<?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-4410607256185643904</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:46:22.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-1712627986693326007</id><published>2011-08-26T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T02:29:12.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When was the last time.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd79THr0Luc/TldnTi2E7eI/AAAAAAAAAVM/bQOqpjQCt9s/s1600/business-thinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd79THr0Luc/TldnTi2E7eI/AAAAAAAAAVM/bQOqpjQCt9s/s320/business-thinker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645094243401002466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I lost interest in writing blogs. One of the main reasons is that the hectic schedule eats away so much of my time. You may be asking, "can't you spare even few minutes to update it?" Well, I just can't help, because I'm too lazy to even clean up my trash. I just want to sit there and do nothing, lay in my bed and stare blankly at the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wrote blog? I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am right now, right here sitting in front of my laptop trying to write some stuff. Actually, there were loads of stuff going on in my life, good and bad. But still, I wanna give thanks to God, because I sailed through life's storms, though with great pain and difficulty. It doesn't really matter how bad the situation is, it doesn't matter! Why? Because the Lord is with us. I'm glad because He showed me His wondrous work in my life once again. It humbled me completely. Who can fathom His work? Just as I was about to give up, He appeared and strengthened me, and renewed my faith in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's ponder for a moment. When was the last time God did great and mighty thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-1712627986693326007?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/1712627986693326007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-was-last-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/1712627986693326007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/1712627986693326007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-was-last-time.html' title='When was the last time.....'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd79THr0Luc/TldnTi2E7eI/AAAAAAAAAVM/bQOqpjQCt9s/s72-c/business-thinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-476834151878556528</id><published>2011-05-15T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T09:35:39.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;My eyes were closed when the alarm kept bugging. I reset it again and again, in every ten minutes interval. An evil thought came and was trying to persuade me to be absent from service altogether. I almost gave in. Minutes later, Holy Spirit whispered, "you gotta go church today, God has an important message for you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Lying in my bed in partial disbelief of what the spirit had told me, little did I know that God has something serious to tell me today. I finally obeyed the spirit and forced myself to church, thinking it would be just another plain service. But God meant business. When He says He wanted to tell you some important things, He will reveal to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;First, He spoke directly to the challenging situation I am in now in pursuit of career advancement. "In all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Secondly, the preaching today emphasized a lot in reviving the "defunct" Nilai group. According to pastor, thousands of students are there and the work of revival is "up and running". It's heartstrings tugging when pastor Simon said, "how bout Nilai, jadi? Tak jadi?" He kept asking, what the progress is. I hope so much that time no one would notice or remember I was once from Nilai group. It felt like old wound reopen. Embarrassment filled me, doesn;t matter whose fault. Now the question arises. Who will take charge? I don't know. But one thing I know for sure- I will not be left out in this re-establishing effort which is taking place now. I can sense that something great and mighty will take place soon in this land of Nilai. Be prepared to be swept away by God's wave! Now the pieces of puzzles in my life are slowly coming together to form a complete picture. I now understand why I have this passion and burden for Nilai, for no specific reason, while everyone tries to stay as far away as they possibly could from Nilai. It's not a big town to start with, nor is it a populated and convenient place to live in. Being situated some 70 km away from city centre, it's hardly glamour. But the sole and major gateway to the land of Malaysia by flight has to be done via KLIA. For this reason, this town gains little fame, and there're fraction of airline's communities here. Somehow, I feel comfortable residing here. There're times when I ask myself when I should pack and go back hometown. But every time when I am back home, I have the feeling that that's not the place to Lord leads me to, and I feel uncomfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And oh, the vow! It's a vow that was made when I asked for job in my current company. The vow requires me to serve in Nilai, which I promised God that I would. Years went by with no sign of that vow coming to pass. I witnesses the rise and fall of the ex Nilai group. I thought the fall of it means the end, and my vow won't be valid anymore. No, I shouldn't have thought so, because God remembers that vow, and He's causing Nilai group to rise again, under new leadership. Nothing can bury it if God doesn't desire it to be that way, the seemingly dead group is being brought back to life once again no matter how deep under the earth it's buried. Hey, it's a good news though. God sparks new hope in us, and I'm hopeful that it'd be great success, not just barely surviving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You can't fathom God. I told Him before I wanted to serve more effectively. Now the door is open. I am not sure about you, but I foresee unprecedented favour in future, and I shall serve God like never before, because I want His will to be done, on earth as it's in heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Be ready guys, exciting time ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-476834151878556528?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/476834151878556528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2011/05/two-reasons.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/476834151878556528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/476834151878556528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2011/05/two-reasons.html' title='Two Reasons'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-8401522888202254304</id><published>2011-03-31T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T02:02:41.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed with Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I may be stupid for not cheating. But I don't think that's God's will. You can do anything and everything in life. But if it doesn't please God, there's no point. Honesty is the best policy. So I'm happy and satisfied, though I failed. A lesson learnt, and success is awaiting in near future, this is the affirmation from God. Blessing will come, in due time. I'm proud of myself today, despite some failures.........Cheers !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-8401522888202254304?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/8401522888202254304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2011/03/failed-with-pride.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/8401522888202254304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/8401522888202254304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2011/03/failed-with-pride.html' title='Failed with Pride'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-5121403749285272586</id><published>2011-01-07T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:13:25.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain't smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...... but I'm diligent. A friend of mine said, " I hope to be like you! But I ain't perfect and I'm just an average joe." I said, "I'm quite a slow learner, you're slightly better, if not much better than me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed. I told him, "you know what? It's your effort that counts." I read a book, it says even a snail will reach the altar! Don't you think you're better and faster than a "snail"? Then, what is your excuse today? Lazyness perhaps? Or simply lack of enthusiasm and determination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we can do it. Say to ourself, I can make it through, no matter how difficult thing appears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-5121403749285272586?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/5121403749285272586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-aint-smart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/5121403749285272586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/5121403749285272586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-aint-smart.html' title='I ain&apos;t smart'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-7974636037450484165</id><published>2010-12-28T18:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T19:26:49.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if Christmas......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I stood there motionlessly as the music played. My mind was overwhelmed by the minor setback in life. Then, he went up to stage and said, "friends, you're not alone in this Christmas, many came today with broken heart, hurt and disappointment! But I want you to know this!" He flipped his bible, and declared, "Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing!" Unconsciously, my heart's strings were pulled, and tears raced down my cheeks. I've never thought that he would say such things, not in Christmas especially. It all seemed pre-arranged, and God knew exactly what words could soothe my wounded soul and ease my pain a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if Christmas was not as joyful as you'd expected it to be? What if Christmas was down due to life's circumstances? Through my years on earth, my Christmas was spent with great joy. And it's devastating that someday, in somewhere, your Christmas was no longer a joyous season in your life. The day will come when you'll be put to test, when things doesn't go your way anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, let your will be done. No matter what comes my way, I know that you are in full control. Even though Christmas was hit by some unexpected setbacks, life still goes on, and hope is still alive even in darkness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-7974636037450484165?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/7974636037450484165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-if-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/7974636037450484165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/7974636037450484165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-if-christmas.html' title='What if Christmas......'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-2264706399322309118</id><published>2010-12-09T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:37:06.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/TQGxiEac09I/AAAAAAAAAU4/1EF8fJqGQs0/s1600/DSC01435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/TQGxiEac09I/AAAAAAAAAU4/1EF8fJqGQs0/s320/DSC01435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548911414755513298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know what brought me to SaSa, a place where I refuse to enter because it sells girl's stuff. I guess I had no choice. As I was looking for this particular perfume names AQUA, by CK, I went to Metrojaya and I was shocked to learn the price. It costs RM200 for 50ml. Damn damn damn, I call it &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"daylight robbery"&lt;/span&gt;! AirAsia sells RM157 only for the same size. I thought I could get it cheaper outside than to buy in aircraft, but I was miserably wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then SaSa came across my mind in the midst of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"anger"&lt;/span&gt;. So I went in there without much expectation. But I was consoled and lightened for a while because the same perfume of the same size only costs RM180. Then the sales girl came, as they usually do (one of the reason I hate SaSa), so she introduced me some perfumes which are selling at promotional price. I glanced at them and took no interest. When I was about to turn, she said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"try this"&lt;/span&gt;. She sprayed the perfume on a card and when the first scent of it reached my nose, it's like, damn, what was that, it smelled amazing and it &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"turned me ON"&lt;/span&gt;. This fragrance releases the true male's identity and maturity, and it also brings out  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a sense of elegance, a pinch of trendiness, with some grains of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; freshness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It's definitely a perfume one shouldn't miss, and it's none other than the much talked about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BURBERRY BRIT&lt;/span&gt;. As the names suggests, it's so British that symbolizes elegance and classiness. The Price? It's sold at rock bottom price of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM179&lt;/span&gt;, after 30 percent discount off original price of RM256, and wait, it's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LARGE BOTTLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 100ml !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed it without second thought and about AQUA, forget about it for the time being, you're too expensive to me though you smell good. I'm sorry AQUA, I found new one which you couldn't beat. Maybe next time I would take a look at you again, the day when your shelf price drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-2264706399322309118?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/2264706399322309118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-deal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/2264706399322309118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/2264706399322309118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-deal.html' title='Good deal'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/TQGxiEac09I/AAAAAAAAAU4/1EF8fJqGQs0/s72-c/DSC01435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-2533873258713206529</id><published>2010-12-07T08:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T09:08:02.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time passes by, people change, things change, and perhaps you and me change, too. But one thing remains- the sweet memories that are kept in my heart. This year was a less challenging year in comparison to past few years. The key- learn to let go and look at the bright side. If I told you my life was a bed of roses, you may or may not believe. But I wanna tell you, it's a LIE. There are setbacks and there were times when I just sit there and cry, not because I was weak, but I was feeling depressed and sometimes people accuse you for what you've not done and being unreasonable to you. I'd just grin and bear, but over time, I couldn't take it and tumbled down. And I was happy that after some times, those wounds recovered and I dont hold on to them anymore. After all, what's the point of keeping them in your heart if it's going to ruin your happiness? Most importantly, I learnt to be stronger through each hardship and there're always wonderful lesson to be learnt, that's why I said in the beginning, look things at the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting them aside, there are just too much, so much, and over-flowing blessings and sweet memories to be embraced. I give thanks to God for His abundant blessing. It's almost impossible to tell you one by one, as there're just too many. One of the fondest memories I had was the time I spent in Bali and Perth, with those whom I love the most in my life, dad and mum, and wife to be, Charlotte. It totally went beyond my wildest dream to think I would be able to go abroad with them, especially my parents, because throughout all these years, they fought for  more money in order to give us the best education that we'd ever get and they're having financial difficulties every time. Having vacation overseas is something "out of question" for dad. But I was amazed when he decided to join the trip, of course, thanks to free ticket. The best part of the trip was not how beautiful the place is or the weather, but it's the family ties and bond that strengthen the relationship of one another. I would always remember that trip, and I look forward many more vacations with family in years to come. Ironically, my unkind grandma, was trying to be sarcastic with mum. She said, "well, it must have been fun, to have your honeymoon for the first time since day one of your marriage." Well, naysayer, pure jealousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be more thankful, really. Oh God, how can this be?? He did amazing things which never in my life would I thought possible. I wanna tell you something, something which I leant throughout these years. When life seems miserable and there's no hope, wait on God, wait, not just one or two days. Wait, even if you need to wait few years. God's working slowly, but surely. In His perfect timing, your prayer will be answered to the fullest, or even exceed what you've been asking for. I thought I wasted too much time and I compared my life with others and discovered how sorrowful I was. But God is never too late! And as Pastor Joel wrote in his book, God will make up your lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy reading this little stuff. As Christmas is round corner, I wish you a happy holiday and I shall get back to you with more updates, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-2533873258713206529?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/2533873258713206529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-flies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/2533873258713206529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/2533873258713206529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies......'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-9171825336512817965</id><published>2010-03-31T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T04:15:55.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Easter - An Encounter Redefined</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/S7MujB_RUHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/PJ5-05pMqd4/s1600/easter-eggs-lst035137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/S7MujB_RUHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/PJ5-05pMqd4/s320/easter-eggs-lst035137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454754753039913074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is falling outside my window. It has been gloomy the whole day since early morning. The sun came out a while, but gave way to drizzle and rain in the afternoon. Two thousand and ten years ago today, the life of the son of the man was in threat, because in two more days, He's going to embark to the path of cross, the deadliest punishment ever in mankind history. The gloomy weather resembles the feeling of His heart. I thought of doing devotion last night, but the plan failed because of some unexpected interferences and eventually I slept due to tiredness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It all started when morning had finally broken. The neighbourhood began their daily morning rush, housewife preparing kids to go to school and husband preparing to go to work. I was disturbed by their busyness and so I woke up a while. Before long, I fell asleep and I got up few hours later. I felt an unspeakable peace and joy the moment I woke up. As I turned on my computer, I quickly search for some worship songs to freshen up myself. Holy spirit reminded me of the song our cg sang last week- Amazing Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;As the song started to play, I observed the scene in that video clip. It was about cruxification, resurrection and forgiveness. The scenes moved my heart, and tears rolled down my cheeks. I began to re-evaluate my life. I realised that I am not as keen for His words as I was in the past. Life's busyness has led me astray from Jesus. What'd happened to the promises and vows that I once made unto Him? Where is my faithfulness? What have I done all these months? What'd happened to the "serve-you-for-the-rest-of-my-day" vow? Nothing, I've achieved nothing. "What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;How many times have I overlooked Jesus's sacrifice on the cross? Was it because of getting tired of the same old story, or I really don't care anymore? Today, I know that God wants to remind me once again about His son sacrifice, He wants me to&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;REMEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;each and every sacrifice He had made some 2000 years ago. He wants to have fresh encounter with me, He wants me to seek Him deeper, not just surface knowledge, and as the psalmist wrote, "as the deer panteth for the water so my soul long after thee", in the same way, I should yearn for His words more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Today is the day that the Lord has made! Everything happens for a reason. The visit of holy spirit meant a great deal to me, it reminded me of how my sin and lifestyle have been displeasing God in some way. The importance of Easter cannot be emphasized enough. This is a season in commemoration to His death and live again. It signifies one vitally important thing- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;VICTORY. &lt;/span&gt;Friends, know this and let's cheer for the victory that our saviour had won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-9171825336512817965?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/9171825336512817965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2010/03/early-easter-encounter-redefined.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/9171825336512817965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/9171825336512817965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2010/03/early-easter-encounter-redefined.html' title='Early Easter - An Encounter Redefined'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/S7MujB_RUHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/PJ5-05pMqd4/s72-c/easter-eggs-lst035137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-7269079065706193536</id><published>2010-02-17T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:36:31.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/S5ic1Tf2z9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/iuf8jL4Cb1I/s1600-h/DSC08342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/S5ic1Tf2z9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/iuf8jL4Cb1I/s320/DSC08342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447276188885503954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Manado&lt;/span&gt;- Indonesia. A must visit for nature lover.   &lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The past few months of my life have been very hectic. Of course there are many changes took place, some are yet and some will soon I believe. The primary focus in my life during these period of time has shifted solely to my career. There were many minor setbacks in my career which require extreme "ironing out". I was, and still working on it. It won't be done overnight, but I believe it'll all get better with time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Looking back at my life for the past few months, it wasn't smooth sailing all the way, but with every failure I encountered, I grow wiser and learn new things. The greatest and most "heartening" achievement throughout these months is the success of overcoming the temptation of "giving up". I was so heavily overwhelmed by such negativity, but thank God I found the weapon to fight this battle. All that is required is just a little bit more fighting spirit from your side and keep going, full stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Spiritual downfall is inevitable, considering my working life. I haven't attended any church service for nearly two months. But recently I came back to church, it's good, I mean the feeling was really good, it hasn't changed a bit, still the same old people and environment, but it just feel good, the peace of Lord was upon me. Church has always been a refuge and spiritual clinic for me, when life's afflictions hit me, I go to church and I get healed. I know it's kinda weird, but I was having this thought since young. I always believe that you will get something in church, even if it's just a plain, boring and monotonous service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Health has been a major issue for the past few months. I was battling with sickness, initially sinus, then it got worse and I had severe flu, then high fever, then cough, then sore throat. It did not come in one time, but it came one symptom at a time, meaning to say "one by one" they visit me. I went to see doctor three times in two months. I felt as if I was dealing with "chemo". The flu was so bad that it almost took my life, the running nose was like "open tap" in the washroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Basically the above mentioned points summed up what I've been going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; all these months. And oh, I won't be blogging as often as I did in the past, nowadays are damn busy. But once in a while, I will put my feeling into words just for your reading pleasure. Good-bye until then. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-7269079065706193536?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/7269079065706193536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/7269079065706193536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/7269079065706193536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/S5ic1Tf2z9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/iuf8jL4Cb1I/s72-c/DSC08342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-9199555522573857744</id><published>2010-01-03T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:57:58.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/S0F0VsE9J_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/zkmX-PTahp8/s1600-h/moses.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422743342288807922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/S0F0VsE9J_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/zkmX-PTahp8/s320/moses.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him. (Psalm 34:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Words can never fully expressed his gratitude towards the Lord, who had parted the Red Sea, who had brought me out of the wilderness into the Promised Land, a land flowing with milk and honey, who had given him &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"manna"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when he was still wandering in the desert, so that he may learn to humble himself and fully rely on Him, who had stopped the Jordan River from flowing, so that he may set his foot on the other side of land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But remember the LORD your God, for it is he who gives you the ability to produce wealth, and so confirms his covenant, which he swore to your forefathers, as it is today. (Deu 8:18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;On the sixteenth day in December 2008, he went for the interview in his current company, after jobless for nearly half a year. He knew he was weak and insignificant, but God's power helped him through his weaknesses, and he landed a job in AA. On the seventeeth day in December 2009, exactly one year later, in the same place and the same people, another good news arrived his doorstep, this time, the company decided to give him one month&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bonus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after evaluating his performance. He'd never asked for more, all he want is just "bread and butter", and he doesn't expect much. But God is faithful, He gives him more than what he could imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Traditionally, the month of December is the most profitable month for almost every company in the world. On December 2009, his salary was a&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;whopping "five-figure"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; amount&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;This was due to the completion of his training earlier on which rewarded him another 3 months pay. After the confirmation by the company for the distribution of one month bonus, he's expecting another "five-figure" amount in January's pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He was happy for all the blessing he'd received, and those which are yet to receive. He'll never forget in those days when he cried for financial blessing from Lord, because he was jobless. He had barely enough money to live through each day, and he regarded those money he had as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"manna",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which he gathered them in the morning and take enough quantity for the remaining of the day. Those days seemed long and weary, and his life was like ship without rudder, tossing around heading towards unknown direction. Today, things have certainly changed, dramatically, and you'll be amazed at how God had turned things around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Friends, are you going through difficulties in life? You feel like your situation is &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;impossible"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Are you feeling despair? Take heart my friend, the Lord who had delivered me will surely do the same to you in your hardship, if you'll depend on Him and wait patiently!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-9199555522573857744?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/9199555522573857744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/9199555522573857744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/9199555522573857744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-thanks.html' title='Give Thanks'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/S0F0VsE9J_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/zkmX-PTahp8/s72-c/moses.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-1296636870606724813</id><published>2009-12-17T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:55:40.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Set For Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SyphEWtbhcI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EUm1U0Fn8q8/s1600-h/DSC07839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416248229309941186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SyphEWtbhcI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EUm1U0Fn8q8/s320/DSC07839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SyphDzWqdDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WmuZfWaGhG0/s1600-h/DSC07705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416248219819209778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SyphDzWqdDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WmuZfWaGhG0/s320/DSC07705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SyphDVSh-lI/AAAAAAAAAUA/fIWlLj2eVdA/s1600-h/DSC07709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416248211748813394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SyphDVSh-lI/AAAAAAAAAUA/fIWlLj2eVdA/s320/DSC07709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SyphC9ZowxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/4QRJZ1LOLf8/s1600-h/DSC07835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416248205336167186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SyphC9ZowxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/4QRJZ1LOLf8/s320/DSC07835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Season greetings everyone! Are you ready for the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"imminent"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; arrival of Christmas? Whether you are celebrating for the birth of Christ, or merely celebrate just for the fun of it, Christmas is definitely the most fun-filled and exciting season throughout the whole year. Everyone loves Christmas, I mean, who doesn't? Family members exchange gift, children receive gift, and lovers expect gift. Not only it's a season of excitement, it's also a season of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"love".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well, those who date, be prepared to be overwhelmed by a strong wave of love and warmth. Love is in the air, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only setback in this exciting season is the absence of snow in our beloved country. If you don't know how to appreciate &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"snow"&lt;/span&gt; in xmas season, allow me to paint you a picture. Imagine the sky was gloomy, you were in your winter attire, you put on beanie and glove and you're outside your house playing with the snow, though the entire surrounding was freezing. You threw the snowball around and you slip because you couldn't walk well in the slippery ground filled with snow. You went inside your house to get some warmth, the xmas tree was placed in your living room, with some wrapped gifts lying under the tree, and you sat down in front of the fireplace sipping your hot coffee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;After few months of &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"constraining"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"itchiness"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in shopping, it's time to undo this shackle and get loose. I've decided to stretch my wallet a bit, I've decided not to pay attention to the price tag, though it's bleeding severely. After all, I deserve to be pampered this way, given all the hard work and effort I had put in my career. So I went to do some shopping, and I was overjoyed because the&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;harvest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was great. Then I realised I need a complete &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"makeover"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my hairstyle, nothing wrong with my previous hairstyle, I know, but it's kinda &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;instantaneous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and all of sudden I wanted to cut my hair so badly. So I went to saloon after I've done shopping. I told the stylist I want something&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; "new",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but at the same time not too "new", considering my profession. So I had my hair done. The result? I kinda like it, satisfactory overall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't expect many gifts this year, but I am more than happy to give people presents, especially those who I love. I'd also prepared a lot of expensive gifts for my siblings, for the first time in my life. It's more blessed to give than to receive, right? So guys, I'm all set for xmas, how about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-1296636870606724813?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/1296636870606724813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-set-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/1296636870606724813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/1296636870606724813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-set-for-christmas.html' title='All Set For Christmas'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SyphEWtbhcI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EUm1U0Fn8q8/s72-c/DSC07839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-1516325106289037783</id><published>2009-12-12T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:35:19.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad 'Hair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SyNxb-OnoQI/AAAAAAAAATw/zukeIVNgyrg/s1600-h/hair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414295902404190466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SyNxb-OnoQI/AAAAAAAAATw/zukeIVNgyrg/s320/hair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The clock was ticking, the alarm didn't trigger, and I was dead to the earth. Then a sudden inner rush woke me up and as I open my eye I was shocked to learn that I overslept. Quick as cat, I rushed to the airport and I was around 15 minutes late. As expected, my phone rang just before I reach the airport and I told them I was about to reach. They then told me the captain was waiting for me. There wasn't much time for us, pilot and cabin crew, to linger around, and we all were rushing to ensure that we weren't late. The boarding process (passenger board the aircraft) ran &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;unusually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; smooth, and we managed to depart on time, despite the fact that I was late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The flight took off at 6.45am, heading towards the capital of Vietnam, Hanoi, on a brand new day and brand new morning. Everything and everyone seemed alive in this lively morning especially for those holiday-makers who were travelling abroad. The crew, however, was the exact opposite of those holiday-makers, as this brand new day was kicked off with unexpected and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unforeseen&lt;/span&gt; circumstances due to the fact that I, the second person in command of this aircraft after captain, was late for flight. Knowing that the company will take disciplinary action against me, I was terrified, and yet felt so helpless because it wasn't my intention to be late. Unaware, when the flight settled down at its cruising altitude, the first index finger was about to point on me. The phone inside the cockpit rang, it was the purser (chief cabin crew) on the line, she said she wanted to come in and talk to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"I just wanna know what's happening just now, what was the cause of the late arrival of both&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;of you (me and captain) to the aircraft,"&lt;/span&gt; said the purser in a challenging voice tone. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"We weren't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;late! The schedule departure was 6.30am and we arrived the aircraft at 6.10am! I thought it's pretty usual to arrive at this time, that's what I do everyday. Moreover, we departed on time, so what's the big deal?" said the captain. &lt;/span&gt;For me, the captain was right because we normally reach aircraft 20-30 minutes before schedule departure time, probably slight 5 minutes late today, but it seemed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, no big deal. The purser then added, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"yeah, I know the flight departed on time, but didn't you know that before you reach the refuelling process (putting fuel to aircraft) was running and without either one of you in the aircraft, I couldn't initiate the boarding!"&lt;/span&gt; In an slight angry tone, the captain then reply&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; "so you are blaming us for coming in late? I just don't understand, as far as I'm concerned, we departed on time and so it doesn't matter what time we come in to aircraft". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The atmosphere started to get tensed and uptight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Captain! I know the flight departed on time, but the thing is, I could have started the boarding earlier, and according to the regulation, boarding must be started at least 25 minutes before departure, which in this case, is 6.05am. Yes, I could start the boarding without your permission, but the problem is the aircraft was having refuelling earlier on which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;according&lt;/span&gt; to regulation, one of you (me or captain) must be present in the aircraft. And yet you people show up at 6.10am and so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;boarding&lt;/span&gt; started late, although we managed to complete and depart on time. And now I'm hold responsible for my department, they'll enquire me as to why the boarding started late, despite we were on time. In my report, I need to jot down the timing and reason for the delay of boarding. Can you give me a strong reason why you were late?" &lt;/span&gt;The captain replied, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, you write whatever you want in your report, and I'd write what I want in mine".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Fine!"&lt;/span&gt; she replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The captain still couldn't understand what the purser want and stubbornly he told her that as long as the flight departed on time, everything is fine. Knowing that I was the troublemaker, I quickly admitted it was my fault that caused the late arrival. Surprisingly, the captain didn't see it as an issue. The captain then went to toilet and the purser was standing behind me, she asked" &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Why your captain like that one? Why he want to &lt;em&gt;provoke &lt;/em&gt;me???"&lt;/span&gt; I answered, "&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe he is new and he didn't know what you're asking for. But I know that I was at fault!"&lt;/span&gt;. She kept quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The remaining for the three hours flight was tensed and stressed out for every party involved. There were zero communication between cabin crew and pilot. Apparently, the purser was provoked, so as the captain. We landed at Hanoi safely, and as I stepped out from the cockpit to submit the document to the airport authority, the purser said to me &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"actually, what I want is just a valid reason as to why you guys were late, it could be any reason, and in the past, I have captain who showed up late also, and we discussed and we made up a story, to cover each other and to back each other up, instead of accusing each other." &lt;/span&gt;I soon realised her good intention and was pretty amazed. But she could have persuaded the captain, if she could be more gentle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After the failure of first round discussion, the matter didn't just leave untouched, as we eventually are hold responsible for our respective department. The flight departed from cold and misty Hanoi in early winter morning, resembling each of our heart's feeling. Before long, the second round of discussion took place. The purser seemed to be more polite this time. "&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Captain, if I've done anything wrong, being rude or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;straightforward&lt;/span&gt;, I apologize, and I still respect you as the &lt;em&gt;commander&lt;/em&gt; of this flight. We're working as a team, and we try our best to cover each other. I know Wong (me) was late, I could have just blamed him if I want to. But it will harm his future, and I just want you to give me any reason to cover up this matter". &lt;/span&gt;Captained then added, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"I don't want to blame Wong either". &lt;/span&gt;What an impressive remark! She then took out her report and explained everything to him. In the end, we all agreed to put the blame on immigration clearance at KL due to the fact that it's congested and only one personnel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jaga&lt;/span&gt; the counter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I knew we all were lying, but neither party wanted to be blamed, and I did admit my mistake. But they were helpful enough to save my ass, to cover me up, in order not to ruin my impression and future. Kudos to the captain and purser! Even though the purser has got some attitude problem, at least she has a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;heart of flesh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;She could have just stabbed me at the back, like what she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God...(Roman 8:28). Recently, I came across this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shoutout&lt;/span&gt; from my friend, which says "&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;never a failure, always a lesson".&lt;/span&gt; I know that God wanted me to learn few lessons in today's event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SELF DISCIPLINE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I've always had the bad habit of showing up late, in every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;. Today I learnt a painful lesson of punctuality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;TEAM WORK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; After all, it isn't about who is more superior, it's about the safety of the flight, the atmosphere of working environment, and the spirit of helping one another, to cover and back each other up. Mutual understanding is also important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NORMALITY IS MIRACLE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever asked yourself why your life seem boring and &lt;em&gt;uneventful&lt;/em&gt;? You admire your friend who has a lot of things to do and handle, so many activities, and they have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt; friend, while you're sitting at the corner doing nothing, living a normal life, no friend, no event, and feeling pity for yourself. You feel like everyday is the same, going to work or school, not much changes and you want something interesting. In fact, if you have this sort of thinking, you may be wrong. There are a lot of people longing for a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; life, but they just cannot, you know what I mean. People used to tell me that everyday, as long as you are breathing, it's a miracle from God. I wasn't convinced. But now I know why everyday is a miracle, the moment you go to bed you are expecting a better tomorrow, but you will never know what will happen the next minute. You may be sicked the next morning, overslept, or you'll never get up forever. I couldn't believe I overslept, and yet, it happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Friends, I hope that you have learnt something today. Give thanks in all circumstances, because every breath you breathe, every step you take, and every minute you spend isn't an accident, it's God who &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;enables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you, and watching over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-1516325106289037783?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/1516325106289037783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-hair-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/1516325106289037783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/1516325106289037783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-hair-day.html' title='A Bad &apos;Hair Day'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SyNxb-OnoQI/AAAAAAAAATw/zukeIVNgyrg/s72-c/hair.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-2250379848722641629</id><published>2009-12-06T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T07:41:59.