<?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-37289751</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:32:48.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>storytellin'~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37289751.post-6930086351485786901</id><published>2008-04-24T01:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T02:06:31.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere between now and the last post, I had decided to stop writing in this place. I closed my first online journal to commemorate the accumulated years of fond memories... let's see... since 2003? Sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet, but still everything looked like an attached freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several months later, came this one. I feel it was a turbulent one. In times of insecurity and doubt, words were written, things were said and actions were performed. Somehow, I couldn't relate to it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The eyes were certainly different in seeing things. They were different since the first journal. It also changed in this journal. Perhaps even now. But the mind doesn't forget. Many people may not forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The current issues concerning Tibet and China drew many attention from around the world. Their cause for this issue differs among each other. Dalai Lama plays a big role in-between the struggles. Nontheless, he carries a heavy responsibility around him. I wish Dalai Lama doesn't forget too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something like this rang in my head, "Make peace with yourself, then make peace with others."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's much damage from me already. Jen said, "I bet the sun on the top would cry if it could cry."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, right. All apologies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ccc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/por%20forum/kurenai_dusktrain.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/por%20forum/kurenai_dusktrain.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-6930086351485786901?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/6930086351485786901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=6930086351485786901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/6930086351485786901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/6930086351485786901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-note.html' title='last note'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37289751.post-4425930253692793505</id><published>2007-10-05T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T10:06:58.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>face value</title><content type='html'>a face worthy of his works&lt;br /&gt;the works worthy of his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simultaneously, progressively changing the face and works, his destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-4425930253692793505?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/4425930253692793505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=4425930253692793505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/4425930253692793505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/4425930253692793505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/10/face-value.html' title='face value'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-437719838495652221</id><published>2007-07-27T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:42:30.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daydream with eva</title><content type='html'>Sittin' in front of Eva, she thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well it's a lot reasonable this way. Certainly I don't want to get too attached. I've been there, done that. And I felt it's not the right time for me to indulge in this. Honestly, I didn't want to experience that again after it stopped gradually. The other term for it would be called 'hardcore'. I'll just end up ignoring everythin'. When reality finally slaps me awake, I'll be countin' the days wasted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sips her lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Eva, try this. It tasted funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva overturn the straw and sips it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doesn't it taste this way? Is it just you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well, doesn't matter", she drinks it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recent events made me thought a lot and it needed scientifically proven results to assure me, but I cannot afford it. The injury is still bothering me. It has gotten better few days ago, but I've been feelin' the same since few days ago. It looks more worrisome when it's hangin' just like that. A bowl of blood, or blood-colored substance, *shivers*. It's the drippin' liquid which scared me. Moreover, it felt uncomfortable. Is there something broken in there? I need scien...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, snap out of it!", cries Eva. "Let's go somewhere else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva lock arms with her and pulls her to move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-437719838495652221?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/437719838495652221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=437719838495652221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/437719838495652221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/437719838495652221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/07/daydream-with-eva.html' title='daydream with eva'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-1762295960473916793</id><published>2007-07-06T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:14:37.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indirect... ush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Take 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Esok I takde, you jangan rindu I tau?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok, I tak rindu."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ish, you ni..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"La... you kata tak nak rindu."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Esok I takde, you jangan rindu I tau?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok, I jangan rindu."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eee... jahat betul~"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(frownin')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Habih tu, aku patut kata ape?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cakap 'kalau I miss you, I call you', ok?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Orh."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Esok I takde, you jangan rindu I tau?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I takkan... kalau I rindu, I mesej you okay?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(senyum~~)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eee..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-1762295960473916793?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/1762295960473916793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=1762295960473916793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/1762295960473916793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/1762295960473916793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/07/indirect-ush.html' title='indirect... ush!'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-3368037359694697990</id><published>2007-06-11T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:39:51.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you</title><content type='html'>not necessarily a good guy&lt;br /&gt;but a good guy to you.&lt;br /&gt;not really a bad guy&lt;br /&gt;but a bad guy to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-3368037359694697990?