<?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-5529084694568474383</id><updated>2012-02-08T04:12:23.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes Through the Telescope</title><subtitle type='html'>Everyone sails alone. But we can travel side by side...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-294791009302968250</id><published>2010-01-09T23:27:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:39:27.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unconditional</title><content type='html'>I'll love, even if I know you will leave one day.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go, to wherever You want me to go.&lt;br /&gt;I know, those who choose to stay will run with me together :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-294791009302968250?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/294791009302968250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=294791009302968250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/294791009302968250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/294791009302968250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2010/01/unconditional.html' title='unconditional'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-6451963314700488105</id><published>2009-11-29T02:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:21:07.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dagger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been thinking for a while now and I have a name... ever since Joel got a puppy for himself. I thought, why not I'll get myself one too? It's been a long time since I have a dog, I know at least, they wont leave you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They'll be there :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SxFyIFyOqYI/AAAAAAAAAmc/eem4Idj-4FE/s400/goldenpuppy.jpg.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-6451963314700488105?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/6451963314700488105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=6451963314700488105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6451963314700488105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6451963314700488105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2009/11/dagger.html' title='dagger'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SxFyIFyOqYI/AAAAAAAAAmc/eem4Idj-4FE/s72-c/goldenpuppy.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-6124798064772821644</id><published>2009-09-11T01:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:23:04.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspirational... he is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SqlSucNqVdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Y27jkzl3Pa4/s1600-h/jobs_2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SqlSucNqVdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Y27jkzl3Pa4/s400/jobs_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379922187671721426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SqlSuALOHhI/AAAAAAAAAmI/WTqF8ni6ZQo/s1600-h/jobs_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SqlSuALOHhI/AAAAAAAAAmI/WTqF8ni6ZQo/s400/jobs_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379922180145290770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;If Steve Jobs pass away one day, I will miss him so much like how I miss MJ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;So glad to have him in our generation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Both men have been a great inspiration to me. Their commitment to excellence, pure genius.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Many label them as perfectionist. But I know... sometimes when a product or performance is not ready... means is not ready.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-6124798064772821644?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/6124798064772821644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=6124798064772821644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6124798064772821644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6124798064772821644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspirations-way-he-is.html' title='inspirational... he is'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SqlSucNqVdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Y27jkzl3Pa4/s72-c/jobs_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5712418946346583737</id><published>2009-08-15T05:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:23:41.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slow down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;When you’re unsure of the way or the road is slippery... slow down. It is always easier to brake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;That’s the way you should drive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That's the way of the wise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-5712418946346583737?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5712418946346583737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5712418946346583737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5712418946346583737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5712418946346583737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2009/08/slow-donwn.html' title='slow down'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-4539919958969020384</id><published>2009-07-20T20:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:24:04.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skinny jean</title><content type='html'>CKK: Why are you wearing skinny jean?&lt;div&gt;Me: This is not skinny jean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CKK : *double check* If this is not skinny jean, why it is so tight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Bcos I'm skinny..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CKK: -.-"'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, CKK = Chan Kam Kam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-4539919958969020384?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/4539919958969020384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=4539919958969020384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/4539919958969020384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/4539919958969020384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2009/07/skinny-jean.html' title='skinny jean'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5342967967255801113</id><published>2009-07-15T03:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:24:31.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/Slzd2s7uCII/AAAAAAAAAlw/FsdLdoXIIZc/s1600-h/IMG_0031-590.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/Slzd2s7uCII/AAAAAAAAAlw/FsdLdoXIIZc/s400/IMG_0031-590.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358401588508362882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my blog template can give the picture bigger space... it looks great with larger size tho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-5342967967255801113?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5342967967255801113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5342967967255801113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5342967967255801113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5342967967255801113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2009/07/there.html' title='there'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/Slzd2s7uCII/AAAAAAAAAlw/FsdLdoXIIZc/s72-c/IMG_0031-590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-2592662842668018993</id><published>2009-05-26T02:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:26:36.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is simple</title><content type='html'>... when you've made the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is all about Just. Do. It. now~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-2592662842668018993?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/2592662842668018993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=2592662842668018993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2592662842668018993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2592662842668018993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-simple.html' title='life is simple'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-2148144600202818424</id><published>2009-05-23T08:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:43:48.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honest enough</title><content type='html'>I believe, in whatever you do, be honest to yourself, first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-2148144600202818424?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/2148144600202818424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=2148144600202818424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2148144600202818424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2148144600202818424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2009/05/honest-enough.html' title='honest enough'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5401899491677304071</id><published>2009-05-22T15:00:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:25:19.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a resurgent heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/ShePzN1tpPI/AAAAAAAAAkI/COMQqaQkaAM/s1600-h/DSC_022901_edited-202.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338893993322063090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/ShePzN1tpPI/AAAAAAAAAkI/COMQqaQkaAM/s400/DSC_022901_edited-202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's what happened on Saturday, I went back to visit uncle Jeremiah and show support to his family, dear friends of mine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SheVS5gVG5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/8Q-DeLIn0cY/s1600-h/IMG_0027-206_perp-207.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338900035177618322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SheVS5gVG5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/8Q-DeLIn0cY/s400/IMG_0027-206_perp-207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Upon arrival, greeted by aunt Grace, it wasn’t hard to notice her weight lost and also her trademark smile give me a moment thinking everything was fine. But I soon find out it was not, uncle was weak, pale, and hardly talk but what he had to say, is something I’ll remember as long as I lives…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Commit to the Lord.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“...Never leave the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ord.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I stood there speechless, looking at his deteriorati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ng body outmatched his own will... we left. Stop at Joanne’s and dine with her family. They also lost their mum few years ago with the same disease – cancer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sail back to KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338487214434750850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/ShYd1kZZEYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/EIPsTXle2b8/s400/road_home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A few days later, uncle passed away. I can feel the earth is silent for a long while… or was it just me. Another few days later, I'm back again to pay my last respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/ShePzCsV31I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/JJvzeYaUdHU/s1600-h/IMG_005204.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338893990329966418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/ShePzCsV31I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/JJvzeYaUdHU/s400/IMG_005204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was a big funeral, hundreds attended each night for 3 heartening nights. Little did I know him personally, I never thought he will have an impact in my life, but not until now… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Funeral service, white flowers, used tissues, most of the attendees were old. The testimonies shared by many shares the lost of a good friend, a leader, a loved one. But what send me into 6th dimension is when the testimonies echos “we will see him again, we will die too…” Like everything fast forward, I saw myself sleep inside the coffin, lifeless.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; saw vision of those faithful people I know is doing good deeds and storing treasure in the storehouse of heaven, I saw how uncle lived a faithful life, lived sacr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ificially, also visited a scene where Jesus keep reminding His disciples that His death is coming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I finally see the light. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A light that bought me to understand, we are here to do good, to give, to offer and leave as soon as we done. This life is a test. A preparation for eternity. Whichever calling we endure, each as unique as finger print. All the same - to give, about others. World mission, feeding t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;he poor, or love your wife, feed our kids. I believe you hav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e more to add…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I came back with a new heart. Things start changing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/ShdER-WpWoI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Vv_O7s8PaxY/s1600-h/acte.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338810958857460354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/ShdER-WpWoI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Vv_O7s8PaxY/s400/acte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Listening to Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Across The Earth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-5401899491677304071?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5401899491677304071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5401899491677304071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5401899491677304071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5401899491677304071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2009/05/resurgent-heart.html' title='a resurgent heart'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/ShePzN1tpPI/AAAAAAAAAkI/COMQqaQkaAM/s72-c/DSC_022901_edited-202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-4333731857502454177</id><published>2009-05-13T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:21:56.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson learned</title><content type='html'>Compassion should be selective, guarded. If not careful, there could be thief among the poor. – JYJL 13 Mav 09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-4333731857502454177?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/4333731857502454177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=4333731857502454177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/4333731857502454177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/4333731857502454177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2009/05/lesson-learned.html' title='lesson learned'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5224198605902577622</id><published>2009-05-02T06:26:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:10:22.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is beautiful behind the mess v3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;stranger - secondhand serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is a most played song back in "those" days. Top song of the month. Reminds me of someone who once appear to be my world. Well, It is a story goes like - you have given all you have but received a cold shoulder in return. It took me a long struggle to realize it won’t work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s nice today, I become a more mature, down to earth &amp;amp; secured person. Although I feel a bit dead from the inside, but it still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Upon the lesson learned...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“The thing you don’t want will found precious in someone's eyes. Think again &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;before taking it for granted.&lt;/span&gt;” - JYJL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...modified from Joyce Meyer sermon actually… which also derived from one of Laverne’s older post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t give someone a priority when he only thinks you’re an option.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep stuff. But it’s true. Don't worry, not going the round of depression, just like to share some light with the world. Hope these quotes inspires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll have a long day today. Nervous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-5224198605902577622?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5224198605902577622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5224198605902577622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5224198605902577622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5224198605902577622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-beautiful-behind-mess.html' title='is beautiful behind the mess v3'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5284761078920081175</id><published>2009-04-14T03:14:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:00:26.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rare species</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have spent some time micro manage my photo folders... It is hard work. While doing that, I have found a photo I was planning to post here but, never get to do it. So here it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SeOZy6Tv7uI/AAAAAAAAAhY/B6E953zZ0y0/s400/Car2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was WOW by the paint job obviously. It just feel irresistible to take a picture of rare species.&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/5529084694568474383-5284761078920081175?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5284761078920081175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5284761078920081175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5284761078920081175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5284761078920081175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2009/04/rare-species.html' title='rare species'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SeOZy6Tv7uI/AAAAAAAAAhY/B6E953zZ0y0/s72-c/Car2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-6312457628556057014</id><published>2009-02-19T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:09:34.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true freedom</title><content type='html'>This is my latest quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Discipline is freedom." - JYJL 17th February, 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-6312457628556057014?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/6312457628556057014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=6312457628556057014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6312457628556057014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6312457628556057014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-freedom.html' title='true freedom'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-2768908827438658176</id><published>2009-02-16T00:25:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:14:06.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be strong</title><content type='html'>Many bad news came like a wave these days. My emotions also follow the waves after another. Although bad news is not happen to me but it put me up in many sleepless night. It again reminds me how fragile life is, and hard to predict our future. I think that's why, the message of hope is still relevant today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To uncle Jeremiah, I have this unwillingness to believe that this is your time yet. God will come through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, I commit my mum in prevent prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, there's a constant battle within our mind between hope and fear... let's choose hope together... fence off the fear and be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SZhPb8avc4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/c3Kn30hKveY/s1600-h/TAAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303075902722110338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SZhPb8avc4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/c3Kn30hKveY/s200/TAAR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Listening to Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The All-American Rejects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-2768908827438658176?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/2768908827438658176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=2768908827438658176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2768908827438658176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2768908827438658176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-strong.html' title='be strong'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SZhPb8avc4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/c3Kn30hKveY/s72-c/TAAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-3940700592742974429</id><published>2009-02-01T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:51:07.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you have a calling</title><content type='html'>I found this by accident. Take a look :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=5274486208839508779&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-3940700592742974429?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/3940700592742974429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=3940700592742974429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/3940700592742974429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/3940700592742974429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-have-calling.html' title='you have a calling'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-7045042207446739500</id><published>2008-12-18T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:01:21.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please..</title><content type='html'>I should update the blog.. I should update the blog.. UPdate the blog... UPDATE the blog.. pls update the blog.... arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute... ya.. I think I just updated the blog. Hehe. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-7045042207446739500?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/7045042207446739500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=7045042207446739500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7045042207446739500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7045042207446739500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/12/please.html' title='please..'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-7206782270377593981</id><published>2008-11-21T09:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:48:09.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturated</title><content type='html'>After a long wait lasted a few months. I'm finally standing in front of the entrance of Expo 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was my first hand experience of rushing, queing and always hunting for everything like, dining table and worst case senario, apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the hard part but it became worthwhile when the presence of God came and touch us. Like tonight, I cry... Uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart were melting down. I heard a gentle whisper, it calm the noisy music. Together with more image of Japan rushing into my mind one by one. It was that vision again. With that, I added a new goal for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all are blessed. If I like a blogy title I would like to put "saturated..for Asia, Japan 2009".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted with &lt;a href="http://lifecast.sleepydog.net/"&gt;LifeCast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-7206782270377593981?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/7206782270377593981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=7206782270377593981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7206782270377593981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7206782270377593981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturated.html' title='saturated'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-2231120286620880429</id><published>2008-10-26T17:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:24:43.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>public relation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Beckham teach me something today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SQRCBZEsvFI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Qx9ALJtae7I/s400/beck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's why everyone drawn to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-2231120286620880429?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/2231120286620880429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=2231120286620880429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2231120286620880429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2231120286620880429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/10/public-relation.html' title='public relation'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SQRCBZEsvFI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Qx9ALJtae7I/s72-c/beck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-7322741489611659864</id><published>2008-10-23T16:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:48:37.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deadly; beauty</title><content type='html'>..out of the trees on the street. I never realize there's one dead. I snap it when I walking on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260274486088172402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SQA_xmRWA3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/sDjov56sPcY/s400/sky1_xprt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-7322741489611659864?