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SxvPMsD7GtI/AAAAAAAAATo/eTxB-Yw3YDQ/s1600-h/DSC07781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412147194108779218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SxvPMsD7GtI/AAAAAAAAATo/eTxB-Yw3YDQ/s320/DSC07781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SxvPL6vJc3I/AAAAAAAAATg/xriKHpWDohQ/s1600-h/DSC07775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412147180868301682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SxvPL6vJc3I/AAAAAAAAATg/xriKHpWDohQ/s320/DSC07775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SxvPLpjWVjI/AAAAAAAAATY/hGmU4eu8ikg/s1600-h/DSC07782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412147176255411762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SxvPLpjWVjI/AAAAAAAAATY/hGmU4eu8ikg/s320/DSC07782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Partial view of Gui Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SxvPLRC_Z4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/nEs0rxb1epg/s1600-h/DSC07777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412147169677240194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SxvPLRC_Z4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/nEs0rxb1epg/s320/DSC07777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            Partial view of Gui Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SxvPK__bf9I/AAAAAAAAATI/X15U1S0RdjE/s1600-h/DSC07768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412147165098901458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SxvPK__bf9I/AAAAAAAAATI/X15U1S0RdjE/s320/DSC07768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The earth revolves around the sun and causes the change of four seasons. One full complete revolution takes 365.25 days. In fact, the earth rotates every day, every minute and every second. The only evidence of its rotation is the changing of day and night. Just as the earth revolves, we human being, too, are revolving. Our life revolves round the surrounding, busy schedule or let say a task too difficult to accomplish. Knowingly or unknowingly, we are revolving, either in a slow pace or fast pace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Looking back the year 2009, there are some achievements as well as some incomplete tasks. It's been a hectic year in my life, and of course there are many ups and downs but I'm always grateful because God has been faithful and delivered me in each and every life's challenges. Before we realize, we have entered the month of December, a month of celebration and holiday for many, unaware that the end is near. Some people expect greater thing to happen in new year, but they never actually work hard for their life, and how can you receive your reward if you have this kind of thinking? Time flies! You have been taught in school, "time and tide wait for no man" . As much as we want to stop time from running, we just cannot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;In my childhood days, I'd always dreamt of living in a place where there is snow in winter. I'd always admired my aunts for they were studying in USA back then in eigthies. One of them has married to a local and reside in L.A. now. Sadly, I never had the chance to go oversea because my family's financial condition disallowed. Since then, going oversea has become the wildest dream in my life. I knew I'd see it happens one day, and I'm still waiting for that day. I know this dream is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;within reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; now because I can get cheap ticket to London at rock bottom price(AirAsia's staff only).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The third day of December marks a historical moment in my life. For years I've heard people saying about China, and this time, I felt privileged to be given the opportunity to operate my company's aircraft with 160 passengers on board heading towards my fourth destination, Gui Lin（桂林） in China, after Macau, Hong Kong and Shen Zhen. I heard people saying about how beautiful this city is and I really wanted to witness its beauty with my own naked eye. Unknowing it's December already, I felt colder and colder as the aircraft continue flying up northernly. And then, Christmas flashed through my mind, then snow, then...."Oh my God, it's &lt;em&gt;WINTER&lt;/em&gt; in northern hemisphere, it's winter in China as well". I was thinking, "would there be any snow upon arrival?". Seconds later I thought "nah, it ain't &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;north&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;enough", means it is still below latitude 30 degree, the city lies in 25 degree latitude north. In most places, snow will appear above 30 degree latitude north or south.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;As we were approaching the airport, the surface wind on ground was getting stronger and stronger, and it almost blew the aircraft to one side just before touching down. Then we landed, on the soil of mainland China. After the disembarkation of passenger, we were required to declare at the immigration counter inside the terminal. So I went out from the aircraft and I felt so cold, then I put my hands into my pocket. I could see everyone was in their winter attire already, guy wear thick jacket and lady wear boot. We, the pilot and the cabin crew were the only human came there unprepared, hahaha..... Then I went outside to enjoy the cold winter air, it's freezing out there I could sense, with the ground temparature of only 9 degree celcius. My eyes started to fill with moisture as the wind continue to blow. I couldn't take it anymore and eventually went back in the aircraft where I could get some warmth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then we took off again, back to KL and as we continue to fly down south, it's getting warmer and warmer and at last we touched down at this land which lies in the heart of equator, sien!! It's so damn hot here in Malaysia, though it's rainy season nowadays. I have also planned for holiday next year, and I want a "white" xmas next year, no more tropical xmas for me please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;London, here I come..........................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-2250379848722641629?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/2250379848722641629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/12/unexpected-winter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/2250379848722641629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/2250379848722641629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/12/unexpected-winter.html' title='Unexpected Winter'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SxvPMsD7GtI/AAAAAAAAATo/eTxB-Yw3YDQ/s72-c/DSC07781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-114929225568986041</id><published>2009-11-22T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:49:36.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Swohgbvy9aI/AAAAAAAAATA/QLclJDihx3c/s1600/DSC07650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407171143699461538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Swohgbvy9aI/AAAAAAAAATA/QLclJDihx3c/s320/DSC07650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Swohf3EcEjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Pt9HAuMhq2Q/s1600/DSC07577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407171133853930034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Swohf3EcEjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Pt9HAuMhq2Q/s320/DSC07577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SwohfqQDNrI/AAAAAAAAASw/MHTolH59kd4/s1600/DSC07649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407171130412971698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SwohfqQDNrI/AAAAAAAAASw/MHTolH59kd4/s320/DSC07649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SwohfWyIZRI/AAAAAAAAASo/TA8eX5l_af8/s1600/DSC00385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407171125187208466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SwohfWyIZRI/AAAAAAAAASo/TA8eX5l_af8/s320/DSC00385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Swofu8RJaKI/AAAAAAAAASg/vrLYNW1e5MI/s1600/DSC07654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407169193924192418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Swofu8RJaKI/AAAAAAAAASg/vrLYNW1e5MI/s320/DSC07654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If there was one thing in my life which I consider my pride and joy, it will definitely be my flying career. A childhood dream came true, the hardwork and effort as well as the fighting spirit throughout these years did not go in vain. Little did I know that my job is highly &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"sought after"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; until I noticed the eye full of admiration staring at me every time I walk in and out the aircraft and airport. Some people glance, some stare, and some fix their eye on me with a smile. Of course, I give them back a quick look with a smile as well. There was one time the aircraft forward lavatory was not working properly and I had no choice but to use the rear lavatory. As I walked down the aisle, all eye was on me and that kind of feeling was like, WOW! On few occasions, after the aircraft had come to complete stop and all passengers disembarked, few would remain in the cabin and asked permission to enter the cockpit just to take a quick look. When they did so, they were overwhelmed with excitement and curiosity. Some managed to snap few pics before leaving, subject to captain's approval. Some shook my hand to express their gratitude for a safe flight and smooth journey. A small little gesture it seems, but the end result could be so much different as it helps to light up one's day and thus ease some pressures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But life is always tough my friend. What you see today is not the whole picture. People only notice the glorious and successful part of my life, but very few will take note on the bad experience and failure I had in the past. For me, everyday is a challenge, every flight is a challenge, because I need to ensure that I perform to the required level, any lack in performance is &lt;em&gt;unacceptable&lt;/em&gt;. From time to time, I need to remain vigilant, even if it's just a short flight. At times, when shit hit the fence and you were really having a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"bad hair day",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you just counldn't help making a lot of mistakes in flight. You couldn't imagine what you did, you felt like, "oh crap, what was I doing, what's happening, what's wrong with me today." Then you started to feel stupid and to lesser extent, giving up. Every time when such thought crossed my mind, I felt like defeated and shattered. But then I could never forget the conversation between the father and the son in a Japanese series movie. The father, an old fisherman, told his son who is a pilot and had a car crash and thus broke his leg that&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I sailed in the sea for years and I encountered countless storm. But I never give up no matter how violent the storm is, I fight with the storm and I come back home safe and sound every time. How much more are you, a bird which soars in the sky, shouldn't you be tough and courageous as well? Why are you giving up so easily when it's just a small storm of life attacking you"? Eventually, the son stood up, once again, forsaking his past and threw his clutches away. Before long, his flying career restored and he moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have so much to tell you about the hardship of becoming a pilot. But that's not what I intended to talk right now, and I believe every career field has its own hardship as well. Putting hardship aside, there were also moments which I cherish in flying. From the time you walked in to the airport terminal, some lost passengers asked for direction as they were late, some asked about how to get a taxi, all sort of people. When you're doing a long flight, 3-4 hours across the ocean and above the clouds, you feel like you are so close to mother earth, you touch the sky, you soak in rain and cloud, or mist at times. The blue sky, seems to have soothing effect, and the deep blue ocean, they seem to calm my troubled soul down. Sometimes, when you're going eastward, you're running ahead of the sun, and it shines on you and almost blind your eye. At dawn, you can see the dark earth slowly being lit up by light. Sometimes, when you're going westward, at dusk especially, you're chasing the sun, but you can never overtake her, she moves swiftly and soon you will see lots of afterglow and the sky turns orange, with some blues also visible, kinda like two colours exist in one time. And then, the night engulfs, and at once the whole earth is in total darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For many, flying was regarded as luxurious and glamorous in those days. But things have certainly changed a lot in the last decade. With the introduction of low cost carrier, flying is no longer a dream too far to achieve. But still, a lot of people still haven't been on airplane before. Some of us only travel once in a year, it's like a rare opportunity, something that will only happen when the moon is blue. Quite the contrary to many people, I fly almost everyday, and for this sake, I'm thankful for what God has placed in my life, and yes, I will persevere on, no matter how steep is the road ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-114929225568986041?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/114929225568986041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/11/pride-and-joy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/114929225568986041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/114929225568986041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/11/pride-and-joy.html' title='Pride and Joy'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Swohgbvy9aI/AAAAAAAAATA/QLclJDihx3c/s72-c/DSC07650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-9203055479306814948</id><published>2009-11-17T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:26:05.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>渐渐反感</title><content type='html'>我不晓得为设么我对你有种莫名的反感，路遥知马力，日久见人心，一点也没错，相识越久就发现越多的缺点。起初还以为可以包容一切，以为那些只不过是小事而已。但事情并不是想象中那么简单，日子久了就不知不觉中产生了反感，因为一路所累积的不满已经不能储存了，我再也无法忍耐下去了。告诉你，我好像在扮演一个不是自己的角色，有时我发现我在演独角戏，觉得自己不是真实的自己，我好累阿，真得够了。。。。。。。。。。。。我不想在这样下去了，只不过是浪费时间浪费青春而已。。。。。。。。。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-9203055479306814948?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/9203055479306814948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/9203055479306814948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/9203055479306814948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_17.html' title='渐渐反感'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-606367952572527207</id><published>2009-11-15T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T08:21:33.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>倦鸟归巢</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SwAp15723TI/AAAAAAAAASY/fL6w1RC7hBk/s1600-h/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404365558906281266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SwAp15723TI/AAAAAAAAASY/fL6w1RC7hBk/s320/bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;我是真的累了，我再也没有力气走下去了。一个人的生活原来是那末寂寞，那末疲倦。我以为自己很坚强而不必靠别人，但后来才发现我真的很渺小，我真正需要的是一颗关怀我的心，一双能为我分担责任与压力的手，而最重要是能够陪我一起走过人生的喜怒哀乐。在外头流浪奔波的日子已经够了，我想我这只倦鸟是时候回巢了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;一个偶然的机会把我带回家乡，起初还很担心会不习惯，可是短短的几天，虽然是平凡的日子，但却叫人流连忘返，回味无穷。母亲的细心照顾让我从此不想再踏出家门，每一个细节都为我打理得井井有条，可说是照顾周到。以前和父亲的关系并不好，但现在的他似乎变了，即使是那区区百分之一的改变也算是一个突破。小弟们的天真无邪，他们的欢笑声至今还在我耳边荡漾。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;其实，在我的生命当中母亲是我最敬佩的人。她总是默默的关心，无时无刻，不管心情好或不好，不管是刮风还是下雨。在我人生的低潮期，是母亲的鼓励与支持才让我走出生命的阴霾。我一直都很渴望能够报答父母的恩惠，但是，很多时候我都没有这个能力，钱财方面或是其他方面都好。悄悄告诉你，其实阿，我觉得自己很没用因为到了这个年纪还要他们照顾。但我相信在不久的将来我一定能够为他们做些东西。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;还记得在机场的那一幕，我的心情是多么沉重。眼睛虽然没泪水，我想内心是在哭泣，百感交集。我们都清楚知道会有离别的一天，自不过这一去不知何时才返回，或许几个月后，或是半年后。家里面也肯定少了吵杂声，一切又回到原先的平静。来时匆匆，去也匆匆。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;我问我自己几时才可以回去长居。我想在短期内是不会有答案，前途茫茫，不知何去何从，只能够说一句，无可奈何！前方还有漫漫长路，我希望我可以早日回家，因为我真的累了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-606367952572527207?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/606367952572527207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_15.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/606367952572527207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/606367952572527207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_15.html' title='倦鸟归巢'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SwAp15723TI/AAAAAAAAASY/fL6w1RC7hBk/s72-c/bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-1044666748585673689</id><published>2009-11-01T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T06:15:58.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>藕断丝连？？！！</title><content type='html'>是突然想你又还是我真放不下？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;见到你的那一刻我真得很开心，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间虽然短暂但是却印象深刻，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;离别时候还真的有点依依不舍，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你告诉我说一定要好好对待她，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你的倩影离去时我几乎哭了，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我怎么啦难道这就是藕断丝连？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-1044666748585673689?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/1044666748585673689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/1044666748585673689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/1044666748585673689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='藕断丝连？？！！'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-3783879286123532432</id><published>2009-10-30T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:13:55.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Narrow Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SutVpa7P7oI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7G3e4VN39cc/s1600-h/narrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398502748424498818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SutVpa7P7oI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7G3e4VN39cc/s320/narrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was truly a narrow escape. I was on the verge of death. I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"this close"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to death. I couldn't believe that I made it, I still cannot believe it, and I'm still feeling depressed. It was an emotional moment, to stand in the gap between the living and the dead. I thought I had fallen, yes, I did fall, but before I hit the ground hardly, God's wings extended and they were so powerful that I was carried away and was lifted to the sky. I've survived the storm, of what could have been a disaster for me had God not intervene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was like sailing in the middle of a violent sea with my small boat, though I was tossed, the boat did not sink, nor did it break no matter how strong the wind and wave were. I blamed God for putting me through this, I questioned Him why, why must He allow this to happen. God said,&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"be still, and sit still, unfurl your sail, and sail on, do not look back, do not be distracted, and do not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;be terrified."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; In the end, I reached the port, a place of refuge where the water was calm and seagulls were all over the place. The storm and wave subsided gradually, and soon, they were no longer a threat to me, for God had calmed them down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I stepped down to the shore, my body was weak and my mind was tired. And there, I met some friends on the shore who welcomed me with open arms and broad smile. They said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Congratulation! You did it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I told them, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"no", "I don't believe what has happened".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; They said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my friend, forget the past and move on, do not look back, you have already succeeded, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;matter how bad your past experience was".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I nodded my head, and still remain in &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"disbelief",&lt;/span&gt; for it was too good to be true. But it was a fact, and it was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MIRACLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Praise the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-3783879286123532432?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/3783879286123532432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/10/narrow-escape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/3783879286123532432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/3783879286123532432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/10/narrow-escape.html' title='A Narrow Escape'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SutVpa7P7oI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7G3e4VN39cc/s72-c/narrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-5169061306899451404</id><published>2009-10-26T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:53:52.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Has Its Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SuXeqSkEePI/AAAAAAAAASI/uVS4kwmfTTQ/s1600-h/time.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396964546592405746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SuXeqSkEePI/AAAAAAAAASI/uVS4kwmfTTQ/s320/time.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There is a time for everything........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a time to kill and a time to heal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a time to tear down and a time to build, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a time to weep and a time to laugh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a time to mourn and a time to dance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a time to search and a time to give up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a time to keep and a time to throw away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a time to tear and a time to mend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a time to be silent and a time to speak, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a time to love and a time to hate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a time for war and a time for peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Ecclesiastes 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, everything has its own time and season. The day must gives way to the night, and likewise autumn has to give way to winter. Leaves wither in the autumn, indicating the arrival of winter. The long and cold winter takes the life of many plants away. Leaves die and as the strong and freezing breeze in the dark and lonely winter night blows, it causes them to fall to ground. As a result, the tree has no leaves, and its life is threatened. It seems as though the snow and rain have buried it into deep ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As spring approaches, the sun starts to shine, the snow melts slowly and everything is livened up again. The "bald" tree was thought to be dead. To the surprise of many, it did not. Instead, it regenerates and newborn leaves emerge as the sunlight continue to shine on it. No, this seemingly dead tree wasn't dead, and it has become stronger than ever, its roots were forced to deepened into the soil thanks to the strong wind during the winter months and it'll not be shaken easily. As months pass by, summer quickly approaching and the tree becomes even greener than ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Many times in our life, we fail to see the purpose behind each of our sufferings. We focus on our problem, and as a result our problem grows from a tiny obstacles to a big mountain in front of us, unknowing that by faith we can move the mountain, and by believing in God deliverance will come, in His time. We become frustrated because deliverance does not come immediately right after we pray, and we are so impatient to wait even a minute. We all are too &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;short-sighted&lt;/em&gt;",&lt;/span&gt; we don't know that God is trying to strengthen our character through challenges. You'll never learn the lesson unless you are being put to test and succeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But he knows the way that I take; when he has tested me, I will come forth as gold. (Job23:10). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I remember a sister once said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"I will choose to live in bad times if I were given a choice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;between living in good or bad times, because I know that in bad times, I can experience God even more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Her statement left me in awe. I don't understand why she would make such a foolish decision. I don't think anyone of us want to live in bad times. I hate problems, I seriously do. I wish my life was smooth sailing all the way. But God never allows such thought. I realize in recent years that at any point of time when life is happy-go-lucky, something must have been gone wrong, something is not right. Sure enough, problem knocked my door recently. I was very upset by what has happened and there's nothing much I can do to fix it. The very first thought that came to my mind was "all things work for the good of those who love God." Hard to accept the fact and even harder to console myself with those words, I was nearly defeated by the problem. But then again, those words kept on repeating and I became better after that. I started to reflect on all the things that I did in my life, and sadly many things I had done were not pleasing God. Sin came in and broke every good thing in life. I realise that my faith was weakened, and eventually I decided to fast and pray to gain back some strength. Suddenly, Holy spirit reminded me once again about what the sister had said, that she'd rather live in bad times. I realise that she was right, that in every challenges, God shows Himself even more and His presence is stronger. Ultimately, you'll conquer your enemy and win the battle and that's when you will appreciate God even more, because you get to witness His faithfulness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Now I can see the beauty behind every problem, trial or hardship. I've learn to wait patiently, because deliverance will only come in His time. I've learnt to humble myself, knowing that I have limited strength to fight the battle. I've learnt to trust, believing that He'll rescue me in due time. I've learnt to repent also after Holy spirit reminded me about my sin and those things which displease God. Last but not least, I've learnt to give thanks to Him for God has drawn me closer to Him through life's challenges. And if you ask me the same question as what others had asked that sister which I mentioned earlier, I will tell you that I would choose to live in bad times, because I can see His hands working in the dark hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A life which is a bed of roses is meaningless............&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-5169061306899451404?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/5169061306899451404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-has-its-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/5169061306899451404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/5169061306899451404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-has-its-time.html' title='Everything Has Its Time'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SuXeqSkEePI/AAAAAAAAASI/uVS4kwmfTTQ/s72-c/time.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-8923624370292836361</id><published>2009-10-06T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T04:58:37.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always On My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="391" height="358" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4d98eb1465a81924" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d98eb1465a81924%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331574101%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53F544ADCA95753573FDA8AFFF63A652EF76E46C.31B8B51582BA572B1EF4A7F277D5E32A50202AED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d98eb1465a81924%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgp3CW8LCyNCvuXtYcojwQDo_UaA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="391" height="358" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d98eb1465a81924%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331574101%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53F544ADCA95753573FDA8AFFF63A652EF76E46C.31B8B51582BA572B1EF4A7F277D5E32A50202AED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d98eb1465a81924%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgp3CW8LCyNCvuXtYcojwQDo_UaA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Don't forget the things I had told you my dear. No matter where life may take us to, in good times or bad times, do remember that you have the strength to carry on, because I'm always there for you, to care and to pray for you. You're so special in my eye, and you are always on my mind. Take care dear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-8923624370292836361?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/8923624370292836361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/10/always-on-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/8923624370292836361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/8923624370292836361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/10/always-on-my-mind.html' title='Always On My Mind'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-3827468448365162977</id><published>2009-09-29T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:26:45.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SsJOqJPToEI/AAAAAAAAASA/zlUD1uBlxGY/s1600-h/DSC07537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386954590230126658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SsJOqJPToEI/AAAAAAAAASA/zlUD1uBlxGY/s320/DSC07537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SsJOJmirM2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/fCey1Ggbnzs/s1600-h/DSC07538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386954031160308578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SsJOJmirM2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/fCey1Ggbnzs/s320/DSC07538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Joleen's main course, shrimp n chick pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SsJNq4ADRSI/AAAAAAAAARw/XuCq4fvYseo/s1600-h/DSC07534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386953503270978850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SsJNq4ADRSI/AAAAAAAAARw/XuCq4fvYseo/s320/DSC07534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Appetizer, boneless wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SsJNFYX7eLI/AAAAAAAAARo/2m7xxB72H38/s1600-h/DSC07539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386952859126036658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SsJNFYX7eLI/AAAAAAAAARo/2m7xxB72H38/s320/DSC07539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John's main course, steak burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SsJMmizuYTI/AAAAAAAAARg/fWROoFkpVdw/s1600-h/DSC07540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386952329351029042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SsJMmizuYTI/AAAAAAAAARg/fWROoFkpVdw/s320/DSC07540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Charlotte's main course, Fish n Chips.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For some people, birthday is the most important day throughout the year. But there are also a minority of people who think otherwise. And yes, I belong the to latter category. As for me it's just another ordinary day in my life. You may be asking why, why would I have such thought? Well, I would say it's due to my family background. My parents rarely celebrate my birthday. For them, it's a "secondary" thing to do in their priority list. My mum told me that there's no need to throw a party on my birthday. She said it's simply a waste of time and money. Instead, she would rather me focus and do well in my studies and reward me with something else. That's why, I never receive any gift on my birthday. I didn't really understand why me and my brothers were trained and raised in such way. But in recent years, after my graduation, I started to understand the reason behind it. The reason is simple, it's the&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"priority"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in life. I learnt that mum was trying to tell us "studies" and "career" are the most important thing throughout our life. She once said, once you have the ability to earn big bucks, you can do whatever you want and buy whatever you want, wouldn't that be sweet, as if everyday's your birthday? I know some of us may not agree with her way of teaching because it's kinda "unreasonable" and "old-fashioned". But it doesn't matter, because she has succeeded and her children did capture her good intention, though our childhood was a bit miserable as compare to other people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Few days ago, it was my 24th birthday. I wasn't expecting any sort of surprise and as usual, I wasn't particularly excited about it. Instead of waiting for other people to surprise me with gifts and cakes, I was actually thinking, "how about throwing a party and invite all my friends to join and have fun"? But the plan failed in the end due to last minute call up by my company to fly for another two days, which one of the two flying days happened to be my birthday. So I was left with no choice and I spent my birthday in the air flying the aircraft. I didn't tell the cabin crew about it, nor did I tell my captain it's my birthday, or else, they'd have sung a birthday song to me. I let my birthday pass unrecognized, and I was telling myself even though there's no official party or wishes from others, it's indeed an amazing and extraordinary birthday. Why? Because sitting in the cockpit flying the aircraft has been my dream since I was young. And no one, including myself, could have imagined that after 24 years, that little Jameson who once had a big dream in his childhood days, is flying the real aircraft bringing passenger from all walks of life to their destination. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Wouldn't this the biggest gift in my life, having to see the dream has finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;come true, and amazingly, it happened exactly on my birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Of course, for some people, it's a pity that I need to work on my birthday. I was having the exact same thought initially. But hey, think carefully, it's indeed a birthday present from God who has enabled my dream of flying to come true and it also bears testament to my mum's hardwork and teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tonight, the 29th of September, after three days from my birthday, was a night of celebration for my 24th birthday. It was a simple celebration, no cake, but then I was happy because it's a night worth remembering because I was accompanied by the people who care for me. Special thanks to Charlotte for celebrating with me even though you weren't feeling well. And not to forget Joleen and John, our special guest for the night and their presence was truly the&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;icing on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;the cake&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; It was my pleasure to have you all attended the dinner. Thanks guys, cheers.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-3827468448365162977?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/3827468448365162977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/3827468448365162977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/3827468448365162977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-myself.html' title='Happy Birthday to Myself'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SsJOqJPToEI/AAAAAAAAASA/zlUD1uBlxGY/s72-c/DSC07537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-5822903171762699087</id><published>2009-09-28T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:45:14.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Goes Up Must Come Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SsECXkapDuI/AAAAAAAAARY/1w3wo_i5ZRg/s1600-h/come+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386589233247489762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SsECXkapDuI/AAAAAAAAARY/1w3wo_i5ZRg/s320/come+down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Little did I know that things have started to fall apart. Everything seemed ok at first with no major issue and I thought I was doing the right thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How wrong was I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Everything is not ok, and now only I realise the seriousness of the matter. But it's far too late to rectify the problem, it should have been detected earlier and carry out necessary adjustment. I thought the ride would be smoother and less bumpy this time given the fact that I've been through the same process some years ago. It was like going uphill and soaring high at first and the result was great. Then all of sudden, lightning came and struck me down and I was like from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"highest high to lowest low".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The feeling of sadness and discouragement overwhelmed me and I was completely demoralized. Oh dear God, I would rather you put me through this in the beginning of it, not towards the end of it where things become more complicated and out of hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When will I learn the lesson? How many times does it need to be repeated, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"not to make the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;same mistake again"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Why am I such a failure? James oh James, come on, do it right this time and avoid getting there again, will you? Go and don't let me fail, expand your inner potential and get things back on track.....................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-5822903171762699087?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/5822903171762699087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-goes-up-must-come-down.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/5822903171762699087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/5822903171762699087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-goes-up-must-come-down.html' title='What Goes Up Must Come Down'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SsECXkapDuI/AAAAAAAAARY/1w3wo_i5ZRg/s72-c/come+down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-2874017616765012214</id><published>2009-09-14T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:50:44.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>千言萬語</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sq6WrpuGBzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/14zVtXQwZtM/s1600-h/soar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381404281432049458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sq6WrpuGBzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/14zVtXQwZtM/s320/soar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;我有說不完的話要對你訴說，見到你的那一刻我突然覺得感觸良多。我有千言萬語要告訴你，可惜我們沒有太多的時間。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;我曾經是海上漂流的船只，經歷了不少的驚濤駭浪，眼前的風浪擋著了前方的道路。經過漫漫長夜，多少個失眠的夜晚，對于自己的前途我感到心灰意冷。旁人的熱笑冷諷讓我感到一股很大的挫敗感。有些人你以為可以靠得住，但很可惜他給不到你要的，到頭來他反而傷害了你。我還以為他會陪我走過這一段坎坷的日子，但是沒想到他竟然中途放棄，于是我只好孤軍奮戰。這樣的遭遇讓我從此不再信任他了，因為它讓我徹底的失望。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;我走過人生的起起落落，我走過高山底谷，甚至是在曠野的日子確實叫人無可奈何。2008年是我人生中的低潮。我感到生活沒有意義，我過著自憐自艾的日子。我很盼望有人會了解我的遭遇， 但即使他是你最信賴最要好的朋友也不會了解你。我眺望著遙遠的天際，那一片曾經屬于自己的天空。我感到遺憾因為我或許沒這個機會在空中翱翔了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;就在一些不愉快的事情發生之后，守護天使來了！她并沒有責怪我，反而鼓勵我前進。她告訴我千萬不可放棄一定要堅持到底。瞬息間我感動得說不出話來，因為這些日子以來沒有人對我說過這樣的一番話。她挑戰我踏出信心的第一步勇敢地面對前面的波折。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;今天我們相約在咖啡廳會面，相隔了幾乎一年，從沒有到有，她與我都見證了神的信實。對于我的成就她感到無比的驕傲與高興。我不會忘記她告訴我的每一樣東西，她的勸勉與教誨我會一輩子牢牢記住。會話的當兒我幾乎忍不住淚水，我看見她的眼里也泛了一些喜悅的淚光。我感謝神的安排，雖然我似乎浪費了很多歲月，但是神告訴我說在他的計劃中沒有什么是太遲的，因為他掌管大局。我很高興因為我又再次展翅高飛了，而且這一次我要飛得更高更遠。雖然有亂流也有風雨的阻礙，但卻不能阻止我前進，因為在天空飛翔的鳥兒是不會退縮的！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;誰也沒想到一年后會我們會坐在一起敍述大家的經歷，一點一滴，一切又一切的發生都那么扣人心弦，仿佛是神美好的安排。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;千言萬語，只想告訴你我對你感激萬分。。。。。。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-2874017616765012214?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/2874017616765012214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/2874017616765012214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/2874017616765012214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='千言萬語'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sq6WrpuGBzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/14zVtXQwZtM/s72-c/soar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-4359055661938577281</id><published>2009-08-30T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:41:36.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting On The Fence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SprFNHNdoII/AAAAAAAAARI/2NrZ9OzeOVY/s1600-h/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375825934284595330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SprFNHNdoII/AAAAAAAAARI/2NrZ9OzeOVY/s320/cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was an unusually cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; morning thanks to the shower of blessing from heaven the night before. The gloomy sky and the chillness around had taken away the liveliness of an usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; morning where flowers bloom and the grass was green and the splendour of sun-kissed beauty radiated through the whole earth. Without any anticipation in my heart, it seemed that this was gonna be just another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; service in my life. Years after years I've been attending service and I must admit that at one point of time in my life, I felt so sicked of it because it's become a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"routine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and everything seemed&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"monotonous".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The journey to the church seemed long and endless, I rubbed my tiring eyes and my vision became vague, reflecting my spiritual life that is dull and weary. My heart has grown cold because I was deeply hurt by some church people. God asked me to move on and pay no attention to them. But I failed to do that, I just cannot live a life where every time when I see those people who have hurt me in the past, I was wondering if he would do the same thing to me again and I can't pretend as if I have never seen them while we're all under the same roof!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;All along the journey, the memories of people mistreating me resurfaced. I could see the darkness behind those people, they use their laughter to cover up their inner ugliness, they thought they can fool me, but I can see them clearly. Do you know what's one of the real disappointment in one's life? It happens when your beloved one doesn't appreciate the things you do. Often time people fail to see the things that we've done for them, the prayer of blessing that has been made in our quiet room when they're facing challenges or the effort that has been put for the sake of their life. Again and again, we're taken for granted by some people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nevertheless, God still knows our situation better than anyone else. I know that many camps were being held in many different places in the past few days. But I took no interest in any of them and eventually decided to join the service in Hope KL. I would like to think that it was not an accident that I ended up in that church though the initial decision was made arbitrarily. In another words, God had convinced me to go to that church in the very beginning without my knowledge. Everything seemed normal in the beginning of the service. It wasn't until pastor preached on the stage that it started to capture all my heart and soul and full attention in this extraordinary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;, yet in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unextraordinary&lt;/span&gt; place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The topic seemed common at first. Thanks to the anointed pastor Simon, he turned a common topic into an interesting and heart-capturing topic. He talked about the lukewarmness in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;christians&lt;/span&gt;' life from Rev 3: 14-22. I felt condemned because I am a lukewarm christian as well. I am neither hot nor cold. The Bible says it's either one or the other, means either I choose to be hot or cold, there's no such thing as in between, which is exactly what's happening in my life now, sitting on the fence. Pastor also said that those who sit on fence will eventually drop to either side of the fence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; remember in those days, I was very active in God's house and in serving back in my old church in my hometown. I made a vow to God, I told God that I would never miss a service and I will join the youth club every week when I was 17 years old. I kept my promise and I did receive tremendous blessing from God, unknowing that it's my decision to follow Him that had brought all the changes in my life. When I think back I could really see how God had helped me and how He worked in my life. Just like the sister who shared her testimony today, God, in the same way, had blessed me greatly in my studies and I ranked the first place in my class during the last year of my secondary school, even though I was quite a slow learner. I was once the committee in youth club and involved actively in church activities. I felt like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;there're&lt;/span&gt; some many serving opportunities for me and I was really excited for Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Unfortunately, things had changed, my heart had changed in recent years. I'm no longer excited for Jesus because fire in my heart has been put out, mainly by church people. Sometimes, I wish I could go back to my old church because the sense of belonging is there, whereas in my current church, i don't feel comfortable most of the time because there are many unfriendly and hypocrite around, sorry to put it in this way. I'm limited by people and bound by many so-called "rules", though leaders deny that those &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"rules"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tears rolled down my cheek when I thought of my past and the difference between past and present in my ministry. I appreciate the preaching and such a lovely pastor like Simon, but I felt sad because the people around me have become my stumbling block in my ministry. I don't know since when the ministry in church has become a competition, a platform for people to gain fame and people are feeling jealous of each other of their position. I hate this church when it comes to this part, seriously. Even the person closest to you is competing with you, for no reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My heart has hardened after suffering a series of attacks from all these people. I know they will never admit their mistake and try to reason things out. But it doesn't matter anymore, once my heart is hardened then it's hardened. But I feel sad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bacause&lt;/span&gt; I cannot serve God effectively, I wish I could, but situation doesn't allow me to do so. That doesn't mean I'm preparing to backslide, I love God, yes I do, but I can't stand His people. Oh dear God, please show me your will and let your will be done, not mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I long to serve God greatly once again, just like what I did many years ago, and yes, I'm thinking of making a huge "comeback" in my ministry, and if this is not the place to stay anymore, I pray that God will bring me to a more suitable church. Nothing is more important than doing His will, and I will fulfill my destiny by doing His will !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-4359055661938577281?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/4359055661938577281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/08/sitting-on-fence.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/4359055661938577281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/4359055661938577281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/08/sitting-on-fence.html' title='Sitting On The Fence'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SprFNHNdoII/AAAAAAAAARI/2NrZ9OzeOVY/s72-c/cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-733140682975510762</id><published>2009-08-21T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:55:41.