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/3368037359694697990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=3368037359694697990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/3368037359694697990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/3368037359694697990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-you.html' title='for you'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-4949583538805438212</id><published>2007-05-22T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:14:24.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitotsubashi Yurie</title><content type='html'>He asked for name and number. There was a pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How should I give him? More specifically, how is he going to receive it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked for name and number, so he can input it directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those tremblin' hands distinct for a second there, and observation of moments can last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sight of youth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-4949583538805438212?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/4949583538805438212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=4949583538805438212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/4949583538805438212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/4949583538805438212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/05/hitotsubashi-yurie.html' title='Hitotsubashi Yurie'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-2793369095536963897</id><published>2007-05-13T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T11:18:36.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>head and heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;just 'cuz I like you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;words that can be simple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;statement that requires commitment and responsibility&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-2793369095536963897?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/2793369095536963897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=2793369095536963897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/2793369095536963897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/2793369095536963897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/05/head-and-heart.html' title='head and heart'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-2390470332089158219</id><published>2007-05-08T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:15:38.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>telepathy - impossible</title><content type='html'>They said I was telepathic.&lt;br /&gt;Impossible!&lt;br /&gt;They're all based on experience and analysis. It still comes back to guessin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're playin' without lookin'."&lt;br /&gt;"Ya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no answer to this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-2390470332089158219?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/2390470332089158219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=2390470332089158219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/2390470332089158219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/2390470332089158219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/05/telepathy-impossible.html' title='telepathy - impossible'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-9031191620995356110</id><published>2007-04-17T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T15:31:25.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>light and shadows</title><content type='html'>It was said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When there is light, shadows are always formed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is true. Then this is what I have to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...but shadows, it can be eliminated by light."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-9031191620995356110?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/9031191620995356110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=9031191620995356110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/9031191620995356110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/9031191620995356110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/04/light-and-shadows.html' title='light and shadows'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-3763753153104360756</id><published>2007-03-26T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T03:28:20.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"summer" weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/blue_sky/DSC09007a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/blue_sky/DSC09007a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/blue_sky/DSC09014a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/blue_sky/DSC09014a.jpg" 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/37289751-3763753153104360756?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/3763753153104360756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=3763753153104360756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/3763753153104360756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/3763753153104360756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/03/summer-weather.html' title='&quot;summer&quot; weather'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-8083012935768179434</id><published>2007-03-23T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:41:11.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled ~tribute to 16-03-2007~</title><content type='html'>"I don't know everything. Wouldn't say I know more than you. For this purpose, I've been there and here is my view. I'm giving you this as reference. You're receiving this to create your own path."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-8083012935768179434?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/8083012935768179434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=8083012935768179434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/8083012935768179434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/8083012935768179434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/03/untitled-tribute-to-16-03-2007.html' title='untitled ~tribute to 16-03-2007~'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-1792273672118188662</id><published>2007-03-21T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:43:32.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>written goal from hataraki man</title><content type='html'>"I don't think this is where I was supposed to wind up. It kind of hurts, though. I'm kind of frustrated that I couldn't have been part of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was very glad you insisted on continuing to be involved. But after meeting her, I personally asked if I could work with her. Because both you and I were trapped too deeply in my past."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't cry, I'm sorry! I'm not saying this was your fault of anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! It's okay! I'm sorry! I'll keep working my best! I'll work hard, and I'll do the job at hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And then... Someday, I'll be in charge again.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-1792273672118188662?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/1792273672118188662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=1792273672118188662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/1792273672118188662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/1792273672118188662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/03/written-goal.html' title='written goal from hataraki man'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-9186726369931130597</id><published>2007-03-09T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T22:02:43.