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/7322741489611659864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=7322741489611659864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7322741489611659864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7322741489611659864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/10/deadly-beauty.html' title='deadly; beauty'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SQA_xmRWA3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/sDjov56sPcY/s72-c/sky1_xprt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-1245507066794867278</id><published>2008-10-22T16:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:12:01.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>has been awhile</title><content type='html'>Actually, I have lost the urge to write more blogs. Not hard to tell huh. Indeed, keeping the blog alive demands great effort... hardwork. Well, not that I've don't already know. Looking back at the older post... I wonder who wrote these things. Because there's so many things taken place in real life doesn't record automatically into the cyber world . As I notice the counter is still counting I wonder does people really enjoy being tortured by my poor grammar and sometimes depressive post hahaha. Thank you for pop by sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that, I feel like dropping a few words here before this blog is turning into a photo blog. There are many WIP-half written blog seated in my phone without making its way to be publish due to my artist-perfectionist-ever-correcting behavior that always not satisfy enough with it... enough to make to the public. I constantly checking the originality, the flow, the mood, the message to be really good stuff before showing the world... and that end ups not much updates here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post those long written blogs slowly soon... one by one... I only hope I can bare with myself now haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-1245507066794867278?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/1245507066794867278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=1245507066794867278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1245507066794867278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1245507066794867278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/10/has-been-awhile.html' title='has been awhile'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-8419371682864147038</id><published>2008-10-21T16:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:02:55.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>color on sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SP2Y0mH0-YI/AAAAAAAAAWk/8RQIWX1MzLI/s400/photo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SP2Y09zjwhI/AAAAAAAAAWs/unL9V1H7okQ/s400/photo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SP4b2AtvZQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ADMipw5MShs/s400/Photo+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SP4Zc1Z_eyI/AAAAAAAAAW8/1tPW0PMjtfI/s400/photo+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SP4VbSZd_OI/AAAAAAAAAW0/M_tyCAZvWHE/s400/photo2.jpg" /&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/5529084694568474383-8419371682864147038?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/8419371682864147038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=8419371682864147038' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8419371682864147038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8419371682864147038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/10/color-on-sunday-wip.html' title='color on sunday'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SP2Y0mH0-YI/AAAAAAAAAWk/8RQIWX1MzLI/s72-c/photo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-7265028619517244435</id><published>2008-10-09T23:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:01:49.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss u</title><content type='html'>Today, as I sat down from morning rush. He come over to checkout my iPhone. I let him play, and demo for him like a good salesman but he looks somewhat anxious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later of the day, he come over to my table again and show me a mp3 player. It is a no-brand replica of iPhone. We began to explore some features, watched a Japanese MV. The mp3 player struggled with our expectation. He finally reveal his anxiety...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"I bought this for my sister lar... She always wanted a mp3 player."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out with him. Although it is a replica but it still cost some money. He loves his sister because I know, his paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he left for dinner, I heard a cracking inside. I wish... I wish my sister is here instead of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were here, sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;written on Sept 3rd, 2008 iPhone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-7265028619517244435?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/7265028619517244435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=7265028619517244435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7265028619517244435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7265028619517244435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-miss-u.html' title='i miss u'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-4043080023609478211</id><published>2008-09-18T05:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:50:06.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after</title><content type='html'>After a series of events, I don't mind losing anything anymore. Because I didn't own anything in the first place. I'll keep moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-4043080023609478211?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/4043080023609478211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=4043080023609478211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/4043080023609478211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/4043080023609478211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/09/after.html' title='after'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-2157280399680467436</id><published>2008-08-25T00:57:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:00:24.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they says</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's some best things I've heard over the past few weeks.. They've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I tell the actors, what I tell myself. I know you are tired. I know you’re maybe burn out, you’re maybe been distracted and you’re not in the moment at all. You’re just working on pure technique, emotionally you maybe dried up. But just take a moment and really embrace the fear of knowing that 10 years from now, 20 years from now. You’re gonna be watching this and you’re gonna be very very unhappy that you didn’t dig down and try to get more out of yourself and know that this moment come one time. I know you’re tired, I know you’re beat up but you still have the resources to pull something out if you really want it." - Sylvester Stallone on Rambo: It’s a long road. Resurrection of an icon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Which he reminds me of another similar saying but, in shorter form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pain is temporal, art is forever." - Peter Jackson on LOTR&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For POS ppls, and whoever needs strength. Hope these quotes got you some energy boost. In that 15 secs, I think Stallone is a good director. Put that aside. I didn't expect this is coming... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love, will always inconvenience." - Li Li &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stick on my head ever since... It's true, to love someone we'll have to adjust the speed, to walk together. May I suggest you to watch The Pursuit of Happiness (if you havn't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't let others tell you what you can't, *few seconds*...not even me." - Chris Gardner on The Pursuit of Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SLJoZ_VZbAI/AAAAAAAAAWU/yBkK8fhP_Eo/s1600-h/josbro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SLOswy13awI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HmTQHkTpiyg/s1600-h/josbro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238720745843419906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SLOswy13awI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HmTQHkTpiyg/s400/josbro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to - Hold On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-2157280399680467436?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/2157280399680467436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=2157280399680467436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2157280399680467436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2157280399680467436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/08/they-says.html' title='they says'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SLOswy13awI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HmTQHkTpiyg/s72-c/josbro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5290251300096315180</id><published>2008-08-18T13:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:00:57.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caffein nation</title><content type='html'>Friend: When do you wake up normally?&lt;br /&gt;Me: erm. around 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: SO LATE? Ain't you have to work that time?&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's the time I drink coffee.. actually. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: -_-|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you wake up normally?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-5290251300096315180?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5290251300096315180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5290251300096315180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5290251300096315180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5290251300096315180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/08/caffeination.html' title='caffein nation'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-621204840386846076</id><published>2008-08-13T02:09:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:30:46.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long candy bar</title><content type='html'>People love to do photo blog lately. Ok, before it's too late. I have some candy for you. CHC just had some of the best services of the year recently. It ignites love for the huge family I shared 6 years, if not already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJXpBasxfpI/AAAAAAAAASM/V7L54vk-J9M/s1600-h/Church_Anni_Sat+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230342752816955026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJXpBasxfpI/AAAAAAAAASM/V7L54vk-J9M/s400/Church_Anni_Sat+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJXqrlYWKBI/AAAAAAAAASk/5UmGtVAPgns/s1600-h/Church_Anni_Sat+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230344576750200850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJXqrlYWKBI/AAAAAAAAASk/5UmGtVAPgns/s400/Church_Anni_Sat+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SKHlirGp-gI/AAAAAAAAAV0/D0OPcZzrswQ/s1600-h/Church_Anni_Sat+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233716625830181378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SKHlirGp-gI/AAAAAAAAAV0/D0OPcZzrswQ/s400/Church_Anni_Sat+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SKHmYhqECfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3vCBFmgDiD0/s1600-h/Church_Anni_Sat+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233717551007271410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SKHmYhqECfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3vCBFmgDiD0/s400/Church_Anni_Sat+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night we celebrated our 7th anniversary. Back then, I never thought we could looks this good! We're always have a desire to be cool but we just... ah beng reincarnation. lol. I still have those ancient remains featuring dull boring tie and pants… and uncle hairstyle lol. I bet no one willing to parade them anymore. Feel embarrassing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJXpknxZ2_I/AAAAAAAAASU/fuJKXesVRtU/s1600-h/Church_Anni_Sat+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230343357621459954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJXpknxZ2_I/AAAAAAAAASU/fuJKXesVRtU/s400/Church_Anni_Sat+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the artsy side, I like this picture for the fact if I lay my hand to cover the left side, I'll see Abel with the crowd in "monotone" and if I cover the right side, I'll see the colorful choir and singers. Abel is my ticket to hold the interest in both sides. I like the composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a lover of clean background. Pastor just emerges into the background. All I have is his emotion and posture. Zero distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJXqr4OKIYI/AAAAAAAAASs/X9KRAAemz-I/s1600-h/Church_Anni_Sat+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230344581807743362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJXqr4OKIYI/AAAAAAAAASs/X9KRAAemz-I/s400/Church_Anni_Sat+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The story behind all these pictures were started out as a curiosity to find out how my new camera can do in low light situation and my skill in fast paced concert-like environment. I took a great hit of failure on Friday night because the pictures turn out really bad. As predicted, light is my struggle. Most of the shots were underexposing. Went home saddened (greatly). And spent overnight digging solutions. Before sunrise, I got a reference of a concert camera setting and sorted out all the little things that went wrong. Went to sleep, woke up, went to shot again. You bet, I went home a happy kiddy finally. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJX5IaXArcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/a9Hk1HKGWh0/s1600-h/church_anni_fri+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230360465170804162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJX5IaXArcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/a9Hk1HKGWh0/s400/church_anni_fri+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the services, here's some fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJYI2fBGiUI/AAAAAAAAATs/mqh645UeKp0/s1600-h/church_anni_fri+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230377749369489730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJYI2fBGiUI/AAAAAAAAATs/mqh645UeKp0/s400/church_anni_fri+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SKHVgYGT0eI/AAAAAAAAAVM/YJGm8okncFQ/s1600-h/church_anni_fri+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233698994182672866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SKHVgYGT0eI/AAAAAAAAAVM/YJGm8okncFQ/s400/church_anni_fri+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adrian in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think every church will have a handsome with a guitar that every girls dream they will be the lucky girl. Our church been "blessed" with a few. Handsome come handsome go, after a few "generations" Adrian is our latest hot satay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJX8Ff_cwEI/AAAAAAAAATM/pEuqM4IUaO0/s1600-h/church_anni_fri+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230363713677869122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJX8Ff_cwEI/AAAAAAAAATM/pEuqM4IUaO0/s400/church_anni_fri+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJX8FI6M1ZI/AAAAAAAAATE/wJJVhc358rc/s1600-h/church_anni_fri+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230363707481838994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJX8FI6M1ZI/AAAAAAAAATE/wJJVhc358rc/s400/church_anni_fri+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I guess everyone in the worship team have their own fansi. This guy claim great territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJYHz4ubDYI/AAAAAAAAATk/zOoj9hwVwmo/s1600-h/church_anni_fri+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230376605219229058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJYHz4ubDYI/AAAAAAAAATk/zOoj9hwVwmo/s400/church_anni_fri+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the manhunt, we all witness those girls screeeeamm their lung out, (guys too!) I always enjoy the way he serenade the crowd. Way to go bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SKHZetpzi9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/WOjf2H67lgM/s1600-h/church_anni_fri+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233703363655470034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SKHZetpzi9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/WOjf2H67lgM/s400/church_anni_fri+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of who claim the biggest fan base, no one can beat this guy yet. We hands down...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SKHY39BYC5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/SZ1j00pZaQ0/s1600-h/church_anni_fri+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233702697765964690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SKHY39BYC5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/SZ1j00pZaQ0/s400/church_anni_fri+200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was selecting photos, stumble on Kelvin's birthday, these pictures just brought me to their crazy laughter (in imagination).&lt;kelvin's&gt;&lt;/kelvin's&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;kelvin's&gt;&lt;/kelvin's&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJ1ITOc3XJI/AAAAAAAAAVE/XFhZo6v8Dkk/s1600-h/kkbdy_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232417837208263826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJ1ITOc3XJI/AAAAAAAAAVE/XFhZo6v8Dkk/s400/kkbdy_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJ1ITBBV22I/AAAAAAAAAU8/4a4tLZyphoI/s1600-h/kkbdy_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232417833603160930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJ1ITBBV22I/AAAAAAAAAU8/4a4tLZyphoI/s400/kkbdy_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's obvious; this is just some normal snapshots, or rather inspiring. But beyond all the tech talk and art-call. At the end, photo is photo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the moment&lt;/span&gt; that bears lasting value. I love these guys really; they don't know how to stop laughing. lol. Thank you for keeping my night sane. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good photograph meant for a life time. After more than a month of newly-wed mood now, I foresee the lifelong photography challenges will be capturing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the moment&lt;/span&gt; with the mastery of skills and artistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-621204840386846076?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/621204840386846076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=621204840386846076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/621204840386846076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/621204840386846076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-candy-bar.html' title='a long candy bar'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SJXpBasxfpI/AAAAAAAAASM/V7L54vk-J9M/s72-c/Church_Anni_Sat+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-8377346649521175608</id><published>2008-07-29T10:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:03:25.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vibe, sun, run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SI-cJ7oOzeI/AAAAAAAAASE/jv8pFMrHcPw/s1600-h/Night_Dawn+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228569386839625186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SI-cJ7oOzeI/AAAAAAAAASE/jv8pFMrHcPw/s400/Night_Dawn+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NEW DAY. It feels like the sun is raining vibe in my spirit. Never thought things will turn out this way. I admired Pam's courage. Somehow, I learn a thing or two out of her sharing. The atmosphere is vibrant and fills with hope and faith. Lets keep shinning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the photos, it just comes in times. I was attracted to the strong color in the dawn. Leave my work, took my camera and run down to the street. Take a couple of shots and went for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone just saw the post earlier. I took it off. Maybe I'll re-post it if I see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I received some quotes from a subscription this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspiration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, you are a leader." ~ John Quincy Adams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Leadership is based on a spiritual quality; the power to inspire, the power to inspire others to follow." ~ Vince Lombardi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Our chief want is someone who will inspire us to be what we know we could be." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa... these makes me wanna take another great photo, writes another great song, preach a great sermon, make great games. Peers, go loves somebody today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SI6UEh1jG6I/AAAAAAAAARs/toHjlAXCgVM/s1600-h/hmacd216_LRGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228279022947081122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" height="51" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SI6UEh1jG6I/AAAAAAAAARs/toHjlAXCgVM/s400/hmacd216_LRGE.jpg" width="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to Hillsong - Run&lt;/em&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/5529084694568474383-8377346649521175608?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/8377346649521175608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=8377346649521175608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8377346649521175608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8377346649521175608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/07/vibe-sun-run.html' title='vibe, sun, run'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SI-cJ7oOzeI/AAAAAAAAASE/jv8pFMrHcPw/s72-c/Night_Dawn+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5765243185576252216</id><published>2008-07-17T19:52:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:04:47.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the chasing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SH8y8UxzyfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Z_f5ZzdLoxg/s1600-h/sunday_sunrise_sunset_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223950104724228594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SH8y8UxzyfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Z_f5ZzdLoxg/s400/sunday_sunrise_sunset_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took these pictures during the weekend, I was staying at home working and doing sermon throughout the day. The only time I went out was dusk and dawn, just to take picture. While I was walking up to my favorite shooting spot. The sky change suddenly. I thought I'll miss the magic light so I run up quickly to setup the camera and click 5 shots from left to right. The light lasted for 5 mins. I was fortunate enough to be at the right place at the right time. The color is so rich I don't even need the saturation slide bar. Not that I'll use it normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[updated] Here's the first shot @ 1st min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://boxstr.com/files/2752527_zrvi2/sss_118_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://boxstr.com/files/2752527_zrvi2/sss_118_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have another shot from sunrise. I will update when I get some time later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-5765243185576252216?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5765243185576252216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5765243185576252216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5765243185576252216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5765243185576252216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/07/light-painter.html' title='the chasing'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SH8y8UxzyfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Z_f5ZzdLoxg/s72-c/sunday_sunrise_sunset_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-142754177449323554</id><published>2008-07-15T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:32:06.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where's the finish line?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is short, but some days are really long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't agree more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-142754177449323554?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/142754177449323554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=142754177449323554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/142754177449323554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/142754177449323554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/07/wheres-finish-line.html' title='where&apos;s the finish line?'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-4322149303496711585</id><published>2008-07-11T03:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T02:55:32.