<?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-5753918467079209759</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:13:06.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我的天空-My world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-6379159105321434524</id><published>2008-05-04T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T07:53:04.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/SB3NwujP5II/AAAAAAAAARQ/qECBgSPNpY8/s1600-h/groupimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/SB3NwujP5II/AAAAAAAAARQ/qECBgSPNpY8/s320/groupimage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196535782068708482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-6379159105321434524?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/6379159105321434524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=6379159105321434524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6379159105321434524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6379159105321434524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2008/05/temple.html' title='Temple'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/SB3NwujP5II/AAAAAAAAARQ/qECBgSPNpY8/s72-c/groupimage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-8311766909092719416</id><published>2008-04-09T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:15:31.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Man aided by a dog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R_xr8xgPPXI/AAAAAAAAARI/YIMsLMMbiS4/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R_xr8xgPPXI/AAAAAAAAARI/YIMsLMMbiS4/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187139562648845682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R_xr3xgPPWI/AAAAAAAAARA/ibQTHWlHR0c/s1600-h/DSC000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R_xr3xgPPWI/AAAAAAAAARA/ibQTHWlHR0c/s320/DSC000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187139476749499746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some blind man has a pet dog to help and become the "eyes" for the man. The other day I had just saw it on the MRT. The dog is not any other dog. It do not move around. It is like being trained specially for these people. It will stay and help the owner. It is so cute.... haha... &lt;br /&gt;Oh yah... there is an lady who still do not know which direction of the MRT door opens... haha... She walked to the other side of the door which is not open and thought it will open for her.... hee.hee... When the door open from the normal side, the lady then discover it and walk out .... haha.... Maybe it is her first time on train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-8311766909092719416?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/8311766909092719416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=8311766909092719416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8311766909092719416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8311766909092719416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2008/04/blind-man-aided-by-dog.html' title='Blind Man aided by a dog...'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R_xr8xgPPXI/AAAAAAAAARI/YIMsLMMbiS4/s72-c/DSC00069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-6852616842992718073</id><published>2008-04-08T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:31:09.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old toys....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R_wqYhgPPVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-5JgwaicY2s/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R_wqYhgPPVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-5JgwaicY2s/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187067471622782290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R_wqGxgPPUI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Gnp-kzhI9Mk/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R_wqGxgPPUI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Gnp-kzhI9Mk/s320/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187067166680104258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R_wqCxgPPTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/slaxbNLZq_g/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R_wqCxgPPTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/slaxbNLZq_g/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187067097960627506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-6852616842992718073?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/6852616842992718073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=6852616842992718073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6852616842992718073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6852616842992718073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2008/04/old-toys.html' title='Old toys....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R_wqYhgPPVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-5JgwaicY2s/s72-c/DSC00101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-1185418269956653697</id><published>2008-03-26T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T07:12:44.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing words....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R-pYJBgPPSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CpqWWMNhpA0/s1600-h/write+with+drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R-pYJBgPPSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CpqWWMNhpA0/s320/write+with+drawing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182051233288895778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... this is a person who use drawing to write the Chinese words... It is quite interesting so just took a picture of it...&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly feeling down... low morale... What to do... what to do... Life still carry on.... haiz.... &lt;br /&gt;Just laugh about it like the hong kong drama, "Ah wang."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-1185418269956653697?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/1185418269956653697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=1185418269956653697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/1185418269956653697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/1185418269956653697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2008/03/drawing-words.html' title='Drawing words....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R-pYJBgPPSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CpqWWMNhpA0/s72-c/write+with+drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-4938991829767991658</id><published>2008-03-22T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:56:46.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R-X7UxgPPRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/mdgtGwmFUPA/s1600-h/DSC0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R-X7UxgPPRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/mdgtGwmFUPA/s320/DSC0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180823280664132882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R-X7PRgPPQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Ju45_D_jt-o/s1600-h/DSC0.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R-X7PRgPPQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Ju45_D_jt-o/s320/DSC0.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180823186174852354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... This is some place where there is some kind of art stuff and performance...&lt;br /&gt;Next month will be some kind of renew. May hopefully will be a new beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-4938991829767991658?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/4938991829767991658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=4938991829767991658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4938991829767991658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4938991829767991658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2008/03/roc.html' title='ROC.'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R-X7UxgPPRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/mdgtGwmFUPA/s72-c/DSC0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-3334892758749853776</id><published>2008-03-22T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T09:50:26.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R-U34BgPPPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/WnrTLO6cYMA/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R-U34BgPPPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/WnrTLO6cYMA/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180608381975477490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R-U3zBgPPOI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dng6kWgNBrE/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R-U3zBgPPOI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dng6kWgNBrE/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180608296076131554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Some people might think that certain people or race are especially lazy and only know how to play and dance. But I had seen some who are hardworking who has a degree  and someone who is hardworking with a family. It is hard to say about people to be seen as a group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-3334892758749853776?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/3334892758749853776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=3334892758749853776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3334892758749853776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3334892758749853776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2008/03/racist.html' title='Racist'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R-U34BgPPPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/WnrTLO6cYMA/s72-c/DSC00102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-719814238218797853</id><published>2008-03-18T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T01:14:39.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something ended.... Something starts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R993viYLzgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9jJYrxNq9JU/s1600-h/DSC001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R993viYLzgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9jJYrxNq9JU/s320/DSC001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178989755065159170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... when something is about to end, another stuff will begins.... This year, is another year of my life.... Should not wasted... Although I been doing the wrong things again and again.... The road to anywhere is not easy... Easy way or short cut lead to no where.... and end up learning nothing... No direction in life will be aimless and will never reach any target... If have a aim or target, without any action will be useless.... With action but without determination will be also invalid. Unless you just want to have a really simple life with just enough food and money to survive, you can do that... Just hope and pray that sickness never come to you.... or your love ones.... or you will prefer to choose death against illness because it is really costly.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-719814238218797853?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/719814238218797853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=719814238218797853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/719814238218797853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/719814238218797853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-ended-something-starts.html' title='Something ended.... Something starts....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R993viYLzgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9jJYrxNq9JU/s72-c/DSC001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-7945702342528154821</id><published>2008-03-05T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T08:50:50.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnet toys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R87PRTP-P9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/BGfqaYVfcqM/s1600-h/magnet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R87PRTP-P9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/BGfqaYVfcqM/s320/magnet.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174300918027272146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... this is my childhood toy... haha... Can't imagine I play magnet....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-7945702342528154821?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/7945702342528154821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=7945702342528154821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7945702342528154821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7945702342528154821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2008/03/magnet-toys.html' title='Magnet toys...'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R87PRTP-P9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/BGfqaYVfcqM/s72-c/magnet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-6834409702726759971</id><published>2008-03-05T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T08:44:55.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird watch human eat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R87NkTP-P8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/5I-DB8qu6g4/s1600-h/birdwatchmeeat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R87NkTP-P8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/5I-DB8qu6g4/s320/birdwatchmeeat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174299045421531074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... When I am eating my lunch this bird came to watch me eat... And of cos expect me to fed it. But when I throw some rice, it didn't bother to eat. After that I stop, and they flew away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-6834409702726759971?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/6834409702726759971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=6834409702726759971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6834409702726759971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6834409702726759971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2008/03/bird-watch-human-eat.html' title='Bird watch human eat...'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R87NkTP-P8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/5I-DB8qu6g4/s72-c/birdwatchmeeat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-2473051914100076030</id><published>2008-02-13T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T05:01:13.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year ahead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R7LpWxnIOlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/10Gc2aUDbPQ/s1600-h/Zodiac10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R7LpWxnIOlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/10Gc2aUDbPQ/s320/Zodiac10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166448300031228498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R7LpIBnIOkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wkstJmciPgQ/s1600-h/Shining+star-act+as+a+blind+gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R7LpIBnIOkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wkstJmciPgQ/s320/Shining+star-act+as+a+blind+gal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166448046628158018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... Another year had started... During CNY's visit, can see that lots of people had change, kids had grown up, and grow fat! People getting married, and going to give birth. Hope this is a good year for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-2473051914100076030?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/2473051914100076030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=2473051914100076030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/2473051914100076030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/2473051914100076030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-year-ahead.html' title='New year ahead...'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R7LpWxnIOlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/10Gc2aUDbPQ/s72-c/Zodiac10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-2476045627673205075</id><published>2008-01-13T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T06:20:35.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R4odil94rgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3Ny2uOW8xIM/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R4odil94rgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3Ny2uOW8xIM/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154965203623390722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Been watching Anime for sometime... Now then I understand why do those people are so into Japs Anime.... Well... a new year is here... And the lunar new yr is round the corner.... Price are growing up and up..... But the salary is still same.... haiz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-2476045627673205075?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/2476045627673205075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=2476045627673205075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/2476045627673205075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/2476045627673205075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2008/01/anime.html' title='Anime...'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R4odil94rgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3Ny2uOW8xIM/s72-c/DSC00073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-3535319872642431165</id><published>2007-12-26T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T04:37:27.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year ahead....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R3J3wl94rbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Hhd4vN8VxK8/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R3J3wl94rbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Hhd4vN8VxK8/s320/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148309000747003314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R3J3nF94raI/AAAAAAAAANI/0lJTngNjrpY/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R3J3nF94raI/AAAAAAAAANI/0lJTngNjrpY/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148308837538246050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-3535319872642431165?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/3535319872642431165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=3535319872642431165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3535319872642431165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3535319872642431165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/12/m.html' title='New year ahead....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R3J3wl94rbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Hhd4vN8VxK8/s72-c/DSC00070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-4976801960736444637</id><published>2007-12-18T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T18:18:30.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R2h_W194rYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/AfvedZ7xjTs/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R2h_W194rYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/AfvedZ7xjTs/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145502604691287426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Recently just went to a ex-colleague wedding dinner. The guy KK is a Malaysian, so he held it at JB. He is a very nice person. Someone who is humble and helpful. He is quite pro in this line when he came to this co. So he know almost everything in less than 2 weeks. I met up with my ex-colleague and gather to talk. It is quite a long time since I last met them. They are all very friendly people, it is really nice working with them. Just that I don't want to stuck to this line and had to move on. One of the girl who is same age as me has a daughter who is about 2 yrs plus. After the dinner, we had some chat and stuff. The time is almost over midnight. So after that some of them choose to stay for another day. We went back home, Ly and Dav share cab with me as we are on the same way. I reached home the time is about 3 plus to 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-4976801960736444637?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/4976801960736444637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=4976801960736444637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4976801960736444637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4976801960736444637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/12/wedding-dinner.html' title='Wedding dinner'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R2h_W194rYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/AfvedZ7xjTs/s72-c/DSC00073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-333514180409559819</id><published>2007-12-13T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T09:37:07.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending of Doraemon</title><content type='html'>As you know, Doraemon is a story with no ending, but this small story is about the "last episode" of the famous cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;Someone made this story and uploaded it to his homepage, and it is now widely spread all around Japan through the internet. Here it goes; One day,a very normal day, Nobita came back from school and went upstairs of his house. Doraemon was there sleeping, just like the other normal day.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Doraemon, please wake up, lets play! " but Doraemon does not wake up. Nobita thought that Doraemon is tired, so he went out to play with Shizuka-chan and other folks. After few hours, he returned to his home, but Doraemon was still sleeping. Nobita felt something strange, and tried to wake him up. But there was no reply. He became to feel afraid, and tried to wake him up, but whatever he does, Doraemon did not wake up. Nobita exactly knew that something was different. This never happened before. He began crying, but though he screamed or cried, the famous fat-cat-robot did not make a single move at all. He came up to one idea, and jumped into his desk the time machine-and went to the future to meet Dorami-chan, Doraemon's sister. He begged her for help, and forced her to go with him back to 1998.&lt;br /&gt;After a short trip again back to 1998 by the time machine, Dorami-chan looked all over his brother Doraemon to see what was wrong with him.&lt;br /&gt;After few minutes, she said "the battery is out"&lt;br /&gt;Nobita was relieved, and said, "battery? so he is not broken right? please replace or recharge his battery, and put him back like before"&lt;br /&gt;But Dorami-chan shook her head and said, "Nobita-san, should I really do that?" &lt;br /&gt;Nobita said "what? what do you mean?" &lt;br /&gt;Dorami-chan replied; "His main battery is here, close to his pocket. And it ran out. But originally, he had a back-up battery in his ears, but as you know, his ears were eaten by a rat very many years ago, so he does not have a back-up battery now" &lt;br /&gt;"so what do you mean?" "I mean, if I replace his battery, every memory of you will be eternally lost from his brain program"&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?????" &lt;br /&gt;"Shall I do that?" Nobita closed his eyes. He cried, but after few minutes, he stopped crying, and quietly told Dorami-chan; "Dorami-chan, thanks for coming here. I will take care of the rest. You have to go back to your future time now" Dorami-chan could not decide what to do, but anyway she hugged Nobiya quietly, and she went back home. After she went back,Nobita carried Doraemon and placed him into the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;.........TIME FLIES..........