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wait -tribute to chun (1998 - 2003)-</title><content type='html'>and so the weight of earth was carried forward,&lt;br /&gt;for one piece and one peace.&lt;br /&gt;but even an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;will shake the undisturbed soil.&lt;br /&gt;the land moves,&lt;br /&gt;residents flee.&lt;br /&gt;what was the attraction?&lt;br /&gt;and them comes to cut trees&lt;br /&gt;pour chemicals on rivers.&lt;br /&gt;them comes to make changes,&lt;br /&gt;but trees fall sharp leaves&lt;br /&gt;current shower humans.&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable it is, like mystique tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agendas all over the earth&lt;br /&gt;who knows who?&lt;br /&gt;who knows what?&lt;br /&gt;who knows when?&lt;br /&gt;who knows where...?&lt;br /&gt;...and who knows how?&lt;br /&gt;there's an outsider war&lt;br /&gt;questions were laid, reasons are formed?&lt;br /&gt;for whom this war is fought for?&lt;br /&gt;zero penetration thus only standbys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the earth the weather changes?&lt;br /&gt;or for the weather the earth adapts?&lt;br /&gt;I am beauty, I am the four seasons.&lt;br /&gt;At times the earth brimming, at times the earth trimming.&lt;br /&gt;I am beauty, I am the soil.&lt;br /&gt;At times the weather oh so wonderful, at times the weather oh so fearful.&lt;br /&gt;and so... soudes-ne~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/por%20forum/the_wait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/por%20forum/the_wait.jpg" 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/37289751-9186726369931130597?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/9186726369931130597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=9186726369931130597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/9186726369931130597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/9186726369931130597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/03/wait-tribute-to-chun-1998-2003.html' title='the wait -tribute to chun (1998 - 2003)-'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-209888689157138681</id><published>2007-03-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:07:28.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>think think</title><content type='html'>"ei... give people rape will turn crazy de meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you try let people rape you and see..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey... choi choi~! I rather jump down from building and kill myself if that happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you see..! did you get the notion of what you said just now?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-209888689157138681?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/209888689157138681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=209888689157138681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/209888689157138681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/209888689157138681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/03/think-think.html' title='think think'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-1255538469114714174</id><published>2007-02-23T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:07:36.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>troublesome word</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/por%20forum/sankyu.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-1255538469114714174?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/1255538469114714174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=1255538469114714174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/1255538469114714174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/1255538469114714174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/02/troublesome-word.html' title='troublesome word'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-6280504305343130462</id><published>2007-02-18T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:45:50.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sum (tribute to ateph)</title><content type='html'>Jane toong kui lui jue hai dui min. Yam wai kui hou ngorr, toong Nick jie dit ling sik... ji hau jao siik jor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai jor em seong bak sik bak jue, toong mai dai ga kung ping, Nick giu jor Jane bong kui da lei nguk kei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yau yat marn, Nick fart kok Jane kap duk, ji hao kin dou kap duk hou hoong bou... jau guon jor kui dei cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane kao Nick bong kui, yam wai Jane zhen hai hou seong goi gor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ngo seong jing ming bei kui tai hai hor yi gai, suo yi ngo jau kap duk. Dan hai zhen hai em yong yi hui gai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane kei sat yi ging dak dou yat sin geh hei mong, dan hai hou hor sik, yau si yau dit yeh hor yi leng dou dit hei mong siu sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick dou hao mei dou fong hei Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane yi ging sat hui sang chuen geh hei mong. Fern hai jeong sofa ngoi jor, mol gam gok... kui lou gong jun bei bong kui seong jhem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane shuen jak da hai geang gor dou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hao loi, jau gam lor jor kui thiu meng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kui dei ji gei loh lei geh. Ngo dei mol chor wo. Ngo dei zhi hai jol sang yi, kui dei kap duk hai kui dei geh si."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tei jor sam gor yan geh biu ching, shuet wa, thung mai doong gam, ji hau mern fan Nick soh mern geh yeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kap duk, fan duk yam wai hoong hui. Hung bou kei sat hai kap duk wak jeh jik mok hoong hui?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei mong yan yan marn si siu sum, hou hou jiu gu ji gei. Sui yiu sau, jau yiu shen chut nei jek sau lei bei yan juk jhue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shen nin fai lok... Gong Hei Fatt Choi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/por%20forum/lensin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 470px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/por%20forum/lensin.jpg" 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/37289751-6280504305343130462?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/6280504305343130462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=6280504305343130462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/6280504305343130462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/6280504305343130462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/02/sum-tribute-to-ateph.html' title='sum (tribute to ateph)'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-3615513891584525289</id><published>2007-02-15T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T00:01:30.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14-02-2007 ~tribute to mother tongue~</title><content type='html'>今天... yiuz~&lt;br /&gt;A day of roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;Out of expectation, I managed to sell two cameras during my part time job. Kit was around when I was serving the customer for the first camera. When I started to feel that sale could be closed successfully, I wanted to pass to Kit to do the rest. Had that troublesome feeling to close it myself, but felt even troublesome to ask him. I went ahead and finally closed the sale. Phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine lak... looking around when nothing to do, saw a girl holding a big bouquet of flowers&lt;br /&gt;and the guys overheard her conversation at the phone.&lt;br /&gt;"aHh... hou paiseh ah holding gam big geh flower!" hahaz... mou lik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second camera.