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so bad, after all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/So630U2dBfI/AAAAAAAAARA/GYNJ0tEQv9A/s1600-h/Ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372433515077764594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/So630U2dBfI/AAAAAAAAARA/GYNJ0tEQv9A/s320/Ryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The infamous RYANAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/So63z6LE9GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mAW-QO2PIv0/s1600-h/Ryanair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372433507916510306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/So63z6LE9GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mAW-QO2PIv0/s320/Ryanair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Retractable staircase directly connected to aircraft. There's no need to&lt;br /&gt;wait for stair truck and hence reduce the chances of delay in case d&lt;br /&gt;stair truck arrive late and passenger get stuck inside aircraft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for no reason. Good for time saving and depart on time for next flight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interestingly, the aircraft's stair is operated simply by pressing a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;specific switch inside the aircraft !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/So63ziFxeZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xsdpmgjg2zM/s1600-h/IMG_2196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372433501451811218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/So63ziFxeZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xsdpmgjg2zM/s320/IMG_2196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE it or HATE it. Good for budget traveller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know the title is somewhat misleading when you first notice those pictures in the beginning of this post. The first impression you receive may differs from what I'm going to talk about today. It's not about my life or others' life, rather, I would like to do a comparison between these two major low-cost carrier airlines, namely &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RYANAIR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AIRASIA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which by far is the largest low-cost airlines in Europe (main base in Dublin, Ireland) and Asia (main base in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia) respectively and trust me, after reading all the differences between the operational and business model implemented by these two airlines which I'm going to show you in the next few paragraph, you will be and you should be thankful for being a Malaysian and our home-grown budget airline AirAsia, has indeed done an exceptional job for offering the best for its customer and made numerous dreams of travelling abroad come true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sadly, many people don't realise how lucky they are and some even have forgotten in those days which MAS was the only airline in our country and fully monopolized the airline's industry market. There were no option but to buy expensive ticket if you wish to travel to overseas and those underprivileged had &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;NO CHANCE&lt;/span&gt; at all to travel thanks to pricy air fare. Travelling and flying were once the wildest dream for many. Flying was regarded as "luxurious" in those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I also understand that many people don't really know about the operation of airlines. Many think that to run an airline is a no big deal and fail to see the recipe behind their success. In fact, the success of an airline didn't happened overnight. It takes many efforts, time and energy to sustain the business, let alone making profit. In order to be remained competitive and survive amidst the tense competition, an airline has to constantly improve itself to suit customer's needs and be creative to atrract more sales. That's why, from time to time, a sales campaign is launched. Another way to increase sales is through publicity, and that explains why AirAsia would willing to sponsor Manchester United in hope that it may gain a foot of ground in UK, and to a lesser extent, the world ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The following will be the differences between these two airlines, have fun reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1.Ryanair&lt;/span&gt;: Charges fees, these can be related to alternate services like using airport check-in facilities instead of the online service fee and using non-prefered methods of payment. (non-prefered may refer to payment made other than using credit card) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AirAsia: Not applicable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. Ryanair&lt;/span&gt;: have also replaced the free online check-in with a €5 online check-in fee which is charged per person, per flight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AirAsia: Not applicable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. Ryanair&lt;/span&gt;: All passengers are required to check-in online and print their own boarding pass. Passengers arriving at the airport without a pre-printed online check-in will have to pay €40 for their boarding pass to be re-issued. (You’d better bring it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AirAsia: Not applicable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4.Ryanair&lt;/span&gt;: "a deserved reputation for nastiness" and that the airline "has become a byword for appalling customer service ... and jeering rudeness towards anyone or anything that gets in its way". (Dangerous)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AirAsia: Not applicable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5. Ryanair&lt;/span&gt;:In 2002, the High Court in Dublin awarded Jane O'Keefe €67,500 damages and her costs after Ryanair reneged on a free travel prize she was awarded for being the airline's 1 millionth passenger. (Didn’t carry out their promise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AirAsia: Not applicable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6. Ryanair&lt;/span&gt;: It refused to provide &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/wheelchair" target="_top"&gt;wheelchairs&lt;/a&gt; for disabled passengers. A court ruling in 2004 judged that the responsibility should be shared by the airline and the airport owners; Ryanair responded by adding a surcharge of £0.50 to all its flight prices. (Nothing is F.O.C)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AirAsia: Not applicable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;7. Ryanair&lt;/span&gt;: does not offer customers the possibility of contacting them by email or &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/form-web" target="_top"&gt;webform&lt;/a&gt;, only through a premium rate phone line, by fax or by post. (Eventually was forced to give their email address by the court)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AirAsia: Not applicable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;8. Ryanair&lt;/span&gt;: Another deliberately provocative ad campaign headlined "Expensive Bastards!" compared Ryanair with &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/british-airways" target="_top"&gt;British Airways&lt;/a&gt;. However, in this case the High Court sided with Ryanair and threw BA's case out ordering BA to make a payment towards Ryanair's court costs. The judge ruled "The complaint amounts to this: that Ryanair exaggerated in suggesting BA is five times more expensive because BA is only three times more expensive. Accordingly, in my view, the use was honest comparative advertising. I suspect the real reason that BA do not like it is precisely because it is true." (Ryanair carries 20% more passenger than British Airways, hard to believe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AirAsia: Not applicable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;9. Ryanair&lt;/span&gt;: Proposed measures to reduce frills further have included eliminating two toilets in the aircraft to add six more seats (No toilet in aircraft)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AirAsia: Not applicable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;10. Ryanair&lt;/span&gt;: Proposed measures to reduce frills further have included charging for the use of the toilet. (Crazy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AirAsia: Not applicable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;11. Ryanair&lt;/span&gt;: Proposed measures to reduce frills further have included redesigning the aircraft to allow standing passengers. (Bus meh? KTM meh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AirAsia: Not applicable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;12. Ryanair&lt;/span&gt;: Proposed measures to reduce frills further have included charging extra for overweight passengers (Be careful those fat people)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AirAsia: Not applicable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;13. Ryanair&lt;/span&gt;: Proposed measures to reduce frills further have included asking passengers to carry their checked-in luggage to the plane. (If you have heavy luggage, you carry that luggage to put to the cargo compartment under the aircraft. Normally this job is done by ground personnel of airport, but if you can do that job, the airline need not to hire ground personnel and achieve cost cutting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AirAsia: Not applicable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;14: Ryanair&lt;/span&gt;: Proposed measures to reduce frills further have included asking passengers to carry their checked-in luggage to the seats if they can get clearance "to allow passengers to stand on its flights". (Like the train in INDIA?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AirAsia: Not applicable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-733140682975510762?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/733140682975510762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-so-bad-after-all.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/733140682975510762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/733140682975510762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-so-bad-after-all.html' title='Not so bad, after all'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/So630U2dBfI/AAAAAAAAARA/GYNJ0tEQv9A/s72-c/Ryan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-3274940731677701782</id><published>2009-08-07T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:03:50.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't FREAKING Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that you’re not happy with me because everytime when I see your face you look unfriendly towards me and you even show long face at times. What is that supposed to mean? It’s not like I had killed your whole family or whatever. Come on, for God’s sake, don’t be so emotional ok. You may greet me “Hi”, “Have Fun”, “Good Luck”, or “Bye”, but it doesn’t make any difference because &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I KNOW&lt;/span&gt; that you’re doing it &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;JUST FOR THE SAKE OF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;IT, OUT OF SHEER COURTESY.&lt;/span&gt; I have tried to the best of my ability to fix this friendship and in case you feel like want to end it, please do not hesitate to tell and mind you &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I WOULD NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HESITATE TO END IT EITHER!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I’ve had enough with all these nuisance things and it caused me emotionally unstable as well sometimes, so what’s the point? We might as well “face-off”. And I don’t freaking care anymore, because with or without you, my life will still carry on as usual, nothing to be feeling sad about. But on the other hand, &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I FEEL SO SORRY FOR YOU BECAUSE OUT OF JEALOUSY, YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;HATED ME&lt;/span&gt;. Fine, go ahead with those jealousies and keep drowning yourself in the &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;SEA &lt;/span&gt;of jealousy. Don’t tell me you’re not jealous, I know &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;YOU ARE INDEED&lt;/span&gt; since the very first day I knew you. You had &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;SNUBBED ME&lt;/span&gt; for goodness knows how many times like nobody business. Do you want to know what your problem is? You’re so loser, you &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;CAN’T STAND WATCHING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;PEOPLE SUCCEED.&lt;/span&gt; I don’t know why you would have this kind of mindset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When you meet someone more superior than you, you dislike him/her. When you meet someone more inferior than you, you make friend with them? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Is this how you socialize? No, you’d learn from those who are doing better than you in your life and continue to endeavor so that you excel in your life as well. I don’t know la, it’s up to you, as I mentioned earlier, I don’t freaking care anymore because I know that you’re &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HARDENED &lt;/span&gt;already, just &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CANNOT BE CHANGED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ANYMORE.&lt;/span&gt; So, take care my friend and trust me, you won’t go far with this kind of attitude and mentality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-3274940731677701782?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/3274940731677701782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-freaking-care.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/3274940731677701782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/3274940731677701782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-freaking-care.html' title='I Don&apos;t FREAKING Care'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-6070647453947884607</id><published>2009-07-29T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:13:01.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Of Indulgence-Food &amp; Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCEYz50tuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/5tKWoxMI8DQ/s1600-h/DSC07162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363932717982725858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCEYz50tuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/5tKWoxMI8DQ/s320/DSC07162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Expensive yet delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCEYhmRQCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZJyMx2On2II/s1600-h/DSC07165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363932713068871714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCEYhmRQCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZJyMx2On2II/s320/DSC07165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recent favourite, green tea ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCEYFYBPPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/-8ew_1CPyzA/s1600-h/DSC07159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363932705492909298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCEYFYBPPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/-8ew_1CPyzA/s320/DSC07159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 biji Ferrero for RM1.90 only at Isetan, expire 2010&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCEX3_0QrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/O71fLMRACMY/s1600-h/DSC07182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363932701901734578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCEX3_0QrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/O71fLMRACMY/s320/DSC07182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought half a dozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCEXthpqMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xmbC_og94Ic/s1600-h/DSC07150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363932699090856130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCEXthpqMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xmbC_og94Ic/s320/DSC07150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Overlooking dunno where, but nice view, taken at KLCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCAl2mbvFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/x8TnzO-V9ro/s1600-h/DSC07180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363928543998491730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCAl2mbvFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/x8TnzO-V9ro/s320/DSC07180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Half price sushi at Isetan everyday from 7.30pm onwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCAlWLPSGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/iX1dpFMOKF4/s1600-h/DSC07183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363928535294494818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCAlWLPSGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/iX1dpFMOKF4/s320/DSC07183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice little encouragement for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCAlGu2JbI/AAAAAAAAAPw/t5BI-UhZytI/s1600-h/DSC07184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363928531148875186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCAlGu2JbI/AAAAAAAAAPw/t5BI-UhZytI/s320/DSC07184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RM2.00 each, normal price RM2.60, expire 2010&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCAk50kjpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/u-iapv07E5g/s1600-h/DSC07222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363928527683227282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCAk50kjpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/u-iapv07E5g/s320/DSC07222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice park outside IKEA overlookin One U, pic taken at IKEA&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCAknmQLfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/MIuGqIElBVA/s1600-h/DSC07207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363928522791333362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCAknmQLfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/MIuGqIElBVA/s320/DSC07207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catch of the day, Canon printer/scanner plus two cartridges for RM220 only, save up to RM150!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnB7AZtQV6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RH5X8n8tM5Q/s1600-h/DSC07224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363922403029178274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnB7AZtQV6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RH5X8n8tM5Q/s320/DSC07224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zanmai Sushi&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnB6_9Q9dfI/AAAAAAAAAPI/KqJrixWg2d8/s1600-h/DSC07229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363922395394307570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnB6_9Q9dfI/AAAAAAAAAPI/KqJrixWg2d8/s320/DSC07229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love the chicken and Japanese-style Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnB6_pzQ5xI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JC0lPO6fnkg/s1600-h/DSC07230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363922390169478930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnB6_pzQ5xI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JC0lPO6fnkg/s320/DSC07230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Main course, ramen soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnB6_Tsc9xI/AAAAAAAAAO4/fyCRfqG-0f8/s1600-h/DSC07231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363922384235329298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnB6_Tsc9xI/AAAAAAAAAO4/fyCRfqG-0f8/s320/DSC07231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;D24 at half price!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sense of satisfaction couldn’t be any greater especially when you have achieved something in your life, whether your career, studies or let say a revenge taken against your biggest enemy. Of course, the latter, to a lesser extent, is “indecent and nasty”. But it’s no doubt a kind of achievement in our life as well, agree? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After so many struggles and countless defeat through the violent and relentless thunderstorm, troubles after troubles, obstacles after obstacles, how many sleepless nights and how many times Jamie had lost his direction and being tossed everywhere just like ship without rudder in this dark, lonely and stormy ocean and how many times he was on the verge of drowning, they all seemed to have him swallowed and yet, he was able to overcome all the hardship and difficulties that have been placed in his life by the Saviour. And yes, Jesus was his guiding star in darkness and sailor when he lost all his direction. There are just too many stories and testimonies to tell but he just want you reader to know that it would all be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; IMPOSSIBLE WITHOUT GOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The bottom line is Jamie had passed his simulator test recently and he was rewarded with 10 days holiday. He planned to make full use of his free time to indulge himself in nice spa and massage but after taking a look at his bank account, that plan was immediately called off even though he thought that he deserved a nice spa. So a change of plan happened in the last minute and a second thought crossed his mind and he decided to pamper himself with other things. So he went around KL and he ended up shopping in KLCC, a place which he will visit every now and then. He went to few boutiques and he found some nice clothes but surprisingly, he decided not to buy them because for one thing his financial status disallowed and another thing is he has learnt to be a wiser shopper in recent years and buy necessary stuff &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So he went to ISETAN and he got some good deals there as shown in those pictures above. He then decided to go back home but just before he exit the mall he saw Haagen-Dazs and he was tempted but a voice told him to walk away and as he did that he was pulled back moments later and he glanced at the ice-cream bar once again and unknowingly he headed straight towards it and that’s how he ended up paying huge price for it. Damn it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The next day he felt bored again and suddenly he realized that he needed a printer/scanner and after telling his mum over his need for a printer, his mum agreed to sponsor him one, yay. He got some good deal for the printer as well thanks to his friend Michell, who works in Harvey Norman. One Canon printer/scanner costs RM220 after discount and free two Canon cartridges ink worth RM 150. He only paid RM220 in total!!! Normal customer won’t get this kinda deal. He then went to have dinner with Michell at Zanmai Sushi and after that went Jusco to buy some groceries. Before leaving the shop, he was tempted by the durian at half price and after much consideration, he decided to share those durians with Michell, each person gets half. Thanks to his extraordinarily big appetite, he then went to eat porridge with one “yao za guai” and a glass of soya milk at YoYo Porridge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Even though he failed to get a real pamper from nice spa (which he believes he will one day), he was happy with the good deals he got and he couldn’t be any happier when it comes to food and shopping. His little hope is that he can enjoy as much as he can because another wave of trouble is going to hit him soon as he embarks into a new chapter in his flying career……………………………………… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-6070647453947884607?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/6070647453947884607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of-indulgence-food-shopping.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/6070647453947884607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/6070647453947884607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of-indulgence-food-shopping.html' title='A Day Of Indulgence-Food &amp; Shopping'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SnCEYz50tuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/5tKWoxMI8DQ/s72-c/DSC07162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-8743267334211428603</id><published>2009-07-21T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:47:57.