<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:34:41.850+08:00</updated><category term='will appreicate what i have'/><category term='sometimes must think faster...not run faster...'/><category term='If not GAIA will not let you off...'/><category term='am i alright?'/><category term='not for long.'/><category term='tired to the max'/><category term='Dun pray pray...'/><category term='a certain reason'/><category term='to apologise?'/><category term='Just be true to who you are'/><category term='.......trust no-one...'/><category term='I entered into SMU'/><category term='To give or not to give?'/><category term='i wished for the rain and it did came'/><category term='how lucky...'/><category term='how can i stop...'/><category term='ORD loh'/><category term='that&apos;s me...'/><category term='a short victorian poem'/><category term='to the fullest'/><category term='So be good or bad?'/><category term='Be back in 1 months time...'/><category term='during the hard times...'/><category term='wat to say'/><category term='do i really care..'/><category term='It&apos;s my time too...'/><category term='i hope i can live to see this day...'/><category term='this is it...'/><category term='your sufferings'/><category term='Stand up and walk on...'/><category term='trends of msn...'/><category term='maybe u do not see it...'/><category term='early in the morning'/><category term='where are the diamonds...'/><category term='my own car..'/><category term='how real or simple can it get...'/><category term='maybe not..'/><category term='circle of life...'/><category term='why? 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See the world from my point of view, some people say I have a messed up view. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-2357773685056517972</id><published>2011-07-24T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:45:45.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Windows Phone Mango features</title><content type='html'>I am loving my phone so much..!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango update will be awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z54GnC_0IP8?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S-VFIRntUgE?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VlfamlBYqU0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S6Seyf87O-E?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1rtCsIhB-K4?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sgQUgZEioFw?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GTP9GeEAwcs?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2wMj0AaKCzw?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-2357773685056517972?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/2357773685056517972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=2357773685056517972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/2357773685056517972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/2357773685056517972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-windows-phone-mango-features.html' title='New Windows Phone Mango features'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/z54GnC_0IP8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-4817277903712043208</id><published>2011-04-14T12:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:44:02.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good luck'/><title type='text'>We love Windows phone</title><content type='html'>Nope I am not a Fan boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supporting the creator of the video. He has to achieve at least 200,000 viewership in order to have this video featured on TV. Who would have thought that this could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite surprise how Microsoft have been reaching out to people with talents, and I appreciate the actions that they have taken. All the best Brandon. 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And now it's back. This was a new module offered this term and the expectations were high. We see ourselves having to work all night just to deliver the projects and assignments which I felt was a little too much to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally over for cloud and I am happy. This is one module I took this term that I was happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank my group for the much appreciated effort and time that they have put into this project together with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out our project @ &lt;a href="http://ad-pix.appspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or try searching for it in Google with the phrase "Singapore deals"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qh5kVPywUv0/TaBXfdHMdAI/AAAAAAAAAig/MK0w33YNtpg/s1600/WP_000108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qh5kVPywUv0/TaBXfdHMdAI/AAAAAAAAAig/MK0w33YNtpg/s320/WP_000108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593566935096521730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-4998419567937801135</id><published>2011-03-24T03:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T04:01:42.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but i&apos;ll be affected'/><title type='text'>i just wanted to watch it again</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8a9cfc1306d3faae" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-7657231198477440403</id><published>2011-03-17T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:20:40.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will i apply what i learn thats the question'/><title type='text'>I learn everyday</title><content type='html'>I would say that this week was a week where I got a few confident booster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I've got a comment from my prof. that I presented extremely well she even came to me and talked to me. I am usually avoiding the profs and instructors because I do not like the biasness that could be generated interacting with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call it a skill, the skill to please. Well, I'll have no comments for that. There is a different when you consult and when you get close. Even without any hidden intentions, humans are humans and emotions and relationship builds that way.&lt;br /&gt;The world is never fair but you do not have to do that to prove the world is unfair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview this week I believe was a confidence booster as well although I don't think I did well because the interviewer do not seem to like me that much. But its ok. Positive thinking, at least I answers a puzzle correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People start saying I'm looking good as well after the hair cut and new look. It's great to know people noticed me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone is really busy now.. But I still think busy is always a good excuse. How do I know that? I used it as well. What a sucker ... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-7657231198477440403?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/7657231198477440403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=7657231198477440403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/7657231198477440403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/7657231198477440403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-learn-everyday.html' title='I learn everyday'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-4754653170677604288</id><published>2011-03-12T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T12:14:39.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j9NoamfBPCc/TXrzFHj_dRI/AAAAAAAAAhs/XoSFct8iCcc/s1600/idk12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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"I'll let you know when I let you know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many people who are closing their life. Not talking and telling people things. But why? Why would people like myself build walls around.&lt;br /&gt;I learned that from a book "POWER". It explains that by letting people know more about you; you will be open and vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think that people now keep things to themselves not because of this reason. They just want to keep things from people so that people will think that everything is alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people tell me that if one person is emotional and sad, that person will not be liked and people will tend to avoid that person. I do agree and see that point as being valid. That leads me to the point where maybe that's where everyone need a counselor to turn to when they feel stress and depress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gray line is between when do you turn to your friends? What are friends for? Irony, because there are people who say that friends are there when you need them and when you face problems. But do you need friends when you have a counselor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know maybe a counselor will help since the other don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-752488047808536331?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/752488047808536331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=752488047808536331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/752488047808536331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/752488047808536331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2011/02/ill-let-you-know-when-i-let-you-know.html' title='i&apos;ll let you know when i let you know'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-57827065494134493</id><published>2011-01-16T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T11:03:51.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ISFJ'/><title type='text'>When something is inbuilt in you</title><content type='html'>Portrait of an ISFJ - Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging&lt;br /&gt;(Introverted Sensing with Extraverted Feeling)&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;The Nurturer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an ISFJ, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you takes things in via your five senses in a literal, concrete fashion. Your secondary mode is external, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit into your personal value system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFJs live in a world that is concrete and kind. They are truly warm and kind-hearted, and want to believe the best of people. They value harmony and cooperation, and are likely to be very sensitive to other people's feelings. People value the ISFJ for their consideration and awareness, and their ability to bring out the best in others by their firm desire to believe the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFJs have a rich inner world that is not usually obvious to observers. They constantly take in information about people and situations that is personally important to them, and store it away. This tremendous store of information is usually startlingly accurate, because the ISFJ has an exceptional memory about things that are important to their value systems. It would not be uncommon for the ISFJ to remember a particular facial expression or conversation in precise detail years after the event occured, if the situation made an impression on the ISFJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFJs have a very clear idea of the way things should be, which they strive to attain. They value security and kindness, and respect traditions and laws. They tend to believe that existing systems are there because they work. Therefore, they're not likely to buy into doing things in a new way, unless they're shown in a concrete way why its better than the established method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFJs learn best by doing, rather than by reading about something in a book, or applying theory. For this reason, they are not likely to be found in fields which require a lot of conceptual analysis or theory. They value practical application. Traditional methods of higher education, which require a lot of theorizing and abstraction, are likely to be a chore for the ISFJ. The ISFJ learns a task best by being shown its practical application. Once the task is learned, and its practical importance is understood, the ISFJ will faithfully and tirelessly carry through the task to completion. The ISFJ is extremely dependable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ISFJ has an extremely well-developed sense of space, function, and aesthetic appeal. For that reason, they're likely to have beautifully furnished, functional homes. They make extremely good interior decorators. This special ability, combined with their sensitivity to other's feelings and desires, makes them very likely to be great gift-givers - finding the right gift which will be truly appreciated by the recipient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More so than other types, ISFJs are extremely aware of their own internal feelings, as well as other people's feelings. They do not usually express their own feelings, keeping things inside. If they are negative feelings, they may build up inside the ISFJ until they turn into firm judgments against individuals which are difficult to unseed, once set. Many ISFJs learn to express themselves, and find outlets for their powerful emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the ISFJ is not likely to express their feelings, they are also not likely to let on that they know how others are feeling. However, they will speak up when they feel another individual really needs help, and in such cases they can truly help others become aware of their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ISFJ feels a strong sense of responsibility and duty. They take their responsibilities very seriously, and can be counted on to follow through. For this reason, people naturally tend to rely on them. The ISFJ has a difficult time saying "no" when asked to do something, and may become over-burdened. In such cases, the ISFJ does not usually express their difficulties to others, because they intensely dislike conflict, and because they tend to place other people's needs over their own. The ISFJ needs to learn to identify, value, and express their own needs, if they wish to avoid becoming over-worked and taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFJs need positive feedback from others. In the absence of positive feedback, or in the face of criticism, the ISFJ gets discouraged, and may even become depressed. When down on themselves or under great stress, the ISFJ begins to imagine all of the things that might go critically wrong in their life. They have strong feelings of inadequacy, and become convinced that "everything is all wrong", or "I can't do anything right".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ISFJ is warm, generous, and dependable. They have many special gifts to offer, in their sensitivity to others, and their strong ability to keep things running smoothly. They need to remember to not be overly critical of themselves, and to give themselves some of the warmth and love which they freely dispense to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jungian functional preference ordering:&lt;br /&gt;Dominant: Introverted Sensing&lt;br /&gt;Auxilliary: Extraverted Feeling&lt;br /&gt;Tertiary: Introverted Thinking&lt;br /&gt;Inferior: Extraverted Intuition&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-57827065494134493?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/57827065494134493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=57827065494134493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/57827065494134493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/57827065494134493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-something-is-inbuilt-in-you.html' title='When something is inbuilt in you'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-1668894274383595448</id><published>2011-01-14T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T23:43:14.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wat to say'/><title type='text'>Angry!</title><content type='html'>Kani Nabei Chao Chee Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck U. It almost came out. FUCK FUCK FUCK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How you know I am here", make me sound like a fucking stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think for people, people just take fucking advantage of me. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really SIAN! really. Inside me, I am crying I am bleeding. Why doesn't it come out. I can feel i'm crying but there is no FUCKING tears....NO FUCKING TEARS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-1668894274383595448?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/1668894274383595448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=1668894274383595448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/1668894274383595448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/1668894274383595448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2011/01/angry.html' title='Angry!'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-5816298369756471169</id><published>2011-01-12T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:14:26.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 2'/><title type='text'>Still in a mess</title><content type='html'>This is still in a mess. I just keep getting lots of work and lots of rejects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just hate my personality, I don't think I am a strong to fight for myself. My rights. I should stop caring about other and care about myself. I know it would be hard. Really hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-5816298369756471169?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/5816298369756471169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=5816298369756471169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5816298369756471169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5816298369756471169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-in-mess.html' title='Still in a mess'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-7562654719786481932</id><published>2011-01-03T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T15:59:28.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='byebye'/><title type='text'>Sadded</title><content type='html'>Today another is leaving and I did not send him off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a short post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-7562654719786481932?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/7562654719786481932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=7562654719786481932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/7562654719786481932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/7562654719786481932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2011/01/sadded.html' title='Sadded'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-2732648802800786796</id><published>2011-01-01T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:49:53.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11111'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>This year instead of sms-ing I emailed the important people in my life. Check your mailbox maybe it's in the junk. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-2732648802800786796?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/2732648802800786796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=2732648802800786796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/2732648802800786796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/2732648802800786796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year_3252.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-3790173043023769957</id><published>2010-12-30T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:51:02.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><title type='text'>happy dining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TSG8Y2spxDI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Xl_lOmn5Blk/s1600/WP_000024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TSG8Y2spxDI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Xl_lOmn5Blk/s320/WP_000024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557930550337586226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TSG8YiTQxlI/AAAAAAAAAhU/O4Quyw00K2o/s1600/WP_000023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TSG8YiTQxlI/AAAAAAAAAhU/O4Quyw00K2o/s320/WP_000023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557930544862381650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was with my OCIP bro, to catch up as it was his second last day of internship. The food I had was a simple potato and veal with mushroom sause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-3790173043023769957?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/3790173043023769957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=3790173043023769957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/3790173043023769957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/3790173043023769957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-dining.html' title='happy dining'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TSG8Y2spxDI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Xl_lOmn5Blk/s72-c/WP_000024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-1276546971779776431</id><published>2010-12-29T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:52:21.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not too bad'/><title type='text'>Soon the Closing of 2010</title><content type='html'>"don't know why, but tonight was fun. thanks" ,the message appeared on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I felt the appreciation. In my heart I was delighted.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I felt happy every time we chill and hang out, times when he really tell me stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to east coast as we also wanted to send our friend Deepa to middle east for her exchange. I wanted to go for exchange so bad but will not be able to not even the next term. Traveling was one reason I wanted to go for exchange, due to some family issues I am not able to travel. (At least till Nov 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me even more appreciative towards traveling and going out with friends. I have always been very loyal towards friends and really want friends to be the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a to twenty-six, a fine dining restaurant (we did not know it was that expensive). We looked at the menu for quite some time as we were not sure what we should get, the price was not really for students like us. In the end, we ate fish. I wanted black cod fish and Bestie was eying the Tuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made myself look bad when I was ordering. The waiter standing on side ready to take our orders. Suddenly, I spoke, "Is this Black cod fish; Black?" The waiter looked at me and pretend that he did not heard what I said as he thought I was joking with him. He then took a second glance and realised that I had the really curious look on my face and patiently waiting for his reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then realised I was not joking and quickly said, "No Sir, it's white. It's not black!" I replied, "Oh, I see." and it was then my turn to pretend that I did not ask the question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Codfish that is not black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TR_K3c9AOOI/AAAAAAAAAhM/IM2p8D-Bwx8/s1600/WP_000019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TR_K3c9AOOI/AAAAAAAAAhM/IM2p8D-Bwx8/s320/WP_000019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557383519212157154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tuna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TR_JgcWp-LI/AAAAAAAAAgs/YIY2ERid87M/s1600/WP_000018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TR_JgcWp-LI/AAAAAAAAAgs/YIY2ERid87M/s320/WP_000018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557382024402696370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TR_Jf7S5TfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/MGXUJG8FS5U/s1600/WP_000017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TR_Jf7S5TfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/MGXUJG8FS5U/s320/WP_000017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557382015528553970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal we were still thinking about food maybe because it was fish and not meal. We took a stroll at the beach and did I mention that I love it? It's one of my favorite place, we both love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed over to the hawker for second round! Satay been hoon. Something that I remember east coast park was famous for. And It has been years since I have eaten it and amasingly, the stall was still open. Bestie saw it first, I was ok with anything as long as it's food. So we decided to eat the Satay Bee Hoon which was not expensive. $2 for the small one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TR_JhGbXjTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/maQlpFIODtY/s1600/WP_000020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TR_JhGbXjTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/maQlpFIODtY/s320/WP_000020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557382035696749874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TR_JgzXemYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/HlRBvGidnNI/s1600/WP_000021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TR_JgzXemYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/HlRBvGidnNI/s320/WP_000021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557382030580160898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TR_JgqylE_I/AAAAAAAAAg0/wduLtHC7x1E/s1600/WP_000022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TR_JgqylE_I/AAAAAAAAAg0/wduLtHC7x1E/s320/WP_000022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557382028277912562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was went all the way to the airport to send Deepa off and we were trying to make Deepa cry! Haha.. Him disturbing Deepa and seeing Deepa leave saddens me. I did not cry but inside me was what to say,sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racing was fun! I was on the ECP and zooming fast on the expressway and my bestie still say go faster... ahaha Fun! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-1276546971779776431?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/1276546971779776431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=1276546971779776431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/1276546971779776431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/1276546971779776431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2011/01/soon-closing-of-2010.html' title='Soon the Closing of 2010'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TR_K3c9AOOI/AAAAAAAAAhM/IM2p8D-Bwx8/s72-c/WP_000019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-5633849449239613095</id><published>2010-12-28T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T01:28:24.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really fun'/><title type='text'>Randomness can be fun</title><content type='html'>"free now? go out?", text sent, prompted the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting waiting. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reply was positive. Finally, one less rejection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should we eat? Google-d and search for something nice to eat, found that there was this German restaurant which might be quite alright for dinner but after we met we had a change of plan which I was fine. I rather both agree than to have me making the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prego&lt;/span&gt;" an Italian restaurant beside Fairmont Hotel owned by the Raffles hotel. Settled there after discovering that I have a discount card to this restaurant. We both ordered something different. One grilled fish and the other "Beef Cutlet". It's my first time I saw a beef cutlet, too bad I don't have a picture of it. I got the fish thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRoJ5txlOGI/AAAAAAAAAfw/gFHuVGzFics/s1600/WP_000014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRoJ5txlOGI/AAAAAAAAAfw/gFHuVGzFics/s320/WP_000014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555763977459677282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I will not mention that I am from SMUSAIC(SMU photography club). Well, shoot! Even I could not tell that this picture was fish. What a bad picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was not the best according to my good friend who had eaten there before. I felt that both dish was not the restaurant's specialty and therefore it was not their best. The fish lacks seasoning and flavor which could be rescued if it goes with some special sauce. The fish could have been a bit softer as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beef cutlet was dry and similarly they should have some sauce to accompany the beef so that it would not be oily. &lt;br /&gt;The bread was good thou, with the nice special tomato dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meal itself was not very cheap but was happy to try it. I would give a rating of 7/10. It would have been a 6.5 if not for the bread which was free-flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for dessert we headed to opposite Bugis. Ah Chew. Expected better but not the best that I have eaten.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRoJ57CUJAI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Auz-Lg2uQ8o/s1600/WP_000015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRoJ57CUJAI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Auz-Lg2uQ8o/s320/WP_000015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555763981019522050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit too watery. And the ice cream was quite hard and refuse to melt until I cut it into pieces with my spoon. Rating: 5.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went for ice cream random once again, met a secondary school mate notice the mate and not a friend. He asked if I was from St Gab's (short form for Saint Gabriel's secondary school). I reluctantly reply with a yes, knowing if I answered yes I would have to buy the ice-cream. Indeed I bought one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than we sat down and started chit chatting I doubt this good friend ever sit and chill like today. His actions was obvious that he wants to leave soon but guess it was not very nice to say that. So I took the hint and parted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day of randomness and I really like it a lot just that I don't have much time left. So does he.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-5633849449239613095?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/5633849449239613095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=5633849449239613095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5633849449239613095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5633849449239613095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/12/randomness-can-be-fun.html' title='Randomness can be fun'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRoJ5txlOGI/AAAAAAAAAfw/gFHuVGzFics/s72-c/WP_000014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-5157355525761865791</id><published>2010-12-27T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:48:10.