&lt;br /&gt;Year 2010, Nobita grew up. Since that day, he changed.&lt;br /&gt;He studied hard, did not cry anymore, and he lived without Doraemon.&lt;br /&gt;He told Shizuka and other folks that Doraemon had to go back to his future, and could not meet him anymore. Shizuka was impressed to Nobita's mysterious appearance which became completely different from 10years ago. They fell in love, and married. Nobita became a scientist. He made a laboratory in his room, and was studying hard with his job all day.&lt;br /&gt;He told Shizuka not to come into the room, as it is very dangerous inside. But one day, he called Shizuka and told her to come in to his room. It was the first time for her to enter his husband's room. &lt;br /&gt;The moment she went in, she lost her words ......There was her friend Doraemon, who she used to play in her childhood days. Doraemon was not moving. It seemed as he was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;"Look, Shizuka, I will plug in from now" Nobita turned on the main switch on Doraemon. Doraemon quietly, very quietly started to open his eyes. It was the moment the inventor of Doraemon became clear. It was Nobita. He studied hard and hard just to meet and talk with his old friend again. Going back and forth of time, Nobita was the one who made Doraemon. He discovered all the programs and archytecture of Doraemon-type-robot. &lt;br /&gt;Nobita and Shizuka was crying gently. Doraemon opened his eyes. He looked around, and finally said, "Nobita-kun, did you finish your homework?" There was the same white clouds in the sky like the times they used to spend together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-333514180409559819?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/333514180409559819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=333514180409559819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/333514180409559819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/333514180409559819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/12/ending-of-doraemon.html' title='Ending of Doraemon'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-1188029936890760261</id><published>2007-12-13T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T09:35:44.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Begin of Doraemon story 2/2</title><content type='html'>Minor characters&lt;br /&gt;Jaiko is Gian's younger sister who would have been Nobita's wife in the future had Doraemon not intervened. She appears in the very first chapter of the manga, even before the introduction of Gian. Her name Jaiko is usually considered a nickname, but Fujiko never gave her a real name. An aspiring mangaka, Jaiko goes by her amateur mangaka pen name , and sometimes submits her mangas to publishing companies for prizes. &lt;br /&gt;Hidetoshi is Nobita's classmate and rival for Shizuka's affections. He always gets perfect scores on his tests, but never shows off his abilities. He willingly helps Nobita whenever he has philosophical or scientific questions. His name literally means "brilliant over-achiever", and his last name is a pun on dekisugiru, which means "over achieving". Unfortunately for Nobita, Shizuka tends to prefer the company of Hidetoshi, who is more of her intellectual equal. &lt;br /&gt;Dorami, also known as Dorami-chan, is the younger sister of Doraemon. Strangely enough, they are siblings due to the fact that they shared half of the oil from a can. She lives in the 22nd-century Tokyo with Sewashi, Nobita's great-great-grandson. She is yellow and has ears that resemble a large red bow. She likes melonpan and is afraid of cockroaches. She is also shown to be a more advanced robot than Doraemon. She sometimes visits Nobita with a time machine when Doraemon is "off-duty."&lt;br /&gt;Nobita's homeroom teacher. He is a strict taskmaster who often punishes Nobita for failing to do his homework. The punishments range from standing in the hallway to sweeping the classroom after-school. His real name is unknown and he is only referred to as "Sensei", but in the NTV anime his name is given as . &lt;br /&gt;An old man who lives next to the vacant lot where Nobita and the gang play baseball. They sometimes accidentally throw baseballs, rocks, or even one of Doraemon's gadgets through his window, breaking it and knocking over his prized bonsai. The children refer to him as , because he shouts so loud that they scatter. Kaminari is his surname. Tameru Kaneo&lt;br /&gt;Tameru tends to accompany Suneo and Jaian. He has a friend whose name is never mentioned, and the two of them are always seen together. Kane wo tameru, the way his name is read in Japanese, means "to save money" in Japanese. &lt;br /&gt;Mini-Doras are actually gadgets of Doraemon. They are mini versions of Doraemon, each with a different color. They can think and feel for themselves, and communicate with Doraemon through the "Mini-Dora" language. They act as helpers for all sorts of tasks, such as repairing the internal mechanism of Doraemon.&lt;br /&gt;Nobita's family&lt;br /&gt;Nobita's mother. She is usually seen scolding Nobita or sending him on errands. She actually loves her son very much but is disappointed by his academic failures &lt;br /&gt;Nobita's father and laid-back salaryman. He is very considerate of Nobita, often seen arriving home from work to placate Tamako's anger towards Nobita. He has trouble quitting smoking and is self-conscious about his inability to pass the driving test. He also has a poor memory and sometimes arrives home drunk from nightly business meetings. He was once an aspiring art student. &lt;br /&gt;Nobita's great-great-grandson. He is the one who sends Doraemon back to the past to look after Nobita. Sewashi first bought Doraemon in 2112 when Doraemon still had ears and his original factory paint. He is also the owner of Doraemon's sister, Dorami. He figures very prominently in the first few stories but is rarely seen later on.&lt;br /&gt;Nobita's son. He is named after Nobita's father. He is a better athlete than Nobita and far more clever. In one of the stories, he did not hesitate to beat up young Nobita when young Nobita tried to stop him from running away from home. Also, he is shown as being a bully and brave enough to bully Gian's son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-1188029936890760261?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/1188029936890760261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=1188029936890760261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/1188029936890760261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/1188029936890760261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/12/begin-of-doraemon-story-22.html' title='Begin of Doraemon story 2/2'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-228101391857016679</id><published>2007-12-13T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T09:34:34.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Begin of Doraemon story 1/2</title><content type='html'>Doraemon is sent back in time by Nobita Nobi's great-great grandson Sewashi to improve Nobita's circumstances so that his descendants may enjoy a better future. In the original timeline, Nobita's failures in school and subsequently, his career, have left his family line beset with financial problems.&lt;br /&gt;The stories are formulaic, usually focused on the everyday struggles of fourth grader Nobita, the protagonist of the story. In a typical chapter, Nobita comes home crying about a problem he faces in school or the local neighborhood. After Nobita's pleading or goading, Doraemon produces a futuristic gadget to help Nobita fix his problem, enact revenge, or flaunt to his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Nobita usually goes too far, despite Doraemon's best intentions, and gets into deeper trouble than before. Sometimes, Nobita's friends (usually Suneo or Jaian) steal the gadgets and end up misusing them. However, by the end of the story, there is usually retribution to the characters who end up misusing them, and a moral lesson is taught. &lt;br /&gt;Fujiko's friends say that every main character represents elementary school student archetypes Fujiko noticed in his own school days. &lt;br /&gt;Doraemon is the robotic cat sent back in time by Sewashi to aid Nobita. He possesses a fourth-dimensional pocket from which he can produce all manner of futuristic tools, gadgets, and playthings from a future department store. Doraemon originally had ears but they were bitten off by a robotic mouse in the 22nd century. As a result, he developed a morbid fear of mice despite being a robotic cat. He also has the tendency to panic during emergencies, characterized by him frantically trying to pull out a very much-needed tool from his pocket, only to produce a huge assortment of unrelated household items.&lt;br /&gt;Doraemon's physical appearance changed as the manga progressed. At first, he was predominantly blue, with a blue tail, a white stomach, and flesh-coloured hands and feet. He also stooped, and had a body much larger than his head. In later issues, he sported a smaller body, white hands and feet, and a red tail--the appearance most identify him with today.&lt;br /&gt;In "The Doraemons" story arc, it is revealed that Doraemon's original paint color was yellow. After getting his ears gnawed off by a robot mouse, he slipped into depression on top of a tower, where he drank a potion labeled "sadness". As he wept, the yellow color washed off and his voice changed due to the potion.&lt;br /&gt;Doraemon weighs 129.3 kg (285 lbs) and measures at 129.3 cm (4'3") tall. He is able to run at 129.3 km/h (80.3 mi/h) when scared and jump 129.3 m (424.2 ft) when threatened. He is manufactured on September 3, 2112 (12/9/3), at the . Doraemon is considered a failed product because many of his robotic features (ie. radar whiskers and cat-calling bell) malfunctioned after production.&lt;br /&gt;Doraemon's favourite food is , a Japanese treat filled with red bean paste. Speculations led to dorayaki being the origin of his name. However, it was revealed in one of the manga chapters that his name originates from the Japanese word for "stray cat", dora neko, and the -emon ending which is part of traditional Japanese names, as seen also in, for example, Ishikawa Goemon.&lt;br /&gt;Nobita is the other major character of the series. He is a fourth grader in Tokyo's Nerima and an only child. He wears glasses, a red or yellow polo shirt with a white collar, and blue shorts. Nobita's character flaws are endless: he is lazy, uncoordinated, dim-witted, frail, plain-looking, unlucky, and bad at sports. Nobita's typical day consists of arriving late to class, scoring zeros on his exam, getting lectured by his teacher, being bullied by classmates Jaian and Suneo, falling into curbside rain gutters, being chased by dogs, and getting yelled at by his mom for refusing to do his homework. However, his everyday struggles are what drive the storyline.&lt;br /&gt;Despite his flaws, Nobita does possess unique talents such as his unrivaled marksmanship and ability to weave intricate string figures. Although Nobita is frequently portrayed as being cowardly, he has a strong sense of justice and will often risk his life to help save others or even entire civilizations (as seen in full-length stories). &lt;br /&gt;Shizuka, usually called Shizu-chan or Shizuka-chan, is the smart, kind, and pretty neighborhood girl who is the object of Nobita's affections. She takes baths several times a day. Somehow, Nobita always seem to unintentionally walk in on her (via the Dokodemo Door) while she is still in the bathtub. She is also known for taking piano lessons unwillingly, which is sometimes used as an excuse for declining to hang out with Nobita. Her true passions are sweet potatoes and the violin, in which her playing is as atrocious as Gian's singing. Due to Doraemon's intervention, Shizuka becomes Nobita's wife in the future timeline. &lt;br /&gt;Takeshi, usually known by the nickname (Giant), is the big, strong, and quick-tempered local bully. His nickname may be derived from giant. He is known for his confidence in his terrible singing voice. He regularly subjects the neighborhood children to horrendous singing recitals, which is sometimes combined with his equally bad homemade dinner. Several of the stories revolve around Nobita and his friends' efforts to avoid Gian's concerts.&lt;br /&gt;He also frequently steals other children's toys and books under the pretext of "borrowing" them, unless the toy is damaged. However, he still has a strong sense of comradeship, and will not hesitate to help Nobita and his friends when they are in real trouble, which often occurs in the movies. Although he bullies the other children (mostly Nobita), he is terrified of his mother, who runs the local grocery store. He founded his own baseball team named after himself. Although Nobita is often blamed for the losses against the baseball team's rival, the "Tyranos", Gian and Suneo still force Nobita to play because they do not have enough players.&lt;br /&gt;Gian has a younger sister named Jaiko, whom he adores. &lt;br /&gt;Suneo is the fox-faced rich kid who loves to flaunt his material wealth before everyone. He is often seen with Gian, serving as Gian's lackey while they bully Nobita together. Some of the stories start with Suneo showing off some new video game or toy which evokes Nobita's envy. He has an extensive knowledge of science, and is a talented artist and designer. He also has a younger brother , who was adopted into his uncle's family in New York.&lt;br /&gt;In some scenes, Suneo is seen as a narcissist who loves to stare at himself in the mirror while telling himself that he is the most handsome guy in the world. He is still a bed-wetter and needs to wear diapers when he sleeps, despite being in the fourth grade. He considers this humiliating habit his secret weakness. Suneo is also very self-conscious about his height, being the shortest kid in his class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-228101391857016679?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/228101391857016679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=228101391857016679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/228101391857016679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/228101391857016679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/12/begin-of-doraemon-story-12.html' title='Begin of Doraemon story 1/2'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-5935982228404065020</id><published>2007-12-10T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:50:51.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R14HKoM_ReI/AAAAAAAAAMw/mMLUS7P7_iQ/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R14HKoM_ReI/AAAAAAAAAMw/mMLUS7P7_iQ/s320/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142555703675667938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well.... this house is quite nice so I took a picture of it. Recently been really busy but don't know busy for what... haha.... Anyway, beside work. And almost get a business done... but in the end... blow off... Too bad... Wasted time and cab fare... Well... Had a good friend is getting married this mth! So congrats! haha... Had received a red bomb from him. This month is really broke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-5935982228404065020?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/5935982228404065020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=5935982228404065020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/5935982228404065020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/5935982228404065020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/12/changes.html' title='Changes.......'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R14HKoM_ReI/AAAAAAAAAMw/mMLUS7P7_iQ/s72-c/DSC00047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-6831050944060518328</id><published>2007-12-03T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T08:07:37.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handwriting Analysis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1QoiIM_RdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2SxC5MSsbUg/s1600-R/handwritting+analysis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1QoiIM_RdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6whOycLiWNo/s320/handwritting+analysis.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139777641519203794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... this guy is someone from china, looks like a "da shi" (master). He do fortune telling for people. I was curious and went over to listen. Anyway, his skills are normal. Not really that fantastic. He do Chinese character analysis. It is quite interesting as I am also learning. But I think it is not an easy skill to be really pro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-6831050944060518328?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/6831050944060518328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=6831050944060518328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6831050944060518328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6831050944060518328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/12/handwriting-analysis.html' title='Handwriting Analysis'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1QoiIM_RdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6whOycLiWNo/s72-c/handwritting+analysis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-9213741854588628070</id><published>2007-12-02T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T07:59:16.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1LV1IM_RbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nAz2A0gFP6A/s1600-R/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1LV1IM_RbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ad3QOW2a_zY/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139405233494902194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you had the power to prevent either a tidal wave that would kill 25,000 people on the planet's other side, a crash that would kill 250 people at your local airport, or a car accident that would kill a close friend. Which would you prevent?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-9213741854588628070?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/9213741854588628070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=9213741854588628070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/9213741854588628070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/9213741854588628070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/12/choice.html' title='Choice?'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1LV1IM_RbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ad3QOW2a_zY/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-3584946959928011109</id><published>2007-12-02T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T01:37:15.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating snake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1J7tYM_RaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/c3FFUrxJL5Y/s1600-R/Eating+Snake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1J7tYM_RaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/In6SxtsfElM/s320/Eating+Snake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139306144304416162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... This guy is someone who went on the streets and perform some simple magic tricks and the real purpose is not selling magic or perform magic but to introduce his Snake shop. Something which is not really related. haha... But its a good way to sell his ads. It attract people to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-3584946959928011109?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/3584946959928011109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=3584946959928011109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3584946959928011109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3584946959928011109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/12/eating-snake.html' title='Eating snake?'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1J7tYM_RaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/In6SxtsfElM/s72-c/Eating+Snake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-7573260776151928421</id><published>2007-11-30T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T22:16:39.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Property</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1D7n4M_RZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Xak4zkn-NwQ/s1600-R/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1D7n4M_RZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_Ze4iglN-Ts/s320/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138883837350069650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1D7gIM_RYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FSvulf6LyJY/s1600-R/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1D7gIM_RYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Rj7jx1g2qkM/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138883704206083458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every line has its difficulty, recently had a friend who suddenly disappear into the thin air. Heard that she even change her hp no. etc... Even if she quit the job, still can keep in contact with friends mah... hmm... Maybe some personal reason that she decide to give up her career or she had better offer. But at least inform to the colleague who is concern about her. Well... life is unpredictable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-7573260776151928421?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/7573260776151928421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=7573260776151928421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7573260776151928421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7573260776151928421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/11/property.html' title='Property'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1D7n4M_RZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_Ze4iglN-Ts/s72-c/DSC00031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-5471555699723215108</id><published>2007-11-30T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T06:53:06.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of happening....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1AjygidTDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kuLbC_RI2gE/s1600-R/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1AjygidTDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ML-aPBsIguM/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138646525464628274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1AieQidTCI/AAAAAAAAALw/0qTbrxSo8kM/s1600-R/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1AieQidTCI/AAAAAAAAALw/h2_Kh6wNDWA/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138645078060649506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Been working for some time... It is interesting to see different kinds of children out there... Some are really brats... They act like they know everything... Some are like blur blur and shy ones... There is one plump kid who take a gun and shoot and say that if there is a real gun, he will shoot at all the people... haha... Another problem kid... like the one in US... Some kids are really like the one in HOME ALONE.... I was the one who get builled.... :-(.... They take the balls and throw at people... oh my god... without parents supervision is the result....