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Happy For Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXg-L5HCuI/AAAAAAAAAOw/zLS08zXRhys/s1600-h/6616_108870906586_636491586_2751858_3446379_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360938290403281634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXg-L5HCuI/AAAAAAAAAOw/zLS08zXRhys/s320/6616_108870906586_636491586_2751858_3446379_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty and handsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXas6LR7wI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DL2hnzrGj8g/s1600-h/6616_108875896586_636491586_2751925_4815182_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931396520111874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXas6LR7wI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DL2hnzrGj8g/s320/6616_108875896586_636491586_2751925_4815182_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So exotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXabpK4NlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/__GJPmxSgss/s1600-h/6616_108876006586_636491586_2751940_5603606_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931099897247314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXabpK4NlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/__GJPmxSgss/s320/6616_108876006586_636491586_2751940_5603606_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beach wedding has always been my dream weddin. Can u see Mt. KK? Towards the right of the arch, you can actually see the peak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXabCrq_oI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-NqU_WIx-sA/s1600-h/6256_109352911586_636491586_2760568_5794698_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931089565810306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXabCrq_oI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-NqU_WIx-sA/s320/6256_109352911586_636491586_2760568_5794698_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice and simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXaa2GVkaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_n-27lNXZ3U/s1600-h/6616_108875941586_636491586_2751930_1061048_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931086187991458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXaa2GVkaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_n-27lNXZ3U/s320/6616_108875941586_636491586_2751930_1061048_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So blessed&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXaahtTq2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/kZvsBN7G-J8/s1600-h/6616_108875996586_636491586_2751939_1902321_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931080714300258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXaahtTq2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/kZvsBN7G-J8/s320/6616_108875996586_636491586_2751939_1902321_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice cake and view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXZVHak9HI/AAAAAAAAAN4/n70CFzmXL5o/s1600-h/6256_109352981586_636491586_2760580_8069457_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360929888245445746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXZVHak9HI/AAAAAAAAAN4/n70CFzmXL5o/s320/6256_109352981586_636491586_2760580_8069457_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Different kind of wedding experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXZU_JYQXI/AAAAAAAAANw/EtykJh7JIhg/s1600-h/6256_109353021586_636491586_2760585_1061972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360929886025826674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXZU_JYQXI/AAAAAAAAANw/EtykJh7JIhg/s320/6256_109353021586_636491586_2760585_1061972_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The island in Sabah is top notch, crystal clear water&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXZUkJVTWI/AAAAAAAAANo/8wSppwvK2bo/s1600-h/6616_108876051586_636491586_2751948_2338988_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360929878777875810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXZUkJVTWI/AAAAAAAAANo/8wSppwvK2bo/s320/6616_108876051586_636491586_2751948_2338988_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In Sutera Harbour, Kota Kinabalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXZUeXTptI/AAAAAAAAANg/7HMOnTz9bfo/s1600-h/6616_108875956586_636491586_2751932_2043333_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360929877225875154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXZUeXTptI/AAAAAAAAANg/7HMOnTz9bfo/s320/6616_108875956586_636491586_2751932_2043333_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Romantic sunset&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXZTzAGKkI/AAAAAAAAANY/Eo-_8-WmV0U/s1600-h/DSC02157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360929865585797698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXZTzAGKkI/AAAAAAAAANY/Eo-_8-WmV0U/s320/DSC02157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During our visitation to Melaka 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, before I go any further talking about the reason why I feel happy for both of them, let me briefly introduce you the two starring of today's topic. The bride you see in the pics above is my secondary school classmate, Penny. Her fiance Tommy (the groom), however, is neither my ex-classmate nor schoomate. Both of them are currently working for ING insurance, and they are among the few top selling agents in their company, and that explains how they get to know each other. Their wedding is set to be held on November 2009 in some five stars hotel, Shangri-la if not mistaken. I feel honoured because I'm invited to attend their grand wedding. Well judging from the pics above, it's not surprising if their wedding is entitled &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"wedding of the century",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at least in my hometown if not the whole Malaysia. I think their wedding is going to cost them a fortune, but then since they are capable to pay for it, I guess they won't mind to stretch their wallet to the extreme, hehehe... After all, it's an once in a lifetime event so it's totally understandable why some people will spare no expense to make things appear good. But some people do the opposite, they choose to do it in an imformal and laid back kinda way. Well, two schools of thought?? Maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do you know that Penny used to like me in school? I must admit that I had treated her very badly and coldly in school last time. Initially I got excited because I just want the chase, not because I really like her. As we moved on, I felt so irritated by her actions and that's when our friendship turned sour. She was really nice and caring towards me, she prepared home cook meal for me, she baked carrot cheese cake for me and I remember that day she brought only six pieces to school and after distributing to her good friends, she reserved the last piece for me, and so many people were so jealous especially her good friends, hehehe. I remember towards to end of my high school life, just before graduation, I did something bad to her. I now consider my act a terrible mistake. I wrote a very hurtful letter to her, I scolded her and my friend told me she cried after reading that letter. I regretted for what I had done to her. But guess what? She never hated me. Instead, she forgave me and she found a way to wipe out those bitter memories and remember no more the things I did. Today, she still treats me the way she treated me when she first fell for me. Her attitude and sincerity really put me to shame. I wish I hadn't treated her so badly. I won't mind if you call me bastard or S.O.B or jerk after knowing how I treated her. I deserve to be put to shame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She will soon walk down the aisle with her fiance. I really hope to witness her wedding ceremony. I believe she is a good and faithful wife. Too bad I dunno how to appreciate her goodness. But I believe God has chosen the best one for her, and I should be feeling happy for her because she got a good looking, rich and loving husband. I wish her well in her marriage and I'm glad that I was once her admirer, she always have good taste in choosing boyfriend, doesn't she?? I guess you know what I mean...........................hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-8743267334211428603?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/8743267334211428603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-happy-for-her.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/8743267334211428603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/8743267334211428603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-happy-for-her.html' title='I Am Happy For Her'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SmXg-L5HCuI/AAAAAAAAAOw/zLS08zXRhys/s72-c/6616_108870906586_636491586_2751858_3446379_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-2543073440964169507</id><published>2009-07-15T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:22:22.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Before Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sl4wn_-kSAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/K-Mk6palc9s/s1600-h/800px-Embraergol737.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358774070364358658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sl4wn_-kSAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/K-Mk6palc9s/s320/800px-Embraergol737.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sl4vGawvpeI/AAAAAAAAANI/rYgT5nZDM3Y/s1600-h/ATT00001%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358772393926960610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sl4vGawvpeI/AAAAAAAAANI/rYgT5nZDM3Y/s320/ATT00001%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sl4vGKSSKAI/AAAAAAAAANA/xYTkEkx34nk/s1600-h/ATT00002%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358772389504231426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sl4vGKSSKAI/AAAAAAAAANA/xYTkEkx34nk/s320/ATT00002%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On 29th September 2006, a B737 had a mid air collision with a Embraer Legacy while cruising at 35,000 feet over South America . The Embraer Legacy, though seriously damaged, with the winglet ripped off, managed to make a landing at a nearby airstrip in the midst of the Amazon jungle. The crew and passengers of the Embraer Legacy had no idea what they had hit. The B737, however, crashed killing all crew and passengers on board. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The two photos attached above were apparently taken by one of the passengers in the B737, after the collision and before the aircraft crashed. The photos were retrieved from the camera's memory stick. You will never get to see photos like this. In the first photo there is a gaping hole in the fuselage through which you can see the tailplane and vertical fin of the aircraft. In the second photo one of the passengers is being sucked out of the gaping hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Photos taken inside the plane. These photos were found in a digital Casio Z750, amidst the remains in Serra do Cachimbo. Although the camera was destroyed, the Memory Stick was recovered. Investigating the serial number of the camera the owner could be identified, as Paulo G. Muller, an actor of a theatre for children known in the outskirts of Porto Alegre. It can be imagined that he was standing during the impact with the Embraer Legacy, and during the turbulence he managed to take these photos, seconds after the tail loss the aircraft plunged, so the camera was found near the cockpit. the structural stress probably ripped the engines away, diminishing the falling speed, protecting the electronic equipment but not, unfortunately, the victims. Paulo Muller leaves behind two daughters, Bruna and Beatriz, from a previous relationship. (Quoted from unknown source)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q and A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Why did the oxygen mask(yellow colour as shown in the pic) drop the moment the Boeing jet was split into two after suffering mid air collision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So here's are some background knowledge to begin with. Human being can breathe normally on ground because we are so used to sea level pressure, temperature and density. Generally, almost 99 percent of the land on this earth are above sea level. For instance, the land in Malaysia is 10-100 feet above sea level, averagely. In certain area in Africa, the land is 5000-6000 feet above sea level. And in Netherland, Holland, the land is 1 feet &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sea level, that's why retaining walls are built to prevent sea water from entering the country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;As we go higher, let say at Genting Highland which is 6000 feet above sea level, the air becomes colder and thinner because temperature, pressure and density reduce with height. That's why some people find it difficult to breathe as they travel higher and higher from sea level. The same goes to travelling by airplane. Luckily, thanks to the high-tech design by aircraft manufacturer, a system calls "Pressurization System" is introduced to every aircraft which flies above 10000 feet above sea level. The purpose of this system, just as the name implies, is to pressurize the aircraft in high altitude say 10000-40000 feet above sea level. Without this system, it's impossible to breathe inside the aircraft, just like fish out of water. This system ensures that the cabin of the aircraft is maintaining a pressure at 6000 feet averagely throughout the flight even though the actual height of the aircraft can be 30000 or 40000 feet high so that the passenger can breathe normally, as if you're breathing at Genting though you're actually at a level 5-6 times higher than Genting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That's why you'll experience ear block or ear pain when aircraft is climbing and descending, because the pressurization system is constantly monitoring itself to maintain that 6000 feet value regardless of the actual aircraft height. Of course, just before landing, it'll automatically equalize itself to match with the actual aircraft altitude and when the aircraft touches down, the 6000 is no longer maintained and is adjusted to whatever height the airport is, say 10 feet, and everything is back to normal on ground again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The question is, what if the pressurization system fails to maintain 6000 feet cabin altitude? When this happens, the indicator in the cockpit(pilot's area) will show a dramatic increase until it hits 14000 feet mark, the oxygen mask will automatically drop above every passenger's seat and you need to wear it immediately because the aircraft is &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DE-pressurizing&lt;/span&gt;. In another words, the pressure is leaking and if no immediate action to descend to safe altitude, all passenger and crew onboard will &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;SUFFOCATE&lt;/span&gt; and will lead to unconsciousness and death eventually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Now you may be asking how can the pressurization leak? When there's a hole in the aircraft, it'll leak. The degree of the leakage depends on the magnitude of the hole. Small hole means slow leak, big hole means quick leak. That's to say, an aircraft must be perfectly SEALED inflight to prevent pressure leakage. The above pictures show that the Boeing jet was split into two inflight at 35000 feet, which means a BIG hole in the cabin. That's why oxygen mask dropped because the pressurization has exceeded 14000 feet (no longer 6000 feet as previously mentioned under normal condition) and quickly matched with the actual aircraft height, 35000 feet in this case at the time the aircraft was split, and you're really breathing as if you're at 35000 feet which is crazy and impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, I hope those of you who are interested to know have learnt somethg today. And I hope you will now realise the importance of the demo for the usage of oxygen mask by cabin crew every time you travel by airplane because it is related to safety and your life. Please don't take the demo lightly, because you never know what will happen in your flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-2543073440964169507?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/2543073440964169507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-before-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/2543073440964169507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/2543073440964169507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-before-death.html' title='Second Before Death'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sl4wn_-kSAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/K-Mk6palc9s/s72-c/800px-Embraergol737.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-1475475583320869390</id><published>2009-07-13T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T03:58:12.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlxePGbFZmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1xMwSwSqBVU/s1600-h/DSC00370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358261270179309154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlxePGbFZmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1xMwSwSqBVU/s320/DSC00370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skinny, young n sweet back then. Now am fat n ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlxeOueaYPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fUyAWoiq_44/s1600-h/DSC01061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358261263750815986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlxeOueaYPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fUyAWoiq_44/s320/DSC01061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bday 2007 with Cass n Joan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlxcBcer9bI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RWkAWIXmd-g/s1600-h/DSC01088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358258836558575026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlxcBcer9bI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RWkAWIXmd-g/s320/DSC01088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bday 2007 with Angel n Cass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlxcA9H7OWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LTcsmgMUMkE/s1600-h/DSC02433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358258828141607266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlxcA9H7OWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LTcsmgMUMkE/s320/DSC02433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kristy's bday wish was to hug me so I couldn't refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlxZT5w_p7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/s5AZ3TW5UxU/s1600-h/Jameson+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358255855122753458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlxZT5w_p7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/s5AZ3TW5UxU/s320/Jameson+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bday 2007 with Sg. Long cg. Coz of them I come back Hope church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluYsi1FPUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TlVn7ieJNqQ/s1600-h/DSC02421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358044072718449986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluYsi1FPUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TlVn7ieJNqQ/s320/DSC02421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Tracy, my close fren since high school&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluYseODsbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/N9PJLgugCow/s1600-h/DSC02417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358044071481029042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluYseODsbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/N9PJLgugCow/s320/DSC02417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kristy's bday &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluYsK6xlfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e7kp07ZZW1c/s1600-h/DSC02325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358044066299876850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluYsK6xlfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e7kp07ZZW1c/s320/DSC02325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Tracy n Tylow. Tylow's gay, I thk he's once fallen for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluYr_YkAfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IItKVKg5it8/s1600-h/Image(2605).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358044063203590642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluYr_YkAfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IItKVKg5it8/s320/Image(2605).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tylow n friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluYrsH9h_I/AAAAAAAAALw/Sl2GP-n6qwo/s1600-h/DSC02157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358044058033686514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluYrsH9h_I/AAAAAAAAALw/Sl2GP-n6qwo/s320/DSC02157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me n Penny, secondary school friend. She's getting married soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluWnYZ9mtI/AAAAAAAAALo/ax5He5yolJo/s1600-h/MFA+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358041784997747410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluWnYZ9mtI/AAAAAAAAALo/ax5He5yolJo/s320/MFA+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Graduation day from MFA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluWnNCpS3I/AAAAAAAAALg/Pily31x73ZA/s1600-h/MFA+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358041781947157362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluWnNCpS3I/AAAAAAAAALg/Pily31x73ZA/s320/MFA+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my freinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluWmwkC-zI/AAAAAAAAALY/_v8SxsW29Uk/s1600-h/MFA+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358041774302624562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluWmwkC-zI/AAAAAAAAALY/_v8SxsW29Uk/s320/MFA+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Ludovick, he's my instructor from France&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluWmjHkSYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bdnZ7YgQIVM/s1600-h/DSC00303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358041770693511554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluWmjHkSYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bdnZ7YgQIVM/s320/DSC00303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steamboat at Seri Kembangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluWmT0KL1I/AAAAAAAAALI/JX6QAyF3h0w/s1600-h/DSC00295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358041766585577298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluWmT0KL1I/AAAAAAAAALI/JX6QAyF3h0w/s320/DSC00295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluTaO5wo_I/AAAAAAAAALA/zoPrdcAGAPQ/s1600-h/DSC02462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358038260573578226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluTaO5wo_I/AAAAAAAAALA/zoPrdcAGAPQ/s320/DSC02462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boy-next-door look??!!......