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what should i do'/><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>Address to:...&lt;br /&gt;What should I write? Oh I don't think I can get this position. Should I apply this or that. Trying to write my CV and resume is a challenge to me. With not very strong command of language I seem to be weaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my deadline is coming up. I'm dead. For the past few days I have been like that, and to make this worse, school is starting in just a few days it will be the same old routine and studies all day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was quite "Sian" ok maybe I should use the word disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;I really feel like I am the only one making the effort to maintain the relationship I have with people around me. It's to a point where I feel so tired. Emotionally affected to keep receiving the rejects and mentally tired to keep thinking is this worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why. Maybe I just too serious about the "Live your life like it's your last day today." I have been trying to be appreciative and I really am very glad that some of my friends really make an effort to meet. My bestie and god-bro also accompanied me quite a lot during this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-5157355525761865791?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/5157355525761865791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=5157355525761865791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5157355525761865791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5157355525761865791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/12/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-8504163936091738905</id><published>2010-12-23T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T02:44:58.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depends on what you do.'/><title type='text'>Somedays are longer than others</title><content type='html'>A powerful car. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRSzrQv8TRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/NJfl-ItfW24/s1600/WP_000004%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRSzrQv8TRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/NJfl-ItfW24/s320/WP_000004%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554261796266462482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my friend - who came back from Aussie, who happens to be Brandon's secondary school mate. Also they introduced their friend to me, made a new friend - who was a make-up artist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a buffet meal that was more like a high-tea. I was late as I knew that the people who I will be meeting will also be late (Based on pass experience). I was about an hour late and was also the last person to be there. It was a Chinese restaurant which I could not remember the name. Was it called Zhou's kitchen. I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was pretty ok. Just that we were talking more than we were eating and when we start to eat the food, it seems cold. Rating: 6.5/10&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRS0q3hii0I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Nzc7sSP7fqQ/s1600/WP_000007%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRS0q3hii0I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Nzc7sSP7fqQ/s320/WP_000007%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554262889006795586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRS0rAJtSSI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/gEAv9aW4QWc/s1600/WP_000009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRS0rAJtSSI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/gEAv9aW4QWc/s320/WP_000009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554262891322755362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish-head steamboat. It is my first time eating fish-head. The pink-redish skin of the cooked fish was staring at me and I was trying not to look at it. I did not know which part of the fish it came from. But since my Bestie said it's good there is no harm trying. It was near The concourse area, beach road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give this a Fish-head a rating of 7.5/10. Due to some difficulty in eating the fish but it was really good we keep asking for more soup and more soup and even more soup. Until we were too full. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRS0rwgIGRI/AAAAAAAAAfg/keVAm2-ECOY/s1600/WP_000013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRS0rwgIGRI/AAAAAAAAAfg/keVAm2-ECOY/s320/WP_000013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554262904301689106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRS0rYSzwdI/AAAAAAAAAfY/brYwX6TDQAg/s1600/WP_000012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRS0rYSzwdI/AAAAAAAAAfY/brYwX6TDQAg/s320/WP_000012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554262897803379154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8504163936091738905?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8504163936091738905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8504163936091738905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8504163936091738905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8504163936091738905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/12/powerful.html' title='Somedays are longer than others'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRSzrQv8TRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/NJfl-ItfW24/s72-c/WP_000004%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-289281632917160799</id><published>2010-12-21T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T23:06:45.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quite far away'/><title type='text'>Fishballs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRS2VpXX6pI/AAAAAAAAAfo/WI2mWxUXGBs/s1600/WP_000010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRS2VpXX6pI/AAAAAAAAAfo/WI2mWxUXGBs/s320/WP_000010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554264723452062354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's there to eat besides the fishballs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-289281632917160799?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/289281632917160799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=289281632917160799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/289281632917160799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/289281632917160799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/12/fishballs.html' title='Fishballs'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TRS2VpXX6pI/AAAAAAAAAfo/WI2mWxUXGBs/s72-c/WP_000010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-7261770688560548335</id><published>2010-12-17T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T18:12:00.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father and mother i love you'/><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQ3T4npkN_I/AAAAAAAAAeg/S6zIoHRfxP0/s1600/WP_000007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQ3T4npkN_I/AAAAAAAAAeg/S6zIoHRfxP0/s320/WP_000007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552326885287147506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQ3T4cFVRgI/AAAAAAAAAeY/54gWnLo6ocE/s1600/WP_000006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQ3T4cFVRgI/AAAAAAAAAeY/54gWnLo6ocE/s320/WP_000006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552326882182383106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid is so very cute right? You may say that all the kids are cute and I would no doubt agree with you. But every kid has a different family and that makes a lot of different as a person and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid belongs to a Mute and his Vietnam wife. Last heard was that the wife wanted a divorce with him and the kid was brought to my aunt's place to be looked after; just nice I was there to stay over as well. I kind of looked after the kid, help hold him when he got his haircut and play with him to prevent him from thinking of his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really very sadden by the situation the family was in. I was the one doing the translation as he wrote down his situation in English and I was passing on the information to my aunt in Mandarin. When we understand his situation, we really pity the kid and somehow we thought that this kid should not even be born in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one could help him. So we suggested the ministry of welfare(some CDC thing to him). I really hope that things would turn out well for this kid and even though I was there to play with him for one day I really hope this kid would grow up and be a great man in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A broken family is one of the worse thing that could happen to a kid. It will definitely affect him emotionally. I am also grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQ3T4_ObKkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/BE2FigIu78U/s1600/WP_000008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQ3T4_ObKkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/BE2FigIu78U/s320/WP_000008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552326891615758914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-7261770688560548335?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/7261770688560548335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=7261770688560548335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/7261770688560548335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/7261770688560548335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/12/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQ3T4npkN_I/AAAAAAAAAeg/S6zIoHRfxP0/s72-c/WP_000007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-5579291621016394218</id><published>2010-12-16T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T01:49:16.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more please...'/><title type='text'>Nice Ramen..and shopping with bestie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQ3Npo4a1GI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2e29ScXyMoI/s1600/WP_000005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQ3Npo4a1GI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2e29ScXyMoI/s320/WP_000005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552320030850077794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wao...love shopping! Especially with my Bestie since he also love to shop. We did not buy anything in the end but just walked about looking for things we wanted. It was kinda hard to find T-shirts for him as the design in Singapore does not seem to suit him. Polo-Ts and long sleeves are kinda nicer on him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a bag that was quite nice but it cost about 200+. In my mind I was thinking that it's too expensive for a bag. Maybe next time or perhaps someone would be nice enough to get a bag as my Christmas gift.  Fat Hope, well still looking around for another bag before the school term starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and my bestie really need a new shoe! Maybe we should go shopping again to get what we need. Maybe, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was awesome! The place was Santouka. The picture above was something we had each. Nice recommendation from my Bestie and kinda miss it already. Yum yum, give it a 8.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soup was really tasty. Noodle was good but could be a bit more chewy. The pork can be described like ice just that it's not cold. The meat melting in the mouth and the pork was delicious. However, the meat could have less salt and it would be perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-5579291621016394218?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/5579291621016394218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=5579291621016394218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5579291621016394218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5579291621016394218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/12/nice-ramenand-shopping-with-bestie.html' title='Nice Ramen..and shopping with bestie'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQ3Npo4a1GI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2e29ScXyMoI/s72-c/WP_000005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-2274975102082464183</id><published>2010-12-15T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T01:51:28.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='been awhile'/><title type='text'>OCIP people</title><content type='html'>It was time for OCIP people to meet...It's been awhile. It was okay I guess to see them, not many people turn up as usual. I'm learning it the hard way that people move on and memories are just a thing of the past. Look ahead! People would tell me. I would just smile and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQ3OMArkvRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yLrw_Rkegz8/s1600/WP_000004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQ3OMArkvRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yLrw_Rkegz8/s320/WP_000004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552320621354204434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't something great. It was Aston @ Cathay and I'm not complaining, the food there is cheap and reasonable. Something I do not like about it was the queue, we were waiting for about half and hour or so and waiting like it was something that it's worth waiting for. Nonetheless, catching up was quite ok - there wasn't much to catch about anyway. I had some questions for my bro, kinda questioning him like a criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to tau hua as usual hang out for SMU students. And it ended there. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-2274975102082464183?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/2274975102082464183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=2274975102082464183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/2274975102082464183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/2274975102082464183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/12/ocip-people.html' title='OCIP people'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQ3OMArkvRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yLrw_Rkegz8/s72-c/WP_000004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-5295102321896906516</id><published>2010-12-10T01:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T01:53:20.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='was quite fun..'/><title type='text'>Over at my place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQ3N1hUIO5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/lT2Cu2FPSps/s1600/WP_000000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQ3N1hUIO5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/lT2Cu2FPSps/s320/WP_000000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552320234977246098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god-brother was over at my place to place game and we even went for a run and swim... =) It's been awhile since we have been together chilling..and he's going to get the same phone as me - Samsung Omnia 7 (Windows Phone 7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good meal after that too... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQuEuXw02cI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3z3g-2S71xk/s1600/Omnia-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQuEuXw02cI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3z3g-2S71xk/s320/Omnia-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551676897851922882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-5295102321896906516?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/5295102321896906516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=5295102321896906516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5295102321896906516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5295102321896906516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/12/over-at-my-place.html' title='Over at my place'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQ3N1hUIO5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/lT2Cu2FPSps/s72-c/WP_000000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-2336261117672798475</id><published>2010-12-09T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T01:00:37.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early in the morning'/><title type='text'>Great meetup</title><content type='html'>I was getting ready to meet them how could I be lost and late? Where am i now? Will they wait for me? I thought I did alight at the correct bus stop, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ding Dong" I exerted pressure on the red button clinging on the metal pole with my thumb. The door opened and I took my time to get off the bus, hoping that it was the correct bus-stop. Looked up,"Shoot! Wrong bus-stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me awhile to walk to the right bus-stop to continue my journey towards little india area...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQRpIiGYJDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/xK1bh4bl73Y/s1600/09122010052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQRpIiGYJDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/xK1bh4bl73Y/s320/09122010052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549676236140717106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was where i was heading. It was my first time here and I do love to find good food and have some time together. Thanks for the invite. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQRpHUMrezI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ZsEUl0nBWso/s1600/09122010053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQRpHUMrezI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ZsEUl0nBWso/s320/09122010053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549676215229184818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQRpI6rlolI/AAAAAAAAAco/NS9HSbCS7oI/s1600/09122010049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQRpI6rlolI/AAAAAAAAAco/NS9HSbCS7oI/s320/09122010049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549676242739241554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was generally ok. I'll give it 3/5. Pretty average i guess, they did serve a fried dish but inside was still cold. Lucky none of us ate it. If not everything else was pretty ok. This could be a good place for supper if you ask me since it's open from 6pm to the next morning at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQRpHwg9WII/AAAAAAAAAcY/AE11kxuKTgA/s1600/09122010051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQRpHwg9WII/AAAAAAAAAcY/AE11kxuKTgA/s320/09122010051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549676222830434434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQRpHgMtnpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sLHWKo3OsQ4/s1600/09122010050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQRpHgMtnpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sLHWKo3OsQ4/s320/09122010050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549676218450550418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-2336261117672798475?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/2336261117672798475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=2336261117672798475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/2336261117672798475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/2336261117672798475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/12/great-meetup.html' title='Great meetup'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQRpIiGYJDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/xK1bh4bl73Y/s72-c/09122010052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-6713783976097153273</id><published>2010-12-07T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T14:16:51.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='since we met up'/><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>After so long and multiple time of pleading before I could get them to come out for dinner. We went to marina square for a simple meal. Talking about the things that Brandon has to prepare for his trip to France for exchange. I will not be going for any exchange but do hope to have a graduation trip with some of my close friends and besties if possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway these 2 close friends who have been doing project with me together has been the chill type so chill for your trip Brandon. Kenken don't you worry if you miss your best friend, Brandon you can still call me out for a meal.                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best for your journey ahead. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQOQGCuM4xI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Bj59_b9IDPE/s1600/08122010047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQOQGCuM4xI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Bj59_b9IDPE/s320/08122010047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549437599334851346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-6713783976097153273?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/6713783976097153273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=6713783976097153273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/6713783976097153273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/6713783976097153273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQOQGCuM4xI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Bj59_b9IDPE/s72-c/08122010047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-994745067317150307</id><published>2010-12-04T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:50:52.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><title type='text'>Nice</title><content type='html'>Christmas is just round the corner. &lt;br /&gt;The lights at Orchard road is up and it brightens up the streets creating a Christmas atmosphere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQONpNqA4xI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ef1-ogLusH4/s1600/04122010046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQONpNqA4xI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ef1-ogLusH4/s320/04122010046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549434905030615826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQONopVz6DI/AAAAAAAAAbw/KKlZMFKf9Lc/s1600/04122010045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQONopVz6DI/AAAAAAAAAbw/KKlZMFKf9Lc/s320/04122010045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549434895282202674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening was with my bestie at the top of Singapore. =) Spilled the drink on myself, how careless. Maybe you can guess where we went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQONoQXTeWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/oZTAy88M5zM/s1600/04122010044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQONoQXTeWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/oZTAy88M5zM/s320/04122010044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549434888577579362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQONnyQ5Q6I/AAAAAAAAAbg/O2SPyEIKLWA/s1600/04122010043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQONnyQ5Q6I/AAAAAAAAAbg/O2SPyEIKLWA/s320/04122010043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549434880497632162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQONnT5E2nI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OesrSSGYAss/s1600/04122010042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQONnT5E2nI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OesrSSGYAss/s320/04122010042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549434872344664690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-994745067317150307?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/994745067317150307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=994745067317150307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/994745067317150307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/994745067317150307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/12/nice.html' title='Nice'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TQONpNqA4xI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ef1-ogLusH4/s72-c/04122010046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-12989078006382544</id><published>2010-12-03T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:14:41.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a night</title><content type='html'>"Serangoon interchange, passengers who are continuing their journey towards Habourfront Interchange or Punggol. Please proceed to the North-East line."&lt;br /&gt;The speakers called out with the screeching sounds coming for the friction of the wheels of the train and the metal rails making it almost impossible to hear the announcement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go, let's go, I said. My parents was waiting for the hint from me to tell them that we have arrived. It was like how my mom would called out to us when we were young. She brought us to our aunt's place then, I vaguely remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did I?" She replied. I cannot blame her because she could not remember anything beside her daily housework. And for my dad, believe or not it's his first time taking a train. A born Singaporean yet never taken a train, of course who needs the public transport when you own a car. But I still do enjoy some quiet time on the buses or the train and look at people. That was why I decided to bring them along this small trip to the newly opened shopping center in Serangoon, Nex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a train in Singapore was relatively cheap as compared to the European countries, and the trains are much cleaner as well. I do think that Singapore has one of the best public transport system in place for the citizens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got off the train and took a walk out of the station. I've got a bad feeling about this trip when I saw my mom on her heels and my dad who would always complain about the distance he have to walk started mumbling about how convenient it would be if we traveled by car. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to go so fast when only less than an hour they were asking to be brought home. What can I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-12989078006382544?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/12989078006382544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=12989078006382544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/12989078006382544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/12989078006382544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-night.html' title='what a night'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-8988631736020562860</id><published>2010-12-03T00:57:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:51:01.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired to the max'/><title type='text'>Packed day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sending Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a drink in the morning and slept a bit late (previous post). Woke up quite early to send Gerald off for his OCIP (It's an Overseas Community Service Project).&lt;br /&gt;Took a train to the airport and met him. His parents was with him so we ate breakfast together like how he eat dinner with my parents when he came over to my house. It's quite hilarious because his father keep pushing the food to me asking me to eat more like I was a child whom he had not seen for years. I kept looking at my watch and looking at Gerald who was sitting across me hinting him that it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald then took his black bag while passing his unfinished drink to his mom and said, "I have to go". I took a second to process the sentence that came out from his mouth, his dad came to the rescue, "Oh, ok than Jackson you go with him". I sprang up without hesitating and added on,"Ok Uncle, uncle and aunty you take care, see you" They both nodded and Gerald waved goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did was to walk behind Gerald, and in less than 5 minutes Gerald did the wave he did to his parents to me while walking pass the airport securities. I waved back and it will be 2 weeks before he will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poster Day (Final Year Project)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was there everyone was pretty much ready as if there was an important guest coming down. I was looking around and saw the refreshment table. The food was displayed in trays made of aluminum. I was looking forward to the food more than anything else not because the food looks appealing but it's because my body was telling me I needed the food for energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team's table was just beside the door which was such a bad location but I did not care much. We were not even prepared for this day and not hopeful in getting the "Most Technical Innovative Group" - A group that was technically innovative which I guess our supervisor did not understand that our project was not technical or innovative in any way. I hope this does not reflect our grades not that I take grade as my first priority but if we don't get the grades than my teammates might not be happy. That's the utilitarian point of view (nothing to do with ethical or moral issues in ethics), just want to create more happiness within the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for sure:&lt;br /&gt;More effort generates more benefit, just hoping gets you nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Random BBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still raining but I was hopeful that it would still go on. Took a cab to Paya Lebar with Danny and had a chat. Talking about how we would handle our family when we have one. He was someone who has his way of handling a family, a fun father if he was one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8988631736020562860?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8988631736020562860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8988631736020562860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8988631736020562860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8988631736020562860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/12/packed-day.html' title='Packed day'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-1134115346654471939</id><published>2010-12-02T10:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:48:18.