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bay beehh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SHZgB5JgI1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZYIXT7j0yak/s1600-h/d80_with_cloth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221466403619480402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SHZgB5JgI1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZYIXT7j0yak/s400/d80_with_cloth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I'm entering the game officially. This blog will be enriched with photo in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much like a newlywed. Bring home something my heart long for a long time.. weii~ Like my life will never be the same again~ *cough cough* Okok, enough corny-ing. Just bare with my newly-wed mood can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have something to show very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-4322149303496711585?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/4322149303496711585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=4322149303496711585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/4322149303496711585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/4322149303496711585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/07/bay-beehh.html' title='bay beehh'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SHZgB5JgI1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZYIXT7j0yak/s72-c/d80_with_cloth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5914476386515650182</id><published>2008-07-09T17:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T03:02:46.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just do it [undated]</title><content type='html'>I imagine if there's some web designer or coder can design an interface that can evolves over time, say like growing weeds or spider webs? I'll be adopting one, for this blog. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a whirlwind of sickness and disease. And then comes along busyness. In between of all that, I went shooting with my neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall that day(s) I was very tired and sick. Old wisdom is right, "time of trial" will test your love for a subject or a person. So I went anyway in the name of passion and being helpful to my neighbor's assignment. Of cos, it was very fun with lotsa embarrassing moments filling the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220911861178687954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SHRnrRkt4dI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FV8BlIG7IXg/s400/kl_pano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can ignore this&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;1. On landscape - should use wide angle lens. (Not a lesson actually, but more like a craving)&lt;br /&gt;2. On pano - Shoot vertical.&lt;br /&gt;3. On pano - Turn off auto-focus&lt;br /&gt;4. On landscape - Aperture should be F8/F11 for tack sharp image and to work around with available Fstop offer by the len at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take another chance on Eye On Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SHVu_3oXyiI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qNK9NZmKsrw/s1600-h/EOM_stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221201386550053410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SHVu_3oXyiI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qNK9NZmKsrw/s400/EOM_stand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't have thought I actually stand there with my hand up over 30s? Would you? How embarrassing when people walking pass looking at me... But that's what I have in mind and just overexcited that I can finally whack the camera's shutter to 30s which I normally can't do with the P&amp;amp;S. Again, another thing we learn that night. We should have back up batteries. So, we went home early... argh... But in my mind, I want an ultra wide angle len!! (maybe I should put a bubble saying "where's my wide angle len?") Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kelzkaylee.blogspot.com/2008/06/people-around-me.html"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; my neighbor's account on the same event. I still have some unfinish business with these photographs, those overexpose blinkies are not looking good. I will update it again once I got it right. And also learn to do it right during the shoot next time instead of fixing things later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be bringing a heavy briefcase fully loaded with money to trade in a D80 today. Tag along by some Jackie Chan type body guards too. Guess that I'll pass another "time of trial", I've decided to rob the bank... I mean my own account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated: I don't think think I'll fix the blinkies. Looking at the shot now it's not that awesome anyway. I have great improvement after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-5914476386515650182?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5914476386515650182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5914476386515650182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5914476386515650182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5914476386515650182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-do-it.html' title='just do it [undated]'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SHRnrRkt4dI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FV8BlIG7IXg/s72-c/kl_pano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-1606928503371688633</id><published>2008-06-25T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:06:01.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in &amp; out within 50 miles</title><content type='html'>I've been sick and recovered. Sick again, rest on the bed. Sick again, get up again. Yet still went to work with sickly bugs and basically wrecked myself up. Chewing medicine pills like Mentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-1606928503371688633?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/1606928503371688633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=1606928503371688633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1606928503371688633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1606928503371688633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-out-50-miles.html' title='in &amp; out within 50 miles'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-8266535935307297687</id><published>2008-06-19T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T03:32:00.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 friends in an artist room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A girl doing makeup, an aussie grad surfing net, and a guy idling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;While the girl is busy doing makeup…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Aussie grad: &lt;em&gt;Wah~! Wendy, you look AWe-SOMEee!&lt;/em&gt; (in aussie slang) *wink* The girl is still busy, didn’t bother answer him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;*silent*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Aussie grad notices no response from her so he return to his laptop screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But the idling guy... : &lt;em&gt;Eh Wendy! Leon said you look like Ah Sum (aunty)!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;“WOOI~!!"&lt;/em&gt; Now, the girl angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;They turn and beat the idling guy up in Street Fighter's style* *punch punch* *Aiyak aiyak* *Aiyorr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This is the friendship between Wendy, Leon and me. Forged by iron fists. Nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And so Leon is getting weird since he came back from Oz. He should stop greeting people Ah Sum &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;. What’s his problem~! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-8266535935307297687?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/8266535935307297687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=8266535935307297687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8266535935307297687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8266535935307297687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-6821280347591422107</id><published>2008-06-15T23:49:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:12:16.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slim thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SFU7t7Lz-oI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kRuZbZsokCI/s1600-h/my_keyboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212137803918604930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SFU7t7Lz-oI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kRuZbZsokCI/s400/my_keyboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my already quite-stylo-la-room! You are certainly qualified to make it even more stylo. I'm so happy to have you that I began to have illusion of actually using a mac. You slim thing making me a typing addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm officially a half breed of PC and mac. Having the best of both world. Kudo to my first post from Apple Keyboard. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-6821280347591422107?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/6821280347591422107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=6821280347591422107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6821280347591422107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6821280347591422107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/06/slim-thing.html' title='slim thing'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SFU7t7Lz-oI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kRuZbZsokCI/s72-c/my_keyboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-1160626471494531869</id><published>2008-06-11T03:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T05:53:31.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What happen to your hair?"&lt;/span&gt; Friend no.11 asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ya, I know.." &lt;/span&gt;answering the eleventh time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone passing by would stare at me for a few seconds with an odd look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of wigs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-1160626471494531869?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/1160626471494531869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=1160626471494531869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1160626471494531869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1160626471494531869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/06/aftermath.html' title='aftermath'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-8338513226873002178</id><published>2008-06-06T03:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:44:55.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SEg-bdPo8VI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ejv87OUWx-E/s1600-h/Nikon-D80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208481610481594706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SEg-bdPo8VI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ejv87OUWx-E/s400/Nikon-D80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SEg_uy37nTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/nJCjI76bR3g/s1600-h/side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208483042216877362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SEg_uy37nTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/nJCjI76bR3g/s400/side.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My neighbor make me couldn't sleep these few days, all she did was letting me monkey her new 40D. And also Eric let me monkey his D200 and show me his catch of the day, a close-up flower shot. I'm so jeles. I almost wanna strangle him like the real monkey lost all control. Argh. But I must admit the shot compose quite nicely. Good shot, &lt;i&gt;lar&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank you for their friendship even all I can afford was just D80. *humble* I wish I have a RICH dad and uncle too! ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SEhAQ4rn5uI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kvZF3g4Lvcs/s1600-h/right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208483627891418850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SEhAQ4rn5uI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kvZF3g4Lvcs/s400/right.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-8338513226873002178?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/8338513226873002178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=8338513226873002178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8338513226873002178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8338513226873002178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-me-shot.html' title='let me shot'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SEg-bdPo8VI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ejv87OUWx-E/s72-c/Nikon-D80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-8294505819400728689</id><published>2008-06-05T03:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:37:08.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how much, again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SEbuy-lbwTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ST2NOTX6EKw/s1600-h/oil1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208112578661433650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SEbuy-lbwTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ST2NOTX6EKw/s400/oil1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SEbuzelbwUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/VE4ZmNa5S5o/s1600-h/oil2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208112587251368258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SEbuzelbwUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/VE4ZmNa5S5o/s400/oil2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, here it is. After the news released in the afternoon. The traffic was JAM in anywhere 5kms near a petrol station. Phones ringing across the floor in my office were all about the 40% raise of our oil price. &lt;em&gt;Maybe, maybe&lt;/em&gt; I just witness the dawn of BN's down fall. For we as a maker of oil. It is another unresolved mystery of where the money goes. But when I see from worldwide perspective. Oil price rising in inevitable. I need some time to dig around to educate myself on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;**These comics were passing around in my office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-8294505819400728689?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/8294505819400728689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=8294505819400728689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8294505819400728689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8294505819400728689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-much-again.html' title='how much, again?'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SEbuy-lbwTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ST2NOTX6EKw/s72-c/oil1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-3708556106599135827</id><published>2008-06-03T15:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T03:58:14.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chronology</title><content type='html'>When I was growing up, I learn Cantonese. That was Ipoh. Is a fate for everyone lives there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stay with my grandma, she spoke to me in Hakka. Is a mystery that I can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to primary school, I learn Lau Shi, Teacher and Cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I learn to speak Hakka when I stay in a house infested by Tawau Hakka yin. By this time, my grandma finally felt connected to her grandchild when I can reply her with decent Hakka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an embarrassing encounter with a hot chick from my church, I went on to improve my English. Haha. No la, is a joke. I was reading a motivational booklet from my house mates that time, the hunger drives me to read another thousands of them (since then). Installed thousand of new words in my brainie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawau Hakka wa seems a bit weird to my Ipoh Tong Kun Hak. So I left them by joining a Hokkien gang. There, I was being introduced to a bunch of beautiful hokkien girls. To pick em up, I learn every words by heart. (Again) Noo lar, Haha, I was talking to my mum actually (she's a hokkien lang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In divine appointment, Hokkien gang lead me to satu orang indon. Then dua orang indon, then 4, then 8, then 16, they multiply from no where. Suddenly, I found myself standing in an Indonesian stadium shouting "HIDUP INDONESIAAAaa!!" *Punching fist in the air*. And they are bugging me every SINGLE day, "Bro, bila nak cari pacar?" Argh. At least I felt they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, my survival instinct lead me to a group of artsy people led by a few white skins always chanting "Yes mate, yes mate" and end with "Cheers mate, cheers mate". I also learn Monday called MOONday, hungry called HUUNgry, I sorted out it was Manchester's slang but I don't know. At least, not all of them look like David Beckham. Thanks to them, they help improved my diction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years, I've been attending night class called Hollywood English Class co-host by TGV &amp;amp; GSC in teaching me "Yo man~ Yo man~!" "Whatsup~! Whatsup~!!" And introduce me Jessica Alba, we shouted "HOT! HOT!!" when she deep in cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back now, all these amazing people make the best languague teacher. It is much easier to learn when I armed with thick face and cover my mistakes with humours. I highly recommend it to everyone. Haha. Have a great day everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-3708556106599135827?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/3708556106599135827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=3708556106599135827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/3708556106599135827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/3708556106599135827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/06/chronology.html' title='chronology'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5105056412612272406</id><published>2008-05-23T12:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T06:21:09.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rough landing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These days were just filled with stuffs to do. The day starts when I girded, am ready to go all the way. All the hard work doesn't comes with good comments though. Some do. There I make myself some hallmark records and some uncontrollable mistakes drag you down to bottomless pit. So I think I am making the extreme of both axis. At the end, I went home tired every night. I get lucky if I can go home at 2230. Mostly pass 12. Far end would be 2am. The last few hours was just a dead kite flying on dark cloud sky. My blur vision was just enough to see the direction of my bed and hit the target hope that angel would do the rest. I end my day with rough landing. Crushing into my bed.&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/5529084694568474383-5105056412612272406?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5105056412612272406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5105056412612272406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5105056412612272406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5105056412612272406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/05/rough-landing.html' title='rough landing'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-870240610259045111</id><published>2008-05-20T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:34:38.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tombstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt; serves a cause that matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's a phrase with mountain weight and straightens up my attitudes towards the minutes and the seconds. I better be hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-870240610259045111?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/870240610259045111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=870240610259045111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/870240610259045111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/870240610259045111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/05/tombstone.html' title='tombstone'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-2933037982106729155</id><published>2008-05-14T01:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:37:57.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from his view finder</title><content type='html'>I haven't post any thing for a while now. But I've read a lot. A post found a way to chilled me up from days of speed and noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drift was - Love makes life great. Love your work and love of your wive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://www.joemcnally.com/blog/2008/05/12/long-and-winding-road/"&gt;Long and Winding Road&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Btw, you just read a photographer's blog. I like his writing style... soft of similar with mine. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SCpAWWilJAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/KXpmFp9IRhg/s1600-h/yellowcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SCpncmilJBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NOlJqD7Vur4/s1600-h/paperwalls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200082460832244754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SCpncmilJBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NOlJqD7Vur4/s200/paperwalls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to Yellowcard - You and Me and One Spotlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-2933037982106729155?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/2933037982106729155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=2933037982106729155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2933037982106729155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2933037982106729155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-his-view-finder.html' title='from his view finder'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SCpncmilJBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NOlJqD7Vur4/s72-c/paperwalls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-601269753933477482</id><published>2008-04-16T03:56:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:09:03.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop and say*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Finally, I force myself to sit down and update the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I like everyone to have a good read. But like the weather lately, happily cloudy. Even loads of happy events took place but I still feel drag down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mnn... anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel a sense of fulfillment across the office floor. After 2 years of hardwork, we managed to finish one of the most anticipated titles in the market today. Race Driver: GRID. Schedule to release on 3 June. As developer, we got the full game together with studio's new toy - PS3 and HDTV yesterday. We cattle around the set like penguins. The game looks awesome! The TV looks awesome too!! High DEFINITION is really something. A piece of advice. Once you have a PS3, you'll want a HDTV. I'm not a fan of racing game but this one really got me hock up and feels so proud too. Cos I've contributed a building in Washington track. Haha. We actually drive around to see our buildings. If you're not a gamer, I guess this might be for you. Racing genre is easy to play. Just drive. Here I'll let my colleague introduce to you, our game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/88qDFWV3l08&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/88qDFWV3l08&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kFIxnzO3ip8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kFIxnzO3ip8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was it? Did you notice his accent? That's what I listen to everyday. British. I have improved so much ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same spirit, I went to buy a pc gamepad. This amused me greatly. I was asking for price in one of the shop. Rm130. Okay. I got it. I told the guy I'll be back. Went on surveying the floor for a cheaper one. But I decided to go back to the same shop after a few attempts. (That was the cheapest). I was attended by a different guy this time. So, I ask again "how much"? Rm120. WOW! (I remain calm &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;). "Er, I'll take one." Fearing the first guy will show up again. I pay quickly and off the crime scene almost immediately. How dodgy hehe. Am now playing Final Fantasy 12 happily ever after. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'll be feature in my game! Under desperate condition, studio needs tons of Chinese soldiers. Oh~Allow me to say this. It must be my handsome face. They called me handsome devil. Hahaha. Almost all of our male colleagues were selected too. We were eagerly to see how we'll look like in the game. It will be total amusement imagine you see yourself and all your colleagues in the game. I'll be seeing myself reduplicate again and again like the Agent Smith in the third Matrix. It will be a great pleasure to kill my colleagues too. Haha. Oh, like my colleague said "We'll be immortalized with &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/operationflashpoint2/index.html?tag=result;title;0"&gt;OFP2&lt;/a&gt; forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SAUf--2tvNI/AAAAAAAAANI/NI9mWWwPMTI/s1600-h/immortalized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189589312499203282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SAUf--2tvNI/AAAAAAAAANI/NI9mWWwPMTI/s400/immortalized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ya, I'll be bAld and maCHO. Can you imagine that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Phew~ Quite a game related post huh. I was just going with the flow. Happy events also include one engaged and 2 new born. Also, crazy gang's Samaritan's mission plus all night shabu shabu. Really loves these guys. Maybe another post. Chintia's no longer work in time shift (finally). She was overly joyful over the phone. And, it's her birthday today! My cell members have prepared another yet very cruel sabo session. I tell you, it's really really cruel. I don't even dare to post my birthday on the internet. Hope she’ll survives. Haha. Hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.. Uh. I think I know why the drag down is. I guess, feeling lonely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edit: Or I should stop listening to sappy Jay Chou song?