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-5471555699723215108?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/5471555699723215108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=5471555699723215108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/5471555699723215108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/5471555699723215108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-of-happening.html' title='A day of happening....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1AjygidTDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ML-aPBsIguM/s72-c/DSC00033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-4421590759942971073</id><published>2007-11-30T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T06:42:15.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and virus....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1AdwwidTAI/AAAAAAAAALg/3IL4FrcJNH0/s1600-R/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1AdwwidTAI/AAAAAAAAALg/ncdqhEUGt1U/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138639898330090498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly seems that flu virus is spreading out again.... Maybe been lack of sleep... feeling tired... starting to have sore throat... haiz... Well... when body gives out signal meaning rest time....! Anyway, Recently maybe heaven is pity on me... There was once I went to eat at the food court. I gave the person $5. I received 6++... hmm..... I eat free with extra cash! Oh my God! haha.... But I am not smart enough so I return the money to the person. Then I had another free meal when I order something, he forgot to collect money from me and I happily having my food. I thought that he will come to collect money later... But I had finish my food. haha... I went over to pay the money. He is polite to thank me. Today is a friend's birthday party... Hope she had a wonderful time enjoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-4421590759942971073?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/4421590759942971073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=4421590759942971073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4421590759942971073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4421590759942971073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/11/sick-and-virus.html' title='Sick and virus....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R1AdwwidTAI/AAAAAAAAALg/ncdqhEUGt1U/s72-c/DSC00028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-6626188431033268163</id><published>2007-11-29T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T07:18:46.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R07X2QidS_I/AAAAAAAAALY/cRTl8WzXgj4/s1600-h/oldredvan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R07X2QidS_I/AAAAAAAAALY/cRTl8WzXgj4/s320/oldredvan.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138281552028716018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well... thought today can meet with a friend, in the end didn't met. haha.... Been really busy and tired recently... Think that I am doing things too slow... Must try to do in a faster way.... hmmm..... zzzzz.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-6626188431033268163?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/6626188431033268163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=6626188431033268163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6626188431033268163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6626188431033268163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/11/tired.html' title='Tired....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/R07X2QidS_I/AAAAAAAAALY/cRTl8WzXgj4/s72-c/oldredvan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-3608887873940668618</id><published>2007-11-23T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T08:49:39.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird nightmares....</title><content type='html'>Well... Last night.... it been really tired for me as these few days been sleep late and wake up early.... So... I seem to have some nightmare which I had forgotten... But a experience that I had never had before happens... I was sleeping when I found that I could not move my limps! Oh my god! what happen?! I struggle and struggle.... Seems like some kind of spirit that stop my movement... But I am not afraid... So I overcome it and awake... Hmm.... Some people experience it a lot. Well... I had it the first time. I think maybe it is just that I felt very tired.... They say that if a person is too tired will have this kind of experience...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-3608887873940668618?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/3608887873940668618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=3608887873940668618' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3608887873940668618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3608887873940668618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/11/weird-nightmares.html' title='Weird nightmares....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-7161449083205619173</id><published>2007-11-23T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T08:45:43.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My part time job...</title><content type='html'>Currently, been working .... its fun as you got to see different kind of people out there.... Good and bad.... I think I should set a goal.. hmm... &lt;br /&gt;Well... Got to know a guy who seems to have a mentality of a child... He speaks in weird way and sound like a child but older than me. He ask simple question and will repeat somehow... There is a guy who bullied him so he don't like to talk to him. Anyway, he is a simple guy who do not care about the world out there and draw simple drawing like a primary school kid. Wonder if he got into some kind of fever when young as in some people that if fever until very serious, may have brain damage... That is why he is working as a part time... He shy away from camera and can be easily bullied... Hope he will have a better life ahead.... The other man, who is quite old and divorce... He is also do not have a proper job. That is why took up this part time.  Can't imagine that a man who work low paid job can survive... If there is family and children will have lots of problem... He seems to be a nice guy as well... Haiz... life.... Got to know some china friends as well... guys and gals they are student who come to study here and take up part time jobs... Some of them are like Singaporean who spent parents money and life in luxury... Lots of them are only child... The only difference are background and language...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-7161449083205619173?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/7161449083205619173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=7161449083205619173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7161449083205619173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7161449083205619173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-part-time-job.html' title='My part time job...'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-8401372056222184169</id><published>2007-11-23T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T08:34:30.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy who sings on MRT.....</title><content type='html'>Well recently I took MRT train... There was one guy who was wearing blue... He was listening to some MP3 songs. Suddenly he was so in mood that he sang out... At first he sang a few lines and stop... Then he face the window or mirror... and started to sing in his own world... Although people look at him but doesn't stop him from singing. He went to another corner and continue singing happily with his ear plug... Then he sat down and continue to sing and sing.... Good courage, i must say... to be able to sing out loud for the MRT audience.... His voice.... erm.... not bad lah.... haha.... On the other occasion... There was a Indian man who is giving lecture as in talking about the government, how bad they are and etc... Then later he talks about why do people having the same look and same size etc... He is talking to himself happily and later sat down and continue to bla bla bla.... Poor old man who talks to himself... When u r old and no one wan to talks to you, its common for them to be like that... Sometimes you can't judge a person by how he look, there was a guy i saw, he look a bit slow as in brain works... But he learn magic and perform for people... Lately, i got to know a friend, he is talking about somebody who put him in black magic... wonder if it is real or not  I won't go into details.... but he is quite scare and secretive about his hp no.... hmm....wonder why.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-8401372056222184169?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/8401372056222184169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=8401372056222184169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8401372056222184169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8401372056222184169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/11/guy-who-sings-on-mrt.html' title='Guy who sings on MRT.....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-7882029053255378754</id><published>2007-11-23T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T08:21:27.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of people who change over time....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people do change over time. That is very true... There is a couple who has been together for years. At the start, The man is a very devoted Buddhist who go to the temple every week. He is so determined to be a vegetarian for life. His wife who is only a believer does not care so much as to going to temple and classes there. This man who has been devoted to the Buddha until that he proof to his family that he is determined to go this way. Years pass by, now the wife of this man, who does not bother to go to the temple and the way of Buddha change and become a devoted Buddhist and become a vegetarian. But this man who is devoted change too. He become someone who does not bother about going to the temple any more. He is more interested in his own interest currently. Only when his wife are going to the classes or temple then he will follow... Human do change from time to time of their thoughts and belief... Some will not change but most do change according to situation or self....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-7882029053255378754?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/7882029053255378754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=7882029053255378754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7882029053255378754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7882029053255378754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/11/story-of-people-who-change-over-time.html' title='Story of people who change over time....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-7579066502679402163</id><published>2007-11-10T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T09:55:15.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old uncle pee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RzXnmSEyVbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/V_jGAT5ZKRg/s1600-h/DSC0.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RzXnmSEyVbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/V_jGAT5ZKRg/s320/DSC0.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131261995331507634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....I had an interesting day, morning, when I am on my way out. A child about 3 or 4 years old sings on the bus stop. At first I didn't know. I saw 2 people smiling away. I notice the little child is standing on the seat of the bus stop dancing and singing away... It was really cute! Although quite soft. Then on the bus, I saw the familiar faces... I saw a dad and son walking out. It is quite weird that I had saw them a few times... Once I remember that i saw them on a bus. They were talking about something that they are not happy about. Maybe it is work or what. Anyway, they are talking !@%#$&amp;$%! a lot... They are of a same size... So can see that they are family.... The son seem to be like someone i saw before in the army camp... but no recall... Anyway I had saw them a few times always walking together like they are both without work... Hmm.... Anyway it is good for the dad as it is hard to find child so close with the parent... Later I pass by a bus stop... which has a green grass... there was an old man who take off his pants... not totally... just open his zip.... and pee.... I thought it was a prank or some TV program.... Well... I think it must be really pee on the grass.... People walking by and giggle away.... Well... I didn't saw his "thing" but water coming out like a fountain.... Hmm.... Poor guy... he must have some sickness... When going back home in the night together with my colleague... the bus drive fast and give a brake... My colleague was not holding tightly with the papers... they flew out of her hand and landed on the floor.... Luckily got some kind hearted girl who helped to pick up. That bus doesn't bother and drive like normal... hmm.... Anyway the second time he jam brake, my colleague is prepared.... hee hee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-7579066502679402163?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/7579066502679402163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=7579066502679402163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7579066502679402163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7579066502679402163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/11/old-uncle-pee.html' title='Old uncle pee...'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RzXnmSEyVbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/V_jGAT5ZKRg/s72-c/DSC0.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-5255436421643765482</id><published>2007-11-08T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T06:56:34.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work work work ....</title><content type='html'>Well... I think that working really makes you tired easily.... hmm.... maybe I am getting old? Well.... Today I was working when a little girl asked me, "where is my mother?" Oh.... How would I know where she goes? Not like I know her? &lt;br /&gt;Well... Recently I discover that, I am really lost out of the world... haha... Meaning I seems to be lost of contact with friends... All my friends are busy with their own stuff. Maybe partly I don't join them often and don't like to contact or organize things... recently got a call from a friend from a group of my friends, he said that they are going somewhere, which I did not received any info. He is asking me if I am going, so that he wants to go with me because he do not know how to go. Well... Of course I tell him that I did not know. Anyway I am also working, so not able to go. I didn't really catch where were they going to go. Hmm.... maybe I am also a boring person that is why... &lt;br /&gt;Recently saw a few nice movies, not recent ones... a movie that erm... called........ forgot liao.... It is about the wolf dogs who bring the people around north pole.... A scientist wanted to go and find something and there is a guy who kept theses few dogs brought this scientist around. The dogs save the scientist when he almost fell into the ice below. Later all the people who went away by the helicopter because the storm is coming, because of the weight, they cannot bring the dogs back. So they were left in the snow.... Luckily they were freed by themselves and get food. There is 1 dead and the other one is injured. During the 100 plus days, they survive and show group work and co operate with each other. There is a leader and they show respect to it. It seems like a group of army. It is also very touching. Nice to watch....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-5255436421643765482?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/5255436421643765482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=5255436421643765482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/5255436421643765482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/5255436421643765482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/11/work-work-work.html' title='Work work work ....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-4895951320406055750</id><published>2007-11-05T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T09:04:30.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New start on job.....</title><content type='html'>Well... got a new job to start with.... hmm.... Still thinking that I may be making the wrong move... because I should be concentrate on 1 thing.... but I still want to give a try... Maybe if i had taken the other route, i m now having a good start, like my other colleague. Still, today is a happy day... Should be a good start...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-4895951320406055750?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/4895951320406055750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=4895951320406055750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4895951320406055750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4895951320406055750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-start-on-job.html' title='New start on job.....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-1064597896507246259</id><published>2007-10-31T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:24:58.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaoru Amane - Taiyou No Uta Special Ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/DX43QLzSpH1MC4849"&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.dailymotion.com/swf/DX43QLzSpH1MC4849" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="335" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xl3i9_kaoru-amane-taiyou-no-uta-special-v_music"&gt;Kaoru Amane - Taiyou No Uta Special Ver.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Phreak"&gt;Phreak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice song by Kaoru Amane (Sawajiri Erika). From the Japanese drama "A song from the sun."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-1064597896507246259?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/1064597896507246259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=1064597896507246259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/1064597896507246259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/1064597896507246259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/kaoru-amane-taiyou-no-uta-special-ver.html' title='Kaoru Amane - Taiyou No Uta Special Ver'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-8481782354911114490</id><published>2007-10-30T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:56:46.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old man play guitar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RydhWsc6yeI/AAAAAAAAALI/Sgr__3S-19o/s1600-h/oldman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RydhWsc6yeI/AAAAAAAAALI/Sgr__3S-19o/s320/oldman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127173743302068706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this uncle, is happily playing his guitar and attract the attention of the old folks with his oldies songs... At least he is happy with what he is doing.... and that is  great... Even when you are old, doesn't mean you are useless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-8481782354911114490?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/8481782354911114490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=8481782354911114490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8481782354911114490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8481782354911114490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/old-man-play-guitar.html' title='Old man play guitar....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RydhWsc6yeI/AAAAAAAAALI/Sgr__3S-19o/s72-c/oldman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-2713480898875016443</id><published>2007-10-29T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:57:42.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient instrument pipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RybUYMc6ydI/AAAAAAAAALA/mWINfF6PW-w/s1600-h/blow+pipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RybUYMc6ydI/AAAAAAAAALA/mWINfF6PW-w/s320/blow+pipe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127018737932356050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy really need a good lung.... The sound is like some kind of new age style... Well... Recently saw a monk who went to purchase a bread in the shop. Actually make me think that time has change. Even monks went to a bank to deposit money and went to buy food and even went to eat at a restaurant. Seems like monks cannot live like the past which is to stay away from people and money. Maybe in some country there is still such monks who ask for food from people... Maybe the present monk seems like another kind of job in sg rather than someone who want to stay away from the city life. The only difference maybe they do not marry, and possess worldly material...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-2713480898875016443?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/2713480898875016443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=2713480898875016443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/2713480898875016443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/2713480898875016443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/ancient-instrument-pipe.html' title='Ancient instrument pipe'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RybUYMc6ydI/AAAAAAAAALA/mWINfF6PW-w/s72-c/blow+pipe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-4529078379604682115</id><published>2007-10-24T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T08:50:16.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People who cut queue.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rx9l-la3Q7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/BZVYE-tG8Is/s1600-h/34554.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rx9l-la3Q7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/BZVYE-tG8Is/s320/34554.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124927026841994162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, got a guy who is sitting beside me, he keep digging his nose and shoot to open air like nobody business... Lucky he drop off soon. &lt;br /&gt;  Next I went for my dinner at a food stall, suddenly a woman appear out of no where... She go in front and treat me like a transparent and order food. Usually I just let the person go ahead as I am not a hungry ghost. Sometimes the stall holder saw that and will say to that person please line up. Sometimes they didn't saw it, I will just let it pass. But today, I seem to be a bit pissed off. So I don't care, if the woman gets the food first, I will walk off. So When the stall holder ask, I say I come first so I take my food and walked away. Later that woman walked pass and look at my direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-4529078379604682115?