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will appreicate what i have'/><title type='text'>Bad beer Good company</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPfI0l59sbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/u1ZZynWm2HU/s1600/02122010041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPfI0l59sbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/u1ZZynWm2HU/s200/02122010041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546122271984038322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Since this is my holiday I am trying something different, my blog will be much descriptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I was never a good writer in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone was buzzing after I attempt to send messages to some of my friends reminding them that it's the holiday break and hoping they would not to forget me. That's because I was bored and I did not want to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual the handphone stopped buzzing after the replies came. I had not expected to see my bestie's message as he was busy. I would try to avoid sending messages to people who are busy. The fear that people would ignore me or just simply forgetting to reply would stir my emotions. Somehow I would relate it to how people treasure me or the level of importance to them, I am crazy, crazy that I have this foolish thought running in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden buzz with the message appearing on my phone, I thought it was the others who have not replied. Took a glance on the dull coloured screen it was not them, opened the message and saw it was a reply from my bestie saying he was busy. I replied. Another buzz from my phone. The next message reads, "Tonight drink lor". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was decided. I did not have a clue where it would be but he would suggest a nice place I thought to myself. Not that I mind, I was already happy just having to be out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling was something we adore, I guess even driving the car for a spin was to me travelling. A place to sit and chill was something we both love as well. Drinking buckets of beer and talking like we have tons of things to share, and we sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at timbre which was awfully quiet unlike the usual days where the band would blaze the music and we would have to scream in order to get our voices heard. Today was different, therefore, we decided to walk ahead in search for other bars. Hungry and dying for beer we settled at a pizza place where we spill our hearts with the not so nice beer before heading to Newton for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I'm really grateful to what I have in life and the people around me; although there are still times that isn't as smooth as it should be. But it's always heart warming to think about the happy moment and things. I'll keep that close and appreciative. 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not to be okay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lHYhErv_fWQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lHYhErv_fWQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/artist_scroller.swf?script=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.metrolyrics.com%2Fscroller%2Fscroller_v2.php&amp;lyricid=1570169121"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TO-xXdCN1DI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8_I2dumub3U/s1600/918-Spyder_01_1280x800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TO-xXdCN1DI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8_I2dumub3U/s320/918-Spyder_01_1280x800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543844682805400626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every boy, we have our dream car(s). My dream car does not stop at one it keeps changing but it's because I constantly keep a lookout for a sporty and fuel-efficient car which hopefully might help a bit in the effort of reducing pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can view this video for more information about the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s0ysj81EjAo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s0ysj81EjAo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This car is awesome. I think... it's still in the concept stage which means it might be there in future! And like the boy in the video (below) I'm getting it. =)&lt;br /&gt;"There is the moment you want one, that is the moment you own one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRbzJ0L1Zn8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRbzJ0L1Zn8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8980771220834004879?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8980771220834004879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8980771220834004879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8980771220834004879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8980771220834004879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/11/working-towards-this-dream.html' title='working towards this dream'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TO-xXdCN1DI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8_I2dumub3U/s72-c/918-Spyder_01_1280x800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-8387437011231710133</id><published>2010-11-26T02:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T02:42:59.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom...'/><title type='text'>One more Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TO6s-yM-KXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/vnU_dNtNxps/s1600/singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TO6s-yM-KXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/vnU_dNtNxps/s320/singapore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543558385967704434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This December holiday! I'm so looking forward to it. Nope I'm not going to be traveling the world but instead I promise myself to travel around this small "red dot" with my god-brother and besties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explore this sunny island that many of us do not appreciate anymore. Going to do many things here and I hope to meet up with those I had not meet up for quite awhile (few months - but to me a day is quite long, Life is too short isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have anything that you know about Singapore that might be of interest do let me know so that I can explore. =) Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8387437011231710133?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8387437011231710133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8387437011231710133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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what, always by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who gives from their heart&lt;br /&gt;Who brings sunshine all around...&lt;br /&gt;Always smiling and laughing,&lt;br /&gt;Never seeming down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched a sunset&lt;br /&gt;Across the ocean shore...&lt;br /&gt;And been filled with love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;Never needing more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever listened to the wind&lt;br /&gt;Blowing restlessly through the night...&lt;br /&gt;And heard the angel's whispers&lt;br /&gt;Helping you to see when you've lost sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard a song that moves you&lt;br /&gt;And sets your soul free...&lt;br /&gt;Makes you forget your pain and anger&lt;br /&gt;Or makes you feel wild and happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever given to someone&lt;br /&gt;When you didn't have it to spare...&lt;br /&gt;And afterwards felt so worthy inside,&lt;br /&gt;That you didn't have a care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see my friend, heavenly creatures surround you,&lt;br /&gt;So listen closely to what they say...&lt;br /&gt;They'll bring you all of life's riches,&lt;br /&gt;As they guide you along your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-3784070549546851400?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/3784070549546851400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=3784070549546851400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/3784070549546851400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/3784070549546851400'/><link 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awhile</title><content type='html'>Still as busy as ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not been a blogger for awhile =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still going fine for me! hope everything is fine for you people out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-7602531581837952573?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/7602531581837952573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=7602531581837952573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/7602531581837952573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/7602531581837952573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-for-awhile.html' title='Back for awhile'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-2647624209692391946</id><published>2010-08-31T10:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:52:27.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cannot seem to finish it...'/><title type='text'>holiday post..</title><content type='html'>I thought that this was not going to a fun Business Study Mission (BSM) but actually  it turned out ok. It was an experience that I will never forget. This BSM taught me how to face the challenges I have in life. I would like to thank a few group of people that made this trip a good one. The people who send me off at the airport! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:left; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ5bYW2GVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GJ04qFPvZo4/s200/32531_396748068644_527993644_4373078_2627109_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544627602548201810" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ5a5II8tI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/-bnJDnMktLc/s1600/32531_396748043644_527993644_4373075_2810078_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:left; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ5a5II8tI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/-bnJDnMktLc/s200/32531_396748043644_527993644_4373075_2810078_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544627594165023442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ5JIJ0TtI/AAAAAAAAAXA/yf3VzlbcPXQ/s1600/32531_396747863644_527993644_4373055_1130714_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:right; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ5JIJ0TtI/AAAAAAAAAXA/yf3VzlbcPXQ/s200/32531_396747863644_527993644_4373055_1130714_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544627288960945874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ5I7buLsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/y3bwsQi9Thc/s1600/32531_396747768644_527993644_4373045_6616261_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:left; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ5I7buLsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/y3bwsQi9Thc/s200/32531_396747768644_527993644_4373045_6616261_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544627285546380994" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:right; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ5IdEHqOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/1jSHyuI8_kw/s200/32531_396747738644_527993644_4373042_7099481_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544627277394323682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys rock man. Every time i looked at the pictures while I was overseas I feel that people are back home somehow waiting for my return. =) This is the longest period I have been away from home, away in solitude and my first time in Europe (the furthest I have been)&lt;br /&gt;I have always refrain from cliques pretty much because I was aware of the clique dynamics involved. Even before the first 2 weeks of overseas BSM, weibo and gang sort asked me to join them, it was great to have people like them around you. We went to the theme park, Tivoli and did some crazy stuff! There were some stuff that was making me unhappy before the whole BSM even started; even though during the BSM I was still a little affected I pretend that nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ-GybjN5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/X43lDVHI7sQ/s1600/34458_411406293644_527993644_4769260_3575660_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ-GybjN5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/X43lDVHI7sQ/s200/34458_411406293644_527993644_4769260_3575660_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544632746328143762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkF_ApCvoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/W6z1pp3hVGg/s1600/37236_411406653644_527993644_4769281_2824480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkF_ApCvoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/W6z1pp3hVGg/s200/37236_411406653644_527993644_4769281_2824480_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546470996145520258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one best friend constantly in our life, it's the period where you are close that your best friend exist. I have a bucket list, yeap it's on facebook. This bucket list contains a list of things I want to do before I die, it's my goal and what I want to achieve. One of it was to travel with a best friend. Maybe this trip  was half only fulfilled. I had a great time whether it was beer, pizza, fish or just random walks. It's time like these that I treasure most. Nobody is perfect in this world. We cannot be a different person for everyone. Be yourself. Naturally there will be people who will like you for who you are and not who you are trying to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ-FgqaygI/AAAAAAAAAXo/aWyPLIGUCMA/s1600/33991_411404878644_527993644_4769155_4071253_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ-FgqaygI/AAAAAAAAAXo/aWyPLIGUCMA/s200/33991_411404878644_527993644_4769155_4071253_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544632724378798594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkTNbF0rGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bc_sDjmmuVg/s1600/38024_411393868644_527993644_4768765_4919610_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkTNbF0rGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bc_sDjmmuVg/s200/38024_411393868644_527993644_4768765_4919610_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546485537414884450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkTl6XlWTI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Na19cgFaGsY/s1600/35383_415784528644_527993644_4879525_7840684_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkTl6XlWTI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Na19cgFaGsY/s200/35383_415784528644_527993644_4879525_7840684_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546485958127737138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the BSM we all went our separate ways. I travelled alone, first stop - Berlin. Got to the hostel and had my first dinner with 2 hostel mates. I even recieved a free one way paris transport(which saved me in Paris). Berlin's east seven hostel was great; clean, safe and the staff were all very friendly. One thing I realised about backpacking is that people change everyday; I meant the hostelmate. Meeting different kinds of people, people who love to travel. I visited the museum island and Brandenburg Gate, the wall and almost everything. I was a fast "walker" and covered pretty much everything in Berlin. But I am still kind of curious why Europe countries have so many nude statues, they are not really shy about it huh. Haha but I enjoy taking photos of it too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkTM6Mc1jI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/IqxJTKUk0bQ/s1600/37894_415783388644_527993644_4879430_3836076_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkTM6Mc1jI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/IqxJTKUk0bQ/s200/37894_415783388644_527993644_4879430_3836076_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546485528584312370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkS5HrLo7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/OW74pvYH_8E/s1600/37220_411331663644_527993644_4766355_1744725_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkS5HrLo7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/OW74pvYH_8E/s200/37220_411331663644_527993644_4766355_1744725_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546485188605486002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburg was my second stop, this place is really small. First day and I covered pretty much half the attractions so I spend time shopping in malls and supermarkets. Did not buy anything from the malls but the supermarket was a must grab for cheap groceries. Buying bread and ham/ sasuages for breakfast/lunch and not forgetting rittersports chocolate which was extremely cheap! 0.69 euros that's S$1.23. Bought one almost everyday to stock up in case I am hungry. Something terrible happened here in Berlin too! I drop my dslr(camera)... The filter lens glass crack and it cannot be taken off. I was sad and needed help but i realised I was the only one who could help myself. I break the glass and remove it hoping that it still work. I think there is problem to the lens but I do hope that it still can last me for the whole trip since it's the only camera I have. I was so angry with myself but I kept telling myself that it could be worse and this was another lesson i learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ-GhFhOcI/AAAAAAAAAX4/vZDyRZQ-3Kk/s1600/34075_411300373644_527993644_4765379_2011053_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ-GhFhOcI/AAAAAAAAAX4/vZDyRZQ-3Kk/s200/34075_411300373644_527993644_4765379_2011053_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544632741672335810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to Amsterdam, there was an accident which cause a delay in my train and I had to wait for 2 hours for the next train. I stopped at Osnabruck HBF and walked abit. Something unexpected but still have to live with it. Don't really like this kind of sudden surprises. Something I learn here again, expect the unexpected and be ready to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amsterdam, one location that I think has seriously too many people who are very open-minded! Which to me i think is something that is acceptable after been there for a few days. Adeline was with me so I cannot anyhow anyhow(So Singlish). Even if I was alone I do not think I will anyhow la, but many will say it's the best time to do anything since you are alone. The red light district, the marijuana(coffee shop) and the sex shops(live sex shows, XX videos for rent/sale)...It was fun to see these sorts of things and it's the first time i look at sex in another perspective. We visited the sex museum. sounds fun? It was ok.. It shows the history of sex way back in old times which is kind of interesting to me. I saw this something funny but I am sure this is not me...haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ_dSre3dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ml-xPdMiL8c/s1600/35172_411305518644_527993644_4765582_2422545_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ_dSre3dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ml-xPdMiL8c/s200/35172_411305518644_527993644_4765582_2422545_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544634232453651922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London was the next stop it was just another city. Something new and this was where i saw gays/lesbians kissing and holding hands, another open city i guess. It will take awhile or maybe never for something like that to happen. haha I bet! I wanted to do more as in to travel outside but did not have a chance so ended just travelling the city. But, I think that the city really has alot to shop but too bad I was travelling super light so cannot buy anything. If I have a chance I will go back there with an empty luggage and come back in full load. If not London is a ok place for some nice scenary. I even had a meal that cost S$40+ for myself that was for that one time. The transport here makes me miss home because of this ikea tagline - "Travelling is a means to get home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Paris the place where I heard the unfriendly people come from. I was lucky enough not to meet someone like that. Maybe  I did not interact much with them. Maybe because I already know I should depend on myself to get things done. When i arrived in Paris it was real hard to get around because the train information was limited. I did what the locals do...to cheat the system and not pay for the ticket because I though that was how things are done here. Yeah I saved Euro 8,50.(about S$17). After which i just paid the metro fare during my stay here in Paris. Here in Paris I also met 2 Canadians and we went to the church(Basilique Du Sacre-coeur) high up the hill the evening i arrived, it was just a couple of blocks away from my hostel, and we went to the museum Le'Do say on the first day together. The museums here were also quite good with all the famous artist and sculphure in lourve. The structure itself is also very nice, the glass pyramids which I saw in movies like Da vinci code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ-GamKXlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qZUiE9J2Otw/s1600/34029_411333488644_527993644_4766494_705278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ-GamKXlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qZUiE9J2Otw/s200/34029_411333488644_527993644_4766494_705278_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544632739930201682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ-FMWsifI/AAAAAAAAAXg/huAYvPqIC3k/s1600/33405_411332543644_527993644_4766426_2926557_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ-FMWsifI/AAAAAAAAAXg/huAYvPqIC3k/s200/33405_411332543644_527993644_4766426_2926557_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544632718927366642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Marco polo airport 2 hours late due to a delay in the flight schedule. Waited for many hours in the airport tranfering photos and thinking of some stuff. When I was at the information counter in Marco Polo, the lady at the information counter shocked me when I asked if I could take the public bus. Guess what she said. "You can try but they are on strike today." in my mind I was like what the f*&amp;#. Luckily there was another private service that could get me to the main island of Venice. Venice is an awesome place when you need to be calm and have many things to sort out. But at most two to explore and it would be more than sufficient. I cannot believe that a city can have so many bridge and water-bus is their public transport. Probably it is because their city have streams and rivers everywhere. I think that if the ice cap was to melt and the sea level to raise this city will become a underwater city. They have drinking water throughout the street with water running out of the tap for free. Anything else was pretty costly, luckly once again I am locatted near the supermarket. =) Shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venice was a beautiful city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkTN6c1i4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/skcoKIcbFfM/s1600/38263_415772158644_527993644_4878860_474800_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkTN6c1i4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/skcoKIcbFfM/s200/38263_415772158644_527993644_4878860_474800_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546485545832909698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkTNga3moI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Obm8TsWebIo/s1600/38294_415772663644_527993644_4878900_4281444_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkTNga3moI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Obm8TsWebIo/s200/38294_415772663644_527993644_4878900_4281444_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546485538845334146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkS4nwvjaI/AAAAAAAAAZk/dahuv04l3mo/s1600/38471_415772578644_527993644_4878893_2560854_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkS4nwvjaI/AAAAAAAAAZk/dahuv04l3mo/s200/38471_415772578644_527993644_4878893_2560854_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546485180038876578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkS4Kw9s5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/_Nc-HdJb3Fk/s1600/37528_415773678644_527993644_4878987_683264_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkS4Kw9s5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/_Nc-HdJb3Fk/s200/37528_415773678644_527993644_4878987_683264_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546485172255175570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkS39toHJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PUjXjxQlIEk/s1600/38446_415772263644_527993644_4878867_1019972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkS39toHJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PUjXjxQlIEk/s200/38446_415772263644_527993644_4878867_1019972_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546485168751516818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence it was my first time I met a fellow Singaporean. He was an exchange student from NUS to london travelling alone too, Daniel was his name. We saw each other in the room, at first I thought he was a Japanese or a Korean cause of this long hair so I tried to be friendly and started talking and asking where he was from that night we talked about all sorts of things as if like we have alot to talk about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haved Watched the movie - When in Rome. And I am actually in Rome. Went to many places tried to cover as many areas as possible for the couple of places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkTkp1GlfI/AAAAAAAAAac/Puv1WYggHAc/s1600/38487_415785613644_527993644_4879622_7105427_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkTkp1GlfI/AAAAAAAAAac/Puv1WYggHAc/s200/38487_415785613644_527993644_4879622_7105427_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546485936508278258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ_fL-qYFI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tNwTAC1_USg/s1600/35248_415786143644_527993644_4879672_2708411_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:left; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ_fL-qYFI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tNwTAC1_USg/s200/35248_415786143644_527993644_4879672_2708411_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544634265014788178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkTORTSfXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4CGjwYXwtKw/s1600/38407_415782683644_527993644_4879379_5438875_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkTORTSfXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4CGjwYXwtKw/s200/38407_415782683644_527993644_4879379_5438875_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546485551966879090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkTlOCm2RI/AAAAAAAAAas/52nTFE9iPSU/s1600/35053_416159113644_527993644_4890751_3995519_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPkTlOCm2RI/AAAAAAAAAas/52nTFE9iPSU/s200/35053_416159113644_527993644_4890751_3995519_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546485946228594962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip I learn something from children, all over Europe(regardless the country, language etc) when i see them in museums or other places they seek alot of attention wanting to be noticed and hoping someone will look at them which I think even as adults we do things to grab attention from friends or people you want attention from; Which during the trip I wanted to do..and that was to take nice photos and share it with the people whom I want to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The western people takes travelling as a form of experience and something that they should do in life and it also gives them chance to interact with the people they meet during their trip. Something I realised was also the HTHT(Heart To Heart Talk) that they have regardless of age and gender. I see teens chatting in the greens, adults in the pub sitting around having a nice dinner and beer or wine. That is something very different from the Asian culture. They truly enjoy the time and people in their lives. Of course, I see a couple of people crying during my long trip in Europe, in a resturant, a church and in hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude and loneliness is two different thing. One is the choice of being alone and the other is the lack of having someone there when you need one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[never ended...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ_fIruJyI/AAAAAAAAAYs/065Jmj1tVmU/s1600/35853_411303663644_527993644_4765497_614078_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:left; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/TPJ_fIruJyI/AAAAAAAAAYs/065Jmj1tVmU/s200/35853_411303663644_527993644_4765497_614078_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544634264130037538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-2647624209692391946?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOY STORY 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you turn your back on me,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you tell me that I don't care,&lt;br /&gt;Cause' I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you tell me, I'm not the one,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you tell me, I ain't no fun,&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me you love me, like I love you.&lt;br /&gt;You know you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're together,&lt;br /&gt;Clear skies are clear, oh.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll share them, till where I'm less depressed.&lt;br /&gt;And it's sincerely, from the bottom of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take it when we're apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We belong together,&lt;br /&gt;We belong together.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we do,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be mine, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We belong together,&lt;br /&gt;We belong together.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's true,&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna stay this way, forever,&lt;br /&gt;Me and you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could really talk to you,&lt;br /&gt;If I could find a way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not shy, &lt;br /&gt;There's a whole lot I wanna say,&lt;br /&gt;Oh of course there is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about friendship, and loyal things.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll promise, to always be by your side,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I met you,&lt;br /&gt;Was the luckiest day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;And I bet you feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;At least I hope you do.&lt;br /&gt;So don't forget, &lt;br /&gt;If the future should take you away,&lt;br /&gt;That you'll aways be part of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We belong together,&lt;br /&gt;We belong together.&lt;br /&gt;Wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be this way, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We belong together,&lt;br /&gt;We belong together.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly,&lt;br /&gt;We'll go on this way, forever,&lt;br /&gt;Me and you.&lt;br /&gt;You and me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-557330423613354375?