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-601269753933477482?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/601269753933477482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=601269753933477482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/601269753933477482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/601269753933477482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-something.html' title='stop and say*'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/SAUf--2tvNI/AAAAAAAAANI/NI9mWWwPMTI/s72-c/immortalized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-7407384255154794550</id><published>2008-04-01T03:51:00.036+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:54:10.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short stories long</title><content type='html'>Hallo blog! Hallo all! I feel so different coming back to blogosphere. Is kinda new. Is kinda odd to read a few posts back dated. In the stretch of few long weeks, many unexpected happen. I wrote it but never manage to finish them at the end I've collected so many posts. Some were old stories in a draft form and some are fresh bread. I'll tell some in words and some let the picture talks. &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;we are harmless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After every production, plentiful of photos display all over the place after each event. Easter 2008 is nothing less. These guys work very hard for the drama; I can see bruises and sleepy face after the performance. They’re actually sleeping while waiting for their turn. Indeed, they did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_PbrIl1UQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vuBtmBScSDI/s1600-h/cross.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184729130120597762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_PbrIl1UQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vuBtmBScSDI/s400/cross.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;BUT, there's a few hyper going around camwhoring. Especially Kelly KOK. The reason is simple, she is not acting in the drama where everyone else's tired from sleepless rehearsal nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_FBXYl1ULI/AAAAAAAAAMI/U1P7XCXztTs/s1600-h/DSC08794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183996516074082482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_FBXYl1ULI/AAAAAAAAAMI/U1P7XCXztTs/s400/DSC08794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;See? Look so tired right? Haha~ Even Lazarus resurrected to take picture with her. Here's some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_E5r4l1UDI/AAAAAAAAALM/e2TklqYpUEA/s1600-h/DSC08876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183988072168378418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_E5r4l1UDI/AAAAAAAAALM/e2TklqYpUEA/s400/DSC08876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_EqZIl1UBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7ggQK1iIXX8/s1600-h/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183971257371414546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_EqZIl1UBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7ggQK1iIXX8/s400/easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Of cos, I join in the fun too. You must have notice there is one face repeated many times. Funny looking faces might be deceiving. He is teachable. Fear of God. I notice he attend almost all church services, just to linger in the presence of God. Funny, he's quite smart in divert girl flirt issue but quite careless to take care of ladies sometimes. But is fine. A fine young man who loves God. A good handsome look pair with crazy little dancy goofs. Never felt bored hanging out with him. I'm glad someone like him won Mr. Emerge (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;manhunt thing&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen. Meet my friend, Kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_KRJol1UOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YkY_wVXOs8k/s1600-h/31982387129542l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184365715757813986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_KRJol1UOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YkY_wVXOs8k/s400/31982387129542l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, are you room sound proof? I was just curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wake of crazy gang lately was started off from having the same urgency to watch Step Up 2 fearing it will off the screen soon and hungry pang rings us to crave for food in Klang. So we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_FABYl1UII/AAAAAAAAALw/PfyXTSjZwHc/s1600-h/crazygangouting_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183995038605332610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_FABYl1UII/AAAAAAAAALw/PfyXTSjZwHc/s400/crazygangouting_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_FABol1UJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/M-yAaFUEpd0/s1600-h/crazygangouting_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183995042900299922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_FABol1UJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/M-yAaFUEpd0/s400/crazygangouting_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_FAB4l1UKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6Ltj4-w0sEQ/s1600-h/crazygangouting_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183995047195267234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_FAB4l1UKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6Ltj4-w0sEQ/s400/crazygangouting_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_PaP4l1UPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/d0Im-NNNNOc/s1600-h/roar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184727562457534706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_PaP4l1UPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/d0Im-NNNNOc/s200/roar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha. We also were roaring in different shopping malls. Big or small corridors. Scaring aunties, ah ma and little kids. That's us! All of us goofy kor kor jie jie. We also had a screaming karaoke session bombarded by a car audio system in the middle of traffic jam. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;STOP AND STARRREEEeeee~! I think I'm moving but I go nowhereeee~!&lt;/span&gt; I didn't join &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. I was just... just clapping hands for them... hehe... pls don't believe me... plsss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin is one of the million I must say. Because both of us staring at the same pair of shoes in awe, in complete amazement. Now I finally know how it feels to have someone share the same taste in shoes and fashion... like the girls did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;untainted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter also bought my buddy came over from Ipoh. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Remember I mentioned the one accept that I'm handsome?&lt;/span&gt;) He went for investment conference. As we've grown up now, sitting down topic is not so much girls like the old days anymore but the politic and investment. We must admit the next 4 years will be the most exciting time for our country. As I've learn much of the financial world for the past one year. I found myself surprise that he share the same core financial tactics and belief with mine even we have known each other for decades. What a buddy for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe people stick together because they are sharing the same value. As he leaving behind his house only worthy of Lorenzo’s furniture to stay in my humble bachelor (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;quite stylo also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;) house. I thought I didn't play a good host. But wait, I remember we're humbly raised from a low income or say poorer family (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;to be exact&lt;/span&gt;). As we earning good money nowadays, I'm so proud that he still remain who he is. I can see a millionaire in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;same mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weeks, I've read some interesting blogs related to me emotionally and honestly speaking... I'm glad to know I’m not alone. It was like a story unfolds from both sides in different time frame. One who gave so much start feeling like a &lt;a href="http://tinkitalks.blogspot.com/2008/03/blistering-idiot.html"&gt;Blithering Idiot&lt;/a&gt; and another side learned &lt;a href="http://lavernechee.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-lesson.html"&gt;Life Lesson&lt;/a&gt; realized she taking love for granted. Choice has given to us. Sometime we keep making the wrong one without knowing we're wrong actually. It's painful to see things goes that way when you knew exactly why and how it will happen and you can't do anything with it. Also, frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;populating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good news that Jin's back to blogger! I finally have a guy's name in my list. Is it contributed to the fact that girls love to talk more than guys? Haha. No &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;... don't be so sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;healthy right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Oh yes, I fall down and injured left side of my body. 50% of walking speed reduced. I still act as if nothing when I was on the stage. In most night, I was having trouble to sleep as I was a typical side sleeper. Ooch... I never fall so badly like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;hope you're still reading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is a mixture of all soft of feelings because I rewrote it many times. Is late already. I feel lazy to round up every stories smoothly and slash out many smaller thoughts or else will be too long (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;already did&lt;/span&gt;). Especially the part about cameras and photography. I’ll leave it to the next post. Is getting late, I should hit the sack. Oh wait! Kelvin wants to say “Hi!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_KPwol1UMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5sZwgIXH5Q4/s1600-h/19829049256667l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184364186749456578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_KPwol1UMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5sZwgIXH5Q4/s400/19829049256667l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA~ I tell you he have so many funny pictures enough to put you laughing on da floor and need a 911 call. But seriously, he is indeed very good looking guy just that I couldn't resist to let you see how talented he is. ;p Now, I wonder how he gonna strangle me to death. Hahaha~!!! Hope you didn't wake your neighbor up and that's why... sound proof room... sound proof...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-7407384255154794550?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/7407384255154794550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=7407384255154794550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7407384255154794550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7407384255154794550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/04/short-stories-long.html' title='short stories long'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R_PbrIl1UQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vuBtmBScSDI/s72-c/cross.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-6961770578301884181</id><published>2008-03-15T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:35:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take a look at the other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When difficulties seem overwhelming, our emotions respond like a raging sea push by storm, strength diminish as minutes, seconds slipping away, and we wonder how long this will last, how long we can hold. But there is another scenario which we will not think of at those moments. Imagine when storm is over and you finally get what you desired, your dreams come true. More than that, you get something better than what you can imagine; maybe we call that as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;. But do you realize your new joy has already overwritten your pain. Now you think, all those things weren’t that bad after all, actually. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;"So we don't look at the troubles we can see right now; rather, we look forward to what we have not yet seen. For the troubles we see will soon be over, but the joys to come will last forever." 2 Corinthians 4:18 (NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let your future's joy overwrite your current pain." - JYJL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-6961770578301884181?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/6961770578301884181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=6961770578301884181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6961770578301884181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6961770578301884181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/03/take-look-at-other-side.html' title='take a look at the other side'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-6952882264641353375</id><published>2008-03-09T03:46:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:02:11.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What a historical event took place in our national election this year. My heart beat is not matching the nature should have in this wee hour. I'm really glad and satisfied with the result opposition took 5 major states &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;selangor, kelantan, perak, kedah and penang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;And BN lost it's 2/3 majority. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;If you ask me to vote which side. The answer is obvious. But to pick DAP or PKR. Is a hard choice. I believe in &lt;a href="http://anwaribrahimblog.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Anwar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tho. I read his blogs every often and watch his ceramah. I think he is a inspirational leader in opposition side. But many don't believe in him and skeptical of him simply because they heard from someone says he is cheater. Those were the propaganda of BN in this political dog-cat fight. If you heard of his speech. There's a new Malaysia we all desired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;From the moment I step into primary school, I've never feel or act like a Malaysian. I have to call myself Malaysian Chinese. And always felt like renting it or live by the Malay's mercy. Nothing different if I live in UK. That's why many students never return home for pursuing a possibility of their dream here. I probably do the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet a fear of change has driven some of those who vote for BN. But I want change like many others. I fear not. I want change NOW. Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;From the raise of hand in my church, there's only a few went to vote. Most of them are young. For an event that will greatly affecting us in our rights. We should learn to be a well informed citizen. If our arguement is wrong, at least, we always care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-6952882264641353375?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/6952882264641353375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=6952882264641353375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6952882264641353375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6952882264641353375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/03/awakening.html' title='awakening'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-8887116129193443763</id><published>2008-03-06T07:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T04:58:31.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love, a better place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That's what friends are foorr.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to have a camera to capture all of your smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5529084694568474383-8887116129193443763?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/8887116129193443763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=8887116129193443763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8887116129193443763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8887116129193443763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-for-your-wishes.html' title='love, a better place'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5639792145636157197</id><published>2008-03-01T13:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:57:30.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seeds beneath the dirt</title><content type='html'>Adrian and Tim had a fantastic idea on how we should spin off as a band. We have 3 guitars. One lead vocal, one supporting vocal, 3 composers, and all those little boxes in a bigger box that twist guitar effects. Maybe couple with some fake smiles. AND, we don't have a name yet. But we don't care. Just anything will do. Or you have any idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so "thick-skinned". We feel like a bunch of 18 yrs old guys set out to do something without any care for consequences afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you think too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-5639792145636157197?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5639792145636157197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5639792145636157197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5639792145636157197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5639792145636157197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/03/seeds-beneath-dirt.html' title='seeds beneath the dirt'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-1026603408137130484</id><published>2008-03-01T03:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T03:21:07.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a night</title><content type='html'>Haha~ The long overdue so call performance has finally pulled off 5 hours ago. I didn't expect much really. But frankly speaking, the crowd was too noisy. Haha. Well, I enjoy the cheers and applause after each song. Is like getting more appreciated. ECHO ECHO. And my mind digging around is there any songs I can sing again? Aiks. I didn't prepare more. Next week okay. We will do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I feel so proud of my church. I didn't realize we have a few more new celebrities among us. Well, I'm looking forward to the day this church has finally reached her destiny. I will blog about it when I have more pictures and thoughts. But, celebrities are not the reason I'm proud of. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have talk to many people who're planing of migrating. I mean MANY. Sigh, I'm emotional lately. The nation feels emotional lately. The election is predetermined who will run the country. Non-bumis treated like an underdog. Tell me, when will our voice be heard? We don't have Clinton or Obama. I'll be grateful even if we have Bush. Maybe this is another entry, if, I still can't get over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-1026603408137130484?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/1026603408137130484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=1026603408137130484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1026603408137130484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1026603408137130484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/03/night.html' title='a night'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-4246706494449274133</id><published>2008-02-29T12:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:05:30.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总有一天, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我有属于我的天。&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/5529084694568474383-4246706494449274133?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/4246706494449274133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=4246706494449274133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/4246706494449274133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/4246706494449274133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-503208837712282289</id><published>2008-02-28T02:25:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T01:33:09.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since the starting of this year. In my new effort, I've finally catch up with some very very old friends. I met them when I first came to KL, there are a couple lives in Australia and get married there. Another one, growing stronger and happier in Singapore each day (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and received lots of flower during Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). I haven't met them for a few years now, really miss them heaps. Sweet little memories start to slip in every single moment when my mind’s pending from work. I learn, we have grown up and being a better person in every ways. So much mature and yet retain the same personality. I also imagine there will be many "what if" when we'll meet up one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it will be a heartfelt "How are you?" I realized people who ask "How are you?" are mostly from one who really care. Maybe some acquaintance will ask too. But you'll have to give a real answer this round. They want to know what happen in between our last meeting and now. I used to be a lazy friend who just says "I'm fine". But I find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; it is very unappreciated&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;when I got the "I'm fine" answer too. So, I'll learn to go beyond "I'm fine". I'll learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny. I have many people asking me am I still going to church? I mean... MANY. So sorry I was hibernated. Maybe because I've become a "Cap Man" lately? Walking around like Michael Scofield? ;p But thank you for the "How are you?”. I feel warm inside. Here are my 2 options to answer you. It depends on am I thirsty at that moment or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine la. Sorry, Loong kor have some business in China la. A bit busy. Lu hor boh?" (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine. You look great! How are you doing?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-503208837712282289?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/503208837712282289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=503208837712282289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/503208837712282289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/503208837712282289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-are-you.html' title='how are you?'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5788052058896834215</id><published>2008-02-21T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:00:58.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up town girl</title><content type='html'>Generally speaking, we know every girls is unique and special. We guys couldn't agree more. But I found another profound one. That most of em saying they are old and they are fat. Nah~ No offend ar~ At least, this is what guys always heard from the ladies. Especially nearing their birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess when they complaint about their age and weight is actually saying they want to be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S: The title is not related to the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-5788052058896834215?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5788052058896834215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5788052058896834215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5788052058896834215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5788052058896834215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/02/up-town-girl.html' title='up town girl'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5111941615044664132</id><published>2008-02-18T01:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T04:27:01.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anywhere is possible</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to finalize some songs before going to do a gig at the cafe. Going through some songs back and forth again and again. I hope I didn't woke my neighbor up in the Sunday morning. Thought I will have some fun later, but the gig call off at the last minute. The rest of the gang is not prepared. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to watch Jumper with the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R7iECZ9ej1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/afyJtqHcjf8/s1600-h/jumper-poster-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168025749270990674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R7iECZ9ej1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/afyJtqHcjf8/s400/jumper-poster-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good movie. We enjoy the show a lot. Lot of actions but the story could be better. We start to imagine we can jump too! This movie makes me realized - we spend too much time traveling. What if we could just skip boarding bus every morning or taking flight to oversea, we can save a lot of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-5111941615044664132?