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/4529078379604682115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=4529078379604682115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4529078379604682115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4529078379604682115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/people-who-cut-queue.html' title='People who cut queue.......'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rx9l-la3Q7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/BZVYE-tG8Is/s72-c/34554.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-7917329697759021515</id><published>2007-10-22T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T19:32:33.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rx1aila3Q6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/73PL1pozlwk/s1600-h/CASTIF05.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rx1aila3Q6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/73PL1pozlwk/s320/CASTIF05.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124351501224330146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Maybe when you want to be pro in something you had to be focus. I had too many things to do and is not being focus on one thing... Should I gave up one thing in order to achieve other? If my health is much better, maybe I can achieve more... Yesterday saw a short doc on TV, it shows a teenager who is very good and interested in math who is from hong kong, he wanted to be in that field of study and be some researchers. While other teenagers who do not even know which way to go in life, he already is on his way. Most important is that his parents is supporting him. He had to be focus so he gave up his piano lessons and concentrate on his maths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-7917329697759021515?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/7917329697759021515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=7917329697759021515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7917329697759021515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7917329697759021515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-to-do.html' title='What to do'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rx1aila3Q6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/73PL1pozlwk/s72-c/CASTIF05.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-586437038774709817</id><published>2007-10-22T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T08:55:44.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arcade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RxzH9la3Q5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/O4fkI5EEjOw/s1600-h/Do+as+infinity.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RxzH9la3Q5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/O4fkI5EEjOw/s320/Do+as+infinity.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124190336871515026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today I had pass by a arcade, so i went in for a while. I am waiting for a friend who is interested to buy some magic tricks from me. So I sat down beside a soft toy that you have to pick from the machine.... I saw a man trying to pick. And after a try, he walks away. The person in charge will come and place one of the soft toy near the exit, so pp will be easy to win. But the person who tries a few times, every time he tries, when the machine hooks on the soft toy, it shakes a bit and the soft toy fall off from the hooks. and had to try again. It is made in such a way that it seems to be easy to win and yet hard to get. I think that most machine are like that. It looks as though it is very easy and almost winning but it is not easy and maybe even if you insert $10 and still not getting a soft toy. I am sure that a lot of people thinks in the same way. When something is easy to get everybody try to gets it. Gamble and things like that seems to be easy money but yet difficult to get. Some other things like it seems hard to be done or achieve, yet people are doing it and getting results. For example, 2nd handphone shop. Some people might thought that it is easy to get a free phone when you sign up a plan. So why go for used phone? But lots of pp are getting them. And they are making money! hmm... I think it is a weird world....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-586437038774709817?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/586437038774709817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=586437038774709817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/586437038774709817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/586437038774709817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/arcade.html' title='Arcade'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RxzH9la3Q5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/O4fkI5EEjOw/s72-c/Do+as+infinity.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-8916199543935879809</id><published>2007-10-21T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T07:33:12.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosemarie (Rose) Siggins The Woman with Half a Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"   href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rxtd0Fa3Q4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Wu2vLUq8GfI/s1600-h/rosesiggins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rxtd0Fa3Q4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Wu2vLUq8GfI/s320/rosesiggins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123792150453502850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After watching the great magician, Criss Angel, who has done the trick that is to pull a woman into half body, I am curious is there such a real person! It is really amazing to pull out a woman into 2! It shocked all the people around, it is really funny when you see the person who pulled out the body of the woman...haha... Well magic are just illusion. Later I found out that there is really such a person. Born with a rare genetic disorder known as Sacral Agenesis, Rose had deformed legs with feet pointing in opposite directions. There was no feeling in the legs and, as a child, she was in danger of harming herself. When she was two years old her mother, after consulting with the doctors at the hospital, decided that the best course of action was to have the legs amputated. This insightful decision by her mother allowed Rose to lead a fairly normal childhood. &lt;br /&gt;  For years, the administrators at the local school forced Rose to wear artificial legs, they wanted her to look like everybody else. When she was in eighth grade she rebelled and refused to wear her prosthetic limbs, turning up for school on her skateboard. She wanted to be normal, and her normal is Rose who walks on her hands and has no legs. After meeting with her parents who were being very supportive, and realising that Rose was very stubborn, the school relented and allowed her to return, without her prosthetics.&lt;br /&gt;  Rose discovered that she was pregnant. Rose's pregnancy was extraordinary and ground-breaking, no-one with Sacral Agenesis had ever given birth. The only doctor who didn't advise Rose to have an abortion was Dr. Wilson who says "This couple have committed themselves to a pregnancy and she is, basically, laying her life on the line because nobody knows what this means, no-one has lived this experience before. With the first counselling with Rose and David I was very specific and told them that they have to know that if they move forward with this that she could die." The main concerns were with her lungs being compressed, as the baby was likely to grow up the way because of her short stature. The other concern was how she would tolerate a caesarean delivery, because the baby was lying transversely she would have to be opened across the top, a true 19th century caesarean delivery. Rose told her mum that if there were any complications and there was a choice between her life and the baby's, she should choose the baby.&lt;br /&gt;  Having given birth to a miracle baby, Rose was about to experience a terrible tragedy. Luke had just celebrated his second birthday when Rose's mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer. She held the family together, provided an emotional pillar, and organised the vital day-to-day running of the house. Her death had a disastrous effect on everyone around her. Rose's father had already had the onset of Alzheimer's and dementia so he, like her brother, didn't understand what was happening. It became apparent that Rose was next in line to run the family and do everything her mother had done. As well as looking after her son and husband, Rose now cares for her dad and brother. Rose's dad, James, has smoked all his life and now has to rely on a constant supply of oxygen. He is also suffering from schizophrenia and the onset of Alzheimer's. &lt;br /&gt;  Rose has great moral strength and a remarkable attitude she says "A lot of people with disabilities feel that life owes them something, and I was raised in a way that no, no-one owes you a dime. The world doesn't owe you anything, this is what you have and you use your resources and you get through life. My personal opinion is, get up and go for it, just do it."&lt;br /&gt;  This woman is amazing! Despite all odds, she is having great strength and even get married and gave birth to a child! I am thinking if she is a normal person, her achievement in the society should be far greater than anyone of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-8916199543935879809?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/8916199543935879809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=8916199543935879809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8916199543935879809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8916199543935879809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/rosemarie-rose-siggins-woman-with-half.html' title='Rosemarie (Rose) Siggins The Woman with Half a Body'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rxtd0Fa3Q4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Wu2vLUq8GfI/s72-c/rosesiggins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-5219470956784950658</id><published>2007-10-21T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T03:27:58.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old lady who sell tissues....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rxspgla3Q3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/kTtfcCZrH2c/s1600-h/Japan-costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rxspgla3Q3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/kTtfcCZrH2c/s320/Japan-costume.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123734640841409394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Well... Recently while talking to my colleague, I got to know that she had bought expensive tissues from old lady. She think that they are poor thing to come out and wanted to help. But once she bought a tissue from an old lady, she saw her drinking coffee.... at coffee bean!! oh my god! She sell a packet of tissue for a dollar but spent it at a coffee bean for high tea.... My colleague was very angry and scold the old lady for that. Most people will buy tissue from the old people is because of sympathy, because normally a packet will only cost a few cents... but buying from them will be about few times more. Maybe not all the old folks are like that. Some are really in need for money. So don't expect they will make use of your money wisely as when it is their money they can spent as they like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-5219470956784950658?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/5219470956784950658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=5219470956784950658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/5219470956784950658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/5219470956784950658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/old-lady-who-sell-tissues.html' title='Old lady who sell tissues....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rxspgla3Q3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/kTtfcCZrH2c/s72-c/Japan-costume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-273007447896225950</id><published>2007-10-19T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:49:08.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is done....</title><content type='html'>Well... today, i m doing some work.... To sit down and wait for something to happen is impossible.... unless you are super lucky! Well... Sometimes I still wonder if i pick the correct career.... It is not as easy as you think... and money is not much... Well... the only way is to keep telling myself.... keep on doing .... keep on doing... and believe that when you do something, something will happens....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-273007447896225950?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/273007447896225950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=273007447896225950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/273007447896225950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/273007447896225950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/something-is-done.html' title='Something is done....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-7859999283322026869</id><published>2007-10-18T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T00:53:13.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old man park bicycle at the bus stop</title><content type='html'>There is a bus who is getting near a bus-stop, suddenly the bus horn. Then I saw an old man is blocking the road with his bicycle when he went to spit at the dustbin. The old man take his time and ride away his bicycle... When the bus was moving, the bicycle was riding slowly in the middle of the road... luckily it turns in a different direction and the bus went on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-7859999283322026869?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/7859999283322026869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=7859999283322026869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7859999283322026869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7859999283322026869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/old-man-park-bicycle-at-bus-stop.html' title='Old man park bicycle at the bus stop'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-4308155194640501912</id><published>2007-10-14T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T08:29:30.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice to make....</title><content type='html'>Well... Some choices are necessary to make in life. Some people had make the wrong choice and regret. While some are happy of the choice they made. Without a direction is like driving a car without a destination... If you had a direction, at least some motivation will occurs... Just don't give up on hope....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-4308155194640501912?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/4308155194640501912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=4308155194640501912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4308155194640501912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4308155194640501912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/choice-to-make.html' title='Choice to make....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-3495425927580760010</id><published>2007-10-11T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:43:35.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idoms....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Absence make heart grow fonder VS out of sight, out of mind. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Which do you think is more true? From what I see is that certain things or objects that you like a lot or even a person that you love. When you do not get to see them, it will make you think and miss them. So how about out of sight out of mind? Maybe certain things that trouble you or something that you dislike. So how true...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Birds of a feather flock together VS opposite attract. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds of course that they will be together if they are the same... Just like at little india, you will see all of the same colour walking together right? If guys like soccer they will gather a group together to watch right? That is about the meaning.... But what about opposite attracts? Man and woman are opposite correct? Yet they are attract to each other... So actually there is no definite answer or one answer to a question or even a quote or idoms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-3495425927580760010?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/3495425927580760010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=3495425927580760010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3495425927580760010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3495425927580760010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/idoms.html' title='Idoms....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-1314915029053170798</id><published>2007-10-11T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:19:57.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese from China</title><content type='html'>When you heard about people from China, everybody will think about the "liu ying". Especially the girls from china. They are very aggressive to get customer and thick skin as in they don't bother what other people thinks. They can speak loudly on bus as well. There was once I heard on the bus that a woman is sitting down at a seat. She was talking on the phone loudly. Maybe it is their culture to speak loudly and angrily... Anyway, she talked about men in local that are useless and talking about herself as a "chicken". How many men had got to bed with her. And she is going to back to her country and if any man want to marry her she will stay. Oh my God! She was talking at the voice that the whole bus can hear about her "business". She also seems to be polite  and ask the person standing whether want to seat or not but still loudly. Well... she seems to be in her 40s. Then the other case, I had seen in is in the MRT station. There was an old man and the woman seems to be younger than him for about 10 years but size quite big compare to the man. The woman hit the man and shouted that the man bully her. The woman even throw a bag of things at the man. He seems to have some injury. Then the MRT person come in and brought them to the police station. It proofs that china girls are not easily bullied. The old man should have stay away from china woman instead of getting cheated and beaten up. Lots of people watch the show. After the show, they make comment like "oh it is another china woman." &lt;br /&gt;  There are some china people I got to know are quite alright. I heard a story from a guy who came from china that china now are advance and rich but for the average family it is hard to survive. The jobless rate are quite high compared here. The pay are as the same as here. But if they earn from here, when going back they will be rich. The housing are as the same as local but also not that cheap with bad quality but is much bigger than here a lot. They even have a garden in their house. The food are not that clean so they are used to those kind of food. The girls there are worse compared here. He also say that the local are more innocence compared with the people there. They are more crafty. This china guy seems to be quite good person. As he do not have much qualification, he work 2 jobs and hope to get enough money back home.   Maybe because of the environment that makes most of the china people thick skin and talking loudly and also have to be more crafty to survive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-1314915029053170798?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/1314915029053170798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=1314915029053170798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/1314915029053170798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/1314915029053170798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/chinese-from-china.html' title='Chinese from China'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-4992140264827530673</id><published>2007-10-09T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:28:42.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big bosom....</title><content type='html'>Today, is just another normal days... I was walking on my way home. I saw something big.... no.... it is huge!! coming my way.... Oh... it is like a headlight!! hmm.... almost a size of a soccerball!! Well... it is from a woman's front.... It is showing off with little cloths to cover maybe only less than half... just enough to cover the right place....Anyway, i can heard lots of laughs and chat from the people who saw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-4992140264827530673?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/4992140264827530673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=4992140264827530673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4992140264827530673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4992140264827530673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/big-bosom.html' title='Big bosom....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-1534262841850524204</id><published>2007-10-07T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T03:59:45.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rwi7p1a3Q1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tDM7JscgcXo/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rwi7p1a3Q1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tDM7JscgcXo/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118547303895352146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-1534262841850524204?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/1534262841850524204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=1534262841850524204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/1534262841850524204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/1534262841850524204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/pub.html' title='pub'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rwi7p1a3Q1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tDM7JscgcXo/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-1012503960965615576</id><published>2007-10-06T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T19:42:04.