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/557330423613354375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=557330423613354375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/557330423613354375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/557330423613354375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/07/dun-you-turn-your-back-on-me.html' title='Dun you turn your back on me....'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-3022100453417487722</id><published>2010-05-10T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:56:11.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its hard to draw the line...'/><title type='text'>Fine line</title><content type='html'>There are many things in life that are difficult to understand. For instance, ethical issues in situations and I've also understand that it's the different view points that makes an situation right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love to draw line and differentiate between the different issues, things and status. Sometimes not outright but in our subconscious mind. I have always been slow in understanding and making decisions because i am careful and cautious in wanting to make the best decision. Putting myself into the shoes of others (Sometimes too much might not be to your advantage). I just could not figure out this world of selfishness as well as selflessness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love to take things for granted and for things that seems more challenging we often want to take it down. I believe that your race and culture also makes some difference in the way how you think and behave. For example, Chinese people are generally more self-centered and only when in trouble or in need for protection we stand in a line side by side.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the real us? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YKGlnIDCNtU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YKGlnIDCNtU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-3022100453417487722?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/3022100453417487722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=3022100453417487722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/3022100453417487722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/3022100453417487722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/05/fine-line.html' title='Fine line'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-1608760300160119492</id><published>2010-04-26T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T17:02:36.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not yet....'/><title type='text'>rest...</title><content type='html'>Your horoscope for April 26, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;Now, the time has come for you to rest! You have been caring for others over the past twenty days. You have tried as hard as you could to please all of them and you haven't been thinking about yourself. But now, you feel worn out and irritable. You have been working hard enough to deserve a well-earned break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-1608760300160119492?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/1608760300160119492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=1608760300160119492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/1608760300160119492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/1608760300160119492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/04/rest.html' title='rest...'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-604256755741129310</id><published>2010-04-13T11:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:23:28.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how lucky...'/><title type='text'>The 7 wonders..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.travelcuts.com/us/08%20Hot%20Specials/images/7wonders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 283px;" src="http://www.travelcuts.com/us/08%20Hot%20Specials/images/7wonders.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU PERCEIVE AS THE SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of students was asked to list what they thought were the present "Seven Wonders of the World." Though there were some disagreements, the following received the most votes: &lt;br /&gt;1. Egypt's Great Pyramids &lt;br /&gt;2. Taj Mahal &lt;br /&gt;3. Grand Canyon &lt;br /&gt;4. Panama Canal &lt;br /&gt;5. Empire State Building &lt;br /&gt;6. St. Peter's Basilica &lt;br /&gt;7. China's Great Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While gathering the votes, the teacher noticed that one quiet student hadn't turned in her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the 'Seven Wonders of the World' are: &lt;br /&gt;1. to see &lt;br /&gt;2. to hear &lt;br /&gt;3. to touch &lt;br /&gt;4. to taste &lt;br /&gt;5. to feel &lt;br /&gt;6. to laugh &lt;br /&gt;7. and to love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things we overlook as simple and ordinary and that we take for granted are truly wondrous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentle reminder - that the most precious things in life cannot be built by hand or bought by man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-604256755741129310?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/604256755741129310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=604256755741129310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/604256755741129310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/604256755741129310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/04/7-wonders.html' title='The 7 wonders..'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-4871102242584175586</id><published>2010-04-03T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:40:05.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but is it really worth it....i really question...'/><title type='text'>share your grief and happiness</title><content type='html'>Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Although the other man could! n't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Days and weeks passed. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you." &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Epilogue: &lt;br /&gt;There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. &lt;br /&gt;Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. &lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy. &lt;br /&gt;"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-4871102242584175586?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/4871102242584175586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=4871102242584175586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/4871102242584175586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/4871102242584175586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/04/share-your-grief-and-happiness.html' title='share your grief and happiness'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-8240386162774512303</id><published>2010-03-13T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T02:15:54.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your sufferings'/><title type='text'>who is worth</title><content type='html'>'Truth is, everybody's going to hurt you. You just gotta find the ones who are worth suffering for.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this quote. Want to thank the person who send it to me. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always the people who are closest to you who will hurt you the most and you will have to endure the sufferings and somehow you will reach a point where you will ask yourself if it is all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this friendship or love worth your time and effort. Can you overcome the odds and accept the hurt. The suffering or hurt could simply be things like being unappreciated, or hurtful words by someone. What is worth your time and effort...Somehow i'm not sure too.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it works out... it works out... if it don't you'll feel bad and maybe after the healing everything will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8240386162774512303?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8240386162774512303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8240386162774512303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8240386162774512303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8240386162774512303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-is-worth.html' title='who is worth'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-4142621386140269521</id><published>2010-03-02T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:41:17.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to your end'/><title type='text'>I am not your means</title><content type='html'>Ethics is such a oxymoron subject. But somehow i like to learn about the different frameworks and sort of classify people into the different class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm someone who seems to fit the Kantian framework where the focus is mainly on duty. So stupid to do your duty to the best of your ability but sometimes you will realise that it's quite stupid and not worth putting in so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Personal&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn... not in the best mood these few days but really glad all my friends are around me...realised that I really have a lot of friends....is it a bad thing? Not really. I noticed that no matter how many close friends you have nothing last forever; so what's wrong with having many many many not so close friends it's really going to be the same not because I am a pessimist but because it is a fact of life. The steps you take in life is movement and movement moves you to different stages in life which changes the people you meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-4142621386140269521?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/4142621386140269521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=4142621386140269521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/4142621386140269521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/4142621386140269521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-not-your-means.html' title='I am not your means'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-4847351660190844303</id><published>2010-03-01T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:00:48.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what made me unbeautiful...'/><title type='text'>Unbeautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/S4vi8YfEIaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GmYppIaQQzQ/s1600-h/lesley-roy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/S4vi8YfEIaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GmYppIaQQzQ/s320/lesley-roy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443694101600149922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for this nice nice song... =) Sharing with you people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days there are just nice songs that accompany me...&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that i say, was it something that i did cause i got to know what made me unbeautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4loBTNvxXiY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4loBTNvxXiY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-4847351660190844303?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/4847351660190844303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=4847351660190844303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/4847351660190844303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/4847351660190844303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/03/unbeautiful.html' title='Unbeautiful'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/S4vi8YfEIaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GmYppIaQQzQ/s72-c/lesley-roy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-4629381585602683082</id><published>2010-02-24T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:23:17.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a certain reason'/><title type='text'>All good or bad things happen for</title><content type='html'>I really do not know where to start this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope everything will be fine. Life is funny. I have so many different experience in life and it makes me feel like everyday is some thing different(it is anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all the good thoughts and bad thoughts that makes us move on. &lt;br /&gt;When we have good thoughts we want to find more and when we have bad thoughts we want to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes thinking just makes it worse, someone who has deep thoughts would suffer somehow. I am just too "thoughtful". For instance, if someone talks bad about you, there are many ways on how you can look at it. I constantly like to find out how others are thinking about me. Surprising, they always say you are ok just a bit emo and sad. But I believe that there are many changes i might have to make to change myself for a better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also have to agree that there are things that are difficult or hard to change in my life and would appreciate that people will accept some of my flaws. I am unbeautiful like everyone else, I do not seek everyone to understand but those who are close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just unexplainable how life turns out to be. I just find that when everything is good it just seems good and when something happens it seems like the world is falling down on you. Once again it's all the thinking that makes you feel that way. I have always knew that ignorance is bliss. Just that how can one be ignorant when everything around you needs your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to learn it somehow. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-4629381585602683082?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/4629381585602683082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=4629381585602683082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/4629381585602683082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/4629381585602683082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-good-or-bad-things-happen-for.html' title='All good or bad things happen for'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-8309074408218499470</id><published>2010-02-02T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T02:08:18.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maybe u do not see it...'/><title type='text'>who says there is no colour in death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/S2hp1JkWQCI/AAAAAAAAASI/TXTi7A1Ur2w/s1600-h/DSC09120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/S2hp1JkWQCI/AAAAAAAAASI/TXTi7A1Ur2w/s320/DSC09120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433709312244858914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/S2hp0VJ_T0I/AAAAAAAAASA/2jbkwCZivPQ/s1600-h/DSC09139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/S2hp0VJ_T0I/AAAAAAAAASA/2jbkwCZivPQ/s320/DSC09139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433709298175659842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/S2hpz8pEe6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/26Fv88LqIOs/s1600-h/DSC09140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/S2hpz8pEe6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/26Fv88LqIOs/s320/DSC09140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433709291595135906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/S2hpzUtNOcI/AAAAAAAAARw/wvWWE8DB_Zw/s1600-h/DSC09141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/S2hpzUtNOcI/AAAAAAAAARw/wvWWE8DB_Zw/s320/DSC09141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433709280875067842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/S2godSddquI/AAAAAAAAARo/riDQdrV8rHk/s1600-h/DSC09143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/S2godSddquI/AAAAAAAAARo/riDQdrV8rHk/s320/DSC09143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433637434059238114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just colour it... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8309074408218499470?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8309074408218499470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8309074408218499470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8309074408218499470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8309074408218499470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-says-there-is-no-colour-in-death.html' title='who says there is no colour in death'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/S2hp1JkWQCI/AAAAAAAAASI/TXTi7A1Ur2w/s72-c/DSC09120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-8249952637728964591</id><published>2010-01-30T02:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T03:31:46.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all together...please'/><title type='text'>things are moving</title><content type='html'>After I mentioned that I would like a break, somehow I still cannot let things be the way it is. I just cannot stand things left undone. I have to say that I might be over responsible and “Kpo”. I know that as long as I do my job well than everything should be fine. It does not seem to be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X1&lt;br /&gt;Some of us seems to know the problem and issues but everyone is waiting for someone to speak or maybe a chance to speak. If no one speaks and no one asked than lets all wait till someone do so. I see things too clearly and maybe they all just want a break, it is of cause good to let them have a break. But, it is important to move quickly and not drag the problem, when problems left unsolved = trouble is catching up. Do not let the small fire become a huge disaster that will hurt us because I doubt we will have the energy to fight the fire once it’s too huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X2&lt;br /&gt;My interest club started immediate actions after I spoke to the president and the vp. They wanted to know more and share their problems, identified the problem and quickly take advantage of the situation to make change. They knew what was happening and wanted to rectify the situation which is great! It is this kind of spirit that makes everyone else motivated and I have to comment that they have been listening. As mention previously, nothing is too late to change. Change for a better or worse does not matter what worth more the process of trying. Jia You!! We will get this together and hope the measures we put in place will bear fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X3&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. What should I say or can I say. This is tricky; the situation.&lt;br /&gt;“It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but even more to stand up to your friends.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies&lt;br /&gt;Sux thumb. I will try my best to bring out the best in everyone should I fail, I fail and should I succeed I praise them. Maybe being ignorant can really be blissful. Kindness maybe stupidity but who cares about being kind or stupid. Bully me if you want to...one day someone will bite you back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank all those who have been there for me. First, I would like to apologise for the face I show to you people. What do I mean by the face? My true self. The self I show to the world when I am happy, sad or when I am emo. It will be a thing of the past now; I just make a promise that I will change and not to show my sadness. From now on...  (O^_^O)  Smiling face. Anyway this is what everyone portray to the rest so it’s nothing new to you but certainly it will be new to me. Maybe I was wrong even to show my true self to everyone. But not anymore.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a normal person. I cannot please everyone or make everyone happy neither can you! Face it. There will be people who dislike or hate me, I am fine. Remember that one should not treat their friends too nice neither should they treat their enemy too awful. One day, your friend might become your worst enemy and your enemy might be your ally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Lesson: 1. Updates and 2. Life is never fair but death is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MzKaEFHqBo4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MzKaEFHqBo4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8249952637728964591?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8249952637728964591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8249952637728964591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8249952637728964591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8249952637728964591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-are-moving.html' title='things are moving'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-2661159683760971602</id><published>2010-01-26T08:40:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:42:07.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='before i break'/><title type='text'>need a break</title><content type='html'>I made a decision last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired...And there is no one to turn to...again that is what I think.&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot take it being so fake for the different purpose...&lt;br /&gt;I think that it has come to a point where i over commit because i want to help others. When have i helped myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has even bothered...? I worked for 3 types of character...&lt;br /&gt;'Dun care', 'fearsome' and 'worried'.&lt;br /&gt;Of cos everyone is for their own interest and people overlook the need to care for their people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X1&lt;br /&gt;A team that serves the community at large. I feel that we need to stick together to solve all the issues. There should be sharing among the people within and not to let the outside know about the problems (who does not have problems?).But share it within not the rest. It will surely make a difference. Reduce the negative vibes that one might send out. If unhappy clear the air that is to improve. Show the truth face, do not hide behind the false front. Someone needs to do something, ok not someone; it should be everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X2&lt;br /&gt;Sharing of common interest, where a family bond is build. That was the motivation of the year. Somehow, i fear to speak up knowing that i will make commotion and just feel like hiding in a shell.  We should get on our feet and bond. It did not start off well but nothing is too late unless we try. Communication channels are blur and we talk to people we feel comfortable with which should not be the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X3&lt;br /&gt;This involves a large sum of money and expectations are high. We have to trust and be appreciative of the work people do. Trust and rest is equally important. An easy event turns out to be the hardest event because we turn worries to fear. Worry is not the issue, solving it is. How many times have we walked through the problems one after the other? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that we must be balanced, and should not change attitude too quickly, and it will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies&lt;br /&gt;I have long accepted that one has to manage a team than to pick a team. Need to work and get everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this break not because I want to run from these, but i feel i am in no position to make change. This change requires everyone to make it happen. Not me...I have no duty and right to do that. This break does not permit me to walk away from the duties i have. But I just need time to be clear what will be the outcome of it. I do not stir shit and will not want to do it. &lt;br /&gt;Problem = Solve it. Not Stir it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day of silence. Please i need this break to sort myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YLHpvjrFpe0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YLHpvjrFpe0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-2661159683760971602?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/2661159683760971602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=2661159683760971602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/2661159683760971602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/2661159683760971602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2010/01/need-break.html' title='need a break'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-9047293525183984041</id><published>2009-12-13T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:40:01.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ex Jackjack'/><title type='text'>Ex Jackjack</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;  Restricted&lt;br /&gt;  Ex Jackjack&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days in camp for reservist. It was an experience to see different kinds of people. It's my first time i see a full battalion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this in camp i was appointed a spare dy S2. Yeah, slack when not in ops. but damn fierce when during one. There are just so many people coming from different woks of life. This time i don't just see motivated man which i use to train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But men who tries to slack, awol, and do not give a damn. It's not easy for anyone to accept the fact that they have to serve the nation. I might not be the happiest person serving the army, but I know that I would want to do my best whether i like it or not. Somehow I do pity the men under the hot sun and having to put in effort to complete the task. But if there is one reason, i would say that they are not fighting for the country but the brothers by their side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I do see people who are very "Garang" another word for committed. I really admire the spirit they have. My Commanding Officer is a Judge and that explains why he speaks slow and for everything we talk about he always wants a solution. He said something that i felt was very intelligent. A show of hands who will not die for the country. No one rise their hands(lazy to i would say). He continued. I would not want to die for the country. I will have to stay alive and you should also not die for your country, I am here to make sure you do not die for your country. If you want make your enemy die for their country not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did CDO duty during this short ICT...so lucky right? they just choose..And one men got confinement and have to report to me...that was the same day i think i had a ghosty experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me for more details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ex Jackjack&lt;br /&gt;  Restricted &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-9047293525183984041?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/9047293525183984041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=9047293525183984041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/9047293525183984041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/9047293525183984041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/12/ex-jackjack.html' title='Ex Jackjack'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-6152654155476253974</id><published>2009-12-06T10:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:15:09.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='here we go again...'/><title type='text'>left right left...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SxsvWnOooTI/AAAAAAAAARc/7GYLfSSOa6s/s1600-h/change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SxsvWnOooTI/AAAAAAAAARc/7GYLfSSOa6s/s320/change.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411971442749776178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'll be going back for reserve for a week. I do hope it will not be a bad experience. That will be a place for me to leave time for myself and think about things that I have done wrong or right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to try to rectify some of my personal problems that have been with me for quite sometime. As well as think of people who are still important to me maybe give them a call or sms when i have the free time at night. Everyone has their sets of problems and i would have to say that it is never easy trying to make things right. To put everything into place requests many considerations and effort. However, we must also not let these things affect us too much. When these problems remain within us, we tend to think of it more and somehow or another it will make us feel down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times it's about letting go. Letting go of the love, greed, joy, fun and many other things that attach us to the life we are living now. Should anyone have the courage to let go he will have achieved more than when he cling on to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I am someone who is affected very easily by the people who matters to me. What my parents or close friends say would surely affect me in certain ways. I feel I am like a sponge absorbing all the know-hows of life. Constantly practicing how to be a better friend/company etc. Of course, i do get hit by obstacles, burdens, pains and regrets yet I still want to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being oneself is important. Some people just love the way i am while others might hate it. I cannot make everyone in this world happy since I am just one person. Therefore, it depends alot on who matters to you and what do you believe in. It's not faith I am talking about here but the trust in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying, "Trust no one but yourself".&lt;br /&gt;You should know better than me why this is true. This is because you would not lie to yourself and you try not to hurt yourself in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down in me, I am not able to see myself doing that. I am someone who trust others and even if people let me down. I would just take it like a man, it sounds foolish for being selfless but i do hope that there are people who will see it and appreciate what I am doing and do not take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live once and noone lives forever so why not make this a better place? I do hope that this will be a better place even when i know it isn't that nice. As what Gandi says, "Be the change you want to see in the world."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-6152654155476253974?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/6152654155476253974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=6152654155476253974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/6152654155476253974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/6152654155476253974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/12/left-right-left.html' title='left right left...'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SxsvWnOooTI/AAAAAAAAARc/7GYLfSSOa6s/s72-c/change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-5619687414534686373</id><published>2009-11-26T11:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T12:23:29.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and one cares to run with me...'/><title type='text'>I am running for the kite..