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5111941615044664132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5111941615044664132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5111941615044664132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5111941615044664132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/02/anywhere-is-possible.html' title='anywhere is possible'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R7iECZ9ej1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/afyJtqHcjf8/s72-c/jumper-poster-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-7683581517440331283</id><published>2008-02-13T15:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T03:24:53.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When will the day that I actually see You for real..., Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5529084694568474383-7683581517440331283?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/7683581517440331283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=7683581517440331283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7683581517440331283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7683581517440331283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/02/when.html' title='when?'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-8562548877285618639</id><published>2008-02-11T03:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T04:31:55.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>concluded</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm back in KL! I miss my comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was short but fruitful. I get to eat like a king. I had my annual dim sum fix. Guess that i won't have it for another year cos I won't take any dim sum in KL. I'm picky. Sigh, I miss those food now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when was it started. I'm not interested in angpao already. The amount was so small to me now. A dim sum breakfast plus meals plus transport plus movies. All of it will be gone just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my focus has shifted to fellowship. As always. Aunts don't give angpao also fine la. We're actually earning money also. My cell member ask if I will need the angpao to fulfill the building pledge. Yea, I wish! But I don't have a bunch of rich relatives la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my time with primary classmates. The nature of our gang is completely different from the ppl I met in KL. We drink, we teasing each other, cursing is our mother-tongue. ALright, revealed too much. But we are good people. We still remember all the funny things we did. All the illegal things. All the parents-cannot-know things. All the teachers-cannot-know things. So many things to cheers, beers is water. Ahh, we drink every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel there's something different in the way I feel this year. I'll never have enough when I started to work first year.  Going back to Ipoh is like a headache sometime. But thank God for the new job. I have sufficient and more. Compare to many friends of my age. I probably considered doing very well. Of cos, I'm fine with people still thinking I have not enough like the old day. Money doesn't change who I am. I found this is true, my integrity is the same in the day I have 50 cents in my hand and the day I have 10k in my bank. I heard many preachers say that, now I truly understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Oh ya eun, my chocolate monster doesn't eat chocolate anymore. She eats EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-8562548877285618639?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/8562548877285618639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=8562548877285618639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8562548877285618639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8562548877285618639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/02/concluded.html' title='concluded'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-6342799585968092162</id><published>2008-02-08T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:11:15.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so far, this far</title><content type='html'>Hey all! Hear me all the way from e4!!! Happy Prosperous Chinese New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, internet traffic is slowing down and seeing not much of my friends pop up from their annual farming job. MSN is quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But none the less, cny has been a time for seeing old faces and hearing update stories across different mouths. Seeing different size and shapes varied from the last update of my friends. I got a few shocks from those suppose to be skinny having ah beng style tummy and some shaped up like Men's Health cover guy. All the same reason goes to having married or attached or being single again. They all made it up. But the company is great and their jokes still take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new discovery has to be steamboat with Tiger beer. WOW~! I like it. I've never taste beer's ultimatum until the mix of tom yam soup jinx with meat balls and stuffs all in my mouth. Nice stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, hometown is a sweet place to many. But it's not the same to me. I wish everyone could stop asking me why. Fortunately, I have a close buddy who open house for me without asking a question. We grow up together and sharing the same underwear since we're 11. Having been through everything together, he accepts that I'm handsome and I accept that he is fat. Hahaha. Seeing him so successful nowadays and a proud son for his parents, I feel pride to be his buddy. Thank you for believing I have the right reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward for the rest of the days. To be continue. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-6342799585968092162?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/6342799585968092162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=6342799585968092162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6342799585968092162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6342799585968092162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-far-this-far.html' title='so far, this far'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-8985626517221157434</id><published>2008-01-18T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T01:37:40.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wildfire sparks</title><content type='html'>I haven’t seen her for some times. I even wonder is she still alive. My housemate. I’ve seen her boring lifestyle until like erm… few weeks ago. It was fast. She didn’t(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;) come home these days. It’s an unusual behavior from someone well behave. I guess she’s in love. No, the guy doesn’t look like Tom Cruise. Tho he is not my type, I guess is her type ;p. But the spark creates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, she still comes home before me to cook me drinking water. Wish you happy. Hope he is a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still likes that Secondhand Serenade guy. He is something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R4-RyoWXqlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/i2t7p0QGTFo/s1600-h/awake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R4-RyoWXqlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/i2t7p0QGTFo/s200/awake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156500397373237842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Listening to: Awake - I Hate This Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-8985626517221157434?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/8985626517221157434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=8985626517221157434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8985626517221157434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8985626517221157434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/01/wildfire-sparks.html' title='wildfire sparks'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R4-RyoWXqlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/i2t7p0QGTFo/s72-c/awake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-7182133903269395897</id><published>2008-01-15T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T02:53:38.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take it further</title><content type='html'>I was sleepy during working hour. But that Secondhand Serenade guy really good. He just sing obediently without tiring under the command of my mouse click, He’ll keep me punk up! Not Sleepy! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R4ut2IWXqjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/D5DQR9UFW7A/s1600-h/marie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R4ut2IWXqjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/D5DQR9UFW7A/s200/marie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155405343921515058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here’s another &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mariedigby"&gt;singer&lt;/a&gt; launching her new album on April. I think it is her first. We all ruled out. She looks like Siti Nurhaliza. LOL. I haven’t gone through all her videos. I like her song writing a lot. Particularly - Traffic. Nice Chorus! And she has some songs available on iTune Store. Ya, one thing sucks staying in msia is that Steve guy don’t like our money. We can’t buy music from iTune. Makes my ipod touch lose another attractive usefulness. Sigh…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least the YouTube feature comes in handy. Imagine you can watch YouTube with your gorgeous ipod touch/iphone’s 3.5 inch screen on the go… without having to bring your laptop around… Anyway… Do a pop by to her videos blog. Oh ya, she is famous for her Umbrella song. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1pyNaWbmj5I&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1pyNaWbmj5I&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been thinking… you don’t need a contract to be a popular singer. Just myspace and YouTube will do – I mean the Internet. People will come to you. You just have to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m inspired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R4uuD4WXqkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GbBZqJD-ah4/s1600-h/awake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R4uuD4WXqkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GbBZqJD-ah4/s200/awake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155405580144716354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Listening to: Awake - Vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-7182133903269395897?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/7182133903269395897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=7182133903269395897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7182133903269395897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7182133903269395897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/01/take-it-further.html' title='take it further'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R4ut2IWXqjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/D5DQR9UFW7A/s72-c/marie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-8987795671798885267</id><published>2008-01-14T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:51:22.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not over</title><content type='html'>If I open my mouth these days… you‘ll have higher chance to hear me talking about ipod touch/iphone. I can’t help. That’s why blog’s update has been pending. I just don’t wanna freak everyone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am in the process of making decision which one to go for, and waiting for that Steve guy going to deliver his key note next Tuesday. I am basically gather all soft of music I ever own and digging some new one from myspace and iTune. SO, I have discovered 2 new favorites atm. Natasha Bedingfield and Secondhand Serenade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have heard about them already. Then, you can consider me joining the club a little late. But hey, I join their fan’s club right away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christian, you might have heard of Hillsong London. Then, you might have heard about Natasha’s work in their album. Yes, I was quite surprise when I found out she is part of that church and have some songs in the infamous Hillsong recording too. Of coz, Daniel Bedingfield as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my rare staying-in-the-room-without-work day, I was enjoying watching her video blog’s from YouTube. Such a down-to-earth personality and lovely character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha's Video Blog&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7E2eo5BMWOc&amp;amp;feature=user"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155019303671015954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 42px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R4pOvoWXqhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-wxa9ztxLSg/s200/youtube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"he wants to have my babies" LOL. Love her accents, like my fearsome Briton direcTOR have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/secondhandserenade"&gt;Secondhand Serenade&lt;/a&gt;. Cool name eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rights, only one album released. The best indulgent is when you’re laying on da floor with his voice and guitar only. DO that, you’ll love it. I’m speechless for how this guy breaks into the market. Read Wikipedia if you wanna know more. I consider this guy is a rare species that can rock and stir emotion at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, both of them will release their new album in Jan and Feb soon. I can’t wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m back. Clicking with music was essential lifestyle in my teenage but was putting down quite a long time. In this year, I will attempt to form a band with other guys. Been putting some idea for songs and gaining weight and in shape again. I hope this attempt will open something for our life and friendship. Or life will never be the same again. Who knows? By that time, we need your support! LoL. Alright, I will also need that Steve guy’s thing to get me pump with music all the time… arrghh… I wanna strangle him soon…. Arghh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R4pNAYWXqeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vE2IShLNn0U/s1600-h/awake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155017392410569186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R4pNAYWXqeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vE2IShLNn0U/s200/awake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Listening to: Awake - Stay Close Don't Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-8987795671798885267?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/8987795671798885267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=8987795671798885267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8987795671798885267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8987795671798885267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-not-over.html' title='it&apos;s not over'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R4pOvoWXqhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-wxa9ztxLSg/s72-c/youtube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-1290696056298058407</id><published>2008-01-10T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T04:28:48.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Defeat comes when you fail to defeat yourself." - JYJL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-1290696056298058407?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/1290696056298058407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=1290696056298058407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1290696056298058407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1290696056298058407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/01/inner.html' title='inner'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5471974658222198124</id><published>2008-01-04T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:29:30.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>olive 4</title><content type='html'>I love to look at this picture because… Sharon cannot put up her fingers… HAHAHAHA… HAHAHAHA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R30nQoWXqZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EtDJqFWEVuo/s1600-h/sharon%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R30nQoWXqZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EtDJqFWEVuo/s320/sharon%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151316715444349330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*on da floor*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(few minutes later…)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*grab back to chair*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hope she doesn’t mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Actually, I look at myself. It was quiet tai-jet that time huh? Sigh… I feel smaller. U bet, I’m going to put on weight (again)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R30os4WXqcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/doTRFJ4Clw8/s1600-h/original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R30os4WXqcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/doTRFJ4Clw8/s320/original.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151318300287281602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;SO here was the original taken from my crappy camera phone. I laugh as long as I editing these pictures. I was trying to bring this classic back to life. It was 23th Dec 2006 when we’re chilling quietly while waiting for Christmas rehearsal. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alright, Sharon is ready! Everybody, Posee~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R30n5oWXqaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MyfM5Y5YD10/s1600-h/sharonready.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R30n5oWXqaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MyfM5Y5YD10/s320/sharonready.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151317419818985890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, one more kawan coming in. 1, 2, 3, 4!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R30oOoWXqbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dArEeobj4Qk/s1600-h/1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R30oOoWXqbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dArEeobj4Qk/s320/1234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151317780596238770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been a great year doing life with you guys. I will try make myself less monkey. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-5471974658222198124?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5471974658222198124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5471974658222198124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5471974658222198124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5471974658222198124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/01/olive-4.html' title='olive 4'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R30nQoWXqZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EtDJqFWEVuo/s72-c/sharon%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-7880373133760889832</id><published>2008-01-01T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:20:09.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love 2007. I figure the best way to make it great is to risk more. Here's some of my favorite moments as to recollect as much as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remember I was celebrating New Year 2007 in Penang with Kenny, Tracy, Tean, Ming and Pammy. We take loads of photos that I never have a chance to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Shirley was being a great friend and listener when I was in need, desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being throwing into swimming pool and chase by crazy worship team members in my birthday. Flour and water. They are quite merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I was short of money but put what I've pledged in the building fund and waiting to die if God doesn’t come through. A week after that I lost my job and the company closed down. What a classic bible style stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting near the swimming pool almost every mid night just to wait for God to show up before I have the peace to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I spent a month preparing strategies to get into a company of my choice. Only simple food on table. Staying at home day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember packing my stuff from the old office with electricity cut off. Walking in the dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking home in the rainy morning in loneliness and despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember circumstances forces me to search for financial, investment, business wisdom from all soft of channel with hunger. I’m glad it happened. It will be horrible if future without a goal for financial freedom. Tho I haven’t blog about this area but I never forget to have a financial mission of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless birthday gifts and sms flooding. Thank God for great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember leaving the man who believes in me so much. That moment we broke down and trembling at the dawn of what we fear has happened. Looking back now, I see myself carry the flag he raises and becoming the Jake he always believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I got a new job and the pay is more than double compare the pay it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember building my first computer, reading catalog comparing prices, bargaining at Low Yat and searching internet for tutorial and carry my heart-searching 20’inch wide screen home with joy only kid processed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember bought my most expensive shirt from Culture Couture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I was absent from msn for the most part of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember cutting hard board, measuring, spraying paint, calling and planning, doddle and designing the Starscream transformer suit. The willingness of the people coming to help. The tiredness that drains us from listening the sermon. And gave us the prize we don’t know how to share but also experience we all cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember meeting a special friend who I will build our first game with. A divine encounter I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing my church was so small when I serve on the stage during a service. We’ll save more people and need a bigger building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember and enjoy new friendship, cheers to Ally, Adrian, Tim, Cheryl, Ming, Raymond, Richard, Caleb, kher Lit and some I couldn’t recall now. Also those old ones but getting new likes Laverne, Jin, Wendy, Tracy, Tean, Erin, Chintia, James and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember working late at nights and weekends just to get the job done, performance went from minus to ACE gives me real kick. I like the feeling of overcoming something big. Feel good and motivating. I know I’ll always fight if something’s not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I'm about to complete most of my goals in 2007 and a few more months before the year end, I went on to create a new one for 2008. I have completed 2 small goals today. Let me says, planning is the shortcut to success. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s finally here, let see how well I will make this year to be remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-7880373133760889832?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/7880373133760889832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=7880373133760889832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7880373133760889832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7880373133760889832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-remember.html' title='I remember'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-7969324999733850362</id><published>2007-12-24T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:25:40.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dashing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p face="times new roman" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hi everybody! How’s Xmas so far? Since I have time from my exhausting days, lemme greet you a Merry happy Christmas New year! Haha. (Have problem reading?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="times new roman" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spare me from HO hO Ho coz I had a very “small” burger decorated with some “big” onion ring. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="times new roman" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok. Lame. I just was trying to be funny. Xmas should be Merry and happy. Don’t cha? Don’t cha?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Church was a blast! To be with a crazy bunch is always the best gift reaped after all the firework went off. Friendship and laughter. Keep cheering on, mates! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What’s your problem!?&lt;/span&gt; (Kefira's joke) Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now we have last play tomorrow. Pretty relax I hope. We can monyet for 20mins and go home. Hope my fingers and mouth can work like Tom and Jerry. LOL. Inside jokes for production people. Really embarrassing. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alright, keep a few more breathe to dash through 2007. Excited is understatement. When I read 2.0.0.8 veins is pumped with drugs! A few things have been down on the paper. And a few more things to keep me searching for answer for the rest of the days. Basically, pray pray pray. I think you should too. Ala, I care mah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Issit putting “own a PS3” a childish goal? LOL, childhood dream ok. Cannot be a guy without toys. But I’m totally grateful to God for most of the 2007’s goal achieved. Transformer prize is a bonus that pushes me to see my potential finest too. A strong slap on ma faces telling me I can do it! I believe I can. The Starscream head is sitting under my bookshelf become a DVD player playing all the hell I went through and all the “right” thing I did. The spotlight of the stage is nothing really. The part we scream like Spartan is. Keep doing it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seriously, what keeps me feel even more exciting is the people from Kefira. Thanks for the friendship. Will catchup with ya all. And also, the thing I see in my spirit. I can’t comprehend and I don’t plan to write it here. Beat it. Hidup tanpa had! (sound familiar, nat?