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Control by fate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwhGKla3Q0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/OJM2RJObWW8/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwhGKla3Q0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/OJM2RJObWW8/s320/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118418124163990338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwhGG1a3QzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Twh1ImWvuDQ/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwhGG1a3QzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Twh1ImWvuDQ/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118418059739480882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwhGAVa3QyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WiiVWXGFQ4Y/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwhGAVa3QyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WiiVWXGFQ4Y/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118417948070331170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this while, I felt that my fate seems to be fixed and is really hard to change. From what I calculated for myself and what is happening, I wonder if there is still chance to change it. Feeling much low and lost. Still hope for miracle to happen even if it is not possible. Maybe I should stop dreaming and be realistic to do what is necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-1012503960965615576?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/1012503960965615576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=1012503960965615576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/1012503960965615576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/1012503960965615576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/control-by-fate.html' title='Control by fate?'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwhGKla3Q0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/OJM2RJObWW8/s72-c/DSC00035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-3186518835009765062</id><published>2007-10-06T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T10:39:03.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is easy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwfHZ1a3QxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/23zyHh2f2HI/s1600-h/Act.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwfHZ1a3QxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/23zyHh2f2HI/s320/Act.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118278748180267794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwfHUla3QwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/kOhqyUXZp00/s1600-h/233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwfHUla3QwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/kOhqyUXZp00/s320/233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118278657985954562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be successful, you had to be different and do something that nobody thinks of it or had done it before. But how is it possible for that to happen? Unless you are a genius. Another way to be successful maybe what lots of people are doing the same thing and you are doing the best and nobody can compare with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-3186518835009765062?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/3186518835009765062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=3186518835009765062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3186518835009765062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3186518835009765062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/nothing-is-easy.html' title='Nothing is easy....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwfHZ1a3QxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/23zyHh2f2HI/s72-c/Act.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-2819553656761154598</id><published>2007-10-03T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:32:17.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insurance</title><content type='html'>I found out that people will try to make use of different and special way to get what they want... Today while I am on my way back home. A guy came up to me and ask me by pointing at a direction at the shopping center.... he ask... do you come here often? Usually, people will answer to you yes or no. But I choose to ignore... because I know what is their intention... I know that I am blur, and maybe a bit nerd and slow to reaction and reply... But I know it in my brain, it is just not express out of me. Well... this guy give me a feeling like he want to act smart or what... and try to get my attention and talk to him.... I just smile and walk away... In my mind, i m thinking.. I already know what you wan... so no point trick me... haha... but I now do not have income.... so no point listening to the insurance talk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-2819553656761154598?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/2819553656761154598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=2819553656761154598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/2819553656761154598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/2819553656761154598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/insurance.html' title='Insurance'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-4022977146597243786</id><published>2007-10-03T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:15:56.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A challenge to drive</title><content type='html'>Today I had took up the courage to drive. Even though I had been driving for sometime it was quite long ago. Now I had drive my cousin to a far distance... and I had to drive back to park the car for him because he is going for a trip overseas... So I did drive him there and had to drive alone back and park for him... On my way back, I am all alone... somehow fear comes because I don't know the road... I am able to drive only not knowing the place... I did lost my way.... as I am really blur... I took a long time and went til Jurong Island...!! oh my god... almost went til the end of road.... I became nervous... and almost got into accident 2 times!! luckily ... I had calm myself down... and find the way through.... i lost my way 2 times ... but at last got the right track... and safely return the car....at last I overcome my fear... But still don't feel like driving... I got a lot of people to meet up with but no time... I am late and I rush to meet up and settle some things....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-4022977146597243786?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/4022977146597243786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=4022977146597243786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4022977146597243786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4022977146597243786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/challenge-to-drive.html' title='A challenge to drive'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-8698858007641437607</id><published>2007-10-03T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T07:57:54.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 floor blk 319 AMK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwOo7Fa3QvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8la7etu5l8I/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwOo7Fa3QvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8la7etu5l8I/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117119334643614450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwOoz1a3QuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/m-kjbibnSHM/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwOoz1a3QuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/m-kjbibnSHM/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117119210089562850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you rent a room in a flat, you do not know what kind of owner is it. If you discover that the owner is bad.... you have to move again. Without the contract, the owner or tenant will suffer... People are good at making money by renting out the flat...but try to care a little bit for the people, not when the tenant pay the money, the owner doesn't care about the promise they made....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-8698858007641437607?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/8698858007641437607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=8698858007641437607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8698858007641437607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8698858007641437607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/10-floor-blk-319-amk.html' title='10 floor blk 319 AMK'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwOo7Fa3QvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8la7etu5l8I/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-7317670647595540400</id><published>2007-10-01T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T09:13:47.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another lady vomit in the MRT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwEbe1a3QtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0LoFn9OvHNo/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwEbe1a3QtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0LoFn9OvHNo/s320/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116400868219372242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh my god... today i have seen 2 lady vomit... wonder if it is the same person... The lady vomit in the MRT station... not the train.... luckily.... hmm.... Anyway, hopefully not food poisoning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-7317670647595540400?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/7317670647595540400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=7317670647595540400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7317670647595540400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7317670647595540400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-lady-vomit-in-mrt.html' title='Another lady vomit in the MRT'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwEbe1a3QtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0LoFn9OvHNo/s72-c/DSC00036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-3812491905200211865</id><published>2007-10-01T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T02:28:19.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at work....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwC7Xla3QsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gv9ToqI1yl4/s1600-h/Red+door+of+chinatown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwC7Xla3QsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gv9ToqI1yl4/s320/Red+door+of+chinatown.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116295190549054146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I went on the bus. Seems like any other day, crowd with people around. Suddenly somebody vomited!! I am only standing next to her... I didn't even notice until the vomit is out. Luckily, I didn't kana. Well... This guy who she had vomited is quite good, he didn't get angry and helped her to take the tissue. This guy is very suay... His shirt got some and his pants got quite a lot. It will be definitely be smelly when he got to work. Of course the lady will have even more ...It was on her blouse and the bag she carried also got some... The lady sitting beside her also help her and everyone nearby gave lots of tissues to her. Well... there are nice people around sometimes... But of course nobody dares to sit on the vomit seat liao. So the seat is empty and smelly... The bus driver had trouble cleaning ... haiz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-3812491905200211865?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/3812491905200211865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=3812491905200211865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3812491905200211865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3812491905200211865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-at-work.html' title='A day at work....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RwC7Xla3QsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gv9ToqI1yl4/s72-c/Red+door+of+chinatown.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-9172098184823607599</id><published>2007-09-30T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T06:55:42.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for something new....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rv-qPla3QqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WvGUo4XeqWE/s1600-h/suntac+old+car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rv-qPla3QqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WvGUo4XeqWE/s320/suntac+old+car.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115994886435717794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... I wonder if i am making the right choice... Just hope that it can be something that worth the hardwork... Hmmmm..... New direction here I come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-9172098184823607599?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/9172098184823607599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=9172098184823607599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/9172098184823607599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/9172098184823607599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-for-something-new.html' title='Time for something new....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rv-qPla3QqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WvGUo4XeqWE/s72-c/suntac+old+car.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-8775778421290237654</id><published>2007-09-28T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T07:54:46.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sadako Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rv0Vrla3QpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BIqSeK8zqgs/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rv0Vrla3QpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BIqSeK8zqgs/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115268590286094994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper crane has become an international symbol of peace in recent years as a result of it's connection to the story of a young Japanese girl named Sadako Sasaki born in 1943. Sadako was two years old when the atom bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, Japan on August 6, 1945. As she grew up, Sadako was a strong, courageous and athletic girl. In 1955, at age 11, while practicing for a big race, she became dizzy and fell to the ground. Sadako was diagnosed with Leukemia, "the atom bomb" disease.&lt;br /&gt;Sadako's best friend told her of an old Japanese legend which said that anyone who folds a thousand paper cranes would be granted a wish. Sadako hoped that the gods would grant her a wish to get well so that she could run again. She started to work on the paper cranes and completed over 1000 before dying on October 25, 1955 at the age of twelve. &lt;br /&gt; The point is that she never gave up. She continued to make paper cranes until she died.&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by her courage and strength, Sadako's friends and classmates put together a book of her letters and published it. They began to dream of building a monument to Sadako and all of the children killed by the atom bomb. Young people all over Japan helped collect money for the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1958, a statue of Sadako holding a golden crane was unveiled in Hiroshima Peace Park. The children also made a wish which is inscribed at the bottom of the statue and reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is our cry, This is our prayer, Peace in the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, people all over the world fold paper cranes and send them to Sadako's monument in Hiroshima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-8775778421290237654?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/8775778421290237654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=8775778421290237654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8775778421290237654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8775778421290237654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/sadako-story.html' title='The Sadako Story'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rv0Vrla3QpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BIqSeK8zqgs/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-353635827216469113</id><published>2007-09-25T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:48:06.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvkfXla3QoI/AAAAAAAAAII/-lUzXWcKpuo/s1600-h/GV.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvkfXla3QoI/AAAAAAAAAII/-lUzXWcKpuo/s320/GV.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114153341898146434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The environment will keep changing whether you want it or not .... even human are changing.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-353635827216469113?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/353635827216469113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=353635827216469113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/353635827216469113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/353635827216469113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/gv.html' title='GV'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvkfXla3QoI/AAAAAAAAAII/-lUzXWcKpuo/s72-c/GV.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-7652926962992117024</id><published>2007-09-24T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T07:02:46.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old man on the Bus.... who talks and cough loudly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rve_JCCTO1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/1HM7bIfGlMg/s1600-h/old+man+getting+attention.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rve_JCCTO1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/1HM7bIfGlMg/s320/old+man+getting+attention.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113766063788735314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old man is a bit weird.... When I got on the bus, I saw him put his hand on the front seat handle... hmm.... I m lazy to seat at the back, so i sit in front of him... A few minutes later...... I heard a voice...... ah hum hum.....(loudly).. A few fake cough and a few real ones... when his throat is tired.... a few mins later .... again.... Then..... He said... AMK, ah hum hum..... few mins later.... Ys.... Ah humm humm...... and keep repeating during the journey....&lt;br /&gt;Then got few people came up and he tell them... come come sit here..... hmm.... Maybe he is just being lonely.... poor guy.... hmm.... anyway... i sit away from him when i can... since the journey haven't reached....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-7652926962992117024?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/7652926962992117024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=7652926962992117024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7652926962992117024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7652926962992117024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/old-man-on-bus-who-talks-and-cough.html' title='Old man on the Bus.... who talks and cough loudly...'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rve_JCCTO1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/1HM7bIfGlMg/s72-c/old+man+getting+attention.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-7990513008136912928</id><published>2007-09-23T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:26:47.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's magic show at AMK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvaFXSCTO0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/1RO40cWr_Z4/s1600-h/kids+magic+show.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvaFXSCTO0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/1RO40cWr_Z4/s320/kids+magic+show.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113421061950749506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... had saw a magic show under the hot sun.... this guy is acting like a clown and entertaining the kids... Well.... he did succeed in making the children happy with his tricks.... Interesting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-7990513008136912928?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/7990513008136912928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=7990513008136912928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7990513008136912928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7990513008136912928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/kids-magic-show-at-amk.html' title='Kid&apos;s magic show at AMK'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvaFXSCTO0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/1RO40cWr_Z4/s72-c/kids+magic+show.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-8163739563312890157</id><published>2007-09-23T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:20:48.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lantern Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvaD2iCTOzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/drkkkbGMIk0/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvaD2iCTOzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/drkkkbGMIk0/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113419399798405938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvaDxiCTOyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/V9ObSm8cDEQ/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvaDxiCTOyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/V9ObSm8cDEQ/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113419313899060002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-8163739563312890157?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/8163739563312890157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=8163739563312890157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8163739563312890157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8163739563312890157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/lantern-festival.html' title='Lantern Festival'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvaD2iCTOzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/drkkkbGMIk0/s72-c/DSC00021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-8597029938402312078</id><published>2007-09-23T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:13:58.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman's truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvaCrCCTOxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WEetdQDpGrU/s1600-h/batman%27s+trucks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvaCrCCTOxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WEetdQDpGrU/s320/batman%27s+trucks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113418102718282514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-8597029938402312078?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/8597029938402312078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=8597029938402312078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8597029938402312078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8597029938402312078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/batmans-truck.html' title='Batman&apos;s truck'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvaCrCCTOxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WEetdQDpGrU/s72-c/batman%27s+trucks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-834348760450800265</id><published>2007-09-20T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T06:17:37.