&lt;br /&gt;Talking loudly on the phone, the impression on him was kinda doubtful. When the conversation&lt;br /&gt;started, it changed totally: a friendly chap. Ke do... he talked in colorful languages and&lt;br /&gt;tempted me to follow suit. Serving him halfway, he said in a rush, "Chotto matte ah, I'll be&lt;br /&gt;right back soon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back a while later holding a bouquet of flower carefully on one hand and try to operate&lt;br /&gt;the camera on the other hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chun: this camera for gal gal?&lt;br /&gt;customer: no la, here (looks at flower) plus later will have its worth... this camera for my bro.&lt;br /&gt;chun: souka... alrite, thank you ya. Happy Valentine's Day~&lt;br /&gt;customer: em... thank you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still reeling from the two sales completed, came a customer to change battery for her car alarm.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't work after the new one was inserted. I tried to bend it a bit seeing the circuit isn't&lt;br /&gt;touching the battery. And then, "pak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shimatta~~!)... and stunned for a while. Apology arrived after that but then both of us still&lt;br /&gt;couldn't arrive to a solution. I decided to walk out for assistance. Gladly, the shop nearby&lt;br /&gt;could service it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second problem came. The circuit is very small, about 1mm diameter... and they dropped it while trying to place it back. (Shimatta~~~)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No choice but to find it. After looking for few minutes, finally found it. No more mistake this&lt;br /&gt;time and soon after, problem settled. Phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine sighs from Siang.&lt;br /&gt;Siang: aih... this special day do me no good.&lt;br /&gt;Siang: I don't need gal gal. I need $$$.&lt;br /&gt;Siang: no envy at all. i'm happy for these couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine quotes from MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some normal ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/3ko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/3ko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/ahling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/ahling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/andyg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/andyg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/bao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/bao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/honmun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/honmun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 516px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/rabbit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some not so normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/isaac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 730px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/isaac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Too much N.H.K. exposure. A N.E.E.T. ... Hikki.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/kisu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/kisu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/nichi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/nichi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/robi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/robi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/sal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/sal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/weifung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/weifung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nice ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/jenn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 434px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/jenn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/suilun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 497px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/suilun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New product found in Carrefour. Buy one for partner. Happy Valentine's Day~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/14-02-07_2220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/msn_valentine/14-02-07_2220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-3615513891584525289?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/3615513891584525289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=3615513891584525289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/3615513891584525289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/3615513891584525289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/02/14-02-2007.html' title='14-02-2007 ~tribute to mother tongue~'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-2278959086479683713</id><published>2007-02-14T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:30:21.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wakateru!</title><content type='html'>Once, I brought up an issue to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;The she said, "If you don't like it, you wouldn't talk to me about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it taught me to be more observant in situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you start to say something to someone, and he answered, "I know" and nothing more, the common sense would be to not continue saying more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, I've listened to things I know. Hoho... they sure were excited about it. Yoy-sho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-2278959086479683713?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/2278959086479683713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=2278959086479683713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/2278959086479683713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/2278959086479683713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/02/wakateru.html' title='wakateru!'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-5299734135547828662</id><published>2007-02-11T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T12:28:16.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chun no tabi ~tribute to pacman days and Kino's Journey.~</title><content type='html'>...after staying in Klang for 3 days, journey has to continue. Very thankful to the genius family, especially wei wei for their hospitality while letting me stay in their shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07-02-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evening&lt;/em&gt; – I arrived to Klang and disembarked at the house of the Genius Family. Then I followed the son wei wei to Bukit Tinggi, a rapidly developing area. The street was moderately busy. For dinner, we settled at a place with a large projected screen attached on a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice of food by wei wei is peculiar, a bowl of wood noodles mixed with various herbs. I didn't ask what it is. The side dish is a plate of chewy and sticky substances covered by sweet sands. I took a bite and it tasted yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nightfall &lt;/em&gt;– I received news of importance from home. Reaching the house, I borrowed his mobile networker to make contact. It is getting late. Maths lesson should start tomorrow. I spent the next few hours conversing with wei wei, to get to know things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Midnite&lt;/em&gt; – Tiredness overtakes. The bed is prepared. It felt thin and hard when I lay on it, but comfortable still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08-02-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morning&lt;/em&gt; – The body feels slightly discomfort, but rest was adequate. For breakfast, I had a few blocks of flour mixtures and cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson starts. Deciphering the knowledge was difficult but wei wei is very good with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noon&lt;/em&gt; – Getting sleepy. Meal time. Nap. Continue