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alright, should wrap up and end like my Briton directOR: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;cheers, mates!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And, Merry Xmas again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-7969324999733850362?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/7969324999733850362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=7969324999733850362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7969324999733850362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7969324999733850362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/12/dashing.html' title='dashing'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-150954779639889638</id><published>2007-12-21T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T09:08:33.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>against the current</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Warning: This post’s nature is more likely favor the video game enthusiast and stock investor. It contains technical insight of the subject – video game industry. But if you would like to know more, you’ll gonna enjoy this. Consider yourself warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Console wars have been ragging for ages.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s getting fierce-some when it arrives to 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; generation.&lt;/span&gt; People even getting religious of the console they support. The scale of the catastrophe grow explosively even my indo cell member’s parents is playing Wii at home. I think this is lovely. Imagine the parents boxing each other with Wii controllers. At least, even if you don’t plan to buy one, you would ask which one better?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone in the game world knows, Nintendo Wii has dominated the market. More than 981,000 Wiis were sold during NPD's November reporting period, besting the Xbox 360's 770,000-unit total and more than doubling the PlayStation 3's 466,000-unit tally. Its stock price sky rocket and become the most famous name in Japanese household. We all didn’t see it coming as we think Nintendo was actually fading away. But it caught us by surprise. If I knew, I could have been rich by just keeping some of their bluechip stock.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But here is my new insight. It could be your chance to get rich. Buy PS3. This is the purpose of my post.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Few days ago, I was checking price in one of those expensive game retailer. Wii is costing 1,8++, Xbox 360 1,6++ and PS3 1,5++. These prices are quite high. The lower price could be 200 less if you hunt around low yat or Sungai Wang. PS3 was the most expensive hardware when it’s first launched but the cheapest now. Dig around google, you can be sure PS3 has the most powerful spec among the 3 but was losing ground mainly because they are expensive and few AAA titles. People go to the cheaper Xbox and many good games waiting for them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To share some insight as a game developer, here’s something different. First, Microsoft lost 3 main third party developers. These guys could make games for anyone now. Xbox’s exclusivity game is getting lesser. Second, Xbox has heating problem. Hardware quality is low. I’m making a game; I would love to put on a more powerful machine. Xbox longevity is getting shorten. Third, Sony is open to many developers to make game for them. Expect more good games. Forth, PS3 exclusive titles are coming next year. You can bet Final Fantasy 13, God of wars 3 and Metal Gear Solid 4 will turn the tide. Current games doesn't looks much different between the 2 simply because developers haven't utilized PS3's core power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When all these happen, we can see the price will shot up again. Everyone wants a piece of PS3. You can buy a stock or two from Sony or a PS3 for your husband or bf this Christmas. It will become the best investment in return. Don’t feel like how I like for the Nintendo stock price now. Is too late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, this is personal opinion. People are really religious about this topic. Take it if you think this is a useful advice. One year from now, we can justify with result. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the side note, game industry is one of the youngest but also the fastest growing industry. It’s year-to-date total to $13.12 billion and puts it on track for a record annual total of $18 billion to $19 billion has out beat Hollywood 2006’s 9 billion. Many still thinks we don’t have a proper job. But it doesn’t matter when we actually celebrate with each other throwing money in the air in our backyard. Excited! Really excited! OHH~ I want a PS3 so badly…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZJw9sbOTsc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZJw9sbOTsc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P/S: EH!? Feel like writer ler~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-150954779639889638?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/150954779639889638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=150954779639889638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/150954779639889638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/150954779639889638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/12/against-current.html' title='against the current'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-1086228642608595064</id><published>2007-12-20T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T13:41:10.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I didn’t plan to write but I like to keep myself a bit late tonight. First thought came in was an image I saw myself reflect from the train mirror a while ago. I lost great amount of weight these days. Seriously, I feel sorry for myself for the first time. Why all these busy-ness? Why all the run and go? Why am I doing all these? Was it worth it? I’m confident with some of those is worthwhile. But some others… I don’t know. Sadly, those were the part that everyone feels is important for the reason hardly makes sense to the risk I take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As&lt;/span&gt; New Year approaching, I guess I have some strong no to some of those involvements in exchange to strong yes to what I can do in this season of my life. I honestly don’t want to be busy like this actually. At least, the effort has to worth something that makes sense to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have this feeling. I feel like there’s no tomorrow. Is not that kind of theory thing in some preaching or speech. I mean… is like real. The way I see time is this…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R2mAdIWXqXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bomoaaec6S0/s1600-h/sandclock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145785287193373042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R2mAdIWXqXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bomoaaec6S0/s320/sandclock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Time is dropping non-stop. When it is finish… it’s really finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Compare to if you see time as this…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R2mAn4WXqYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jVUR3AuZ7wU/s1600-h/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145785471876966786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R2mAn4WXqYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jVUR3AuZ7wU/s320/clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You will feel that time is forever. You feel like having forever to do something. There’s always tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The way to see my metaphor is when you have something to achieve in a certain point of time. Let say, you have an exam at 8 morning later. You wouldn’t spend your time on something else other than your preparation for the exam. If you don’t, you’ll miss it. Every single minute between 8 and now, is priceless. We live an average 80 years old, how long do we have actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My point is… I have something important to do. This thing is not making sense to most young people but definitely logical to older people. Problem with young people is… they never know how it is feeling to be old, ill and disable. In some extreme, maybe you can’t protect your family or provide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="webdings"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you are my close friend and you feel I have neglected you for some times… I feel sorry too. I’m making strong move towards what my heart desires in order to come back to you… again. I always think of you guys. Sometimes I feel so strong to take my chance to work in UK and put this to an end. Is not run away. Is… doing what’s really matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="webdings"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Before I end, this is what I read from SUCCESS BUILD TO LAST recently. If I remember clearly, it goes like this…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;“You can’t have time for everything. But you must have time for what’s matter to you.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: webdings"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have this wisdom for some time ago…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;“You are nobody until you live for somebody.” – Jacob.Y&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: webdings"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Is Christmas now, go and cherish with those who really matters to you. Spend time thinking about them and spend time with them. They are our future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-1086228642608595064?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/1086228642608595064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=1086228642608595064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1086228642608595064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1086228642608595064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/12/whats-matter.html' title='what&apos;s matter'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R2mAdIWXqXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bomoaaec6S0/s72-c/sandclock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5995237686804459401</id><published>2007-12-18T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:24:16.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phobiamatic/gamaddiction</title><content type='html'>I have phobia on rice or lunch. So sleepy… or I just having addiction playing game late at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-5995237686804459401?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5995237686804459401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5995237686804459401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5995237686804459401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5995237686804459401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/12/phobiamatic.html' title='phobiamatic/gamaddiction'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5152358792862403251</id><published>2007-12-07T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T12:12:09.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sun calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is morning. Woke up hours ago am still pounding from the rough days I had. Going home is such a pitiful desire every day, nowadays. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remember a conversation I had with a friend while we going home. Just realized she changed her course. She was planning carefully and all the deep thoughts went into just wanted to get into the right course. Yet, she felt it is not what she wants. I’m glad she learns a truth real quick. We can’t predict tomorrow, we’re just going with our best. At least, she is happier now and goes easy with these. Strip away from stress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Probably Asian’s culture tailor us to not make mistake. Too careful, over protected. I hope you are not. I figure years ago that this will not work. And this leads me to remember of Steve Jobs’ commencement address at Stanford. Click the link &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1R-jKKp3NA"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and watch it without distraction. I had my dose of encouragement when I first watch it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just come to realizes that the bar line for tiredness is when you’re in autopilot mode. Everything goes as it… erm… goes. Not really contend for the outcome. Maybe you did try, but probably you aren’t conscious about all the details one after one. Or says, you just aren’t fighting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hope I can see the sun today. It’s been a rain-day yesterday. That bright ray of morning light always has a way to pump strength into my veins. It always tells me it is a brand new day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o3Y8tzvj3MQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o3Y8tzvj3MQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-5152358792862403251?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5152358792862403251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5152358792862403251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5152358792862403251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5152358792862403251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/12/sun-calls.html' title='sun calls'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5949644201763159394</id><published>2007-12-01T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T08:45:25.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly lives forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a weird habit of not talking with people about the area of my expertise or interest. For example, video games, cooking, finance, art, drawing, song writing, fashion, and movie-making just to name a few. Haha. Kind of like throwing off how talented I am. But not really, I just fascinated by lotsa things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason was… I feel lazy to explain everything. Unless, I meet some like-minded weirdo. Imagine how many different kind of weirdo I can click with. I think that’s explained a bit about my multiple connections with people. And also about why am I so busy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finally played some games lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, World In Conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R1Bd7jaofHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7iMezpDz_Bk/s1600-R/WIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R1Bd7jaofHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uodGVHPAz2c/s400/WIC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138710452530347122" 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;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;I like the idea you don’t have to build bases and collect resources like any RTS in the past. You can just wretch people and blow stuffs up right away. That’s fun! I give 9/10. Thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Call of Duty 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R1BeFjaofII/AAAAAAAAAIA/iIa6k6938G8/s1600-R/COD4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R1BeFjaofII/AAAAAAAAAIA/nXwqf-cAcxo/s400/COD4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138710624329038978" 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;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;Amazing story gameplay combo working together giving away memorable fun to player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, Crysis.&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R1BcSDaofGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DOsd3y1NIGE/s1600-R/CRYSIS.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R1BcSDaofGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/SE0mfToHocQ/s400/CRYSIS.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138708640054148194" 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;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;Well, actually I haven’t played this game. BECAUSE, I’m sick! The Call of Duty 4 drives me crazy from the first scene about you have to sprint to escape from the sinking cargo ship. Left right left right left left right left. I fainted and fell off from the chair after a few try to complete the mission. All happen in 45mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motion sickness torments me from that moment until now (at the time of writing). I carry this stomach butterflies the whole day. Sigh. Work has been slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope I can take FPS in the future. Else, I would have to drop Crysis altogether. Such a blockbuster will be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for non-gamers readers. As you can see, I’m too lazy to explain RTS and FPS or anything of the soft of gamer clichés. I just feel like rant it out hope to get one or two butterfly out of my poor tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FPS = First Person Shooter&lt;br /&gt;RTS = Real Time Strategy&lt;br /&gt;All three games are most anticipated games of 2007. Making history kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-5949644201763159394?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5949644201763159394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5949644201763159394' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5949644201763159394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5949644201763159394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/12/butterfly-lives-forever.html' title='butterfly lives forever'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R1Bd7jaofHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uodGVHPAz2c/s72-c/WIC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-7125454549894723397</id><published>2007-11-26T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T11:38:27.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will be forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;2007 is wrapping up. One of the saddest things is people who used to close to you where now no more. Most reason why is they chooses something else for their life and departed. That was fine. But the hardest fact to swallow in was when I see their choices somehow looks… immature to me. Basically down to 2 main streams. One, by default. They went on with busy-ness without knowing they lost themselves in the process. Doing what people do. Two, unwise decision. Unable to define and recognize the risk and reward for what they’re dealing with and losses what really matter and precious which actually available to them now. Sigh, I remember I came from the same route too. That’s how I got smarter from wrong choices. I just feel unwilling to see them to go through the same stuff that drowned me before and our friendship becomes the regrettable sacrifice. But in the end, that’s their life. I hope the best will be fall into what they chooses in the end and turn around. But by that time, I will not be here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So long, dear friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R0mtrh9r3lI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pLY-qsRDy-4/s1600-h/SeeTheMorning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R0mtrh9r3lI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pLY-qsRDy-4/s400/SeeTheMorning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136827813355839058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening to See The Morning - Amazing Grace (My Chains Are Gone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-7125454549894723397?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/7125454549894723397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=7125454549894723397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7125454549894723397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7125454549894723397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/11/will-be-forever.html' title='will be forever'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R0mtrh9r3lI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pLY-qsRDy-4/s72-c/SeeTheMorning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-3456767812763640274</id><published>2007-11-23T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T01:45:13.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a kick today! I knew it when I was so die hard in completing my work and do submission right on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very lonely when you have to work alone and everyone is not. At the same time, the task was so difficult to get the right result. Long hours come around again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I knew it will be glorious when the moment I’ve completed my work. I felt so shiny when my production manager was so surprise for my early submission without have to box me 10 times. Next things were a “Well done!” from my fearsome directOR and his FYI mail from headquarter proving all my works. Only 5% turnover. I almost hit the ceiling when “A Very Good Submission!” drop in my mailbox. Is from the GM. All my superiors pads my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"In life, it seems difficult but all it takes was just a little more from yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me better or if you have work with me before. I guess I am a hard-pressing guy to you. I get things done nicely without excuses in the middle. No PARTY. No MOVIE. Yes, I’m stressed. But I know it’s all because work is undone. Honestly speaking. If I go party I will be more stressful. On top of that, I want it done superbly.  In many ways, I’m quite forgiving to sincere mistake and humanly tiredness. I know the way to success. I can lead people to win. All I need is you staying with me. Just a little more from yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In winning, it is calculate-able. But I’ve seem countless people drop half way in the name of too tired. Simply because they never calculate how to win and quit before the finish line. Sometimes I wonder do they have finish line to start with. If they know what I know, the competition will be much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Transformer Competition back in Emerge. It was a tough call. I got the job last minutes. All people do was just cheering. We’re the one san fu. Of coz, there’re some really nice people helping out. I’m thankful. In the starting, many people drop by helping. But the team getting smaller when the tiredness amount. Only 2 persons stay through with me. Chee Yang and Yosua. Yosua, he was just a new art student totally raw in skills. He was blur and weak in English. I almost want to strangle him in the process. At one time, I felt he is wasting too much of my time and left him alone. I asked him to leave. BUT, he stays. He follows. He stays through all the sleepless night. Without have to be the smartest or talentest guy. He holds the trophy together with us. I’m glad Chee Yang and Yosua make themselves a winner by overcome themselves. All it takes was just telling themselves “One more sleepless night” every night. I do the same myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always am hunting for these people, to bring them to future. But sadly, most people I met are too tired for "one more..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, I guess you’re thinking I’m insane. I take it as compliment. I always heard people reading newspaper or praising some sportsmen saying “They’re crazy, how they practiced?” I have seen Ronaldino’s warm up video where he hit goal post from miles away, ALL on target. MJ or Reggie Miller buzzer Hit. I shouted out “CRAZY” too. Jaw drops looking at these god-like acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how they did it. All it takes was just telling yourself, “One more night, one more try, one more page, one more day, one more… just one more…” by the moment you feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, we all have special grace in different area of expertise. If I were doing law I could die no matter how many “one more try” I tell myself. That’s another topic anyway. Choose your interest foolishly not carefully. You might miss your dreams by being overly careful.&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/5529084694568474383-3456767812763640274?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/3456767812763640274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=3456767812763640274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/3456767812763640274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/3456767812763640274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-more.html' title='one more'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-3917230742607798907</id><published>2007-11-22T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T02:13:38.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superstar</title><content type='html'>Eitan has grown so much. I can't remember what he was like when he was born until I come across this picture again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R0R1CR9r3iI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Y6DO6fyECyA/s1600-h/eitan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R0R1CR9r3iI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Y6DO6fyECyA/s400/eitan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135358157151526434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him when he do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R0R1KR9r3jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0Cj6dOf7DE0/s1600-h/P1030285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R0R1KR9r3jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0Cj6dOf7DE0/s400/P1030285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135358294590479922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eitan, can you let kor kor taste your fingers too?" "The one on your left."