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old man teach Ang Mo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvJyniPg_6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/v_wzw13CbB0/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvJyniPg_6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/v_wzw13CbB0/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112274550551281570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvJyfCPg_5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/i8NpUOh3mvc/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvJyfCPg_5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/i8NpUOh3mvc/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112274404522393490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvJyWyPg_4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/-I4_NQJd_a0/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvJyWyPg_4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/-I4_NQJd_a0/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112274262788472706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-834348760450800265?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/834348760450800265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=834348760450800265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/834348760450800265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/834348760450800265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/old-man-teach-ang-mo.html' title='Old man teach Ang Mo...'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvJyniPg_6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/v_wzw13CbB0/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-2846606770788579438</id><published>2007-09-20T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T06:01:29.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old man perform dancing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvJvDSPg_3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/6WVRfW6Nnp8/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvJvDSPg_3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/6WVRfW6Nnp8/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112270629246140274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvJuwyPg_2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/NOeTqA_2RYM/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvJuwyPg_2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/NOeTqA_2RYM/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112270311418560354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-2846606770788579438?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/2846606770788579438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=2846606770788579438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/2846606770788579438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/2846606770788579438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/old-man-perform-dancing.html' title='Old man perform dancing....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvJvDSPg_3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/6WVRfW6Nnp8/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-4004716689365867198</id><published>2007-09-19T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T08:53:34.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion and Cheetah dream....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvFFdyPg_1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/gwvqKc9ORQs/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvFFdyPg_1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/gwvqKc9ORQs/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111943430047596370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvFFWiPg_0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/GRMCh58u6cQ/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvFFWiPg_0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/GRMCh58u6cQ/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111943305493544770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I had never had such a dream before.... At first I am shopping in some shopping mall. There is a lot of nice things that I wanted to buy. Then suddenly, I felt like I am at the ground floor. I saw a Lion walking slowly across the road outside the mall. There was a Cheetah near to me... but seem harmless as it it still and do not make a move. I pick up the Cheetah like a toy and keep with me. I felt like I am either on a bed and take something to cover and enable me to hide from the Lion. It saw me and roar and jump onto me... I felt one of its tooth hit my shoulder.... Then I wake up....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-4004716689365867198?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/4004716689365867198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=4004716689365867198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4004716689365867198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4004716689365867198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/lion-and-cheetah-dream.html' title='Lion and Cheetah dream....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RvFFdyPg_1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/gwvqKc9ORQs/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-7147672697235782231</id><published>2007-09-18T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:08:19.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet dogs waiting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru_pyXAmdMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LyEhBV4zDEo/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru_pyXAmdMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LyEhBV4zDEo/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111561153468069058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-7147672697235782231?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/7147672697235782231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=7147672697235782231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7147672697235782231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7147672697235782231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/pet-dogs-waiting.html' title='Pet dogs waiting....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru_pyXAmdMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LyEhBV4zDEo/s72-c/DSC00016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-7405509063003292960</id><published>2007-09-17T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:20:01.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese orchestra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru9CXnAmdLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pnLyiU5NTLM/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru9CXnAmdLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pnLyiU5NTLM/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111377075464729778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These instrument seems to be nice to hear if only it is a single instrument... But when it is played in a group. It is fantastic! They had played an old song... erm... I think it is from the Hong Kong Drama "Qian wang zhi wang."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-7405509063003292960?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/7405509063003292960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=7405509063003292960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7405509063003292960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7405509063003292960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/chinese-orchestra.html' title='Chinese orchestra'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru9CXnAmdLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pnLyiU5NTLM/s72-c/DSC00002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-3443834173557891781</id><published>2007-09-16T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:51:37.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music band performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru1Q_XAmdKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LV-DspwuJ5Y/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru1Q_XAmdKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LV-DspwuJ5Y/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110830201573897378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-3443834173557891781?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/3443834173557891781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=3443834173557891781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3443834173557891781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3443834173557891781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/music-band-performance.html' title='Music band performance'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru1Q_XAmdKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LV-DspwuJ5Y/s72-c/DSC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-4558405731970371307</id><published>2007-09-16T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:47:05.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru1PY3AmdJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QcPc87Iqz7c/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru1PY3AmdJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QcPc87Iqz7c/s320/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110828440637306002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru1PR3AmdII/AAAAAAAAAGA/Znq7BCIL1uk/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru1PR3AmdII/AAAAAAAAAGA/Znq7BCIL1uk/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110828320378221698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... these people are creating their own music and some kind of dance fighting. I think it is some kind of Brazilian art... They are trying to spread the news around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-4558405731970371307?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/4558405731970371307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=4558405731970371307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4558405731970371307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4558405731970371307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/art-of-fighting.html' title='Art of fighting'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru1PY3AmdJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QcPc87Iqz7c/s72-c/DSC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-7197327693262697796</id><published>2007-09-16T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:37:35.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Style bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru1NHXAmdHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/yWNN294WdSE/s1600-h/bags.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru1NHXAmdHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/yWNN294WdSE/s320/bags.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110825940966339698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people has lined up, it seems that there is some new stuff. People are taking a look or buying. Seems like some bags with different shapes and designs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-7197327693262697796?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/7197327693262697796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=7197327693262697796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7197327693262697796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7197327693262697796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/style-bag.html' title='Style bag'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ru1NHXAmdHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/yWNN294WdSE/s72-c/bags.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-5700254195701726746</id><published>2007-09-14T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:07:44.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blk 683</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ruq_mnAmdFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wooQyXtAXqE/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ruq_mnAmdFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wooQyXtAXqE/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110107397232686162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite sad that things just happened.... They could stay alive if they did not went back to get their things in the fire... 2 person being burned to death....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-5700254195701726746?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/5700254195701726746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=5700254195701726746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/5700254195701726746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/5700254195701726746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/blk-683.html' title='Blk 683'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ruq_mnAmdFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wooQyXtAXqE/s72-c/DSC00013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-8091333505624108791</id><published>2007-09-12T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:26:57.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RugBK3AmdEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/K7iUpdaq9UQ/s1600-h/weird+man2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RugBK3AmdEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/K7iUpdaq9UQ/s320/weird+man2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109335063328617538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! My GOD! Earthquake again!! This time seems to be more serious than the previous one...! Hmm... Wonder if it is some kind of sign.... Lucky that our country has no real damage from earthquake so far... At first I thought I am having some kind of headache... but it feel weird... as if the whole house is shaking! Well... looking at the door and discover that it is shaking by itself.... hmm.... If I am in some other country like Indonesia... I think I will be scared to death.... Here is a web that report about the earthquake... http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2007-09/12/content_6712768.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-8091333505624108791?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/8091333505624108791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=8091333505624108791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8091333505624108791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8091333505624108791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/earthquake.html' title='Earthquake!!'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RugBK3AmdEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/K7iUpdaq9UQ/s72-c/weird+man2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-4848753204091750361</id><published>2007-09-11T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T09:52:22.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RubHdmlh-CI/AAAAAAAAAFY/s-F0dnfhNzU/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RubHdmlh-CI/AAAAAAAAAFY/s-F0dnfhNzU/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108990138686502946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pass by and saw a singing competition....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-4848753204091750361?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/4848753204091750361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=4848753204091750361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4848753204091750361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4848753204091750361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/singing-competition.html' title='Singing competition'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RubHdmlh-CI/AAAAAAAAAFY/s-F0dnfhNzU/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-6308058531015509754</id><published>2007-09-11T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T08:10:38.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light bulb (optical illusion)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ruava2lh-BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/81Q21a_LOG8/s1600-h/light1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ruava2lh-BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/81Q21a_LOG8/s320/light1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108963703162796050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at the light bulb for a few seconds, and look at the white screen you will see the light turn on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-6308058531015509754?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/6308058531015509754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=6308058531015509754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6308058531015509754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6308058531015509754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-you-look-at-light-bulb-for-few.html' title='Light bulb (optical illusion)'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Ruava2lh-BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/81Q21a_LOG8/s72-c/light1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-4408115395158677890</id><published>2007-09-10T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:02:46.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus with weird seats...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RuY8ymlh-AI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0TJg0OqK1Do/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RuY8ymlh-AI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0TJg0OqK1Do/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108837667347494914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RuY8nWlh9_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/nJttHFKuwNA/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RuY8nWlh9_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/nJttHFKuwNA/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108837474073966578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I had boarded a bus which looks like the ads on the TV. Some sort of beer ads... Hmm... the seats all are like sofa... And had 2 such seats which come with a table... a bit like a pub... i had try on the seats... unless you are eating or drinking... it is a bad seat... with no support on your back... might fall off if you are not careful... hmm... maybe next time there is such a service in the bus with food and drink and table.... etc... haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-4408115395158677890?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/4408115395158677890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=4408115395158677890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4408115395158677890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4408115395158677890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/bus-with-weird-seats.html' title='Bus with weird seats...'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RuY8ymlh-AI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0TJg0OqK1Do/s72-c/DSC00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-3233933298713493114</id><published>2007-09-09T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:24:16.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Care bear....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RuS96mlh9-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ilpmpAv0pMo/s1600-h/Bear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RuS96mlh9-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ilpmpAv0pMo/s320/Bear.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108416691833010146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm.... the rainy season seems to be starting...The weather is cool! It makes pp feel sleepy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The other side of suffering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ikeuchi Aya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels pain &lt;br /&gt;But surely, after suffering satisfaction will arrive&lt;br /&gt;Even with sports, studying or other ordeals&lt;br /&gt;With life, it’s like that for everyone&lt;br /&gt;If we can beat the pain, on the other side&lt;br /&gt;a rainbow of happiness awaits us &lt;br /&gt;That will definitely become a treasure&lt;br /&gt;Let’s believe in that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-3233933298713493114?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/3233933298713493114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=3233933298713493114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3233933298713493114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3233933298713493114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/care-bear.html' title='Care bear....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RuS96mlh9-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ilpmpAv0pMo/s72-c/Bear.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-8836741397047726120</id><published>2007-09-07T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T07:31:19.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look out cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RuFfNmlh99I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZPd5hHrHoBc/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RuFfNmlh99I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZPd5hHrHoBc/s320/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107468139715753938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently while i m crossing the traffic lights, there was a guy who walked once the light just turn green... He is looking down on the road without noticing that a car is driving fast trying to beat the red light! I wanted to shout but voice just don't came out of my mouth. Anyway Lucky for the guy the car passes by almost knocking into him in few steps. If he is faster a bit, i think i will be a witness to a car accident... Don't think that traffic light is safe.... Beware... Drivers are human and make mistake... Once i m trying to get across to a cross junction, there is a bend and zebra crossing, i walk there notice a car came without looking for pedestrian and drive fast to the main road. I m lucky to look out for the car... if i dash across, i be now in hospital... I saw the face of the driver... it is a woman... and she is looking at the oncoming cars and not on the front of the road. So if you don't want to be killed for nothing... Look out for cars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-8836741397047726120?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/8836741397047726120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=8836741397047726120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8836741397047726120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8836741397047726120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/look-out-cars.html' title='Look out cars'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RuFfNmlh99I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZPd5hHrHoBc/s72-c/DSC00128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-2313423025828400131</id><published>2007-09-06T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T08:08:23.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A song to the sun(lyrics)</title><content type='html'>Having touched my quivering hands for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I've finally became aware of this warm and gentle feeling&lt;br /&gt;if the tightly shut window were opened, an invigorating breeze would rustle&lt;br /&gt;smiling, crying, and meeting you by chance&lt;br /&gt;the world I could see was radiant&lt;br /&gt;under the sunflower swaying sun&lt;br /&gt;having felt the breeze, every day...&lt;br /&gt;beliefs, hesitation, and standing still&lt;br /&gt;me, living here in this moment, might be the answer to all of them&lt;br /&gt;just like continuous changing colors of the monochromatic everyday&lt;br /&gt;smiling, crying, and meeting you by chance&lt;br /&gt;the unbroken future had sparkled&lt;br /&gt;under the sunflower swaying sun&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing of tomorrow, as I have been...&lt;br /&gt;even the days that never end&lt;br /&gt;even the time that never stops&lt;br /&gt;how much can we love?&lt;br /&gt;we can love, can't we?&lt;br /&gt;if you are here, even the two of us...&lt;br /&gt;don't turn away...&lt;br /&gt;smiling, crying, and meeting you by chance&lt;br /&gt;the unbroken future had sparkled&lt;br /&gt;under the sunflower swaying sun&lt;br /&gt;as I have been, of tomorrow (I'll sing)...&lt;br /&gt;even now, I want to tell you "Thank you"&lt;br /&gt;even the summer that has since past, I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;under the sunflower swaying sun&lt;br /&gt;in my song, you'll shine...&lt;br /&gt;as I have been...&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you...&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-2313423025828400131?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/2313423025828400131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=2313423025828400131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/2313423025828400131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/2313423025828400131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/song-to-sunlyrics.html' title='A song to the sun(lyrics)'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-3839947223327739413</id><published>2007-09-04T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:56:59.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A song to the sun (TaiyounoUta)</title><content type='html'>Well... This is another drama by Eriks Sawajiri again... Another girl who is dying of some incurable disease... The movie version of TaiyounoUta is not that good, which is by another actress. The movie is quite slow at the start and end very fast... The drama version is quite good. The start of the show talks about the girl, Kaoru who cannot be expose by sunlight. So she had not been to school like any other kids since young.So she is only able to went out at night. Sound like a vampire... or a female ghost...eee... Well... Guys in the army would prefer to get this kind of excuse to escape the training .... haha... I have heard of guys who excuse sunlight... haha...&lt;br /&gt; So once she is at the hospital and saw a guy who throw a guitar away, so she pick up and keep. Then she saw this guy again. And try to make friend with him. She had wrote her own song and went to sing in the park. When i saw this guy, somehow is a bit like me, useless... Anyway, this guy, Kouji is very good at music and guitar, but he gave up all. He can't even find a good job. Later in the story, this guy is touched by Kaoru who is so strong and having a dream. Kaoru later found out that her left hand is not working and wanted to end her life. But was encourage by Kouji who become her guitar. Later they form a band with a group of guys who is Kouji's friend. They are happy with the band... because all of them are aimless and do not have any dreams. Now that they found a dream to follow. They formed a group known as the moon child. And enter a band competition. It had touched lots of people and the Music production guy had touched by her and wanted to be her producer. At last she agree... but at this time her illness had worsen, if she did not take the operation, she may die. If she take it, she will lost her singing ability. Choice between dreams and life? She choose dreams... After her practice of 1 month, when they want to perform, she had died of illness. It is quite sad as it is not able to perform for the last time. But later her album was still release which taken from the recording session. If i am the writer, i m sure to give her the last performance before she died...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-3839947223327739413?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/3839947223327739413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=3839947223327739413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3839947223327739413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/3839947223327739413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/song-to-sun-taiyounouta.html' title='A song to the sun (TaiyounoUta)'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-5098042302872003297</id><published>2007-09-03T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:41:59.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy artist guy and gal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rtw372lh97I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Sr6UXJSwnCw/s1600-h/guy+and+gal+artist3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rtw372lh97I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Sr6UXJSwnCw/s320/guy+and+gal+artist3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106017578936039346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 artist were standing on the streets... Well... the guy is talking happily to the girl beside him... My friend asked, is that a girl? Anyway, the girl did not put on the gray thing... It is a kind of art show, they must not move and only when people give them money then they will bow and thanks them... So I think they are having a break... So they are chatting happily... for a while ... then they begin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-5098042302872003297?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/5098042302872003297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=5098042302872003297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/5098042302872003297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/5098042302872003297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-artist-guy-and-gal.html' title='Happy artist guy and gal...'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rtw372lh97I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Sr6UXJSwnCw/s72-c/guy+and+gal+artist3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-34631659840078351</id><published>2007-09-02T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T07:29:54.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The shining stars 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtrFn2lh95I/AAAAAAAAAEM/5rGvNte-UoY/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtrFn2lh95I/AAAAAAAAAEM/5rGvNte-UoY/s320/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105610416036378514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I just happened to pass by and saw the actress so I took a picture of it. This weekend had went to the comex, it is really crowded, but not as much. Maybe that time people had went home. It is really interesting that they seems like fighting with each other to get customer to buy their stuff. It is really good bargain to buy at this fair. There is also lots of hot girls around for the promo. I think they really trying their best to get their stuff sold.&lt;br /&gt; Then today, had went for a movie, Evan Almighty, its a comedy and some kind of a God movie. Not bad. can watch. One of the quote he said is good to learn... It is something like that... "God give you courage by giving you the opportunity to learn about courage."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-34631659840078351?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/34631659840078351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=34631659840078351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/34631659840078351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/34631659840078351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/shining-stars-2.html' title='The shining stars 2'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtrFn2lh95I/AAAAAAAAAEM/5rGvNte-UoY/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-477892807763701203</id><published>2007-09-02T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T07:13:53.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The shining stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtrFAGlh94I/AAAAAAAAAEE/9GS690Gzk6A/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtrFAGlh94I/AAAAAAAAAEE/9GS690Gzk6A/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105609733136578434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtrEomlh93I/AAAAAAAAAD8/IyrlnNPCMI0/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtrEomlh93I/AAAAAAAAAD8/IyrlnNPCMI0/s320/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105609329409652594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-477892807763701203?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/477892807763701203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=477892807763701203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/477892807763701203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/477892807763701203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/09/shining-stars.html' title='The shining stars'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtrFAGlh94I/AAAAAAAAAEE/9GS690Gzk6A/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-5053932591053636522</id><published>2007-08-28T06:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T06:05:10.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Litre of Tears Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtQcnWlh91I/AAAAAAAAADo/iOdgHDTHxA4/s1600-h/1_litre_of_tears-aya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtQcnWlh91I/AAAAAAAAADo/iOdgHDTHxA4/s320/1_litre_of_tears-aya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103735740121085778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Lyrics: Osanai Mai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Translation: Jonathan Wu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the opposite coast of sadness&lt;br /&gt;is something called a smile&lt;br /&gt;But before we can go there,&lt;br /&gt;is there something we’re waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to chase our dreams, we can’t have a reason to run away&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got to go, to that far away summer’s day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we find it tomorrow, we can’t sigh&lt;br /&gt;Because like a boat that opposes the stream&lt;br /&gt;we have to walk straight on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a place worn down by sadness&lt;br /&gt;something called a miracle, is waiting&lt;br /&gt;Yet we are still searching&lt;br /&gt;for the sunflower that grows at the end of spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warrior who awaits the morning light&lt;br /&gt;before he can clasp it with red nails, his tears glitter and fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we’ve grown used to loneliness&lt;br /&gt;only relying on the light of the moon&lt;br /&gt;We have to fly away with featherless wing&lt;br /&gt;just go foward, just a little further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the rainclouds break&lt;br /&gt;the wet streets sparkling&lt;br /&gt;Although it brings only darkness&lt;br /&gt;A powerful, powerful light&lt;br /&gt;helps push us to walk on   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The other side of suffering   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ikeuchi Aya   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone feels pain  &lt;br /&gt;But surely, after suffering satisfaction will arrive &lt;br /&gt;Even with sports, studying or other ordeals &lt;br /&gt;With life, it’s like that for everyone &lt;br /&gt;If we can beat the pain, on the other side  a rainbow of happiness awaits us  &lt;br /&gt;That will definitely become a treasure &lt;br /&gt;Let’s believe in that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-5053932591053636522?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/5053932591053636522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=5053932591053636522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/5053932591053636522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/5053932591053636522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/1-litre-of-tears-lyrics.html' title='1 Litre of Tears Lyrics'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtQcnWlh91I/AAAAAAAAADo/iOdgHDTHxA4/s72-c/1_litre_of_tears-aya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-7593493920067979664</id><published>2007-08-26T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T09:46:16.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Conference...</title><content type='html'>Sat I had went to a friend's seminar. It was in the noon. After I met my friends, we walked towards the building. At the traffic light, the funny thing happened. It suddenly rained without warning! We were attacked without warning so we ran across the traffic light and stay at the shelter. Suddenly the rain stopped. It is just like the lei gong (god of thunder) had a sneeze. Well... We went there wet like we are after jogging. This is quite a good talk they had. It also makes me realize that human can be poor but never sick. The hospital bills is like getting a house or expensive car... To be able to survive after the hospital stay and treatment or even operation. It is a bomb! Especially when you are old, now you can see that many old people will not die of old age but usually with a sickness or cancer. It is frightening that you will need help even to go to a toilet when you are old. I had went to the toilet and saw a middle age man trying hard to get his urine out... Then I heard he talked to another man.  He said that, " when you are old, even urine can be a big problem and its hard to get out and is not a good feeling." I had saw a Korean documentary, which shows that it is possible to live up to 100+ with good health for some people which lives near some mountain. The old people there are very healthy and do not look like the old folks in our country. So it is still good to take care when possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-7593493920067979664?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/7593493920067979664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=7593493920067979664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7593493920067979664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7593493920067979664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/singapore-conference.html' title='Singapore Conference...'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-9065020970005522748</id><published>2007-08-26T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T07:59:14.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Litre of Tears photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtGVGGlh90I/AAAAAAAAADg/aDQLEs3t4aA/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtGVGGlh90I/AAAAAAAAADg/aDQLEs3t4aA/s320/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103023784867264322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtGU5Glh9zI/AAAAAAAAADY/AuM5QYYz3_0/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtGU5Glh9zI/AAAAAAAAADY/AuM5QYYz3_0/s320/DSC00045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103023561528964914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-9065020970005522748?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/9065020970005522748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=9065020970005522748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/9065020970005522748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/9065020970005522748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/1-litre-of-tears-photo.html' title='1 Litre of Tears photo'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtGVGGlh90I/AAAAAAAAADg/aDQLEs3t4aA/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-8384391708805672388</id><published>2007-08-26T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T07:55:55.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~1 Litre of tears~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtGT9Wlh9yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_GfprGCGuE0/s1600-h/snapshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RtGT9Wlh9yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_GfprGCGuE0/s320/snapshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103022535031781154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently I had watched a Jap drama, "1 Litre of tears." From the title I know that it is a kind of sad story... The show is acted by pretty and sweet Sawajiri Erika, at first I thought she is Fukada. This is based on true story that touches lots of people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The character Sawajiri Erika acted is Kito Aya who had a disease called Spinocerebellar Degeneration. This disease has no cure in modern medicine. It is some kind of brain and spinal disorder. The sickness will slowly take away the walking ability and all your limbs will start to failed. And slowly you will have even the problem in speech. You can feel and think but cannot speak. And you may even die of choking of food because your throat will also fail to move the food down. Usually it only happens in adults of 50 age and above. But it happened to a teenage girl of 15 years old. Aya got the support of her family and friends. Although she is not from rich family, she has a family of warm and love. She had survived for 10 years. During these 10 years, she had wrote diary of her daily thoughts and feeling. To us writing a diary on a book is a very troublesome thing to do. To her, it is a very difficult task because of her illness. Until she had lost her ability to write, she kept writing to remind herself to be strong and keeping herself alive. After her death, her diary has published and over 18,000,000 copies of her diary have been sold. It inspired lots of people. One of her quotes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;“Just being alive is such a lovely and wonderful thing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It really inspired a lot of people. I really think that if it happens to me, I don’t think I can survive. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had started watching and from the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; episode, I can felt the pain that she has. It really will make your tears drop. It has some part which is quite funny too. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the drama, Aya had went to school and fall in love with a guy, but after he knows that she is ill, he stay away from her. The other guy, Asou who had change into a good person because of her and later they fall in love with each other. Soon she had problem of walking to school, people laugh at her whenever she goes. Her little brother had felt a shame of her because his friends laugh at him. But later her sister Ako, found out and scolded him. Ako said that if she had this sickness, she may not even get out of the house. She sad that Aya is very braved and should felt proud to have such a sister. Later, Aya had to be on wheelchair. It is hard to get to school, so she is force to quit and went to a handicap school. In that school, she continued to write her diary even though she had trouble writing. Her spirit is strong, her family is full of love and care. It kept her fighting spirit strong. In the end she had lost her speech ability, and finally passed away at 25 years old at 1988. After her death, she encourage lots of people who had been ill to continue to live. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some time ago, there was a TV program about a 4 or 5 years old girl who got a brain cancer which is not able to cure. Her parents try to spend every dollar to make her happy by making all her wish come true. Her sister is a bit jealous of her but knows that she is going to die so had no complain. As a child she had travel a lot of places and had her almost every wish come true. It is indeed much happier than any other child. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After I watch the drama, I really think that it is good to be alive and able to move around with ease. I may have some problem but compared to her it is nothing. In the drama, it showed that the average family that Aya had is much happier than Asou even though he had a rich parents he is not happy. It is a very good drama. Must watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" tip="脊髄小脳変性症" href="http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/ataxia/ataxia.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-8384391708805672388?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/8384391708805672388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=8384391708805672388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8384391708805672388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8384391708805672388'/><link rel='alternate' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/5007538969220944705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/5007538969220944705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/full-house-picture.html' title='Full house picture'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rs7k7Wlh9xI/AAAAAAAAADI/W5k2wpakR04/s72-c/full19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-7735544495909791909</id><published>2007-08-24T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T06:53:22.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rs7isGlh9tI/AAAAAAAAACo/CKLyXYUR7pM/s1600-h/top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rs7isGlh9tI/AAAAAAAAACo/CKLyXYUR7pM/s320/top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102264675167499986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently I just watch this “Full House” a Korean drama. It is a comedy show starting from a girl name &lt;span style=""&gt;Han Ji-eun. She owned a big house that her father had build up. Ji-eun write novel on the internet. 2 of her friends had some money problem so they buy a ticket and bluff her that she had a lucky draw and send her to china. They sold her house without telling her. It is also a changing point in Ji-eun life by meeting Young-jae who is a movie star. Later when Ji-eun is back, she found that her house is sold and money had gone. And that movie star had bought her house. As this house is very meaningful for Ji-eun, she had agreed to have contract with Young-jae as a fake married couple. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is very funny as Ji-eun is a very cute and bubbly girl. And Young-jae may seem to be very cool person but is a very childish guy in front of her. Min-heok is a good looking and rich man. He likes Ji-eun as she is cute and always makes him laugh with the silly jokes. &lt;/span&gt;Gang Hye-won had been the third party. &lt;span style=""&gt;Young-jae will be the one around her when she needs someone by the side. But she did not love Young-jae and only when he got married, she started to develop feeling for him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Young-jae likes &lt;/span&gt;Hye-won a lot. So this 4 person is loving each other as the show goes on. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Young-jae is a bit too much as he expect Ji-eun to wait for him at home as a maid and he went out with &lt;/span&gt;Hye-won. And Hye-won still loves &lt;span style=""&gt;Min-heok but make use of Young-jae when she feels sad. So far a few of Korean show are almost like that… having more then 3 person loving each other… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It is funny and sometimes quite touching drama. At first Young-jae and Ji-eun are fake married. Later Ji-eun developed feelings for him, but found out that he had loved another woman. They had called each other names, birdbrain, chicken, etc… They took care of each other when sick. Later Young-jae started to fall in love with Ji-eun. Starting Ji-eun is a maid in the house and had to do all cleaning and cooking for him, as she wanted to get back her house and salary. Later, it turned around. Young-jae had become the maid and was ordered around as cleaning and cooking to be done. When Ji-eun is angry, he will ask her want to have an ice-cream? Well… it has a nice ending…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-7735544495909791909?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/7735544495909791909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=7735544495909791909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7735544495909791909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7735544495909791909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/full-house.html' title='Full House'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rs7isGlh9tI/AAAAAAAAACo/CKLyXYUR7pM/s72-c/top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-4653695876109004264</id><published>2007-08-23T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T08:48:43.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cute!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rs2sI2lh9sI/AAAAAAAAACg/kZM2I6YepDM/s1600-h/EnEn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rs2sI2lh9sI/AAAAAAAAACg/kZM2I6YepDM/s320/EnEn2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101923220972500674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-4653695876109004264?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/4653695876109004264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=4653695876109004264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4653695876109004264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4653695876109004264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/cute.html' title='cute!!'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rs2sI2lh9sI/AAAAAAAAACg/kZM2I6YepDM/s72-c/EnEn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-448932716990628362</id><published>2007-08-20T01:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T09:33:01.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man meditate in shopping centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RslS-mlh9rI/AAAAAAAAACY/FSgw9rMyztM/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RslS-mlh9rI/AAAAAAAAACY/FSgw9rMyztM/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100699288437126834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well... I had went to the R.C. on weekend. I saw a man who is sitting down on the floor and make some chant... and seems like meditation. So i took a snap of it. After a while he get up and walk away. Maybe he is under some kind of pressure or maybe some mental problem. Anyone would like to sit down with his or her slippers aside and start some kind of ritual or meditate? It is blocking the path people are walking, luckily people were few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-448932716990628362?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/448932716990628362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=448932716990628362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/448932716990628362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/448932716990628362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/man-meditate-in-shopping-centre.html' title='Man meditate in shopping centre'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RslS-mlh9rI/AAAAAAAAACY/FSgw9rMyztM/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-6444231752656624636</id><published>2007-08-19T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:06:56.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A guy who ask for marriage on TV</title><content type='html'>I just watch a TV program. It is a Taiwan show. A guy is asking help from the TV stations to ask for marriage to his girlfriend. They are together for 5 years. She had rejected him for a few times. The host and that guy came up with an idea of giving the girl a surprise. So they went there. The host wrapped up the guy in a big present. They knock on the door. The gal open the door and was surprise to see a big box in the door. At first the host blur the gal that she had won some prize. She do not know so after opening the box up. The guy jump up and the gal was surprise. They went into the house. The guy was holding a bunch of flowers and kneel down and ask for marriage. The gal was angry and rejected. She say that the reason was that he is not "man enough".&lt;br /&gt;So the crew of TV station help him out to a special training. Outside there is a obstacle course. Something like the army. This guy is usually do not have training and is very weak. Can't even do a few push-up. So this is a very tough course. The process of training was tough to him. He had almost fainted. But he keeps on trying. The gal went out to see his training and was very touched. After that the real test begins... In few minutes, he had to pass through the obstacles. So in the end, he had pass the course. The gal was touched and eyes were wet with tears. But when he try to ask for the marriage again... She say actually it is not the real reason... haha.... The real reason is ... She wants him to cut off and never contact with the 2 girls which is his god-sisters. It is a tough decision... She was afraid that the girls may affect the marriage... At first he do not agree. Because it is someone which is close to and he would hope at least to be friends.  But in the end, he agree.&lt;br /&gt; He went to this younger god-sister. She was very upset as she is in love with this guy. She used the water to spill on the guy's face. The guy is not angry but keeps on to persuade her. In the end she agree, but was crying already.  So they tape down the  video. Then they went for the elder god-sister. She agreed but felt angry because she think that that lady is too paranoid. So after taking the videos. He inform his girlfriend, and so his girlfriend is waited at another place. They took a bus (which you can see in the sentosa) with banner  saying he  loved her.  When they reached the location. The guy shouted in a speaker saying he had done what she wanted. When he reached,  he showed her the videos.  The younger god-sis  admit that she is in love with this guy. But had to gave up. Then the elder god-sis told her not to be too paranoid. As this guy is her younger brother. So the elder god-sis wish them happy together. After that.... hee hee.... the gal say still got a little more ..... request.....&lt;br /&gt; She had prepared a document.... he must signed and agree to all... That is ..... After marriage, he must give her all the money he earns every month, everything she will take care of... She will never be wrong and always be right. Even if she is wrong, it is this guy's wrong. etc.... Of course there is more .... But I don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;So after he read out, he agreed and sign, so they kissed and hugs. End of mission for the TV crew... And a new beginning for the new couple...&lt;br /&gt;  Love can be a very powerful thing in life. It can motivate a person to change and to do something that he or she may not do it normally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-6444231752656624636?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/6444231752656624636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=6444231752656624636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6444231752656624636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6444231752656624636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/guy-who-ask-for-marriage-on-tv.html' title='A guy who ask for marriage on TV'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-4708705532964721027</id><published>2007-08-19T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T19:14:44.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The old man with a parrot hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rsj1amlh9pI/AAAAAAAAACI/HAr8q98g2zs/s1600-h/weird+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rsj1amlh9pI/AAAAAAAAACI/HAr8q98g2zs/s320/weird+hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100596415380453010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture on the left is an old man who wear a parrot on the hat... Well... this old man, i had seen a few times. Everytime he would wear a hat with some animal on the top of his cap. I remember once he wear a Santa on his hat. There was once, which is interesting. I took bus with him once. That time he wear a hat with..... want to make a guess? A Cock! Em.... i better call it a rooster. Anyway... It is actually nothing wrong if he likes it. But the problem is that he stand at the back door of the bus and block one of the doors! Can you imagine that people trying to get off the bus? only one door way and lots of people... He doesn't bother them. So I manage to took the picture of the c... oh... rooster.... There is a bus stop when another old man was trying to get down. That old man is tough! He push this old man aside! and get down the bus! hahaha... Then this old man is dam angry! He shouted some hokkien at the other old man and get down the bus and chase him! oh... Maybe if that old man didn't get down the bus, this old man would not get down and go after him! Wonder if they got some old man fight? hmm.... Well... At least everyone can get down the bus easily. This old man that old man... oh....&lt;br /&gt;  Actually there is another old lady who is dressed in a weird way. I have seen her wearing some pink all the way... She also wears a hat but without birds on it. She sometimes wears whole red as well... I wonder if they are brothers and sisters or couples.... hee.... hee...&lt;br /&gt;  Maybe they are trying to get some attention from people. Actually old people are quite poor thing... This old man who wears a bird on his hat maybe someone trying to get some attention and maybe wanting to be higher status than people. Because they are old, they do not bother about other people thoughts and do whatever they like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-4708705532964721027?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/4708705532964721027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=4708705532964721027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4708705532964721027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/4708705532964721027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/old-man-with-parrot-hat.html' title='The old man with a parrot hat'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rsj1amlh9pI/AAAAAAAAACI/HAr8q98g2zs/s72-c/weird+hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-7369775421119820267</id><published>2007-08-19T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T07:58:23.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wife who forgot about her husband</title><content type='html'>There is a young newlyweds who are deeply in love and filled with hope for new life together. But the wife had lost her memory, when she look into the photo, she will have some pain. It make her miss the girl in the white gown.&lt;br /&gt;She had an accident and badly injured. Doctors even doubted she would survive. Eventually, her physical abilities are recover. But her memories of the previous 18 months are erased. Include the man she had fallen in love with and had married. Her husband become a stranger to her. So they start to date again. After 3 years, the guy proposed to her again, on the Valentine's day. She accepted...&lt;br /&gt;  Some people will believe that it is some spirit who take over the body after the accident. Usually the older generation of the chinese will believe that evil spirit taken over the body and so will have no memories of the past with the people surrounding. But after the science have proven that the brain is the cause of the memories lost, it is just a normal brain damage which erase part of the memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-7369775421119820267?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/7369775421119820267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=7369775421119820267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7369775421119820267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/7369775421119820267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/wife-who-forgot-about-her-husband.html' title='The wife who forgot about her husband'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-8206427874275590294</id><published>2007-08-19T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T05:05:00.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun 19/aug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rsgusmlh9nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kxLl4M-O-vo/s1600-h/DSC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rsgusmlh9nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kxLl4M-O-vo/s320/DSC.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100377921804170866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there is a some sort of program at the mall, I happened to pass by so took a picture of it. People gather around to watch. Wang and Mo are the host. Well... I m not that interested so just went off. The weather is really good for sleeping and resting at home. Anyway, life is really boring without school or work. Without money, you can only see things but cannot buy... that is sad... Money is the root of all evil, but without money.... you can't be alive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-8206427874275590294?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/8206427874275590294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=8206427874275590294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8206427874275590294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8206427874275590294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/sun-19aug.html' title='Sun 19/aug'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/Rsgusmlh9nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kxLl4M-O-vo/s72-c/DSC.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-9204679433347813436</id><published>2007-08-18T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T01:52:36.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is really good to be healthy and happy. Some people have it, some people abuse it. Whatever you want to do, you need to be healthy to be able to do it. My health condition is not good, so it is difficult to achieve the dreams. What I had recently learned is that. From the age of 21 your brain cells will not grow anymore. When you are at 30 to 40, everything will slowly go down hill... From 50 then on, body will start to slow and getting weaker. Sight will get blur and color will be harder to separate from. Everything will fall apart… Even your height will decrease. It is like getting back to childhood. If your health is bad, you may even forget everything, like a new born baby, but not going to grow again. There is a TV program about health. They say that calcium is very important to human as it can affect the mind and some kind of brain related sickness. There is a study show that Korean has some long life old people. They are living in some mountain side and they are farmers. The researchers said that they are long life maybe because of the work they done. They keep themselves busy even if they are old by working and helping people. So start from now keep yourself busy~!!!! Hahaha… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-9204679433347813436?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/9204679433347813436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=9204679433347813436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/9204679433347813436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/9204679433347813436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/sick.html' title='Sick....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-8003590192179358275</id><published>2007-08-15T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T08:33:27.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The simsons....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RsMcvAvpi5I/AAAAAAAAABo/YZv8bbB6aMU/s1600-h/Simsons.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RsMcvAvpi5I/AAAAAAAAABo/YZv8bbB6aMU/s320/Simsons.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098950797092817810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-8003590192179358275?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/8003590192179358275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=8003590192179358275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8003590192179358275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/8003590192179358275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/simsons.html' title='The simsons....'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RsMcvAvpi5I/AAAAAAAAABo/YZv8bbB6aMU/s72-c/Simsons.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-6656913442610217328</id><published>2007-08-14T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T10:03:27.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush Hour 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RsHgUwvpi4I/AAAAAAAAABg/gFQkx1s72o0/s1600-h/th-rh3_DF09834F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RsHgUwvpi4I/AAAAAAAAABg/gFQkx1s72o0/s320/th-rh3_DF09834F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098602900446874498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i meet up with an old friend to a movie. Since he have free ticket and his girlfriend is having exam. So I got free show! hahaha... Well... The movie is very funny, can laugh from start till end. When a person have stress, the best is to watch a comedy or a sad movie... It will let your emotion flow... So as to release the stress in you. It is better than watching a horror movie and get yourself to be in high tense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-6656913442610217328?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/6656913442610217328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=6656913442610217328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6656913442610217328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6656913442610217328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/rush-hour-3.html' title='Rush Hour 3'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RsHgUwvpi4I/AAAAAAAAABg/gFQkx1s72o0/s72-c/th-rh3_DF09834F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-6911754182882519638</id><published>2007-08-14T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:24:56.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spiderman song</title><content type='html'>"Spider pig spider pig, he is fat, he is pink. Spider pig spider pig, he can't climb, he can't swing." lalala..... lalala....&lt;br /&gt;Oh well tats a song similar from "the Simsons" movie....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-6911754182882519638?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/6911754182882519638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=6911754182882519638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6911754182882519638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/6911754182882519638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/spiderman-song.html' title='spiderman song'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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-5753918467079209759.post-2814224305460578893</id><published>2007-08-09T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T05:31:18.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RrsGjwvpi3I/AAAAAAAAABY/de4K2VQyHEI/s1600-h/NDPH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RrsGjwvpi3I/AAAAAAAAABY/de4K2VQyHEI/s320/NDPH.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096674614749793138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time passes at a infinite speed. Each year of NDP came and gone. When in school, it is always great to have such a holiday every year. Hope every month will have at least one day will be good. Because it is a holiday and a day before will have a half day, almost every year will have to spent time listening to the almost same speech for quite a long time. The songs are quite nice to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;  I remembered last year of this holiday season, a day before the holiday, I am working. As the office is not tat busy yet. They held a party. So we only have to work half a day. The rest of the day are having some games and food. At the evening, I even had a chance to show a small trick in front of the people. Even though it was not a successful one but everybody enjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-2814224305460578893?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/2814224305460578893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=2814224305460578893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/2814224305460578893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/2814224305460578893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/ndp.html' title='NDP'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RrsGjwvpi3I/AAAAAAAAABY/de4K2VQyHEI/s72-c/NDPH.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753918467079209759.post-9002930869423952816</id><published>2007-08-09T03:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T05:03:01.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WWE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RrrqnQvpi2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Tnd3pXoqs_M/s1600-h/jack+pic1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RrrqnQvpi2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Tnd3pXoqs_M/s320/jack+pic1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096643888553757538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... just a picture here... But of cos it is not because of this lady on the right! hee hee... Well this picture is a friend who send to me so I just post it here. What can you see in this picture? This guy is trying to reach his hand out to touch the super star hand like everyone else! Thats all... Bored.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753918467079209759-9002930869423952816?l=leonzsky2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/feeds/9002930869423952816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753918467079209759&amp;postID=9002930869423952816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/9002930869423952816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753918467079209759/posts/default/9002930869423952816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonzsky2.blogspot.com/2007/08/wwe.html' title='WWE'/><author><name>leonsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787371569717634169</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/_8oxdrlTuGyg/RrrqnQvpi2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Tnd3pXoqs_M/s72-c/jack+pic1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