deciphering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evening&lt;/em&gt; – Time passed quite fast. A sleepy day, also during lesson. Evening meal is at the same area as yesterday. A plate of wooden rice with plenty of decorations, it is too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nightfall&lt;/em&gt; – More and more sleepy. Lesson continues. Mind getting weary. Deciphering few more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Midnite&lt;/em&gt; – The same bed. I dropped my weary body on it, and fell asleep soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09-02-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morning&lt;/em&gt; – The third day. Sleep was fulfilling. Lesson continues, soon after breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noon&lt;/em&gt; – Time approaching fast. I have to continue my journey. An advice from wei wei, "is it important not to be intimidated by changes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid the family farewell. I ride on the transporter for destination: Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passengers are filling the seats. An odd fat lady sits beside me. She can’t sit still. She takes out some colorful biscuit-like food. She looks scary gobbling up the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her big arm constantly nudging me. She sits improperly. A scary lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disembarking, I walk towards Central Market, a place many people talking in strange languages go. Trades are aplenty; items they sell are an attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Further down the street is S&amp;M. It had undergone development since the anime age. The old traders are all gone. Existing now are communicators, and it isn't as crowded as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/chun_no_tabi/09-02-07_1659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trudging thru the crowd in Petaling Street, I feel hungry. Waiting to be served my order, an old lady entered. She wants plenty of salted fish. Strange lady, she can consume this large amount of exciting substances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is getting late. I have to find shelter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-5299734135547828662?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/5299734135547828662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=5299734135547828662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/5299734135547828662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/5299734135547828662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/02/chun-no-tabi.html' title='chun no tabi ~tribute to pacman days and Kino&apos;s Journey.~'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-117051563481447392</id><published>2007-02-03T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:19:05.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coincidence... and something small.</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is just around the corner, about half a month from now. This beautiful sight was seen in The Curve. They have prepared it early anticipating the blessed day. Although the flowers aren't real, but the effort to make it made the feel blossomed. There are also sights of couples sitting at the benches in between and enjoying the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/thaipusam_eve_2007/DSC00089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/thaipusam_eve_2007/DSC00089.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That nite, I lost my way. Due to some reasons, I drove further away from my destination. Passing the bridge at one point, we felt something strange. We reached Batu Caves, but the area was jam-packed. Looking at the date, it was Thaipusam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to Batu Caves before, but that was very long ago. I guess I was still not yet 10, maybe younger. I remember being a small kid that time climbing the long stairs and it was very tough for me. I couldn't recall much of that time except few things still very fresh in my mind. I can remember the smell, the cave inside and plenty of birds. Plenty of birds can also mean plenty of droppings from them. The thing still distinct in my memory was how 'lucky' that one of the bird drop her poop just when I reached out my hand. It dropped exactly on my palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't say whether that nite was lucky or unlucky, but we made most of what we had. Some pics G Yuk took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/thaipusam_eve_2007/DSC00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/thaipusam_eve_2007/DSC00090.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/thaipusam_eve_2007/DSC00092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/thaipusam_eve_2007/DSC00092.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the futsal next day, we met an energetic boy who came from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nistelrooy: I wanna play.&lt;br /&gt;chun: Can your height reach here? (measure around nichi's height)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He measured but still far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chun: aww... you can't join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's very persistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chun: You try to dribble past him (points to Nichi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off he chased Nichi dribbling away.&lt;br /&gt;After some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nichi: *pants* ...he got my ball.&lt;br /&gt;chun: ...&lt;br /&gt;       You veli char...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all acted like we promised nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chun: Where's your parents?&lt;br /&gt;nistelrooy: They are playing at the other side.&lt;br /&gt;chun: Why didn't you join them?&lt;br /&gt;nistelrooy: They play very hard. The ball they used is as hard as a coconut.&lt;br /&gt;zen: ...&lt;br /&gt;(laughs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-117051563481447392?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/117051563481447392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=117051563481447392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/117051563481447392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/117051563481447392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/02/coincidence-and-something-small.html' title='coincidence... and something small.'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-117033348549124725</id><published>2007-02-01T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:20:56.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life lessons and decisions</title><content type='html'>After reading ah ling's post (thanks to ds who helped), few thoughts came into surface based on the things I've encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase says "the observer always sees better" and when come to myself, there are things that are unable to think thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing it from the observer point of view, it was true. Before this, Xiong ko gave a different point of view as an observer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, he asked himself as the role of an observer. When he was helping other, is he really capable of doing so... capable of giving advices and doing the right thing?&lt;br /&gt;Or is he just an ignorant who thinks he can make a difference, he questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back of what I had given, I started to think of the actions that I had done.&lt;br /&gt;I asked, "Did I do wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;It isn't... we reach out to people because we care about them. That was as far as I was concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sometimes worried that he might've given wrong advices to me... and he felt he is responsible when he reached out to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part had never crossed my mind. When I said I helped because I care but never look too far ahead, is that "don't care"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He learnt it the hard way. Like the phrase goes, "You give some, you lose some."