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluTZsyOTNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wrBtOZPKrbI/s1600-h/DSC02961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358038251415162066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluTZsyOTNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wrBtOZPKrbI/s320/DSC02961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer's convo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluTZs-IxGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zwptYuefOjg/s1600-h/DSC03523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358038251465131106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluTZs-IxGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zwptYuefOjg/s320/DSC03523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mooncake festival 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluTZBRhcjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/on6lHoB8ITA/s1600-h/DSC04442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358038239735280178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluTZBRhcjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/on6lHoB8ITA/s320/DSC04442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me n youngest brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluTY9F7k0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/z6Y5_S0f3uI/s1600-h/DSC03556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358038238612919106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SluTY9F7k0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/z6Y5_S0f3uI/s320/DSC03556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me n youngest brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I lost all my memories one day, I know that I would still remember those moments my friends and I spent together. Friend, do you know what is the most beautiful and unforgettable memory one could ever have? It's the time you spent with the people you love and do things which you enjoy doing. I don't have many friends in my life, because many the times I fail to find a sincere friend who I can trust and rely on. Of course, I must admit that there were few friends of mine who were really caring and understand me well. Unfortunately, sometimes, those who you think you can count on disappoint you by doing something, whether intentionally or unintentionally, to hurt you and eventually a wonderful friendship hit the rock. Undoubtedly, I was bitterly upset by them and the stuff they did. But I won't blame them because I always choose to believe that it was never their intention to hurt me, even though I could be wrong. &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="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="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Years went by and some of my good friends have left me and some have started new life with new people. What can I say? Well, c'est la 'vie, that's life!! Friend comes and goes in our life and very few will remain by your side to care for you when you're sick, when you're facing challenge or when you're lonely. Human being are selfish, admit it. But I am always grateful for their short presence and companionship because they have given me the most wonderful and the sweetest memories in my life which will forever be kept in my memory bank. The past few years have not been easy for me. Despite having to face many challenges and difficulties, many of my friends did extend their care and lend me their helping hand and few even offer me shoulder to cry on. Every little things they did will be remembered and someday I would repay their kindness with kindness if ever they need help in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today, like many, I have moved on in my life as well. I'm so damn busy in my career and I have made many new friends as well. In comparison, those friends I know now are more cunning and selfish than my old friends. No wonder people say your friends in school are and will always be your best friend throughout your life. Today's society is so competitive and your colleague or co-worker are always competing with you. No wonder so many people have so many enemies in their work place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I went to Subang Parade today because my partner wanna have some discussion with me on our coming exam. It did bring back a lot of memories the moment I stepped right into the mall. You know what? The last time I went there was more than two years ago. I still remember I went there with my ex-colleague who had provided me shelther when I first came to KL to work. How time flies! I remember I went to the Carrefour there to buy few watermelons for his family as an act of gratitude for their help. I went to that same Carrefour I went two years ago. Nothing much there and after having been explored all the major shopping malls and supermarkets in KL these few years, I now realised that that Carrefour next to Subang Parade is one of the lousiest I have ever been because it's smelly, dirty and messy inside, still prefer the lousy Giant in Nilai, at least it's clean and organised inside, hahahahaha.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When I arrived home, I plugged in my external and start browsing through those pictures I took in the past. I realise that every picture has a story. And surprisingly, I remember every story behind the picture. I remember the occasion, people, venue and time. There are just too many stories to tell. And suddenly, I miss all my old friends so badly, so badly to the extent I wish I could turn back the time. But past is past, only memories will remain. I set aside everything tonight just to walk down through the memory lane, and I discovered a lot of forgotten stories, and I have decided to retell these stories for those who are interested to listen...............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-1475475583320869390?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/1475475583320869390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/07/walking-down-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/1475475583320869390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/1475475583320869390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/07/walking-down-memory-lane.html' title='Walking Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlxePGbFZmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1xMwSwSqBVU/s72-c/DSC00370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-5061226123525655692</id><published>2009-07-08T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:25:36.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilot's Inflight Meal (MAS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlTR47qC95I/AAAAAAAAAKY/pDtILIb3uOA/s1600-h/070106kulhkt2069xp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356136632867288978" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlTNxT1miDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NJafLOFMFlQ/s1600-h/1jul07jedkul3460sn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356132103872743474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlTNxT1miDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NJafLOFMFlQ/s320/1jul07jedkul3460sn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlTNxNacn9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/8qRQwyHJT0o/s1600-h/11sep069mmrd1186mwlh5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356132102148235218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlTNxNacn9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/8qRQwyHJT0o/s320/11sep069mmrd1186mwlh5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know many people out there have been wondering for a long time what kind of food pilots get served onboard especially those legacy airlines and major national carrier throughout the world. Well, I don't think I need to explain or describe those foods because the pictures here are worth more than thousand of words. Knowing MAS as a Five-star airlines, the food they serve inflight is surely not less than five-star, even though at times they serve bad food, not to some people's liking to be more precise. I guess this topic is defintely gonna be an interesting one and those pics will no doubt be an eye-opener for many of us here. Have fun browsing thru and drooling, hehehe.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-5061226123525655692?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/5061226123525655692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/07/pilots-inflight-meal-mas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/5061226123525655692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/5061226123525655692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/07/pilots-inflight-meal-mas.html' title='Pilot&apos;s Inflight Meal (MAS)'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlTR47qC95I/AAAAAAAAAKY/pDtILIb3uOA/s72-c/070106kulhkt2069xp5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-5389644752062397779</id><published>2009-07-07T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:51:56.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging By Thread</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlNeaFkY7UI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dG9hSbycBvI/s1600-h/3348146762_ecbcccb75a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355728184138067266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlNeaFkY7UI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dG9hSbycBvI/s320/3348146762_ecbcccb75a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If someone, your friend, colleague or classmate told u that he/she was hanging by a thread, what is the first thing that will cross your mind? Apparently, something has gone wrong!! Maybe some of us here don’t really understand the phrase “hanging by thread”. Well, it’s not hard to understand because it’s pretty straightforward and the phrase actually speaks for itself. The real meaning of this phrase is someone is in a very tough and uncertain situation, and is likely to fall to the bottom of the cliff if he is not careful because he’s hanging by thread, not rope, nor any other sort of thing that may keep him from falling. We all know that a thread can easily be broken into two simply by pulling it with our hands, let alone sustaining a person at high altitude from falling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, this phrase was used by one of my friends who are also a trainee in AA during one of our conversations. Honestly, I couldn’t help myself laughing the moment I heard him saying this because got some sense of humours there. He was actually using that phrase to reflect his current condition, which is pretty much same as me, very uncertain and is likely to fail our test because the training is just too tough and we all are preparing for the worst case scenario already. How pathetic!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maybe you’d be thinking we’re just too pessimistic and negative, but to tell you the truth, you just can’t be positive if you’re in our shoes and many the times we’re on the verge of giving up. Yeah, some people do talk about passion, enthusiasm, commitment or whatsoever… Screw those things… I don’t need them at this moment. Who cares about passion when you’re in this kind of situation? They’re dead, don’t tell me about how passionate you were in the past this and that, if you can see through your current difficulty, then you’re allowed to talk about them, else, just eat and sleep with your books everyday and be prepared to be bombarded by your instructor the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So guys, this is just part of the stories about the thing I have been thru recently. Many sacrifices have to be made, a lot of hard work has to be put, a lot of time and energy has to put as well. In fact, I never felt satisfied with my training and I always felt that something is missing or lacking. Imagine I need to live this kind of live throughout my flying career; it’s just too much to bear. Flying is stressful my friend, don’t think its fun. But I have chosen to pursue my dream in the first place, so I shouldn’t complain anything at all, else, why bother to be a pilot if you’re not interested? It’s time to do some reflections in this area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-5389644752062397779?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/5389644752062397779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/07/hanging-by-thread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/5389644752062397779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/5389644752062397779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/07/hanging-by-thread.html' title='Hanging By Thread'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SlNeaFkY7UI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dG9hSbycBvI/s72-c/3348146762_ecbcccb75a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-6991450032705346763</id><published>2009-06-24T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:45:24.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who looks better??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SkJurgSPXuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NyUNCZTmuOQ/s1600-h/5094_1020394846411_1721394244_36406_6260176_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350961000949440226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SkJurgSPXuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NyUNCZTmuOQ/s320/5094_1020394846411_1721394244_36406_6260176_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SkJt_-b7EJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GADxmFB7zqM/s1600-h/DSC06769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350960253128872082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SkJt_-b7EJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GADxmFB7zqM/s320/DSC06769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the answer is obvious. In fact, I shouldn't even bother to ask such question, because the guy in the first pic by the name of Nicholas, who is none other than my brother, is so dashingly good looking. I kalah liao la.... As the saying goes,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "强中自有强中手,一山還有一山高".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He just celebrated his 21-year-old birthday yesterday. A young guy like him who also dreams big like his elder brother, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, is a pilot-to-be as well. I wish him happy birthday here and all the best in his future career. Nicho, I'll always support u, n I believe u can do better than me..... I'm sorry for I didn't show a vy good example for u, please forgive me n I hope that u'll learn somethg fr my past mistake..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If I could turn back the time, I swore I would do the right thg n everythg would have been better today....I regretted for my deed, I really do!! And I truly believe that u hav a bright n big future ahead of u......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gambateh n don't giv up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-6991450032705346763?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/6991450032705346763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-looks-better.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/6991450032705346763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/6991450032705346763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-looks-better.html' title='Who looks better??'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SkJurgSPXuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NyUNCZTmuOQ/s72-c/5094_1020394846411_1721394244_36406_6260176_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-1375450718752304127</id><published>2009-06-22T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:51:31.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Collective of Good Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sj-hkSX0F_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/tOhgRhnyzQ0/s1600-h/DSC06720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sj-dcaTfbAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xGsxVBokvgI/s320/DSC06762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350167993762409474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sj-dVHrNcFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ao2S0m-JwoA/s1600-h/DSC06776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sj-dVHrNcFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ao2S0m-JwoA/s320/DSC06776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350167868502536274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sj-dMcNBiiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iEf7i-W3bIE/s1600-h/DSC06777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sj-dMcNBiiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iEf7i-W3bIE/s320/DSC06777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350167719394249250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sj-c_2NnmlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Of03Al8JIpM/s1600-h/DSC06429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sj-c_2NnmlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Of03Al8JIpM/s320/DSC06429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350167503037766226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone knows Jamie loves to eat, and a couple of months ago someone even called him  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"KingDavid", ie, "da wei wang"&lt;/span&gt; in mandarin, which means nothing but a person who have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HUGE APPETITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. As much as people give different weird and funny nicknames or opinions for his extraordinarily huge appetite, he never got upset and as a matter of fact, he couldn't care &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ANY LESS&lt;/span&gt; how people look at him, because he has the confidence that he will never gain even an extra pound no matter how much he eat, controllably or uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The trick?? When you find yourself eating too much in a single meal, then reduce the amount of food intake in your next meal or simply skip that meal. There's no need to eat three meals a day daily. It works for me this way. But if u're those &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT FOOD"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kind of person, then don't forget to exercise daily. A jog down to the park or cycling or swimming will do, at least thrice or four times a week, if not daily. If u're those who love to eat and yet lazy to do any exercise, then you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;DOOMED&lt;/span&gt;. I'm telling you that if you belong to this category, u're really doomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You might not agree with me by arguing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"well, my friend is damn skinny and no matter how&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;much he/she eat, he/she just won't put on weight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; My friend, those are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;UNHEALTHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;people, physically, either malnutrition or got hidden sickness in their body. I have few friends who are in this similar situation, it took me months to understand why they never put on weight. Guess what? In the end, I found out that they are not a real big eater as what they claimed they are. They eat two or one meal a day, and one of their meals is slightly bigger than normal meal, that's all, and so happened that u're with him/her that time n u saw it. It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;EASY&lt;/span&gt; not to gain weight if u belong to this group. A normal healthy person &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; grow. I just don't believe that a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NORMAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;person will not grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;If I told you I was once &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;85kg&lt;/span&gt;, would u believe me? Hard to believe isn't it? But it's no big deal. if u want to lose weight, u gotta sacrifice certain things. You want to stay healthy n looking slim n attractive, u gotta earn for it. Every good thing comes with a price, n yes, u need to pay the price to look good n slim. The easiest n most effective way to lose weight is to exercise. If u're lazy, then fast and starve urself if u can bear it n manage to resist the temptation of food. This method works for me. But if it doesn't work for u, then don't be lazy, again, lazy people are always doomed, not only in dieting but also in many other areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;So after few months of fighting in the battle field in this seemingly endless war in Jamie's training, he decided to escape in several different occasions and the best thing to do during each of his escape &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;WAS TO EAT&lt;/span&gt;, as much as he could, doesn't matter the price of food. To help to understand Jamie a little bit more, first u need to know besides eating good food, he can spare no expense in buying clothes and things he likes. In fact, he never met a price tag which he doesn't like, be it as little as few pennies or as exaggerate as astronomical amount. He would get it at all cost, as long as he likes it. As a result, he's vy careless in spending money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But in recent year, his spending on clothes n branded stuff has seen significant improvement after experiencing a series of money shortage situations. And mind you, he could be vy stingy on food as well at times especially after he has bought an expensive stuff. But this is not the case recently coz he was over-stressed n d only joy he could get was by eating food he wanted to eat, ranging from reasonable price to bombastic price, hahaha, bit exaggerated here but sometimes Japanese food does cost a bomb. So the following pics show a quite a number of different food he had eaten recently. Have fun reading and browsing thru those pics. And Oh, went IKEA to have dinner instead of furniture shopping that day...........................hehehehe..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-1375450718752304127?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/1375450718752304127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/06/collective-of-good-food.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/1375450718752304127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/1375450718752304127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/06/collective-of-good-food.html' title='Collective of Good Food'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sj-hkSX0F_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/tOhgRhnyzQ0/s72-c/DSC06720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-3736582709514458801</id><published>2009-05-31T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T06:56:54.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Went Pear-shaped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SiKJHRD4EOI/AAAAAAAAADw/pr2iojxQb5I/s1600-h/393px-Pears%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341982865946579170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SiKJHRD4EOI/AAAAAAAAADw/pr2iojxQb5I/s320/393px-Pears%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh............................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought everything was on the right track and it wasn't until last thursday that I realised things were getting out of hand and were kinda &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BEYOND REPAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I dunno who is to blame, whether me or my partner, bcos good partnership, hard work and team work do make a differene to the end result. Apparently, we failed to co-operate, someone was lagging behind and one cannot go on without the other one ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I couldn't believe that it was spoiled just like that and it wasn't even half way through the training yet. The juicy and tricky part are yet to come and the initial part had been screwed up big time already. It's all thanks to my slow and slack partner and the result was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;DISASTROUS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My instructor had tried every possible way to work thing out including thorough briefing, revision, teaching, reviewing, and extra lesson, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BUT TO NO AVAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My partner was too slow to catch up. My last training on thursday was awful, extremely awful, somethg beyond what your mind could ever imagined. Me and my partner experienced the greatest yelling and scolding ever, until the next door trainees were shocked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The outcome? I was told to proceed with &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; partner, goodness knows who and when will be my next training date as more trainees are joining and on top of that, short of training slot and instructor. My original schedule was completely disrupted and needless to say it will take a while before they manage to find me a new partner, slot and instructor to continue the training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I just don't understand why all these things must happen. I'm sicked and tired of it edi, I really had enough with it la, just give me a break la God, would u??? Sigh.......... Tell me, oh Lord, tell me how can I carry on like this?? I know I shouldn't be rude to you God, but this is just too much to bear! The only thing I can do now is waiting, yes, again. No choice. I believe that God you know my situation better than I do, and as I keep my faith in you, do not let me down oh Lord, send your deliverance to me in due time I pray. No hardship is too hard for God, right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-3736582709514458801?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/3736582709514458801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/05/training-went-pear-shaped.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/3736582709514458801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/3736582709514458801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/05/training-went-pear-shaped.html' title='Training Went Pear-shaped'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SiKJHRD4EOI/AAAAAAAAADw/pr2iojxQb5I/s72-c/393px-Pears%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-8773743838180770264</id><published>2009-05-13T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T02:35:31.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much On My Plate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SgryxX0u3aI/AAAAAAAAADc/PCtMQIYVZz8/s1600-h/DSC06669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335343638596476322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SgryxX0u3aI/AAAAAAAAADc/PCtMQIYVZz8/s320/DSC06669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sgrv9LSweUI/AAAAAAAAADU/2wzWn14RZDs/s1600-h/DSC06671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335340542856296770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sgrv9LSweUI/AAAAAAAAADU/2wzWn14RZDs/s320/DSC06671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SgrvZrzsDYI/AAAAAAAAADM/dlf0bGRHt8o/s1600-h/DSC00138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335339933109063042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SgrvZrzsDYI/AAAAAAAAADM/dlf0bGRHt8o/s320/DSC00138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yeah, damn straight, I hate training, and those annoying and seemingly endless trainings (new phase) have just begun this week…Oh man, damn sien lo I tell you!! I was so reluctant to kiss goodbye to my sweet little ten-day holidays which I had prior to the commencement of this nightmarish training. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look at the nice duffel bag shown above, isn’t it looks nice outwardly? But it’s hell inside. Can you see the different folders pile up on the floor? Interestingly, it&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TAKES A BAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to contain them. Amazing isn’t it? It’s even more amazing when you are actually told to read those folders. I still remember I actually&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;WENT BANANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on Sunday night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I met my instructor on Monday, a mat saleh guy by the name of Bruce. I thought he’s English and later I found out that he’s an American. It’s been a quite a while that I haven’t been trained by mat saleh ever since my flying school days few years back. I still remember I was criticized about my bad English those days. I thought we gonna have language barrier. But thank God I can understand most of his instructions during the training, I guess I’m just used to their accent already, though at times it takes me a while to figure out what he’s saying. For three days consecutively, I have been listening to each and every of his instructions carefully, from pre-training briefing, actual training to post-training briefing. And he really can talk a lot and at one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;point I felt like I was having&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TOO MUCH ON MY PLATE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, he’s quite happy with our performance (me and my partner), and we really had a good time of learning together and he shared lotsa his experiences and stories with us which has important lesson behind. Just today alone, he mentioned this statement twice, &lt;em&gt;“&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TIME&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;FLIES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEN WE’RE HAVING FUN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”. I must admit that I am truly blessed to have him as my instructor. Sadly, alas, he won’t take us all the way till the end of training and from next week onwards a new instructor will take over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, this is just the beginning. The journey is getting tougher and steeper ahead for sure. But then as the saying goes &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;“when the going gets tough, the tough gets going”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; In short, when things get harder, I gotta start working even harder to make it through. For the sake of my future, for the sake of my bread and butter &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(money is important to me at d moment),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I need to forge ahead with big strides. Yeah, I know it’s too much on my plate at d moment, and I’m really trying hard to cope with them. But then again, as my instructor said earlier, &lt;em&gt;“&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT’S SO MUCH WORTH IT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TO WORK HARD NOW FOR YOUR FUTURE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;”.&lt;/em&gt; So point taken and I hope to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOAR TOWARDS THE SKY SOON. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME ON BOARD AA FLIGHT. PLEASE FASTEN YOUR SEATBELT, I’M GONNA TAKE YOU INTO ANOTHER LEVEL OF FLYING EXPERIENCE WITH GREAT EXCITEMENT AND LUXURY SERVICE WHICH YOU’VE NEVER HAD EXPERIENCED BEFORE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-8773743838180770264?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/8773743838180770264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah-damn-straight-i-hate-training-and.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/8773743838180770264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/8773743838180770264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah-damn-straight-i-hate-training-and.html' title='Too Much On My Plate'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SgryxX0u3aI/AAAAAAAAADc/PCtMQIYVZz8/s72-c/DSC06669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-7914821209774562601</id><published>2009-05-04T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:39:04.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chance of a Lifetime !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sf8l7OZ7RYI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZBhlv8jpP8k/s1600-h/DSC06529+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332022183239304578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sf8l7OZ7RYI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZBhlv8jpP8k/s320/DSC06529+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sf8lh8z3lnI/AAAAAAAAACU/IdaBA6d101M/s1600-h/DSC06532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332021749019547250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sf8lh8z3lnI/AAAAAAAAACU/IdaBA6d101M/s320/DSC06532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sf8jFSL_6mI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZsJlhRot7vA/s1600-h/DSC06536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332019057518439010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sf8jFSL_6mI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZsJlhRot7vA/s320/DSC06536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sf8iJAHSagI/AAAAAAAAACE/CXQvMHRER9o/s1600-h/DSC06527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332018021874690562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sf8iJAHSagI/AAAAAAAAACE/CXQvMHRER9o/s320/DSC06527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sf8g0ZbqdCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uOl00xWslsQ/s1600-h/DSC06580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332016568382157858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sf8g0ZbqdCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uOl00xWslsQ/s320/DSC06580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has the recent global economy downturn affected you in any way, financially especially? 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Don't Judge Anyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Believe it or not. Susan Boyle wowed the judges and the audience with her extraordinary and astounding voice. She doesn't look pretty at all, and not to mention her age and learning disability. The moment she stood at the stage, when she was asked about her dream, people laughed at her because those dreams sounded stupid considering her external appearance and age. So the judges, especially Simon Cowell, without taking much interest in her simply let her to perform the performance she was about to give. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So that's the moment when the biggest amazement ever was about to take everyone from forth to back and side to side. With great confidence emitting constantly from her entire being, she sang a song which title is "I dreamed a dream" and as she sang the first note, people were just amazed at her angelic voice including myself. I was stunned by her performance by watching Youtube, and you can imagine those audience who attended her show that remarkable night, I bet they all must have had a remarkable memory about her! After finished singing her song, standing ovation was given and of course deafening cheers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If you ask me, I don't think I know how to appreciate people's singing skill, but even as unprofessional as I am in this area, I know that that was a superb performance ever presented and her voice doesn't take a professional to tell how good it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ironically, I just read about her news in paper last night and the moment I saw this woman I was like &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;what makes you deserve to be famous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"? And I even thought of maybe UK has got no better looking and talented people so that's why she was chosen. And as chance would have it, I received an email talking about how God had used this woman to prove many wrong, because all too often, we human being tend to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUDGE THE BOOK BY ITS COVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, aren't we??? This is truly an occurence worth pondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ever wondered why I would spend time to write this topic? The reason is simple, because there are many great lessons behind this lovely performance which performed by this unlovely woman! In the end of the day, her look didn't take into consideration anymore, isn't it unbelievable? What matters in the end is her voice, yes, it's the voice that &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;COUNTS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Isn't it ironic, since none of the judges and audience had had any expectation on her and yet she dropped everyone's jaws in the end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The lesson I learnt today is do not judge the book by its cover! I started to reflect on the occasion which I had underestimated anyone in my life, intentionally or unintentionally. Some people are always outstanding in everything they do because they are highly educated and also their well-to-do background. Some people are always loser, without much education or even &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ILLITERATE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;At first glance, winners are always winners, losers are always losers. But today, not only we heard about the story of Susan, but there are also a lot of good examples among our community that those who hide themselves and who has always been regarded as loser, has taken many of us by surprise and the result and achievement in their life have broadly surpassed those so called winner. They are just slow and probably need some time to catch up, but that doesn't rule out the possibility of success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ever heard of "&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DARK HORSE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"? So don't make conclusion of a person's success or failure by looking at thier life, because &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU'LL NEVER KNOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what would happen in future. And this is truly a good lesson for those who &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LOVES TO UNDERESTIMATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; people's ability. I hope that you and I have learnt something today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-1744110013209822327?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/1744110013209822327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/04/believe-it-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/1744110013209822327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/1744110013209822327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/04/believe-it-or-not.html' title='An Awe-Inspiring Lesson! Don&apos;t Judge Anyone!'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-3121626335038157490</id><published>2009-04-22T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:16:36.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently, my training started again after a long break. I was very afraid few days before the training, so I asked my partner, who will be accompanying me for the rest of my training to practise together with me at AA academy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;There're&lt;/span&gt; few reasons why we have to work extra hard. For one thing, it helps us to recall what we'd learnt during the last training and for another, due to lack of co-operation and practice in the last training, we thought it would be nice to practise in order to improve our performance and communication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the first day of a new training has finally arrived. Though both of us were pretty much frightened by it, we knew that we had no choice but to face it and move on. Then we met our instructor and we went to briefing room to have some discussions before the session started. So the food of thought which I would like to share with you guys will be the things I heard from this instructor the moment our conversation started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first question he asked was&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"do you guys have any questions?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I thought he's referring to our training so I asked a technical question. Strangely, he said this &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;just put aside your training at&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this moment. Let's ask something more interesting like how your career path will be like in few years time from now." "Do you want to know how is it gonna be like? Are you interested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;know?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Without considering much, me and my partner nodded our head and were eagerly waiting to know what kind of answer he would give. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you work hard from now on, it's not at all a problem to be promoted to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WIDE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;body aircraft in two years time. And in five years time, you'll have&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; HIGH&lt;/span&gt; chance to be promoted to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;become&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CAPTAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;this's&lt;/span&gt; what he told us. He then continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I felt sad to see that many of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;guys today &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt; to see this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OPPORTUNITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;with all the poor performances many of you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;showed, it's in fact a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SADDENING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;scene to look at !!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After hearing what he'd said, I felt so ashamed, I felt so useless because I was one of them who failed to see this opportunity. It's really a wake-up call for me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;PULL MY SOCKS UP&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Do you realise that you're now working with the best low cost airline in the world and is also one of the leading airlines among all its competitors?" "Some people say AA is far from it, some say AA is close to becoming one, but I say AA is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;GETTING THERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Again, a rude awakening for me because I truly have neglected the fact that AA is indeed a highly reputable company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You guys should cut down all your entertainment for the sake of this training. Reduce your night life, party and all that."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After that he started to share with us about his stories in the past. He said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was jobless for few years before I landed a job in AA. At that time I was a DJ in disco. I'd been working in many different pubs and discos and there is not a single pub in KL which I don't know. I'd seen people partying, dancing and doing all sorts of crazy and funny things in the pub at night.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They thought they're happy. But no, they're not, because eventually the pub will close early morning and all lights will out, the curtain will fall and the show will be over. There they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;were,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;not knowing that the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SUN WILL STILL RISE IN THE MORNING AND THEY STILL NEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;TO FACE REALITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;. That's why, those who refuse to face reality hate the sun, when sun rises they'll go to bed until the sun sets, until everything is in darkness, because the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SUN REFLECTS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;REALITY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;With that, I really couldn't agree with what he said anymore because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I WAS ONCE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;EXPERIENCING THE SAME THING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, it's over now and that period of time was truly the darkest days in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Guys, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; MAKE SURE I GIVE MY HUNDRED PERCENT IN TEACHING YOU, BUT I EXPECT YOU TO PUT IN HUNDRED AND FIFTY PERCENT OF EFFORT TO LEARN, HAVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I MADE MYSELF CLEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;?" "&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WORK HARD FOR TODAY, BECAUSE THINGS ARE GETTING HARDER TOMORROW, AND YOU'LL REALISE MANY THE TIMES THINGS ARE ALWAYS EASIER TODAY THAN TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At once, I captured the importance of working hard and I swore to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;myself I will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;DO WHAT I HAVE PROMISED, TO GIVE MY HEART AND SOUL FOR THIS TRAINING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear all who is reading this, I urge you, no matter what thing you do, in your studies or working, please put in 150 percent effort because in the end of the day, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE BUT YOU ALWAYS HAVE SOMETHING TO GAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guys, let's &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ENDEAVOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for a better future and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;KEEP PRESSING ON&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-3121626335038157490?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/3121626335038157490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/3121626335038157490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/3121626335038157490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410607256185643904.post-4574179342973928592</id><published>2009-03-27T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:49:43.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I gaze into your eyes......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I gaze into youe eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see naiveness. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SczvgSJGJcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/v3e6fz6vPXA/s1600-h/DSC06228+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317888597922555330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SczvgSJGJcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/v3e6fz6vPXA/s320/DSC06228+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I gaze into your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;I see genuineness.&lt;br /&gt;When I gaze into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see kindness.&lt;br /&gt;When I gaze into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see loveliness.&lt;br /&gt;When I gaze into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see thoughtfulness.&lt;br /&gt;When I gaze into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see sadness.&lt;br /&gt;When I gaze into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;When I gaze into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see blueness.&lt;br /&gt;When I gaze into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;When I gaze into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see desperateness.&lt;br /&gt;When I gaze into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see helplessness.&lt;br /&gt;When I gaze into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I hadn’t seen you. My heart was torn into pieces. Your eyes revealed all your feelings and emotions. Your image was lingering on my mind as if it can be seen very clearly even in the pith-dark room of mine at night. I try to forget, but I couldn’t help noticing and remembering all those deep feelings showed in your eyes. Oh dear, this is too much to bear. My heart felt like bursting…. I bet you felt the same. Finally, I wish u luck in your new job. My prayer will always be with you wherever you go. Take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4410607256185643904-4574179342973928592?l=jameson772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/feeds/4574179342973928592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-gaze-into-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/4574179342973928592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4410607256185643904/posts/default/4574179342973928592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameson772.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-gaze-into-your-eyes.html' title='When I gaze into your eyes......'/><author><name>Jameson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10761040974706212650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/Sczz5ZHhTGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T9_jZ46H3uY/S220/AA5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwdHngk7vGc/SczvgSJGJcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/v3e6fz6vPXA/s72-c/DSC06228+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