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm so curious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-3917230742607798907?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/3917230742607798907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=3917230742607798907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/3917230742607798907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/3917230742607798907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/11/superstar.html' title='superstar'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R0R1CR9r3iI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Y6DO6fyECyA/s72-c/eitan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-2951485362428073595</id><published>2007-11-20T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T03:11:26.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on my behalf</title><content type='html'>When stress amount and I won't go any party, late in the night my therapy would be singing with my guitar. Sometimes I just carried away from my work. Especially when you have a nice song keeps you thinking you're superstar. This is my latest favorite. Yea, I think I'm Jay Chou. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wouldn't be singing to all of you here. Lemme send you Jay Chou. He can sing quite good tho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KrMBhPhMnF8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KrMBhPhMnF8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my elder brother do look like Jay Chou. Trust me ok. Trust me. Come'on look at my picture you can find some resemble features we have like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-2951485362428073595?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/2951485362428073595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=2951485362428073595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2951485362428073595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2951485362428073595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-my-behalf.html' title='on my behalf'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-6772282643393738656</id><published>2007-11-16T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:49:19.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enlighten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hardly quote anything into my blog. I like originality. But I guess most of us need to be honest with ourselves that we're struggling with time. Look at our busyness it speaks loud that we're getting worriesome and tired just trying to get... on time. Exam, deadline, submission or even get married. Here's a wisdom enlightened me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day an expert was speaking to a group of business students about time management. He pulled out a one-gallon, wide-mouthed mason jar and set it on a table in front of him. Then he produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar.&lt;br /&gt;When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, "Is this jar full?" Everyone in the class said, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, "Really?" He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. Then he dumped some gravel in and shook the jar causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the spaces between the big rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked the group once more, "Is the jar full?" By this time the class was onto him. "Probably not," one of them answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good!" he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in and it went into all the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, "Is this jar full?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!" the class shouted. Once again he said, "Good!" Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim. Then he looked up at the class and asked, "What is the point of this illustration?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One student raised their hand and said, "The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard, you can always fit some more things into it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," the speaker replied, "that's not the point. The truth this illustration teaches us is, if you don't put the big rocks in first, you'll never get them in at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Time Management Wisdom~&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/5529084694568474383-6772282643393738656?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/6772282643393738656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=6772282643393738656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6772282643393738656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6772282643393738656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/11/enlighten.html' title='enlighten'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-1080682222909631420</id><published>2007-11-14T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:46:52.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday afternoon</title><content type='html'>The table is quiet. The people are silent. But the surrounding is busy. The surrounding is noisy. Everyone's talking but not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our face emotionless. Our food tasteless. Our eyes pivot to the center of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we're not in argument. We're not in disagreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just... just sleepy at the moment. Aiyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-1080682222909631420?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/1080682222909631420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=1080682222909631420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1080682222909631420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1080682222909631420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/11/wednesday-afternoon.html' title='wednesday afternoon'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5364912075604421811</id><published>2007-11-10T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T15:19:56.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bug's mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh ya, I haven’t update the blog. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, here’s the story.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is a fight going on between man and bug's world. Man won.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But he also suffered lost. He was mistakenly being treated as breakfast, lunch and dinner, oh sometimes supper.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Itchiness drives him crazy. He decided to dig everywhere anywhere to burn their hiding command center. Man prevails.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aiya. Basically the bedbug beats me la. But it wasn’t on my bed. Nowadays, bedbug hide in different place and it can go anywhere. I wonder. I Wikipedia-ed it. These guys are really nasty. When I found out some of their pictures I was nervous to meet them face to face coz they looks really nasty. Mystery told they are unseen. I hope it was right. I was so nervous to sleep one night thinking I lay down there waiting for bedbug king to eat me and suck me all out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it wasn’t like that. I told you. It wasn’t my bed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hates those guys. They meet me like meeting hell now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-5364912075604421811?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5364912075604421811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5364912075604421811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5364912075604421811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5364912075604421811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/11/bugs-mistake.html' title='bug&apos;s mistake'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-7798138901451882702</id><published>2007-11-07T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T09:37:38.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's your name?</title><content type='html'>I need to see doctor. I dunno what happen to me. Those little pox start popping up from anywhere in my body. Itchy. Painful.  Itchy and getting itchy. Oh no, what was that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-7798138901451882702?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/7798138901451882702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=7798138901451882702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7798138901451882702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7798138901451882702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-your-name.html' title='what&apos;s your name?'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-1784585991382787872</id><published>2007-11-06T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T02:07:57.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knockin my door</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People starts talking about it. Yes, it's near. In fact, it has become my favorite above all else. CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas makes me feel young. Unlike Chinese New Year, getting ang pao is like a warning issue by relative to get married. Feel even terrible when you receiving together with those younger ones. I mean kids. Aiyo. They'll probably turn to you for ang pao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I didn't experience that. Those are my friend's story. I'm an elf, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the presents is different. It makes you feel younger when you receiving presents. The more you have the younger you'll feel. Just like it. I'm happy to give too. People smiles. That's love in the air. Compare to CNY, giving ang pao compulsorily makes giving presents voluntary priceless. It's time to pen down Xmas list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lar, tomorrow Christmas la. Merry Xmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-1784585991382787872?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/1784585991382787872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=1784585991382787872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1784585991382787872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1784585991382787872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/11/knockin-my-door.html' title='knockin my door'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-2148927867944734990</id><published>2007-10-28T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:21:55.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letter after survival</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Phew~ I’ve survived the night. It was horrifying experience. People throwing each other into swimming pool. Some other night, people throwing cakes. Some other other night, people striping each other cloth. Some another other count-loss night, people can drive your car away. Most of the night, we sat at mamak for the rest of the night. What we do, we celebrate birhtday-ssss. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Now, to my horror. 20 over babies born between 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; to 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. Not counted those Hi-bye-never-meet-for-decade friends. I’m talking about those important aka close friends. I mean those we have a “past” together. So, probably 50 in this month. Friendster keeps bombing me with alert. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;If birthdays continue in this intensity. I’ll be diagnosing with diabetes. My new discovery was that, yuppie group loves to make babies during Christmas holiday’s season. Yea, back to 20 years ago it was a good time for couples I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Now my eye bag darkens like panda. It was already a hard call in studio, and yet I still have to run for life from crazy people who throw everyone anyone regardless you are the birthday boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;To all the wonderful October babies, I’m sorry if I ever miss your birthday. Or I have only said a wish. You’re IMPORTANT. Just that Jacob is limited with his resources and attention spread over to many many other babies. Some other time he’s actually hiding somewhere in the deep mountain for his safety. Most of the time, he is being captured by monsters. SO hope you have a memorable birthday this year. And be blessed. Forget about present okay, present will only come next next next year later. Hahahaha. If I remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;P/S:&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Should I setup an October Babies Presents Fund in the future or keep hiding in the deep mountain? Argghhh...!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-2148927867944734990?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/2148927867944734990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=2148927867944734990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2148927867944734990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2148927867944734990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/10/overwhelmed.html' title='letter after survival'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-2054622288314254116</id><published>2007-10-21T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T00:02:30.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elf man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was fine from the beginning. It didn't bother me and I didn't bother about it. It's actually look natural. But it become problematic. I've tried to ignore it. Yet, I can't run away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;New friend No. 1&lt;/span&gt;: Where are you studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No, I'm working actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;New Friend No. 1&lt;/span&gt;: Ha? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get this same question every week. Or whenever I being introduce to a new friend. In some occasion, I get bombarded many many times by the same question. So I invented new answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;New Friend No.333&lt;/span&gt;: So... where are you studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Er... no, I'm not studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;New Friend No. 333&lt;/span&gt;: So what are you doing? Working?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Ermm.. ya.a... (Look embarrassed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;New Friend No. 333&lt;/span&gt;: (Felt like asking the wrong question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I aaactually working already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;New Friend No. 333&lt;/span&gt;: Aww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Ya... life's tough... family cannot support. Have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;New Friend No. 333&lt;/span&gt;: Is okay, you can get ahead better than other. More experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Erm. Well. I actually completed my diploma already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;New Friend No. 333&lt;/span&gt;: HA!? What!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Suddenly New Friend No. 333 become the most confusing person in the world... so as New Friend No. 334, 335, 336 and so forth.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha~! I'm having fun looking at these reaction all the time. I love surprises. I guess there're still many New Friend thinking I'm a student. I pray they'll forgive me. But true, there are still some New Friendss trying to update my life asking: How's your college man? Which turns out another embarrasses situation. Aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wisdom and knowledge has grown. I've matured from all difficulties that any students and working adult can experienced. My attitude refined and character molded. When I look at students and younger one struggling. I just smile and remember how I went through the same stuff or probably the harder version. My inside has grown but my outside did not follow. Standing beside any growing testerone-fueled youngster. We're look alike but the different was my eyes beaming with confident about myself and Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime is funny to note ladies probably same age like me thinking I'm a younger brother. To think about 30s. I don't like having tummy and looks sloppy. I'll definitely keep going with my workout and being fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's who I am. Blessed to lives like an Elf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-2054622288314254116?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/2054622288314254116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=2054622288314254116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2054622288314254116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2054622288314254116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/10/elf-man.html' title='elf man'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-4960381227751397911</id><published>2007-10-19T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:49:34.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reprise</title><content type='html'>When was the last time you put on music and just listen to the music? I figure most of us always doing something else at the same time. Believe me, just music okay. It taste so much better. I remember I did it everyday during secondary school time. It was care free. I wrote many beautiful songs and pick up singing during that time too. I should relive that again. Feel regret some how tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmnnn~! I can die listen to music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-4960381227751397911?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/4960381227751397911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=4960381227751397911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/4960381227751397911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/4960381227751397911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/10/relive.html' title='reprise'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-2549708667412750332</id><published>2007-10-15T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T03:14:41.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inbox (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The night is cold, rain drop brings natural quietness unlike any other sun-burning day. The killer came when you turn on some sentimental music. Especially when you have a new computer with nice sound equipment. Everything from the speaker is clear and beautiful. Lee Hom be my guest tonight. That's where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being busy all along, it is a bit weird to have holiday. I stock-in some beef, source and stuffs just planning staying at home enjoying the reward of my hard labor - new pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone doing? I guess I haven't really check out everybody closely. Updates mostly heard from someone somewhere. Hope everyone is doing fine. Hope that we're be free soon and chill out abit. My circle couldn't involve everyone as I wish. I've just enter another new season. Things is different and associates also varied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you feel excited and new about future. I'm happy for you tho. Update me ya. Maybe you are feeling sad or direction less. I heard news people broke out people change. Or something just couldn't make sense now. Life just happen anyway. Just smile :). And things wasn't that bad after all. Or you are like me, just put up a fight. If it still doesn't work out. Just call me, I might have a few drop of tears to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the people out there, I'm excited to meet you guys soon. Hmn~ That's future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Oh ya, this is from Vista. Cheers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/RxJpdS5B0pI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fzzgRfNzkNE/s1600-h/Change_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/RxJpdS5B0pI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fzzgRfNzkNE/s200/Change_Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121271678281831058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;改變自己&lt;/span&gt; - 星期六的深夜 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday Midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-2549708667412750332?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/2549708667412750332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=2549708667412750332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2549708667412750332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2549708667412750332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/10/inbox-1.html' title='inbox (1)'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/RxJpdS5B0pI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fzzgRfNzkNE/s72-c/Change_Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-786521340068549424</id><published>2007-10-13T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T03:20:26.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to continue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Waking up in the middle of the night, I feel restless. Decision came after a few flipping left and right that I'll get up and finish the fight. Ohh.. a famous statement in game industry lately. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;That decision driven by a desire fueled back from many years ago when I bought my first personal computer with my dad's money. That amount of money was a lot to us during that time but not a lot to those who sell computer. Prior to lack of knowledge in this area. All decisions made were based on 2 key factors. 1, budget and 2, my roommates.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Results no.1 was, I use pirated software (OS) and goes without antivirus protection. Making myself go online like a theft and keep clicking off those update popup. Just being ignorant to my inner being wanted to be a techno guy. Haih... Furthermore, computing speed was only sufficient during that first few months of purchase and hardly catch it's breathe after 6 months later. What a sad case.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;My eyes' getting tired again after staring at screen waiting for another backup DVD out of the oven. Really painful waiting for something so simple like this to run in a slow computer. Seriously wasting your life. Equation is… speed kills. I mean the slow one. Therefore, my conclusion always true: "Faster laaa..."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Now that I've done my push up just to kill time. It finally comes to last bit to backup. I'm glad... really glad. Now, next's up is reformatting and installing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; which will take another couple of hours. To be honest, it is my first time doing it myself tho. When it finish, it's beers time. Hope I can write my next post onward from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;. Haha. Awesome.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Did you realize my English seems a bit odd today? Arrghh... blame to those computer website reviews. I read too much lately... American american...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-786521340068549424?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/786521340068549424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=786521340068549424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/786521340068549424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/786521340068549424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-continue.html' title='to continue'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-2761290308798492875</id><published>2007-09-30T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:57:52.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stylization</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/Rv9SgIFxdqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/63supICZ3Sg/s1600-h/206BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115898413597161122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/Rv9SgIFxdqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/63supICZ3Sg/s400/206BW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohh... I've been starring at these for months! Among the various brands in the market. This lady stand out for it's 2ms Response Time. Of ALL the reviews I've read. It is the Highest ranking LCD in 20'in category. Being an artist, my artsy eyes being lured away by it's piano glossy black frame and it's luminate power bottom. I have enough of 3:4 ratio screen. For now on, let's go wide. I love it. Well, it's Samsung. What else can I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next note is Vista. I also bored by XP blue, olive and silver theme interface. Let's be stylish. Basically, Vista was just a duplicate of Mac OS. I love Steve Job's beautiful and creative invention. Mac Leopard is powerful and beautiful. I always admire. But because of my heavy usage of graphical software and numerous crazy plug-in. I'm stuck with windows. Finally, Microsoft makes an effort to &lt;em&gt;copy&lt;/em&gt; Mac OS. Well, at least that's something. I can enjoy a better computing experience in the digital world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing was... I will bring them home real soon. HOO WOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-2761290308798492875?