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him an answer. That answer is an agreement between the observer and the subject. It is an assurance that I understood his goodwill. So there are responsibilities for 2 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself sometimes after making decisions. There is a sense of regret. But then again, I don't know what the other decisions will lead me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 years had given me opportunities to encounter different kinds of relationship matters. There are matters that made me happy, content and even confused at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking positive on what I have now should be kept in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing young people experiencing many aspects in life is something glad to see. Everything that they experienced eventually made them to look at things from different angles from time to time, and that's where growth comes. It will enable them to cope earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger than the masses, I have been there, I am there.&lt;br /&gt;Older than the masses, I am there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that the elder has no confidence on the young even when they are capable.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the young is cocky towards the elder and jugemental of their capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope these words are wrong. Remove all these ill feelings and things will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a friend that I thought that she can always manage and make decisions well. I have never been able to win any arguments against her as I felt her points were valid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an issue recently where I hit her back with my words and she didn't defend herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pitied her on the nite when she was in my car and I overheard her conversation on the phone. A decision she made has affected her emotion and also her work.&lt;br /&gt;She might not read this at all but I hope things have finally settled down for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-117033348549124725?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/117033348549124725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=117033348549124725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/117033348549124725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/117033348549124725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-lessons-and-decisions.html' title='life lessons and decisions'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-116904229635332854</id><published>2007-01-17T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:06:34.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"live earnestly"</title><content type='html'>Every year, there are millions of people leaving this world. Still, there are more babies born compared to people dying. When I see it this way, it is only figures but to those people who have their significant person passed away, it affects them. A classmate of I had just returned to class recently after spending some time in his country as his father had passed away. A few days ago, I received news that a friend of a colleague had passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never imagine how they would feel in their position when something like this happens. I still remember in a movie that I watched, an actor responded by saying something that means like this, "When someone leaves the world, I would like to think it as if they have flew to a faraway place, another country." To think that the deceased ones are those who you just seldom contact, thus you don't hear their voices and feel their presence. I wonder if this is alright, but I would like to treat it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story like "1 litre of tears" isn't uncommon. We have seen stories about cancers and other diseases, which lead to death in the end. Some people who have witness these things will no doubt be emotional at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched movies like these, and they had moved me too. For a moment there, it gave me determination to live a better life. But soon after, such determination will fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanna expect anything when I was gonna start watching "1 litre of tears" as I knew I will eventually felt like how it was before... '3 minutes of determination'. I finished it within 24 hours, although initially I planned to watch it slowly. Based on a true story, it tells about a girl named Aya who had an incurable disease. In the whole story, I witnessed how she coped in life carrying a disease which disabled her greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaz... I don't think I'll wanna embrace the premature determination that it can give, but I wanted some insights. I don't think I should be asking why people sometimes wanted to make their lives or other people's life difficult. What thought drives in their mind, only they can express to people they talk to. For Aya, it is simple for what she wanted, but it was difficult for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a place to stay, a bed to sleep, food to eat to fill stomach, a family that can spend time with, and friends to play with, to talk to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wanted to be done, try with all might. Whether they are achievable or not, there is no complaining. And thankful when people are willing to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requirements like these are quite basic, but it still takes effort to achieve. Not impossible, who knows one day someone will tell you how it's achievable? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/por%20forum/aya_determ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/por%20forum/aya_determ.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-116904229635332854?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/116904229635332854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=116904229635332854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/116904229635332854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/116904229635332854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/01/live-earnestly.html' title='&quot;live earnestly&quot;'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-116762110313694123</id><published>2007-01-01T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T11:11:43.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Autism. Think Cure.</title><content type='html'>"Are you autistic?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you wear this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I bought this, and it's part of a donation too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My son is autistic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a time I was called an autistic boy. That remark made me angry deep inside back then. To be labeled as a boy with a disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is autism actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until now, I have never really read much to understand well about autism. I only have a slight idea of what it is thru an article about a creative boy who was autistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decribed the behavior of his child. The boy was hyper, likes to move around a lot. What makes this boy different is he couldn't response to the person who calls him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's 7 years old now currently. The theraphy has helped they boy improved, but he could only response to his father and experienced doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You gotta be firm to him. There is no use in scolding. Make sure to the kid that he will get 'this' if he does 'this'. You can't be lenient to this kid. His mother was one. She has a soft heart and sympathized easily."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How is he now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, compared to other kids, he's slow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt the urge to hand the wrist band to his son, but didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collecting items that are rare, even precious was always a proud thing. But I'm now more of a believer of sharing or giving are caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have passed my other wrist band to the one it was meant to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I give mine to him now? I have wore it for long, and I want the boy to have the determination to live in a better way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-116762110313694123?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/116762110313694123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=116762110313694123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/116762110313694123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/116762110313694123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2007/01/think-autism-think-cure.html' title='Think Autism. Think Cure.'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37289751.post-116645820100035276</id><published>2006-12-19T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:10:01.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>social observation... a reminder</title><content type='html'>I was always been attracted by issues and problems that I seen and observed in people though I don't think I am close to be a savior who can get rid of all of their misfortunes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started maybe 5 years ago, when I came into 'social education'. Working in a restaurant, it's common to see people coming in and going out whilst in-between we were able to communicate with customers and also observing their personal agenda. That was one. Working for any employer, there are always chances to communicate with people, be it customers, clients, colleagues, superiors, presentation and others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young me has no obligation, no pressure, no responsibilities... just equipped with mind, body and soul to get education. It enabled a calm stature in me to see what other people are doing while I was learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the sight of a family with around 4 to 6 kids with them in the LRT. I was just sitting opposite them, and the father and mother wore a glum look on their faces. And for some time, I kept pondering and wondering what exactly were they thinking. It seemed to me there must be something that was bogging them that made them look so down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also other individuals I had observed all this years. All I had learnt was just 'questions'. I did make assumption for myself, and I do feel I can keep that assumption as an agreeable answer. There were less young people in my observation and many of them were adults. And based on this, the answer gets clearer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, an acquaintance of mine suffered dental pain. I was told that he needed a surgery to remove the bad tooth and it will cost a big sum of money. From his despair look, I pitied him but at the same time I can only digest 'question(s)' for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, there are even things we couldn't really see by just observing. She was a friend of mine and currently she was caught in a triangle relationship. She didn't show any emotion if she didn't approach the subject. She could still do her daily chores without distraction. Even when she told me that she didn’t like the feelings that were creeping into her, she could manage it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the difference I saw finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the one observing, and no one would actually notice me. But time will change many things in this world. I have grown up a bit. Though I still have a lot to learn, I have responsibilities to carry, pressure to tackle and obligation to fulfill now. It was indeed a lot tougher to put yourself into the fray than to see other people in there. Well, one day, everyone will have all these... unless one choose not to... but it's hard to see things like this coming to anyone, unless there's something special in it. Nothing is impossible, but I don't think it is going to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started a relationship with a lovely girl not long ago and I have an education to complete. For me, both require commitment. There are many things happening in and around me that there is lesser time for me to spend observing this world. I always hope for better things and knowing this, I have to work for it. These words are written as a reminder for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming Friday, hopefully with her, I can catch rides on train and see sights. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-116645820100035276?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/116645820100035276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=116645820100035276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/116645820100035276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/116645820100035276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2006/12/social-observation-reminder.html' title='social observation... a reminder'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-116573400465335480</id><published>2006-12-10T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:00:04.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my style?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/midas_touch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-116573400465335480?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/116573400465335480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=116573400465335480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/116573400465335480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/116573400465335480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-style.html' title='my style?'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-116541257483492506</id><published>2006-12-06T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:14:58.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ma lat papan mien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last month, we headed to Kin Kin again for ma lat papan mien since lincy guy was the only one who hasn't tried it. Chun was also eager for a second time ever since he had it once some time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/2006-11-19_papan_mien/papan_mien_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;That's the place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/2006-11-19_papan_mien/papan_mien_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ds and lincy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/2006-11-19_papan_mien/papan_mien_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/2006-11-19_papan_mien/papan_mien_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/2006-11-19_papan_mien/papan_mien_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ahzen... very em song look on his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our chopsticks and stuff were taken without being asked by this family who doesn't seem to be fazed by their actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/2006-11-19_papan_mien/papan_mien_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's the way to prepare before being consumed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/2006-11-19_papan_mien/papan_mien_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v444/atone/2006-11-19_papan_mien/papan_mien_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The family who operated this restaurant had a bit of history behind them... and it's usually nice to tell it to people who first timed this place to pass the waiting time, as it can be pretty long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be a battle to eat even a bowl of this papan mien but usually depends how it's prepared and consumed. Chun himself loved to put around 4 spoons of ma lat, mixed it, and then gobbled it up. Chun will ate it up fast to minimize the suffering in his mouth but it's quite unfortunate as the heat will we passed to the stomach... not long after it's gone past the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more papan mien for now... aaa~&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, but not so soon XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-116541257483492506?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/116541257483492506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=116541257483492506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/116541257483492506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/116541257483492506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2006/12/ma-lat-papan-mien.html' title='ma lat papan mien'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-116393899510167926</id><published>2006-11-19T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T02:56:35.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speak less with someone you like</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yamada&lt;/strong&gt;: Say... what do you usually talk about, Mayama?&lt;br /&gt;With Rika-san.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mayama&lt;/strong&gt;: What do we talk about?&lt;br /&gt;We talk about...&lt;br /&gt;Usually something like...&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder if it'll be sunny tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;Or, "Do you think the typhoon will come our way?"&lt;br /&gt;Or, "What model should we choose for our new laptop?"&lt;br /&gt;U-Um...&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I think about it, it seems like we only talk about work and the weather, but...&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't talk that much to begin with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yamada&lt;/strong&gt;: But haven't you been working together for four years already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mayama&lt;/strong&gt;: Y-Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Is it strange?&lt;br /&gt;Is it strange that we don't really talk about anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yamada&lt;/strong&gt;: No, well...&lt;br /&gt;It's not really that strange...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mayama&lt;/strong&gt;: Man...&lt;br /&gt;I'm no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yamada&lt;/strong&gt;: Mayama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yamada&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey, Sensei.&lt;br /&gt;What did you used to talk about with Rika-san?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanamoto&lt;/strong&gt;: Huh, why?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's right.&lt;br /&gt;You've been going to Rika's to help out, right?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;Back when we were students, I was always talking to Rika about the books that I read.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was the only one talking.&lt;br /&gt;Biographies of artists, historical background of an art piece...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and about anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we were alone, Rika would say, "Please tell me about something."&lt;br /&gt;It was hard for me to always have something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did like books, so I was actually happy to have someone to talk about them with.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be in the library every day going through art textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;There was even a time when a professor mistook me as being studious.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm here thanks to things like that though.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, why are you asking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yamada&lt;/strong&gt;: Um, well, whenever I'm alone with Rika-san, things get quiet.&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what I could do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanamoto&lt;/strong&gt;: You don't need to worry.&lt;br /&gt;The more she gets used to you, the less she speaks.&lt;br /&gt;When she was with Harada, she almost never spoke.&lt;br /&gt;They got along very well, but they were always just hanging out together.&lt;br /&gt;Rika, you see, speaks less when she's with someone she likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of the time, it's hard not to follow the norm of things. Then again, everyone does have special traits in them that are hardly revealed. The more time is spent with a particular person, the more you will know about her. That is the most basic. Understanding comes later. It's delightful to be able to get a matching of certain traits that look so difficult at times. I do not know if many people would be wishing and hoping like I used to be... to know someone who can share, indulge and fall in love together with something both are interested with. I've had my fair share of joy and disappointment... a big grin to the miracle of joy, look at the bright side and continue the journey for disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were people that have walked into my life which has let me experienced special traits together. Baby has given me the chance of such experience since a year ago. Embarrassingly, I was floored when she talked about this chemistry not long ago&lt;/em&gt; :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-116393899510167926?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/116393899510167926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=116393899510167926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/116393899510167926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/116393899510167926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2006/11/speak-less-with-someone-you-like.html' title='speak less with someone you like'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><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-37289751.post-116359938971218907</id><published>2006-11-15T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T02:58:07.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rj to chun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kzken.blogspot.com/2006/11/rj-questions-are-there.html"&gt;http://kzken.blogspot.com/2006/11/rj-questions-are-there.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of wisdom are aplenty and I've heard no less of it either. But human mind can be so different, sometimes challenging their virtue and even sanity. Rj's words were special because he could put beauty into context of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I wondered why also. I was quite drowned by things that happened recently. I try, try, I try to figure it out but always felt pegged back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good if I was able to listen to the conversation. I did not have the time to ask, and even find a book which might potentially interest me. My dilemma was solved too.&lt;br /&gt;(ps. Apologies to cw for stealin' and modifyin' his lines to suit my thoughts.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37289751-116359938971218907?l=chuchuchun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/feeds/116359938971218907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37289751&amp;postID=116359938971218907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/116359938971218907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37289751/posts/default/116359938971218907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuchuchun.blogspot.com/2006/11/rj-to-chun.html' title='Rj to chun'/><author><name>Otou-san</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