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/Sw31i3qTscI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZPyDPjni7Ds/s1600/kite+runner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/Sw31i3qTscI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZPyDPjni7Ds/s320/kite+runner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408248706947592642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a must watch movie! Yes I know it's long overdue since it was released in 2007, and i have been wanting to watch this movie for a long while. I finally got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt it affected me alot with the words they used which were pretty strong and memorable.(At least to me). I really put myself into the role and do feel the role being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love many scenes in the movie and I do feel the pain. The below dialog between Amir and Hassan was one of the scene that i really like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After running for quite a distance...for the kite Hassan sat on a rock.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amir: What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;Hassan: Come sit, Amir.&lt;br /&gt;Amir: You are wasting time here, the Kite went the other way.&lt;br /&gt;Hassan: It will come this way.&lt;br /&gt;Amir: How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Amir: I know.&lt;br /&gt;Amir: But How?&lt;br /&gt;Hassan: Have I ever lied to you?&lt;br /&gt;Amir: How should I know?&lt;br /&gt;Hassan: I'd rather eat dirt.&lt;br /&gt;Amir: Would you really do that?&lt;br /&gt;Hassan: Do what?&lt;br /&gt;Amir: Eat dirt if I told you to.&lt;br /&gt;Hassan: If you asked, I would.&lt;br /&gt;Hassan: But would you really ask me to do such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;Amir: Are you crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Amir: You know I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Hassan: I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so plain pure and innocent. The power to trust and to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them needed assurance at that point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amir was unsure of what Hassan said about the kite and about if Hassan ever lied to him..Hassan made a point to assure him that he would rather eat dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Hassan knows very well that Amir would never have asked him to do such a thing(to eat dirt). He still asked Amir, and got the assurance when Amir replied YOU know I wouldn't. I felt that both of them wanted the assurance and trust from each other. All else does not matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassan was the giver, Amir I would say was the receiver. Hassan was willing to do anything for Amir and maybe that was why Amir felt something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I do need to stop here, I'm feeling abit hmm hard to describe now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let there be someone who will say this to me, "For you a thousand times over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing I learn is that, "Kites rise highest against the wind, not with it."....It's not in the movie's but rather a quote i read. I feel very strongly when Amir framed Hassan and Hassan had to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life nothing goes in your way...not even your best friends. But it's these things(oppositions/things to do not like) that lifts the kite(you) and make it fly high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember. Without the winds the kite cannot fly. Moving out of my shadows, maybe I am not as strong as Hassan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-5619687414534686373?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/5619687414534686373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=5619687414534686373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5619687414534686373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5619687414534686373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-running-for-kite.html' title='I am running for the kite..'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/Sw31i3qTscI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZPyDPjni7Ds/s72-c/kite+runner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-6930927007462374818</id><published>2009-11-21T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:23:40.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouraging myself...'/><title type='text'>Exam period...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SwbCMD6UrOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WezwLqpfF7s/s1600/For+Phone+DP1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SwbCMD6UrOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WezwLqpfF7s/s320/For+Phone+DP1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406221915169008866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You have pictures do you really need words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-6930927007462374818?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/6930927007462374818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=6930927007462374818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/6930927007462374818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/6930927007462374818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/11/exam-period.html' title='Exam period...'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SwbCMD6UrOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WezwLqpfF7s/s72-c/For+Phone+DP1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-2048503513310293291</id><published>2009-11-18T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:24:47.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hope i can live to see this day...'/><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>Yes. I've watched the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope i can see this day come. I really hope that this day will come soon because it give me a place to escape. I think that i might be very selfish to say that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i do not see a point to live so long...tired of life i guess. This is something stupid to say i guess. When some people on this earth tries so hard to stay alive and I'm here saying it's enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one day someone tells you that it's going to be the end. Will you still be concerned about earning more money, promotion, house, car? We always pick up things in life that do not matter much to us. And perhaps regret what they do later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to know when they are dying because to obtain that information they might be at a lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz i dun even know what i'm typing la...Can you just rain??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-2048503513310293291?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/2048503513310293291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=2048503513310293291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/2048503513310293291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/2048503513310293291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-9188266383655717593</id><published>2009-11-14T12:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:40:54.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='look beside you...'/><title type='text'>Don't like to look back...</title><content type='html'>When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-9188266383655717593?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/9188266383655717593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=9188266383655717593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/9188266383655717593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/9188266383655717593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-like-to-look-back.html' title='Don&apos;t like to look back...'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-8814472111187052030</id><published>2009-11-06T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:49:05.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why? hmmm'/><title type='text'>some quotes of the day</title><content type='html'>Always remember two things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t take any decisions when you are Angry.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make any promises when you are Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember these… for rest of your lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8814472111187052030?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8814472111187052030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8814472111187052030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8814472111187052030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8814472111187052030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-quotes-of-day.html' title='some quotes of the day'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-8050017286602428211</id><published>2009-11-01T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:28:47.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something u need to earn'/><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SuxgRBA84bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FInJuMUlZLU/s1600-h/freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SuxgRBA84bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FInJuMUlZLU/s320/freedom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398795898756850098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people take this word freedom for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for me. I treasure freedom alot and it's because I was not given freedom when i was young. I have to say that i do have plenty of freedom now because i've earned it and trust from parents is a very important factor when it comes to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are at the age of 21-32, it's time you should enjoy your freedom. One should not wait too long and when you pass that age than you regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me freedom is to travel everywhere anywhere anytime. Easy to identity freedom but difficult to achieve it. Money is an issue, Parents is an issue, Friends is an issue, Time is an issue and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well what is freedom without sharing it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8050017286602428211?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8050017286602428211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8050017286602428211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8050017286602428211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8050017286602428211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/11/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SuxgRBA84bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FInJuMUlZLU/s72-c/freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-8151037574981025743</id><published>2009-10-28T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:43:45.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how real or simple can it get...'/><title type='text'>Simple vs Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SucxOTzNVWI/AAAAAAAAALs/PSzzbhlrmdk/s1600-h/friends3_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SucxOTzNVWI/AAAAAAAAALs/PSzzbhlrmdk/s320/friends3_Full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397336800329815394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can stand by you when you are right, but a Friend will stand by you even when you are wrong...&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend identifies himself when he calls. A real friend doesn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend opens a conversation with a full news bulletin on his life.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend says, "What's new with you?"&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend thinks the problems you whine about are recent.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend says, "You've been whining about the same thing for 14 years. Get off your duff and do something about it."&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend has never seen you cry. A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names. A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed. A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems. A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. A real friend expects to always be there for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8151037574981025743?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8151037574981025743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8151037574981025743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8151037574981025743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8151037574981025743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/10/simple-vs-real.html' title='Simple vs Real'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SucxOTzNVWI/AAAAAAAAALs/PSzzbhlrmdk/s72-c/friends3_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-7681878516273966773</id><published>2009-10-22T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:41:37.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award goes to...jack jack'/><title type='text'>most emo</title><content type='html'>I think I can be awarded the most emo person ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People cannot stand me being emo. I realise that myself, knowing that in general others do not like emo people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One goal i will try to achieve that is to be less emo! haha :) &lt;br /&gt;The word is TRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-7681878516273966773?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/7681878516273966773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=7681878516273966773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/7681878516273966773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/7681878516273966773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/10/most-emo.html' title='most emo'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-171131959960199533</id><published>2009-10-20T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:58:37.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where are the diamonds...'/><title type='text'>Too busy...collecting stones...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/St1DYzX1-oI/AAAAAAAAALk/_Qnj9MgpP8U/s1600-h/meaningfulquotes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/St1DYzX1-oI/AAAAAAAAALk/_Qnj9MgpP8U/s400/meaningfulquotes1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394542022045858434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-171131959960199533?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/171131959960199533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=171131959960199533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/171131959960199533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/171131959960199533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-busycollecting-stones.html' title='Too busy...collecting stones...'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/St1DYzX1-oI/AAAAAAAAALk/_Qnj9MgpP8U/s72-c/meaningfulquotes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-5503457191842999697</id><published>2009-10-17T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:50:09.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trying to stand up again...'/><title type='text'>I should learn to walk again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/Stihv_MMcRI/AAAAAAAAALU/S5kodCZeGwo/s1600-h/babycrawling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/Stihv_MMcRI/AAAAAAAAALU/S5kodCZeGwo/s320/babycrawling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393238399564673298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen a toddler learn how to walk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone ask me this question I sudden want to give myself a slap. I wanted to wake myself and ask myself what am I thinking. I often want to give up. What have become of me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe many knows the process of walking. Toddlers will crawl on all fours and try to pull themselves up. Stabilizing and often they fall, even toppling and sometimes hurting themselves. Cry. and try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often I want to give up. I know I'm not the best and I could be slow in learning how to walk but I need to be strong. I need to tell myself that I can walk. No matter how long it will take me to learn. I want to walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo-ing. Once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-5503457191842999697?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/5503457191842999697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=5503457191842999697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5503457191842999697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5503457191842999697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-should-learn-to-walk-again.html' title='I should learn to walk again...'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/Stihv_MMcRI/AAAAAAAAALU/S5kodCZeGwo/s72-c/babycrawling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-1934253061809734669</id><published>2009-09-30T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:51:45.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but does anyone cares'/><title type='text'>Direct Direct Direct…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SsNiYu-FODI/AAAAAAAAALM/RsYacyyzwDM/s1600-h/speaknoevil1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SsNiYu-FODI/AAAAAAAAALM/RsYacyyzwDM/s320/speaknoevil1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387257756330047538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too direct? Maybe I am because everyone says so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told someone that she was just my lunch companion and I think everyone turns and looked at me. “What? How can you say such things?”, Someone commented. In my mind, I was thinking but that is the truth. Why do I have to phrase it in a way that it will sound pleasing and indirect? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong to be direct? Maybe to be direct we may seem insensitive, is that why people say girl are very sensitive. I think I would like to hear the truth more than having to hide it all the time. Maybe we all fear to lose a friend that we may find them useful in future. I think some people really know me so when the hate me they just say they hate me.Isn't that great? At least I know what they hate me for and I can change. If they mean something to me I will change but if not I will just say hate hate lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I very mean? I do not know. If I hurt you with my words I should be Sorry. All I want to say is that if someone means something to you just tell them.If they do not tell them too. We do not have much time to stay there to decode what you mean. We are not natural lie-detectors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often hide ourselves and it's seems like hide and seek, when you think that someone is important tell them they are important. Be sincere. Of Course, We are all train to be wary of what others say so trust yourself and listen to see if he/she means it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need to know when something is important there is a need to prove it with your actions and not just the words. Because words are quite cheap and lack creditability so why was it when I said that someone was my lunch companion that people take it so seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are right. I’m mean in my own way. I might need to go back and learn how to speak with all the buffers adding honey and sugar to all that I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-1934253061809734669?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/1934253061809734669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=1934253061809734669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/1934253061809734669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/1934253061809734669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/09/direct-direct-direct.html' title='Direct Direct Direct…'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SsNiYu-FODI/AAAAAAAAALM/RsYacyyzwDM/s72-c/speaknoevil1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-8173968490033390796</id><published>2009-09-25T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:33:54.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do i really care..'/><title type='text'>PCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SrxkEk1sVUI/AAAAAAAAALE/KFgKlZ6VeIo/s1600-h/207706_votefraud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SrxkEk1sVUI/AAAAAAAAALE/KFgKlZ6VeIo/s320/207706_votefraud.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385289284199404866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I met up my army buddy for lunch.  In fact, he was the one who called me.  :P Thanks buddy! I felt that I needed someone other than those SMU acquaintances to have lunch with, to talk about anything other than school work. Who else but my buddy! I am being very lazy today just do not feel like doing anything but I still know that I have plenty of uncompleted stuff to finish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better not slack again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a Club meeting later to talk about all the unfinished business that will never end, It’s not like a project where you finish and not talk about because there will be new projects and stuff to talk about. But that’s the way it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting I will be having the SISS elections results. This will be like the final this I have today and after which I will have to continue with all my work. I am not very sure how everyone is going to react knowing that it’s my first time and maybe my last to run for an elections.&lt;br /&gt;What is my friend do not get in and I got in. Should I say better luck next time? Or perhaps…Don’t worry, it’s just an election. Maybe not. I think I should not say anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I fail and my friend got it? Should I just step away? Or maybe congratulate them? Anyway whatever I do as long as it’s ‘Politically Correct Answer(PCA)’ it should be fine. But you all know I am not like that so do not blame me if I say anything that does not sound pleasing. Joking la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will let you know the results soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Population size = N = 17&lt;br /&gt;Total year 2s running 14&lt;br /&gt;Success = k = 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the probability that out of the 9 positions are year 2s.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what I mugging for…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8173968490033390796?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8173968490033390796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8173968490033390796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8173968490033390796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8173968490033390796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/09/pca.html' title='PCA'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SrxkEk1sVUI/AAAAAAAAALE/KFgKlZ6VeIo/s72-c/207706_votefraud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-1503012089412035652</id><published>2009-09-23T16:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:01:44.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the more you fall.'/><title type='text'>the more you expect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SrnwASFP9iI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2HmwNhht0zA/s1600-h/appletree-796431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SrnwASFP9iI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2HmwNhht0zA/s320/appletree-796431.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384598717142660642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are expectations in life and we all know that. It has always been the case where we always want more and when we cannot achieve it we feel disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some have approached me telling me how stress they are in school with tons of work to do afraid that they cannot get good results. Guess what good results to them of course is the 'A'. I think it is very good to aim high but we have to know ourselves and evaluate our abilities as well as know your class people's abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to understand that to aim high we must also prepare to fall. For instance, under a apple tree there are 30 people trying to reach for the 8 'A' grade apples. How many people will get it? 8. Simple mathematics so the rest will get something other then the 'A' grade apple. Logically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me i believe that I'm not the kind who will try to jump and grab the 'A' Apples but the one enjoying the people around me knowing the reason why we want to get the apple from the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt there will be people who step on others, or people who tell you that there are 'A' grade apples on the floor. In order to grab that 'A' Apples. (Don't be stupid there isn't any 'A' grade apples. All I want to do is to watch and learn, know the tricks and grab an apple within my means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those who jump high, know your limits because you don't want jump too high and realise you sprain your leg or ankle after that. Oh yeah that also does not equates to sitting down and waiting for the apple either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's what you want to achieve in life that matters. &lt;br /&gt;Just finish my labtest..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-1503012089412035652?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/1503012089412035652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=1503012089412035652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/1503012089412035652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/1503012089412035652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-you-expect.html' title='the more you expect'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SrnwASFP9iI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2HmwNhht0zA/s72-c/appletree-796431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-4509579795506854974</id><published>2009-09-21T21:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:41:43.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circle of life...'/><title type='text'>win some lose some...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SreG3kOIJrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/iWYS6fsDrTM/s1600-h/untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SreG3kOIJrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/iWYS6fsDrTM/s320/untitled3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383920168718575282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For everything you have missed, you have gained something else;&lt;br /&gt;And for everything you gain, you lose something else.&lt;br /&gt;It is about your outlook towards life. You can either regret or rejoice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem about people is that they cannot stand losing things and not having to gain. Sometimes it's not by choice that we have to lose something but we do not see the gain because we are too focused on what we have lost. Indeed, we humans are greedy and nothing on this planet is enough for us unless it's threatening our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about gaining something knowing that you will lose something? Would you choose to gain that something? Maybe if it outweigh what you have now. I have been gaining alot of new things and i realised I lose some too, it is about having to let go. Let bygones be bygones. (Easy said than done) So i tried to hold on to them but realised it was beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This applies to many things including the relationships you have with people. Some choose to be close to their partners and forgot about their friends. Only when they break up do they realise that they lost many friends in the process. See the link when you have partner, you will have less closer friends. When you breakup(losing something) you will want to find more friends(to gain something replacing the lost).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to look at things from different perspectives and we will see a bigger picture. By opening up our eyes we see many things, noticing that people are doing things that go against your values or even noticing all the nice people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rejoice because there are people who really cares about me. And I do regret for putting effort in some who I treated well. Life is a circle. Shit happens. Those who you treat well but does not appreciate it will one day 'enjoy' the feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another regret I have was to ignore some who treat me well. Until when i lose them than I realised that i was once the bastard who treated others like that. Oh yeah worry not I'm feeling your pain of being the bastard-ed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should not regret now. All I can do is rejoice! =) Because there are more to gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-4509579795506854974?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/4509579795506854974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=4509579795506854974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/4509579795506854974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/4509579795506854974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/09/win-some-lose-some.html' title='win some lose some...'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SreG3kOIJrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/iWYS6fsDrTM/s72-c/untitled3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-3172063465901995430</id><published>2009-09-19T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:07:39.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i do not owe you anything'/><title type='text'>sick of how people treat me</title><content type='html'>I really hate how people are treating me. Not replying to my message and ignoring me...Even when i plan for things to happen. No one cares...All waiting for things to happen. Hopefully everything will be settled and they do not have to do anything all they have to do is enjoy what I have done. Excuse me! I am not paid to do shit for you...I was such an ass to actually help them...Should not have even organise la..Wait long ar...come my house...offer something like that was out of my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I do not invite normal tom, dick or harry to enter my house...some people just do not fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like a stupid fool trying to make people happy...Of course, by making people happy i am also happy. But there is always a limit to everything. I am also human, i will also get tired. I'm as busy or in fact busier than you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do was to make everyone happy but not a single soul appreciates me. I do not think that i want that appreciation all i need is you to reply. You really think i know what every single of you want? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing so many things and all people do is say,"Do not worry we will help you". Yeah Right! Human has once again proven to be ...haiz. Trust noone but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when i want to share something...people will ask does it affect them...WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes being nice just isn't the right thing to do. When i cry for help who listens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me crap telling me you will support me this and that. Action speaks louder than the F... up words. Saying that few words don't cost you anything. So don't promise something you cannot deliver. Tired of all the "Politically correct" words, and i do not like to hear everyone telling me how nice you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are my chill pills....i think i really need it now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-3172063465901995430?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/3172063465901995430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=3172063465901995430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/3172063465901995430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/3172063465901995430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick-of-how-people-treat-me.html' title='sick of how people treat me'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-1340936956469204619</id><published>2009-09-05T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:25:21.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s what we always do.'/><title type='text'>Complain</title><content type='html'>Another week has pass. Really feeling that this is not the life that I want anymore but because I’m already in it for 1 year I have to push myself for the next 3 years. I’m tired of smiling at people just to make others think I’m a very friendly guy. I just want to have a group a few good friends to pull me through till I finish my studies. This isn’t going to be easy, knowing that I’m quite unfriendly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complain complain complain… don’t you think that we complain too much? We complain that we do not want to an child when we were young when we grow older we want to go back to the simple life. When we are schooling we complain about how we should quickly start work and earn plenty of money, but when we are at that stage we will complain about work and wished that we were students again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s so human. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should always keep something in mind and that is to be content with what we have as an individual. Appreciate the people around you and forgive your enemies. This sounds like a preaching session. Oh my…I do not really like that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Come to me when you have troubles, come to me when you want to share your happiness and I will make sure that I try to be the nice guy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-1340936956469204619?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/1340936956469204619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=1340936956469204619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/1340936956469204619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/1340936956469204619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/09/complain.html' title='Complain'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-3024028225313461188</id><published>2009-08-29T03:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:00:22.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of cos i have'/><title type='text'>have i felt some people are not worth your time</title><content type='html'>Hehe...past few days wasn't that bad. Keep meeting up with my best buddy and friends to catch up on the days we had. Like i mentioned before the new friends that come so random in life just make me feel like i forgot my old close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better hold on to the old buddies because i always receieve complains that i neglect them, which i find that it is my major flaw - I don't maintain ties with anyone. Yeah ANYONE, I just wait for people talk to me, organise outing etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people in life that cares. I Hope.&lt;br /&gt;Entry getting shorter and shorter and I guess you know why. Tired. Happy. Confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone free to talk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-3024028225313461188?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/3024028225313461188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=3024028225313461188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/3024028225313461188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/3024028225313461188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-i-felt-some-people-are-not-worth.html' title='have i felt some people are not worth your time'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-5188403211677430135</id><published>2009-08-25T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:33:01.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stand up and walk on...'/><title type='text'>When we fall what should we do?</title><content type='html'>Disappointed with what happened yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;It seems like nothing is going right and failure seems to hit wave after wave. This is what happends in life, nothing is perfect. We are not living in a world where you wish for something and that thing wil come true. It is more effort based. To achieve anything it requires hardwork. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to be talking about myself but it's not it's SOCCER. :) Please do not keep thinking i am always EMO. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s.bebo.com/app-image/7925829143/5411656627/PROFILE/i.quizzaz.com/img/q/u/08/03/21/Liverpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://s.bebo.com/app-image/7925829143/5411656627/PROFILE/i.quizzaz.com/img/q/u/08/03/21/Liverpool.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool lose another match and i believe that everything that they believe last season may not turn out to be an reality now. This happens to anyone and we always find someone to blame. Too bad for Lucus, he will have to carry the blame if everything does not go well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one must have the fighting spirit to push on and move ahead with the setbacks. Hopefully not making the same mistake ever again. I think one thing that I can learn from last night match should be the strength to fight back even if you have been hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and walk on. Anyway, I will not walk alone so why fear. Am I not right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-5188403211677430135?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/5188403211677430135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=5188403211677430135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5188403211677430135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5188403211677430135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-we-fall-what-should-we-do.html' title='When we fall what should we do?'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-4843360790532604676</id><published>2009-08-24T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:58:46.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how can i stop...'/><title type='text'>Tired of making new friends...</title><content type='html'>My hi-bye friends increased dramatically. Quite tired to have to know so many more people, having to say hi and then bye. Why waste my time on these, is this so called networking? If this is so my network is huge, but i think one need to know useful people to help you. Not any Tom, Dick or Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should i even bother making friends. As if these new found friends can last any longer...while i was blogging my dear army friend asked me this,"so am i an old friend or a new friend." I stunned for awhile...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a great question. I gave him an answer,"Old friend". I knew him for 2 years and sort of quite close. I think this is just pure biasness. Someone whom i want to keep as a long term friend i would surely say he/she is my old friend. The rest without elaborating you know where you are categoried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bias. But this is how everyone does it too wat. *Acting childish*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-4843360790532604676?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/4843360790532604676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=4843360790532604676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/4843360790532604676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/4843360790532604676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/08/tired-of-making-new-friends.html' title='Tired of making new friends...'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-6598196625800794383</id><published>2009-08-23T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T03:05:56.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i wished for the rain and it did came'/><title type='text'>Rain comes means something</title><content type='html'>Yeap, it's raining. &lt;br /&gt;Emo again la. Feel like i'm being noticed. The weather has been very very hot the past few days; yesterday i went damn emo and asked for the rain, now it is raining while i am blogging. Great at least something i wished for actually came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain just reminds me that nothing in life seems perfect, there will be times when you will meet problems and hit rock bottom. Nothing seems to go right and you just keep getting angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow wind blow, let the thunder sound and the lighting strike, and make the ground wet. Thinking about some stuff again and i just feel like isolating myself,, maybe it is the best way to keep others away from me. I do not want to affect them in any way because negative vibes actually travel fast. No one has ever talked to me and feel happy; it is as if i am some dementor in the story harry potter. I will take away all happiness of a being and fill it with pain and regrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just isolate myself. It is the best for myself and for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: As requested removed the name already. Did not know it affected you so much. Wat____!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-6598196625800794383?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/6598196625800794383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=6598196625800794383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/6598196625800794383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/6598196625800794383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/08/rain-comes-means-something.html' title='Rain comes means something'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-6459394024778728113</id><published>2009-08-21T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:12:24.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help'/><title type='text'>STRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kenoath.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 413px; height: 310px;" src="http://kenoath.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/stress.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck stress. &lt;br /&gt;Stress makes one unhappy. Makes one lose hair, gives one rocket high blood pressure, force one's head to be in pain and makes one emo too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things in life gives you stress, not getting a girl/boy you like, not having the desired results, unable to find your close friends, seeing that your best pal betrays you, hearing your office collegue gossip behind your back, having no money to support your family, worrying that people befriend you for the money or simply lost in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty emotional as many fuckers say so. Pardon my language but this is what you do when you don't really feel so nice and cheerful. Just pop 2 panadols into my mouth and i feel so much better. Everytime i feel stress i just feel better when i swallow 2 pills i do not mind having more as long as i can control the pain.(Drug addict soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Control that stress seems to drain one's mind as well as the body. I'm quite tired of having to put up with stress. Surely, there are many methods to 'de-stress' but you must make time to do the de-stress part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will meet stess one day like everyone will meet death. But seems like everyone has more chance to meet stress than to meet death. You only meet death once but you meet stress almost everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may not handle the tense stress that comes along and that's where you can depend on your best buddies to reduce your stress. Whatever!! Fuck it. Actual some people just cannot wait for that some thing nice to happen and rather end their life to meet death, so much easier rather than having to face stress daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself some time to think about things that are important to you should you not have any thing in life that is worth your effort and to fight the stress. Than maybe you just need a rest. A long rest. Or perhaps a long sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-6459394024778728113?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/6459394024778728113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=6459394024778728113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/6459394024778728113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/6459394024778728113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/08/stress.html' title='STRESS'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-1302442356403673180</id><published>2009-08-19T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:04:45.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and worry about tml'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tml.'/><title type='text'>Smile more today</title><content type='html'>Started the day in the late morning wanted to meet Jimmy and Daniel for lunch, arranged by Daniel poon. Boo to jimmy, who cannot wake up on time make wait and in the end it turns out to be a S2 meeting when we met Shuren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch at the Chicken rice stall opposite City Hall. Saw Mr Ronald Lan say we S2 meeting never jio him. Oie, not on purpose one la next time than meet you bah!&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library and hell lots of muggers, don’t ask me why I’m there. I was there mugging too. Yeah right. The sleep in the library was terrible before the lesson, sprain my neck while sleeping must be dreaming about me being some kungfu master. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson started at 330pm, here we go again with the business processes and all the core business supporting business. Yeow Choon Hong say I ask nonsense question when I was trying very hard to understand and of cause to class participate. We were like calling the waiter in a restaurant when we raise our hands to participate in class. Finally, we got the bill from the ‘waiter’ and flock out of the ‘Restaurant’. If you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lesson rushed off to a toastmaster talk to learn how to public speak. I knew all the stuff and I was still there with my friends to listen to all the, what you should do to improve your public speaking skills. I think I was the created a spotlight for myself when I mentioned that Einstein was the person who invented light bulb.  Face turn red and almost burst right in front of all the smart people. I felt stupid at that point of time but who cares. Another question the speaker asked was who here is willing to give up their grades so that they can try in university. I was the only person to raise my hands, some guy beside me reminded me that it’s cause my results is damn chui that’s why I am willing to do that. Maybe that’s true. Anyway I was damn angry with that guy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to meet for KUSHINBO to eat but turn up too late so have to eat something else. Chit chat and here am I back from all the hard work today. Going to sleep cause tml I have a damn long day ahead! 830am and I have to stress myself with all the Stats.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-1302442356403673180?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/1302442356403673180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=1302442356403673180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/1302442356403673180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/1302442356403673180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/08/smile-more-today.html' title='Smile more today'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-4215791863309934737</id><published>2009-08-18T00:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:40:31.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and a nice end to it...'/><title type='text'>It's a brand new day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.treehugger.com/nuke-war-h001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 377px;" src="http://www.treehugger.com/nuke-war-h001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeeHeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot stand it...today's only lesson was like a war. Class participation from almost everyone from the class and i was like still so scared to ask any questions. Hey boy, you are a year 2 kid and still so quiet? Want to die ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here for the GPA but i'm here to learn and to learn i have to ask questions so why not learn to be brave and ask a few questions that make you look like a fool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with a girl. Who say wanted to meet me during the 4 months long summer break but in the end she did not meet me. School reopen than come find me!! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Ok la at least come and find me eat. Call me more often before my siong period come ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Lunch with my buddy buddy...Jimmy Hoe Yao De. PS i eat lunch liao...tml lunch again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mug mug mug...should i start mugging? I think should. Come on man i still need help for my java. Kind of still damn chui Benjamin say he will help me, i believe taking this chance to screw me cause i lectured him throughout the whole summer for the logistics for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not know what camp. It's the best camp ever!!...Joking la. Our SIS Orientation camp for the freshmen. Yeap finish my president-ship with all the organising committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SomLNQfZwPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mc3eoABfp0Y/s1600-h/Meta+Email+logo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 102px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SomLNQfZwPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mc3eoABfp0Y/s200/Meta+Email+logo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370977090497265906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than had a chit chat with Mr 'nice turn evil guy',shh everything we say is secret....and STOP CALLING ME OIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Brandon Yeow Choon Hong for his TWC Textbook.(Free one leh so nice right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than the poly besties...has a chat to solve the big issue....Zhi jun damn power la...first time hear so many !@$$&amp;**@##^+$#%#4265@#%#$&amp;*^* from him...SWEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bevan and Ping Hao you both can rest liao...now the issue is settled...wahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone...Tml i will update...no more time to update soon liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARDON MY Breaken ENBLISH!!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-4215791863309934737?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/4215791863309934737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=4215791863309934737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/4215791863309934737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/4215791863309934737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-brand-new-day.html' title='It&apos;s a brand new day!!'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SomLNQfZwPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mc3eoABfp0Y/s72-c/Meta+Email+logo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-6688728652436410855</id><published>2009-08-16T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:57:33.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in search of what he really wants'/><title type='text'>The boy who got lost...</title><content type='html'>Actually i'm quite lost again. I always feel this way when school starts, as if a lost sheep in a wild jungle. Where predators are everywhere. Every wrong move and i will be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not joking. It's called the dog-eat-dog world.You need to be fast and stay in packs; like wolves. Someone like me work alone, eat alone and die alone. At least that is what i realised when school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone with someone to look out for their back but not me. Too many setbacks could have made me so willing to isolate myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-6688728652436410855?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/6688728652436410855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=6688728652436410855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/6688728652436410855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/6688728652436410855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/08/boy-who-got-lost.html' title='The boy who got lost...'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-5980799228360778725</id><published>2009-06-13T10:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:24:01.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i should change'/><title type='text'>The problems lie with me...</title><content type='html'>It's been month since i've actually blogged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should blog more and put everything i worry about here,so many years and still I have not learn. I'm still the lonely guy who often emos alot with people around me telling me not to worry so much or asking me not to think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do agree that I think too much, my bad. Always the weird guy that seeks attention wanting the right people to care for me. Selfish me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quiet person who does not speak his mind knowing that everything he says will hurt people. I am not the person to approach if you like to hear politically correct things. However, if you want someone to tell you in your face you can always come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picky about friendship as usual. Who isn't picky about friends or love we all pick who we want to befriend or love. It's just like in primary school. haha. I don't friend you anymore was a common phase. Just that as we grow older we don't say it direct. We become more politically correct even if we do not like someone we often avoid conflict and just run away. After all that person means nothing to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel adult are worse than kids at least kids speak their mind. And we know how they don't censor the words they use. That could be because of the lack of vobabulary and as we grow older we use words that are less hash. Often giving others wrong impression. Of course, it's not right to stay naive like a kid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime i just feel like I'm still in kindergarden or primary school and i have not grown up. I might be mature to many but actually i just want to be simple minded and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just to update what i've been doing lately. &lt;br /&gt;- Been slacking my holiday 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;- Doing camp for the freshies for SIS.&lt;br /&gt;- Meet up with people not many actually seems like not everyone wants to go out with me sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to travel so badly. :( &lt;br /&gt;Anyone dun mind travelling with me? haha..jio me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-5980799228360778725?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/5980799228360778725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=5980799228360778725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5980799228360778725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5980799228360778725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/06/problems-lie-with-me.html' title='The problems lie with me...'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-231527516197181849</id><published>2009-04-21T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:05:46.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich = No friends</title><content type='html'>I was wondering if this is true that when you have money you have lesser friends. Many people thinks that people who are rich appears to be arrogant, different and unhelpful. The common picture is for the rich to be with the rich and poor with the poor because they are of the same 'class' and frequency. I hate it when people say i'm rich. So what if one has lots of money but have noone to share it with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow there are fears for the rich people to have friends too. The fear that there are people who befriend them because they know they are rich, not because they have no money for them but because they also want friends who aren't 'fake'. Somehow i would not mind if i have friends like that; at least you know you have a friend and not alone. Money cannot buy everything but it can buy some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have some 'fake' friends and after sometime they may become the good friends i'm looking for. Here you go $100 - be my friend please. haha...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans have pride and it goes without saying that some poor will never want to recieve help unless they are the 'fake' people. This world is so confusing...Just joking...being crappy yet something may be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-231527516197181849?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/231527516197181849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=231527516197181849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/231527516197181849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/231527516197181849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/04/rich-no-friends.html' title='Rich = No friends'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-1249699784236120558</id><published>2009-03-13T22:33:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:06:46.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maybe only to dogs...'/><title type='text'>Promises that we should keep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ladyreporter.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/best_friends_51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://ladyreporter.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/best_friends_51.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises that we should keep to dogs or Best friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Listen patiently to what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Trust me I am always on your side.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Play with me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Don't forget I have feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Lets never fight.&lt;br /&gt;6.  If I don't obey you, I have a good reason.&lt;br /&gt;7.  You have school and friends, but I have only you.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Stay my best friend and get along till we are old.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I only live about 10 years (dogs), make every moment count; every moment together.&lt;br /&gt;10. Never forget our life together when my time comes please be by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the above carefully. These are just simple promises, yet many of us are not able to keep it and practise. I know that the society made and shaped us this way(think for oneself).But I still believe there are people like me who still think naively because we want life to be simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been some time since I have blogged. I admit that I am moody, depressed, sad and unmotivated. There are just too many things that I have to handle. One concern is school work which I constantly worry about since school started. Failing my papers does not feel good in any way. I just have to try harder next time. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have been complaining about every little thing in my life. This made people detach from me. It made me feel worse when times are bad. I tried very hard not to build a wall from you knowing that this is not the correct way to solving my problems. However, I still cannot overcome my habit of isolating myself. Yet, you listen to me patiently every time when I complain or say something that makes you angry. I apologies for not being sensitive towards you and would like to thank you for being patient with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really know there are people who tried to climb over the walls in order to rescue me from my isolation. I am very grateful and appreciative of your efforts. I believed what you did was brave. I know that it was never easy humbly putting yourself down to ask me why was I depressed. But I am glad you did. You never forget that I have feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of time to understand one’s strong points and flaws but it takes even more time to set it aside and accept the person for who he/she is. It is not easy to not fight because we have opposing view much of the times. Even if we fight, I know we will never give up on the things that we have build upon because I believe that you will like me want to stay as best friends and get along with one another till we are old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may say that 50 or 70 years is a very long time but how many years do we have left? We really do not know. Instead, we should all treasure the precious moments that we have with one another. I always think that as long as there are times together; it should be a moment to treasure and we should never let it just pass.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All these are build on one word; trust, when we trust someone we believe in him and knowing that he will not let us down. This is something that sounds easy yet not easy to carry out. How I wish I had a dog. How I wish I were a dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all experience loneliness. How many times do you feel this way? I believe that dog do feel lonely at times knowing that their only friend is their master. Dogs are men’s best friend. Dogs want you to be their best friends because they only have you. Dogs do not have someone else as their best friends like humans where we do not even know who are our best friends, close friends or people whom are just friends. We have too complex wants and needs which makes it is almost impossible to have a best friend who is there for you as compared to a dog. Your dog always listens to you and will never argue with you and it will constantly trust you no matter what you do. Who as a human can replace a dog? I would feel that as humans, we are less worthy of a dog. Not the intelligence but the heart, the loyalty and the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog really know us well but do we really understand them? No. We are always busy with our work our “friends” and never spare a thought for them. We are selfish are we not? Ladies and gentlemen, let us all treat humans like dogs and dogs like human. I know it may not make sense to you but as you know it’s me you see!? I am someone who always say somethings without much thinking. Often hurting people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m in the coffin do not cry for me because you are just wasting your tears. I will not know how much you really treat me as a friend when my lifeless body is in there. I would rather you laugh with tears of joy with me now. In this short life span that I have; it will mean much more to me than anything in this world if you cry with me happily.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Have you been listening patiently to what I have to say? I hope you did, because you are someone who cared since you are already here. Please leave me some nice messages to encourage me, leave your names please. 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This is a lazy and short entry.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've just read an article regarding this topic on parent and their children being friends. Never have I treated my parents as a friend. Parents spend the most time with us since we were born and they spend time grooming us into what they want us to become; someone useful. &lt;br /&gt;Friendship is based on trust and love. We choose people whom we think are similar (or different) to be our friends. We love and trust someone we call friend, hoping very much that we will get back the love that we want from them. It’s actually quite simple to find friends; all that we require is a bit more time and effort. If we really lose a friend we can quickly find someone we trust and love to replace the lost. We can definitely trust and love our parents so why can’t they be our friends?&lt;br /&gt;Will you want them to be your best friends? Lazy to continue…lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8960944271048372520?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8960944271048372520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8960944271048372520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8960944271048372520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8960944271048372520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-your-parents-your-friend.html' title='Are your parents your friend?'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-14459845658401525</id><published>2009-02-24T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:16:20.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my essay...'/><title type='text'>Stop wasting time on digital communities.(My essay)</title><content type='html'>The digital communities require people to be constantly connected to keep in touch with one another. This has changed the lifestyles of the generation that grew up with technology as compared to the previous generation. The people from the previous generation do not regard both online and the real-world similar; instead they regard online as another way to gain quick access to information that they may require. In contrast, the youth spend much more time on the online community. This caused them to neglect the differences between the online community and real-world community simply because it has become their way of life and that would be to socialize online.&lt;br /&gt;According to the article “Community Standards” - an interview with Fast Company, Cynthia Typaldos mentioned that, Groups of people come together with common intention to achieve things that they cannot do individually. (Mieszkowski, 2000, para. 6). This just shows how dependant we are when there are communities, and in order to achieve personal gains people will have to engage help from a larger group. Digital communities provide a platform for people to express, share and communicate their ideas or thoughts to a bigger group which may either be strangers or friends. These people who use the digital communities need not be people from the same country. They can be living worlds apart but as long as they have internet access they will be able to communicate with one another. &lt;br /&gt;Identity production is the creation of one’s digital identity where information about anyone can be genuine or fake; one may even choose to be anonymous. These are examples of how people can generate their own digital identity differing from their real identity. It is not very difficult to create multiple digital identities as long as he feels like it. The identity can be what he want others to perceive of him and something that would easily assist others to identify him. In addition, Typaldos suggested that “reputation is another key factor in virtually all web communities.” (Mieszkowski, 2000, para. 12). I would think likewise, where the digital identity is co-related to one’s reputation, what one does with the specific identity will be remembered based on the name or individual account that is used by that person. &lt;br /&gt;The longer we spend time on the digital community the less we interact face to face with people from the real community. Are we really socializing? Or are we actually spending time in the digital community to show our presence and building our reputation gradually in order to create our digital identity. Therefore, social networking is just a time-wasting activity because people spend more time tracking others in the community instead of gaining more socializing opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;The frequent thing that youth do at present is to track their friends online, by reading the profiles from their friend’s MySpace profiles. Also mentioned by Jessi Hempel in her article, “The MySpace Generation”, that youth were “tacking the flier on various friends” (2005, Para. 4). These youth are used to multi tasking on different social networks- chatting, blogging, posting pictures and updating their profiles. Those activities direct us to tracking our friends rather than interacting with friends, what we do is merely looking at what our friends put up on their profile. Of which the profiles are what they want others to see and know, by doing so they have unknowingly created a barrier. A barrier that reduces interaction between people, instead of talking to their friends to find out about them all they have to do is to look at their updated profile. Searching and looking at the profiles would already require time which could be put into more effectively use by conducting conversation through phone or face to face interaction among friends. After acquiring the profiles, they will then interpret what they see and make sense of it; thinking that they have been networking and socializing when all that they did was tracking others.&lt;br /&gt;A remark was made by Hempel (2005, Para 13), that “Many youth networks are evanescent”. The youth would follow the trends very closely; listening to their peers around them and make the necessary changes in order to follow the majority so as not to be left out. These youth can join a new community within minutes for instance by signing up for an account in MySpace or Facebook, repeating the process of creating a new account, updating their profiles and uploading their favorite pictures whenever there is a new social networking platform like MySpace that is introduced to him. By creating their identity on the different social networking sites enables their friends to detect them. However they will also have to spend quite some time since there will never be an end to the numerous communities on the internet. Eventually, those youth who are not able to spend the required time on the fast changing networks will not be seen as part of the digital community. &lt;br /&gt;The fact that these youth appears to be influenced by their peers indicates that there is a certain level of trust involved. It would also be adequate to say that only when you trust someone that you will then have the tendency to tag along. Typaldos implies that the key matters which is crucial to uphold a community includes reliability and identity, a specified objective of the community and setting of the limits. (Mieszkowski, 2000, para. 9). These are the element that made it possible for them to be able to put together the community. However, because of the large number of digital communities and the inability of the youth to tell which communities would benefit them. The youth would then fritter away their precious time on these digital communities.  &lt;br /&gt;Digital communities provide a temporary place for relief, however, opportunities such as face to face interaction saves time and odds of getting your problem solved. Hempel talked about what social networks can do for people for instance, friends that you turn to when you face a breakup, a tutor teaching you calculus as well as obtaining information about the social gathering. (2005, para. 5). I would not disagree about the fact that digital mode allows people to search for solace, except that I would regard these as ineffective methods to solving the problem. I would think that it takes a whole lot of effort to express one self and translate his feeling into words and telling your friend what you have been yearning to say. &lt;br /&gt;The more you try to explain yourself the more you will need to clarify; hence it would be more appropriate to get someone whom you can trust and share your problems with him face to face. This will reduce the wastage of your time in having to express yourself and the probability of solving the problem will definitely be increased. Similarly, for the calculus I would rather get the mentor to teach me face to face compared to having to waste 10 minutes explaining the question to the mentor before he can help me with the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Time is spent building reputation in order to gain recognition from people on the digital communities which not many people are actively involved. People create their virtual identity so that others will be able to recognize them. It takes time to trust someone in real-world communities moreover having to trust others from the online community which is not a straightforward task. When we are in search of assistance from a community, we have a tendency to be extra careful with the information that we receive because we have to evaluate if the information is reliable. There are loads of information which make us spend more time to decipher what we need and what we do not need to know. We are also required to back track and check the identity of the person to see if he is trustworthy. Typaldos stated that one has to constantly have persistent identity in order to build a trustable or workable community setting. (Mieszkowski, 2000, para. 9). Hence, it is not worth the effort to build up a virtual identity and spending so much time only to realize that “10% to 30% of a site’s members are active at any one time.”(para. 12). &lt;br /&gt;Hence, the digital community can only be served as a platform for interaction, a place to gain excess information and a brilliant way to maintain communication with your friends whom may be overseas. However, the youth cannot limit themselves to the use of the digital community because their friends are all online. People would create their virtual identity based on building on the reputation of their activeness on the communities. Conversely, social networking sites squander precious time because people would spend more time tracking others belonging to the community instead of gaining more socializing opportunity.  With the increasing number of digital communities, one must be able to identify what he wants to gain from these digital communities instead of following the crowd and eventually wasting valuable time.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Reference: &lt;br /&gt;Hempel, J. , &amp; Lehman, P. ,(2005, December). The MySpace Generation. Business Week. Retrieved February 12, 2009,&lt;br /&gt;         From http://www.businessweek.com/magazine/content/05_50/b3963001.htm &lt;br /&gt;Mieszkowski, K. (Interviewer) &amp; Typaldos C. (Interviewee). (2000, August). Community Standards [Interview transcript]. Available from Fast Company Issue 38. Retrieved February 12, 2009,&lt;br /&gt;From http://www.fastcompany.com/magazine/38/ideazone.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-14459845658401525?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/14459845658401525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=14459845658401525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/14459845658401525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/14459845658401525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/02/stop-wasting-time-on-digital.html' title='Stop wasting time on digital communities.(My essay)'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-6145621104232033667</id><published>2009-01-25T23:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:35:14.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You...'/><title type='text'>Thank you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.ning.com/files/Thank%20you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 250px;" src="http://blog.ning.com/files/Thank%20you.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In daily life we must see that it is not happiness that makes us grateful, but gratefulness that makes us happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been very happy these few weeks. Opening myself to this world and thinking of the things I want, waiting for the universe to give me what I want. We all know that we still have to work hard for the things that we want. Therefore I did what I had to do; and that is to work for it. I know that I will definitely achieve more when I’m happy. I need to be happy in order to fill my happiness to the brim, letting it flow out and eventually the people around me will feel my happiness too. I have to treat myself well in order for others to treat me well.   &lt;br /&gt;I know that Few days back, I was thinking of my army buddies knowing that it’s been awhile since we talk so I thought about them hoping to speak to them soon some day and what surprised me was that I received calls and sms from them. I have to say that it really made my day knowing that someone cares and feels the same way as I do. They called it the law of attraction.&lt;br /&gt;This is an out of the world thing. And I know this has always followed me since I was young. I have been thinking of how grateful I should be, knowing that I have far more than I thought I had. All the great brothers I have, nice friends that I have. Beautiful places all around the world that I have been to and also the places that I have yet to visit.&lt;br /&gt;Open our eyes, to see that everything in life is so amazing. Open your heart, to feel your presents in this planet. I feel so much alive, after I did that and you should too. I found that I have this habit of thanking people. It’s my way to show you that I really care and from the bottom of my heart you mean something to me.  &lt;br /&gt;I love to thank you because, we live life once and there is no second chance in life. I cannot predict what will happen next in life for you and for me. However, I am quite certain of one thing. If I miss this chance to be good to you, I will regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-6145621104232033667?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/6145621104232033667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=6145621104232033667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/6145621104232033667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/6145621104232033667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank you...'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-3203719812708406338</id><published>2009-01-17T22:40:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:33:02.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s not as easy...'/><title type='text'>I want to live like it's my last everyday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/49720c4b1b334347/492da13d46e17ea3/9fb4a019/-cpid/4aa325ed9040d596" id="W492da13d111f5ab449720c4b1b334347" width="300" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/49720c4b1b334347/492da13d46e17ea3/9fb4a019/-cpid/4aa325ed9040d596" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CAUTION - This entry is a time waster. DISCLAIMER – Reading this entry may cause serious illness such as headache.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been able to see who are the ones who frequent my blog to read all the crazy and out of the world emotional ideas that I have. Thank you for your support! Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be because you are bored or you are my very good friend whom I do not even know you existed and still cared about me, reading my depressing entry trying to find out how I'm doing. Or maybe I might be alone in this blog writing my entry talking to myself all these while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that I have been truly selfish and awfully narrow minded, so please forgive my mistakes since I’m taking this chance to apologize to those whom I offended in my life time since the day I was born till date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope I'm not committing suicide don't worry neither am I emo-ing. I'm just very thankful that there are friends (How many I really do not know) without me knowing always standing behind me giving me your sincere support. Yet here I am the egocentric Jack Jack (Yes my new name in SMU) obviously not knowing your existences perhaps did not even bother about you because he is still searching of something that may not have existed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I say I was egocentric? &lt;br /&gt;Maybe before I go into that let me first get the definition of egocentric for you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Egocentrism is defined as a) the incomplete differentiation of the self and the world, including other people and b) the tendency to perceive, understand and interpret the world in terms of the self.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now we all have a clear idea of what egocentric means, I will now point out why I said I was egocentric. It’s because I love billboards charts. What has billboard charts got to do with Jack Jack being egocentric? You must be thinking I’m crazy now. Maybe you should read on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ranking so much where subconsciously I have this internal billboard chart which ranks all my friends somewhere in the mind that provides me with the statistics to complete the ranking  process. Telling me at every point of my life there is the top 20*(20 here is an example) friends. So I will according to the billboard chart come together with those whom at that point seems to be very good friends until the new billboard chart is updated (usually it’s quite fast). So what has it got to do with me? Everything;  all my life I’m being looking for the best top 20* but I have never grasp the fact that the top 20* will in no way stay the same. Similar to the phrase, “Nothing last forever”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I could hang on to the top 20*; unexpectedly new songs pop into my life and I start accepting them without realizing the songs that really impacted me so much were those which have followed me all these years. When I play the same song again, I realize. Arh…The song by Linkin Park – In The End, still lingers in my mind. Definitely, the songs in their latest album (2007, Minutes to midnight) were also extraordinary just that those old songs were replaced and right at the back of my mind i remember that there is this song even till now i can still remember the lyrics word for word.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I would like to conclude by stating that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs are like friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs never always remain on billboard charts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I need songs from Linkin Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I need friends from an album where I can define something that can last a long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not say I'm Egocentric. (Alright I admit i wrote out of point)&lt;br /&gt;But you get the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-3203719812708406338?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/3203719812708406338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=3203719812708406338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/3203719812708406338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/3203719812708406338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-live-like-its-my-last.html' title='I want to live like it&apos;s my last everyday..'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-8957348467609501427</id><published>2009-01-05T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:42:15.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day one of school...'/><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://szub.net/images/wallpapers/KafkaphonyReflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 250px;" src="http://szub.net/images/wallpapers/KafkaphonyReflection.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wao..&lt;br /&gt;"We are all non-existence."&lt;br /&gt;"Humans are comdemn to choices."&lt;br /&gt;"The hard truth is we are all going to die alone."&lt;br /&gt;"Everyday we wake up with 2 choice, to be in good mood or bad mood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my lesson today I've learn alot really.&lt;br /&gt;Will explain more in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFLECTION TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8957348467609501427?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8957348467609501427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8957348467609501427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8957348467609501427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8957348467609501427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/01/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-5446966732081514156</id><published>2009-01-02T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:48:12.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday..'/><title type='text'>Peace..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.slamnet.org.uk/re/images/buddhism6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.slamnet.org.uk/re/images/buddhism6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy Jack is back again.Wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Today is a damn peaceful day and i would like to thank myself for that.ok i'm talking crap again. Since today is a peaceful day these are some buddhist quotes to make it even more peaceful. Love reading quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Neither fire nor wind, birth nor death can erase our good deeds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You only lose what you cling to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fill your mind with compassion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We live in illusion and the appearance of things. There is a reality. We are that reality. When you understand this, you see that you are nothing, and being nothing, you are everything. That is all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make our world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people are idle, wise people are diligent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pay no attention to the faults of others, things done or left undone by others. Consider only what by oneself is done or left undone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What we think, we become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one getting burned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do not overrate what you have received, nor envy others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He who envies others does not obtain peace of mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Words have the power to both destroy and heal. When words are both true and kind, they can change our world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Words have the power to both destroy and heal. When words are both true and kind, they can change our world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-5446966732081514156?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/5446966732081514156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=5446966732081514156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5446966732081514156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5446966732081514156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/01/peace.html' title='Peace..'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-353691020005960433</id><published>2009-01-01T02:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:47:47.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack jack is easy to understand NOT.'/><title type='text'>edition 2009 - Lesson 1: Understanding Jack Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.apa.org/apf/mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.apa.org/apf/mind.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading jack jack's mind maybe difficult for many but some give up almost immediately therefore this is the first chapter edition 2009 Dummies guide for understanding Jack jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When Jack jack is not looking at you giving you the emo look and Not talking to you or replies "anything" for every question you ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means: He is F****** pissed with you. It maybe something you do, or say. You do not have to ask him what you have done wrong because the answer will be "nothing" , " i don't know" since he usually keeps everything to himself. But he will surely find someone to talk about the problem so maybe you can find out from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When Jack jack looks emo but still gives you a smile or says "nope", "nothing" in a nicer tone when you ask him are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means: He's telling you I'm ok u don't have to worry about me. And Thanks for caring about me but you are not in this problem I don't want to hurt you. You may just get yourself into the mess and i'm ignoring you because i'm protecting you. But if you think you can handle me please help me i really need to talk about something. Usually those who dare talk to him can find a way to cheer him up -  till date only a couple did help him out and cheer him up; the other because they do not have a strong stand to convince him will give up and leave they may even fall into his emo net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When Jack jack say he wants to talk, chat and even tells his life story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means: He is opening up and trust that you may help him understand something. There is something he wants to understand about others and himself, so help him because in this stage maybe he may not be feeling very happy but he is trying to tell you I'm in need of some guidance tell me what are your logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When Jack jack tells you in detail his life story and ask you about yours, and hoping you will share when he keeps asking you more questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means: He thinks that you are someone important to him because he hopes that you will understand him in one or another way, he may be ranking you internally to make himself feel better about you. But most importantly is you, he is quite stupid because when he understands you he will think that you can be trusted and puts you before himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-353691020005960433?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/353691020005960433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=353691020005960433&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/353691020005960433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/353691020005960433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2009/01/edition-2009-lesson-1-understanding.html' title='edition 2009 - Lesson 1: Understanding Jack Jack'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-8821643000764258827</id><published>2008-12-30T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:05:55.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trends of msn...'/><title type='text'>Msn...living with it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bu.edu/celop/faqs/i/logo_msn_mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.bu.edu/celop/faqs/i/logo_msn_mac.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msn messenger is part of staying connected with your friends when you do not get to see them face to face in person. Almost everyone uses it(Msn messenger, skype, yahoo messenger, etc.) when they are online. Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay connected - &lt;br /&gt;Talk to people whom you FEEL like talking to. (That's why there is a block function to keep those you do not want to see away from you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stay connected - &lt;br /&gt;Check on friends(Status) and check on those whom you have not seen for awhile. Catching up even when they may be overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stay connected -&lt;br /&gt;In order to get people to help you when u need help, or when u need to inform someone about something, even meetings online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stay connected -&lt;br /&gt;Yet be on offline, away, busy status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just so many reasons to stay online, alright not many just one and that is to stay connected. But from these we can see patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How one divide their friends into the different groups, or people whom are online and offline it shows a lot about the person in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay more attention and see how we react when someone logs in to msn and your reaction to the person who logs in. When it's someone that you not really interested in talking to you may not even bother, you may even realise that person is just there and it's been months or years since you spoke to him/her even though that person is online almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the person is someone close, or you want to be close to that person, you will want to speak to them at every opportunity and when the status is busy you may wait for the green light(online). I guess many of us also check who's online and who's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a research done and it's proven that when you remove friends that you have not speak to for a long time from your phone or msn messenger it will brighten your day much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our normal day to day life just that we bring it online making it our lifestyle. We have brought our life to this digital world and started living with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8821643000764258827?