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/2761290308798492875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=2761290308798492875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2761290308798492875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2761290308798492875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/09/stylization.html' title='stylization'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/Rv9SgIFxdqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/63supICZ3Sg/s72-c/206BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-8507271547098302985</id><published>2007-09-29T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T01:51:07.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>show the world your smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Life, is a very interesting subject. Like everyone, I have my point of view about it. It was started out really dramatic. Then it was full of anger and tears. Feel lonely and strength came along. Contentment and strife. Hope and make a different. Where all come from the choices made at that time. When I look back. It was so far away I couldn’t clearly see what was really happen and how I got thus far. Yet, I turn toward the sunshine who calling me with a new song. With a little excited. With a little courage. With a little hope. I simply believe that’s love in this journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you believe it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-8507271547098302985?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/8507271547098302985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=8507271547098302985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8507271547098302985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8507271547098302985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/09/show-world-your-smile.html' title='show the world your smile'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-5136616122714611856</id><published>2007-09-17T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T06:40:45.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under my skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/Ru2qiJnfkqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/neqvdTlUI-Y/s1600-h/Joel_concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/Ru2qiJnfkqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/neqvdTlUI-Y/s400/Joel_concert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110928655809221282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/Ru2piZnfkpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5YPzQdxC2FA/s1600-h/joel_houston_side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/Ru2piZnfkpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5YPzQdxC2FA/s400/joel_houston_side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110927560592560786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;My heart beat stop.&lt;br /&gt;Staring at these for so long… I forgot it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="18"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;6 o’clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...and wondering why he look so cool when looking down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-5136616122714611856?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/5136616122714611856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=5136616122714611856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5136616122714611856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/5136616122714611856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/09/under-my-skin.html' title='under my skin'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/Ru2qiJnfkqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/neqvdTlUI-Y/s72-c/Joel_concert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-2869591605475161575</id><published>2007-09-06T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:41:50.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL-ites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;3 of us were direction less. We keep finding the place with little piece and pieces of information. I begin to see more and more beautiful people with nice make up and stylish dressing passing by. I thought, only someone like beauty queen are capable to attract these people. Semut attracts semut. We’re closing in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I feel funny when you need to mention your church’s name for registry to enter the pub. Haha, so we are IN the world then? Ok, once entered I need to turn on my in-built sub-woofer to battle with the loud music which is kinda norm if you’re coming from a church like City Harvest every week. We’re probably louder. Haha. Second thing was, I feel like going home to change. Everyone’s dressed like a superstar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So yeah a bunch of us went to pub last night. Hannah is hot rocking chick no joke. I can connect with her when she sings “I’m a believer”. Here’s a secret, when I’m down or discourage or something. I don’t sing worship song. In fact, I sing other songs that are motivating. Something likes “When You Believe”. I mean I don’t sing that, just an example. It is by far how I get up again. Of course, prayer as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;After a few days now, I can't think of how to update those events happen in the past. Too much to cover. For sure, life grows bigger and stronger. No longer a small little kid running around looking for hideout but stand up and crush the enemies. Which I like so much. I can protect my loved one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;P/S: Feel like getting an electric guitar and rock my heart out. Uhh~&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fri-day spirit. Must be the song. Check out the song (below).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXfgBlQDozg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXfgBlQDozg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/Rt9GkFYVl4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZS8xXTK_Rzw/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106878088194922370" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/Rt9GkFYVl4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZS8xXTK_Rzw/s200/cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Listening to - &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secret&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="zh-Hant"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;電影原聲帶 - 不能說的秘密&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-2869591605475161575?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/2869591605475161575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=2869591605475161575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2869591605475161575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2869591605475161575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-of-us-were-directionless.html' title='KL-ites'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/Rt9GkFYVl4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZS8xXTK_Rzw/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-7946508399689673636</id><published>2007-09-03T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T13:41:35.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live life bigger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Man... How should I began to write this post? It was way too many things to cover. Way too many precious moment taken place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Well, I'm back from hiding in the high mountain and deep blue sea. What a well deserved holiday weekend. Everything happened is connected to Food. I just eat. I can't resist my favorite fish ball noodle and white coffee combo. Tried first time ever Fried Chu Cheong Fun. I bet not many of you tasted it. It's nice. And the juicy BIG head prawn was the highlight of the day. If I ever stay longer, I would have my curry mee too. Well, better stop here. Someone's stealing my food. The only down side I have was taking 6 hrs to go home. I hope Kelvin is right. Let us see Malaysian free from traffic jam 50 yrs from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Phew.. It's been weeks of hard work and in-human livelihood. And I won the Transformer competition and a silver for acrylic painting. Really a BIG thanks to all the congratulation show up in formal or informal ways. Thanks for the support and encouragement whenever you see me around. Some of you even send encouragement through mails and sms when you saw my tired face. In most cases, many render my tired face as worrisome face. To be frank, I don't worry. I just feel sleepy hahaha. Ultimately, thanks to my Starscream team. I'm still thinking of ways to thank you. Here's a confession to make, Allison is da best. Yes, thanks for the moral support every late night, no, every 4-5 morning. You're full of energy running around helping nothing much but giving support by being there. I learn great thing from you. The trophy is yours to keep. Proud to be in VU, really. So many cherish friendship. Fri-day is da best! And congrats to all the winners! We rock too hard, everyone's shaking. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;One of the beaming message shinning across in Emerge was that God is looking for one person to stand up and answer His call. Yeah, old story. I'm sad that no one take it serious. In movie "Evan Almighty", Evan said "everyone's called." Truly, I know everyone have a dream somehow but not many pursuit it. All kind of excuses stop them. Could be parent's expectation, financial or health. Too enjoy in their own pleasure. Reality only sink in when age catching up. It is sad to see some of my friends too soak up with their own little problem and misses the big picture. Wanting a bf, loneliness, no time, busy working... we can be more spiritual minded than that. More mature from the inside to handle again I says... little problem like that. Because there is a bigger problem out there. We can't afford to be small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot to cover. But it's late. I'll try again next post or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-7946508399689673636?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/7946508399689673636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=7946508399689673636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7946508399689673636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7946508399689673636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/09/live-life-bigger.html' title='live life bigger'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-9032570578225264250</id><published>2007-08-30T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T04:27:00.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>specified</title><content type='html'>"Don't be yourself; be unique." - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jacob Yuean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-9032570578225264250?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/9032570578225264250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=9032570578225264250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/9032570578225264250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/9032570578225264250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/08/specify-required.html' title='specified'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-4148376211141155771</id><published>2007-08-27T03:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T03:55:05.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years</title><content type='html'>I have been staying in church for like almost 10 years. And did all kind of stuffs. There's sleepy part. There's pissed off part. There's hard work and chill-out part too. All is getting ready for Emerge. I've seen most of the preparation. I can tell new talents is about to rise up. I always love to see people found who they are when doing something they're good at. They makes you feel like doing what they do. I feel like dancing, singing, jamming and cheer leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many would says, this event that day will change life. For me, it already did. Along the difficult time in preparing all these things, I've gain great friendship and stronger bonding with everyone. Leadership skills sharpened. Faith is stretched. I'm one step closer to my call. Just watching wouldn't do you any gain. But jump in and get dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I've gone through the day am still awake. Anyway, I should sleep now. The coming week is the peak of all busyness. After that, I'll go hiding in  some deep forest or high mountain. See you there, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-4148376211141155771?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/4148376211141155771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=4148376211141155771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/4148376211141155771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/4148376211141155771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/08/10-years.html' title='10 years'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-3991016404567210554</id><published>2007-08-25T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T05:49:35.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile</title><content type='html'>I just got home not long ago. Yes, is an early morning. Living a life crazy like this is not a pretty picture. Everything comes with a package. Good and bad. I hope the Transformer competition will get each one of us a PS3 home. Else, the hard work is not paying off. I can feel all my teammate's pain man. But I'm certain. I see pride in their work. They have what I call - passion. I love working with people like that. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of those days. As I line up for my turn to get an ice-cream. There is this pretty girl serving. She keeps smiling. I don't know what's with her. But I enjoy her smile. Little did I know, I smile too. Very happy. When my turn comes, I smile big big with her. She turn around to get ice-cream for me... with smile. HmnnnH~! The ice-cream tastes so good that day. You might guess she is a very beautiful girl. You're right. But overweight kind. But I don't care. She looks so adorable. The most beautiful thing on earth. You just need to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder... when can I cut my hair... haih...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-3991016404567210554?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/3991016404567210554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=3991016404567210554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/3991016404567210554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/3991016404567210554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/08/smile.html' title='smile'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-4356340396277889663</id><published>2007-08-21T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T04:38:28.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>most beautiful thing</title><content type='html'>"It's always wonderful to get to know women, with the mystery and the joy and the depth. If you can make a woman laugh, you're seeing the most beautiful thing on God's Earth." - Keanu Reeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes stop at this statement. I truly agree with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-4356340396277889663?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/4356340396277889663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=4356340396277889663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/4356340396277889663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/4356340396277889663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/08/most-beautiful-thing.html' title='most beautiful thing'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-7992901511417910870</id><published>2007-08-21T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T03:06:25.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feel free to change the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I survive the wave. No, I did quite well actually. I did have some complain. But all in all, it was a tough call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that 48 hours working spree. I had only 3 hours sleep after 24 hours tension-packed working run. That's not a minute rest. Brain drained. Hands shaking. Vision blunted. Hunger calls. Sore throat. I forgot what else I had. But I know I was in terrible shape. I was just throw myself all out. Hitting every walls. I guess I was hitting quite hard. Worst case was, cameras or video camera keep shooting at me. My already wore-out face look like crap. I was just ignoring them and hoping they'll have some technical issue and the tape gone. Keep wondering why. Cameramen hates me or think I'm really talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm quite cool these days. All hail to the stress then. It was just my manifestation of stress. I hardly smile. All brain cells went to process thoughts forget to run smile muscles. Sorry, if I scare anyone. I'll get Starscream to kiss you back. Happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I'll get my hair cut real soon. It doesn't look like a rock star. Sometime I had trouble recognize myself. Haha. And some of my friends also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have lotsa inspiration and lifted while watching these clips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IPuUIUWE8h8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IPuUIUWE8h8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O8qGZ6vSWvI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O8qGZ6vSWvI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nCHc6_Zw7zA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nCHc6_Zw7zA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think Joe is just rock! I'll just quote what he said, "feel free to change the world."&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/5529084694568474383-7992901511417910870?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/7992901511417910870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=7992901511417910870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7992901511417910870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7992901511417910870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/08/feel-free-to-change-world.html' title='feel free to change the world'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-7641614125126928624</id><published>2007-08-17T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T19:52:06.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sliver lining</title><content type='html'>I feel like having fish ball noodle, economic mihum, lou mai gai, white coffee, or dim sum. Feel like wake up early in the morning, jogging before the sun greets our face. And smile at those aunties who doing tai-chi exercise.  Feel like cycling on the high way alone. Feel like frying French-fried in the morning. Feel like talk to my friend’s mother and be in their present. I don’t know why. A lot of mothers like me. They treat me like their son. Feel like playing with my chocolate monster. I miss her and her evil smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now. I have another rally to fight. I will win the war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-7641614125126928624?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/7641614125126928624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=7641614125126928624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7641614125126928624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7641614125126928624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/08/sliver-lining.html' title='sliver lining'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-7765738008444861434</id><published>2007-08-15T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T03:19:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lightspeed in patient</title><content type='html'>It is clear to me, I am and will be very busy to the rest of this week. There are 3 thousands things to do. My daily quota increased. SMS inbox is full everyday. Emails and calls countless. Quick meals. Back to back meetings. Restless answer and respond. Asset sheet update. Outlook planning. Flash groceries shopping. Home almost midnight each day. Visited various toilets available from any public place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I pray whenever I go. On the train, on my desk, when I walk or when I wait. There is no more personal space. I just do it right away... In my spirit or my mouth mumbling. I long to go home where I’ll just shut the door with my guitar and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I keep my weekly workout routine and supplement intake carefully. Leave mails and sms for one's that I hold dear. Celebrate unlimited birthday surprise or farewell. Read up a book. Never compromise parts that make up my life. Balance is the key. All I want is consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great life in fact. Make so many new friends. I can sense the season of leadership is at hand. Is gonna rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-7765738008444861434?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/7765738008444861434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=7765738008444861434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7765738008444861434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/7765738008444861434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/08/lightspeed-in-patient.html' title='lightspeed in patient'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-8514204725870011950</id><published>2007-08-11T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T11:01:04.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22mins ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The engine is screaming. The train is pacing. Passengers standing.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes thinking, about Your rescue that night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like it. But I recalled, it was like another night when I first call Your name.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;That long forgotten feeling. It was the same. I know You came.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is shaking. Evil is trembling. I’m a free man is the next thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;“I call… You answered.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You came into my rescue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to be where You are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank You for coming that night, as I desperate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m no longer the same. My life, my world and love were lifted high.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I walk out the train with tears,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk together,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my Savior King.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-8514204725870011950?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/8514204725870011950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=8514204725870011950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8514204725870011950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8514204725870011950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/08/22mins-ride.html' title='22mins ride'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-8086258647477397430</id><published>2007-08-07T07:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:51:01.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welded'esire</title><content type='html'>I just wish..&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that... I can come home early every night.&lt;br /&gt;A little wish... that's all I desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-8086258647477397430?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/8086258647477397430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=8086258647477397430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8086258647477397430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/8086258647477397430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/08/weldedesire.html' title='welded&apos;esire'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-1563314577872054674</id><published>2007-07-30T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T19:30:58.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;As I stand in the house of God today. I just wanna worship God in all liberty. It will be good if I could have a great time after much struggle with sickness the whole day previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some has come to me with kindness knowing how I fall sick, they amazed me. I mean their love. Some, in my disappointment they've come with judgment wonder why I sit quite far back and wrapped like a balloon acting in backward attitudes. I almost wanna shout out on top of my lung "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" Oh well, sometimes the weirdest kind of human being come from religious christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many years of working in the society. I've meet nice and bad people from both sides. Believer and non-believer. I start my discovery by asking one question, "What's the different between christian or non-christian?" All of us human being have emotions, weaknesses, dreams, money, and bills to pay. All of us enjoy success or suffer lost in our life. We relate to people, start family, enjoy sex life, raise children and pay taxes. I can name all the things we do no different. But what makes christian is far more superior playing all the games or thinking non-believer need Jesus? We are a new generation. We no longer effective in reaching out to people by sharing gospel like selling insurance. Or they will be put to death if they responded uninterested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From years of searching, I have my answer. I no longer see a person's label anymore. As they call themselves christian. I'm looking into their life, their actions and most importantly their love for people and for God. We have higher standard set before us, more than going to church every weekend and raise our hand answer alter call or singing holy song will make us holy. But FEAR GOD. In ALL that you do, fear Him. