 2008..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">to some people, they may feel happy and nervous welcoming another new year..<br />but to me, i don't feel that feeling anymore just like for the past few years..<br />maybe this is the time where each and everyone will head towards different road and direction, pursuing their own goal and dream career..<br />the feeling is like so complicated...<br />perhaps i don't want myself to become older...<br />just hope that i can keep on doing form 5 in high school with all my buddies..<br />that would be so cool right? doing all the crazy things again together with close friends and never have to care about what other people think..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNh9MDmyqZTpIQhekT3uq90b-SdAp4XGnLhczIl7pGzzAx704CT9ukg1NlALCAxG7GN9AuxgrLHCRJmQGnuQnlagPK54gSEbsMluESLj_ktugU6gclyRLOxmeQqOFdE9PDAvB9FhCrtA/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNh9MDmyqZTpIQhekT3uq90b-SdAp4XGnLhczIl7pGzzAx704CT9ukg1NlALCAxG7GN9AuxgrLHCRJmQGnuQnlagPK54gSEbsMluESLj_ktugU6gclyRLOxmeQqOFdE9PDAvB9FhCrtA/s320/DSC00419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793406555234178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">On the way back from Pangkor with JNJ... the guy beside me has a belly..and also the one of the founder of JNJ :)<br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">these friends have defini</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">t</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">ely taught me how life can be so great..</span><br /></span>to appreciate life and try new stuffs together..<br />without them, life will be very dull...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipKTo7aozhPo29eUYAZ-3Tz9FP8WhftTZePjcB-j-MbC1L4MmZgOBI5-Scv9w9oYMCMT04M94t6fZjxSX-_DK9UkymToqc5PKAhhGZE0RKNlvRDGIRzpK7wbd8NnOrBMTjifyLN-RH2A/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipKTo7aozhPo29eUYAZ-3Tz9FP8WhftTZePjcB-j-MbC1L4MmZgOBI5-Scv9w9oYMCMT04M94t6fZjxSX-_DK9UkymToqc5PKAhhGZE0RKNlvRDGIRzpK7wbd8NnOrBMTjifyLN-RH2A/s320/DSC00391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285800050656272514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">president of JNJ.. but he has gone to national service.. guess he has to do push up while enjoying fireworks tonight =p<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafHxmWP6GHoAgQ5zfzynu7e3oKMmYOOX5Z5PI5YwioXlfYjZRBwL3ppffNOZw6JQalQm0hbz3l_PXlyE3XFCfpjvorCoJz7eBbFG9bOG6rAVkrWIrU8O00IKeWt__8YxUCnIcBw0SSA/s1600-h/DSC00060.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafHxmWP6GHoAgQ5zfzynu7e3oKMmYOOX5Z5PI5YwioXlfYjZRBwL3ppffNOZw6JQalQm0hbz3l_PXlyE3XFCfpjvorCoJz7eBbFG9bOG6rAVkrWIrU8O00IKeWt__8YxUCnIcBw0SSA/s320/DSC00060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285800849987415650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">chien lung, the one that kept me accompany all these while in the class by sitting beside me, talking unnecessary stuffs and can be lame at times..<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">they</span> are more actually... just that it takes me years to upload one photo..<br />anyway let me list these names out...LOL<br />1. jun hsien<br />2. vinser chan<br />3. chong sheng<br />4. mei shan<br />5. grace wong<br />6. stephanie<br />7. natasha marie<br />8. kian min<br />9. grace chee<br />10. shawn<br />11. shaun<br />12. wai yew<br />13. shih yian<br />14. phui loo<br />15.etc...<br />very long list actually.. looks like listing out these names is a very stupid decision :)<br />anyway, time flies..how wish that i am one of those guys in the drama 'heroes'..<br />Hiro (i think) that can stop time..not to save the world but to just let the world freeze for 1 hour..<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAq7qeJRi2e6s30MMOZIRTPqnimOtsCwAOc3FtRXi9-H85GFCnCkQtaZNTzCXNK_bIstQffdWv3rcuQVQfzKZQpxybZxVkE8pfeb0xzJ8YkSU2Y_H5uuDVOWFyGhj626lnHyMmRZA_Tg/s1600-h/FF_raves_heroes1_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAq7qeJRi2e6s30MMOZIRTPqnimOtsCwAOc3FtRXi9-H85GFCnCkQtaZNTzCXNK_bIstQffdWv3rcuQVQfzKZQpxybZxVkE8pfeb0xzJ8YkSU2Y_H5uuDVOWFyGhj626lnHyMmRZA_Tg/s320/FF_raves_heroes1_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285804087627330530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">he looks rather handsome :)<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">no matter what it is.. life still goes on and make sure we live life to the fullest, with no regrets..<br />i</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">have no regrets because to me, people around me have made my life a colorful one..<br /><br />so... lets welcome year 2009 together!!<br />and start another chapter of life with new people.. not forgetting about the close buddies we used to have in high school..<br /></span></span></div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083506778809485000.post-57305489264688748082008-12-30T12:15:00.000+08:002008-12-31T11:45:32.189+08:00You Don't Mess With The "Wen Xian"<div style="text-align: center;">yesterday me, chien lung, kian min, vinser and hong chun went to grace's house to help her out in shifting her house..</div><div align="center">she's going to shift from taman megah to tropicana..</div><div align="center">looks like everyone is going to leave their old house</div><div align="center">jun hsien is shifting...</div><div align="center">grace chee is shifting....</div><div align="center">grace wong is shifting....</div><div align="center">chien lung is shifting....</div><div align="center">hong chun is shifting...</div><div align="center">and a few more which i cant recall who are them..</div><div align="center">the question now is why is everyone shifting when recession is going to happen next year??</div><div align="center">LOL looks like what is written in the papers is true..</div><div align="center">Malaysians seems to not care about this matter at all :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">after shifting, we decided to go yum cha in a mamak in aman suria..</div><div align="center">everyone was happily chatting and all of a sudden wen xian mentioned about the pimples in vinser's face...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAAYEpfebhlxobhueMFIkEn77M153NUo6tgx5EstkzQ44iKMELAc40_lFmU64IQB34K-oodCw_h9nOx5zqM6jy-PDAmzIv7Bc8e7bcD9ko1eJNAzRRcFPKvrHuDjVDDFfPSN5FcoFKOg/s1600-h/Photo-0160.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAAYEpfebhlxobhueMFIkEn77M153NUo6tgx5EstkzQ44iKMELAc40_lFmU64IQB34K-oodCw_h9nOx5zqM6jy-PDAmzIv7Bc8e7bcD9ko1eJNAzRRcFPKvrHuDjVDDFfPSN5FcoFKOg/s320/Photo-0160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285437053109694450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">wen xian : hey vinser, can i squeeze those pimples on</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> ur face? im really good at it...</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span>everyone cant stop laughing after that :)<br />cant blame wen xian after all since vinser's started this topic 1st :)<br />after that we went to tbun for a few rounds of CS..<br />wen xian was very blur and excited (her 1st time i guess)..<br />we took bus back to kj station after that..<br /><br />and in the bus stop.. wen xian suddenly...<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3abI6SxxWVnJR87L4Le5WQP3rh0QOrCpuInkJ_E_uyBd2tyA2CGpk6_xSao-gcakER81ul6uhCzt5dEMBYz1PVzUeukO0LDJIddnscsRK2KvWm9r7rUBxaV5MrXpQirIevBC9pVP2AQ/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3abI6SxxWVnJR87L4Le5WQP3rh0QOrCpuInkJ_E_uyBd2tyA2CGpk6_xSao-gcakER81ul6uhCzt5dEMBYz1PVzUeukO0LDJIddnscsRK2KvWm9r7rUBxaV5MrXpQirIevBC9pVP2AQ/s320/DSC00395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285439613782467042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">wen xian : OMG , zhuoli u have the nicest eyelashes for asian i have ever seen!! </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span>haha..she complimented me :) and she was amazed with my eyelashes.. haha<br />then the topic went back to vinser's pimples again<br />and then... body weight...<br />one thing i know for sure, she is very afra</span><span style="font-size:100%;">id of getting overweight..<br />and her BMI is going to fall into the overweight category..<br />and she was so worried about it...<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDMRKUXLYqU3BoAiA9TfdNXiTkA9DvucBp2jvgdbOugTW7Hifgxj7HsiPBEVb3s8SYzP4koV7TsNBZuScwC11TU6LHpIGt8ECTz0uHV4Obi7gn928fIGR6FhlICQBCftOecnwgyBpmQ/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDMRKUXLYqU3BoAiA9TfdNXiTkA9DvucBp2jvgdbOugTW7Hifgxj7HsiPBEVb3s8SYzP4koV7TsNBZuScwC11TU6LHpIGt8ECTz0uHV4Obi7gn928fIGR6FhlICQBCftOecnwgyBpmQ/s320/DSC00446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285443440708148450" border="0" /></a>so if i were u guys out there, i wouldn't wanna mess with australian ladies... :)<br /></div><br /><div align="center"> </div>Zhuo Lihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139485344905862534noreply@blogger.com0