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8821643000764258827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8821643000764258827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8821643000764258827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8821643000764258827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2008/12/msnliving-with-it.html' title='Msn...living with it'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-8554239537721368692</id><published>2008-12-28T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:56:05.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hope i can have...'/><title type='text'>Simple life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SVc7k1vvZJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lISzFNyDvaQ/s1600-h/classkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SVc7k1vvZJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lISzFNyDvaQ/s320/classkids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284758191831213202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back after 2 weeks from my overseas community service to Chiang Mai, Mae Ta Krai village. I have to say that it was amazing, an life enriching experience and a impactful one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project was to build a bio-gas system for the school. Using the boar's dropping and converting it into methane gas so as to reduce the purchasing of the usual gas for cooking. We were also did our part by educating the children, teaching English, computer lessons, and art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying with the villagers were also something different and it was a very good experience trying to communicate with them since they do not fully English. Had a new brother during the stay too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SVdMTX6V4OI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xAR88jOYt2I/s1600-h/n527993644_1328015_9950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SVdMTX6V4OI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xAR88jOYt2I/s320/n527993644_1328015_9950.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284776583462510818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i just cannot wait for the trip back. Really miss life over there and also the kids they are very nice people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8554239537721368692?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8554239537721368692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8554239537721368692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8554239537721368692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8554239537721368692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2008/12/simple-life.html' title='Simple life'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SVc7k1vvZJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lISzFNyDvaQ/s72-c/classkids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-8085990586892739104</id><published>2008-12-06T20:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:14:57.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.......trust no-one...'/><title type='text'>That's what you care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://teacherweb.craven.k12.nc.us/images/E48B366BD0F94361A172BCD8C1D0FC13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 300px;" src="http://teacherweb.craven.k12.nc.us/images/E48B366BD0F94361A172BCD8C1D0FC13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what everyone cares about now the BIG FAT A+, A or A-. Without it they feel they are without life, without hope and without dreams, we are in the rat race to achieve FULL MARKS or for some 101/100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that grades is the only thing that one should be having in his mind? Of course it's not but 10 out of 10 know that it's the main priority. (Even when they tell you they don't really care about results).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, its because we are taught that A+ will get you a position of a boss, and eventually you not end up being the garbage cleaners. No one wants to be last, that's human nature. If you are last you will gain nothing for being last, all you get is what people left behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school mate commented that you will not be able to find true friends in uni; because One have no time, and everyone in school is just too selfish. This is a culture that many will experience during your journey through your life. So is there no way to stop it? You bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm going to be shoot regarding this topic on Junior College students being more self-centered and unhelpful, so is it true? Why does everyone have this thinking and why do all my friends from polytechnic also gave the same comments? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being bias. But indeed I have personally experienced it, when they tell you they did not study and they get fantastic results magically. But in fact they studied at home and when they tell you they did not study, it means that they read through and able to get 75%; if they say they read through it means they studied and be ready to see them get close to 99%. And when they tell you they studied expect they expect FULL marks, if they don't they will tell you they did not do well, even when they get 98/100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying polytechnic students are angel either. Remember these polytechnic students are also the top students from whichever polytechnic they came from and they may also use these means to get so far. What's I see missing is those students whom are more slack that plays everyday, now in uni all you see are people whom ask you about your grades and gain intelligence about your progress on your studies. Where is the fun? Those were the days of the past where we can just enjoy our life and it will never happen here because if you think about it; uni is a place of where the elites fight the elites if you are the non-elite you form the bottom curve. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not EMOing. I'm just well aware of the situation and how life has become a struggle. I'm not smart, I emphasis it again, I'm lucky and only for now so don't come to me and say something like wah, you have good grades ar... Because I will get you one tight slap or even a nice punch to the face. If you know me enough you will agree that I'm the slowest learner in school with a Shitty GPA that till now I cannot find someone with a GPA as low as mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank all those who help me, really like those whom help me read my report before I submit them (It almost became their work because they ask me to change it because mine was terrible) And those whom encouraged me telling me my GPA is not the lowest (when i cannot find someone lower than mine currently) as well as those whom take my moody face almost every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much. And hope you get a A+, Huh that's not what you want ar...B ar...ok lor hope you get a B. (Anyway for those whom do not know B == GPA 3.0).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8085990586892739104?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8085990586892739104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8085990586892739104&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8085990586892739104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8085990586892739104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-what-you-care.html' title='That&apos;s what you care'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-3765580590536298987</id><published>2008-11-28T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:20:42.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes must think faster...not run faster...'/><title type='text'>Slow and steady wins the race...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NkPZOLMNENE/Rda6sL7DOiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WN_8LwOIB-E/s400/TheTortoise_vs_Hare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NkPZOLMNENE/Rda6sL7DOiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WN_8LwOIB-E/s400/TheTortoise_vs_Hare.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break. Needed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is funny, i guess this is the real reason how the tortoise won the race. HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just too many things going on and i have to work harder and faster to really catch up with the rest, of course its about studies. Having my last paper on monday, Don't really know if it's going to be difficult. Like prof says don't study my notes; DO and Practice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching the finish line. Almost dead but almost there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-3765580590536298987?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/3765580590536298987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=3765580590536298987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/3765580590536298987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/3765580590536298987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2008/11/slow-and-steady-wins-race.html' title='Slow and steady wins the race...'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NkPZOLMNENE/Rda6sL7DOiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WN_8LwOIB-E/s72-c/TheTortoise_vs_Hare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-3450859969041401568</id><published>2008-11-21T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:41:56.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Am i getting old?'/><title type='text'>7 hours of sleep..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.3planesoft.com/img/clock_screen01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.3planesoft.com/img/clock_screen01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise something. I'm a sleeper, I cannot believe that everydays i would spend an average of 6 to 7 hours to sleep. Alright there are times when i have to stay in school till midnight but i will want to rush home and have a good sleep in order to get myself ready for the next mentally draining day. Which starts at 0830 in the morning(See still got 7 hours of sleep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are the benefits?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It benefits to our mood, memory and concentration as well as helps our immune system, nervous system and development. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you know you lack of sleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have difficulty waking up in the morning &lt;br /&gt;Poor performance in school, on the job, or in sports &lt;br /&gt;Increased clumsiness &lt;br /&gt;Difficulty making decisions &lt;br /&gt;Falling asleep during work or class &lt;br /&gt;Feeling especially moody or irritated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the above still happens to me so I guess i'm still not having enough sleep.(Haha)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the typical sleep time needed:  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 16 hours per day of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Babies and toddlers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 6 months to 3 years: between 10 and 14 hours per day. Infants and young children generally get their sleep from a combination of nighttime sleep and naps. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ages 3 to 6: between 10 and 12 hours of sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ages 6 to 9: about 10 hours of sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ages 9 to 12: about 9 hours of sleep &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teenagers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 9 hours of sleep per night. Teens have trouble getting enough sleep not only because of their busy schedules, but also because they are biologically programmed to want to stay up later and sleep later in the morning, which usually doesn’t mesh with school schedules. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adults&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For most adults, 7 to 8 hours a night appears to be the best amount of sleep. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Older adults&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older adults are also thought to need 7-8 hours of sleep. However, this sleep may be for shorter time spans, is lighter than a younger adult’s, and may include a nap during the day. See Sleep &amp; Aging for more detailed information.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pregnant women&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During pregnancy, women may need a few more hours of sleep per night, or find that they need small catnaps during the day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Source:&lt;a href="http://www.helpguide.org/life/sleeping.htm"&gt; www.helpguide.org - Sleeping guide &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-3450859969041401568?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/3450859969041401568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=3450859969041401568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/3450859969041401568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/3450859969041401568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-hours-of-sleep.html' title='7 hours of sleep..'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-45187357480510176</id><published>2008-11-18T15:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:05:35.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That&apos;s where everyone aims for...the best...wahah'/><title type='text'>Bell curve..</title><content type='html'>SMU bell curve (An Example)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.math.uci.edu/~pmacklin/images/teaching/Fall2004/Midterm1_Scores.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.math.uci.edu/~pmacklin/images/teaching/Fall2004/Midterm1_Scores.GIF" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal Bell curve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://taumoda.com/web/class/Bell.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 146px;" src="http://taumoda.com/web/class/Bell.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examination is here again...&lt;br /&gt;First exam in my uni life, first exam after army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell curve is here to stay...wahaha...work hard...and please don't do too well...if not i will fail.Wahaha...That's what i'm working hard for NOT to fail..They work damn hard to get A's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So different. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-45187357480510176?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/45187357480510176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=45187357480510176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/45187357480510176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/45187357480510176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2008/11/bell-curve.html' title='Bell curve..'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-863844135707934950</id><published>2008-11-16T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:02:10.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thick skin SINGAPOREANS ugly...as usual...'/><title type='text'>Unbelievable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.asia.ru/img/alibaba/photo/50559578/Pocket_Tissue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.asia.ru/img/alibaba/photo/50559578/Pocket_Tissue.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry every time i read the article that was published in the papers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_302991.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ugly Singaporeans whom thinks that they are beautiful and very proud of their doings. Seriously, I'm not able to take nonsense from these ugly Singaporeans. I guess these are the same people whom are the ones complaining that Singapore is a "fine" country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we a "fine" country it's because of these S-T-U-P-I-D people whom really have no graciousness in them. Using Tissue paper to CHOMP seats is just so unglamorous what's wrong with having someone there to reserve the seats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you it's not a restaurant where you can call the restaurant captain to reserve the sit, it's a hawker, a food court STOP using Tissue packets to ACT high class. You will never be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comments on ST discussion board:&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe SOME people have the Cheek to say it's PERFECTLY FINE...&lt;br /&gt;I should start a new project, project name: [B] "Collection of FREE tissue paper"[/B]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will bring along a big bag and start collecting all the FREE tissue packets. It will be a very fun thing to do i guess. It could be a far more effective method compared to what these students have done; i guess since these "HIGH CLASS" people whom thinks that using TISSUE PAPER to CHOMP table are so PROUD of their actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-863844135707934950?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/863844135707934950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=863844135707934950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/863844135707934950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/863844135707934950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2008/11/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable...'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-1438444112228876288</id><published>2008-11-10T20:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:41:44.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='am i better off like that?'/><title type='text'>Smile more talk more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGU_SHufUBk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGU_SHufUBk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a sunray can make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a world that's tired of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a smile can make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a heart that's filled with pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She had a) Sunray smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairer then the spring or a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunray smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to melt away the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness of a shadow always flees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where ever a sunray is found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness in a heart always leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the glow of that smile is around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She had a)Sunray smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairer then the spring or a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunray smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to melt away all the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No expression. Nothing said. That's how i behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my classmates commented that i should just smile more and talk more.&lt;br /&gt;"Really? Do I look fierce when I don't smile or talk more?" ,I questioned her.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a reply,"Yeah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-improvement...I think i need it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-1438444112228876288?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/1438444112228876288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=1438444112228876288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/1438444112228876288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/1438444112228876288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2008/11/smile-more-talk-more.html' title='Smile more talk more...'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-8278475574289686319</id><published>2008-11-08T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:36:38.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all show case...'/><title type='text'>Image...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.small-business-ideas-branded-by-passion.com/images/HidingFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.small-business-ideas-branded-by-passion.com/images/HidingFace.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life.&lt;br /&gt;People hides their face.&lt;br /&gt;Hide their expression.&lt;br /&gt;Puts on a mask.&lt;br /&gt;Sends wrong message.&lt;br /&gt;This mean protection.&lt;br /&gt;This mean business.&lt;br /&gt;This means life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8278475574289686319?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8278475574289686319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8278475574289686319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8278475574289686319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8278475574289686319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2008/11/image.html' title='Image...'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-5121606171630729172</id><published>2008-10-30T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:01:38.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='am i alright?'/><title type='text'>Emo again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2A2Jt4WOxN8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2A2Jt4WOxN8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Friends dun come easy...That's why i dun bother having one]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my nick. I am a believer that friends are just people whom come into your life and when you don't need them they will leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see a point i guess. You call your friends to make yourself feel less lonely, hoping someone will tell you how good you are and even share all your troubles(like a trash bin throwing all your rubbish and expect someone else to clear that bin for you). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stubborn. I don't like to use people that way. Think carefully about it; it's all about yourself. Someone told me this...in university it's difficult to get good friends, they are all tired and seldom have the time to be bothered about you. True indeed. There are too many Hi-Bye friends and i don't bother to remember their names sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many shower care on me yet I don't appreciate, that always the case because I don't want to owe you a favor. Reason being is that I hate being threatened. THREATEN ?? &lt;br /&gt;It's like a trade. You heard them saying how they helped you and saying that how ungrateful you are if you did not repay them the favor. All they are trying to do is to hope they can reap something from you when the right time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds unbelievable? Believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-5121606171630729172?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/5121606171630729172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=5121606171630729172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5121606171630729172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/5121606171630729172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2008/10/emo-again.html' title='Emo again....'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-916601937761741528</id><published>2008-10-28T12:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:36:25.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s going to be worse...'/><title type='text'>Life have never been the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/245319124_207c1d63e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/245319124_207c1d63e3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 10 week since school start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 10 weeks wasn't very fun not because SMU's not a fun place but I just feel tired. Life is not that fun when you start school early in the morning ending and you go back home at midnight. It has been a routine. I was given this opportunity to be here in this school dispite my poor GPA and I will definately not give up easily without putting a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to thank the friends i've know in school. Many has encouraged and helped me along the way and somehow i feel you guys will also have to pull me through the coming years. Without you people, I guess I will be hopeless and helpless. Therefore I would like to Thank You again. Surely there are people here whom will make you of you once in awhile, that's Jack Jack's law on friendship. Some are arrogant yet thinking it's confidence. That's quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Live the life you think you should not the life others think it should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-916601937761741528?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/916601937761741528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=916601937761741528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/916601937761741528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/916601937761741528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-have-never-been-same.html' title='Life have never been the same'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/245319124_207c1d63e3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-8395003058824547257</id><published>2008-10-21T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:20:47.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls really can shop..'/><title type='text'>Bazzar...@SMU</title><content type='html'>Promised my friend to intro her shop to everyone on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;**Click on the link only if you are a girl**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her online shop.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty nice things you may find inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kloset-cube.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;font color=red size=14&gt;kloset-cube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==Intro to your friends too==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-8395003058824547257?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/8395003058824547257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=8395003058824547257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8395003058824547257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/8395003058824547257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2008/10/bazzarsmu.html' title='Bazzar...@SMU'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-349508695882215159</id><published>2008-09-14T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:06:08.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any to help?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SM0nG-FYv6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/lNGSwP63_5s/s1600-h/untitled.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SM0nG-FYv6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/lNGSwP63_5s/s320/untitled.GIF" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245892141654785954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is able to help me solve these? Some are easy just some that really crazy for someone who do not have A'Math or Calculus background. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;One hour&lt;/span&gt; to teach Limits, Continuity and Derivation and homework by next week with projects to hand in for other modules. Next week, Differentiation and Quiz for all chapters. Oh Shit, people please do not quit. Anyone who knows all the answer and can teach teach. Wahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-349508695882215159?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/349508695882215159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=349508695882215159&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/349508695882215159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/349508695882215159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2008/09/any-to-help.html' title='Any to help?'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIcCO-CaDPs/SM0nG-FYv6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/lNGSwP63_5s/s72-c/untitled.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624967624359020539.post-4019393211087171527</id><published>2008-09-13T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:23:12.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is it...'/><title type='text'>Calculus &amp; Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mathhelpforum.com/math-help/attachments/calculus/2588d1177977482-total-distance-formula-math-question.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.mathhelpforum.com/math-help/attachments/calculus/2588d1177977482-total-distance-formula-math-question.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Formula of Help: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help(h) = Friends(f) / 1 over Deadline(d)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h = f/ (1/d)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Number of friends(f) divide by 1 over no. of days(d) to deadline you will get h Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Formula of True friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Friends(f))sq = True friends(t)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f sq = t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When friends increade true friends decrease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Formula of Helping Others:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self(s)(Help(h)) = sq root (Others(o))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sh= sq root o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaha..This is what I do when i was in Calculus class and the prof gave us a break. Really need to relax, i cannot catch anything he was saying. But i know he was teaching Calculus so yeah i'm in the right class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days go by and really i have no time to think of anything. Really so busy till cannot have time to blog liao...ok Time for project to hand-in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624967624359020539-4019393211087171527?l=jacksonlcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/feeds/4019393211087171527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624967624359020539&amp;postID=4019393211087171527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/4019393211087171527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624967624359020539/posts/default/4019393211087171527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonlcg.blogspot.com/2008/09/calculus-friendship.html' title='Calculus &amp; Friendship'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128890512398453679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
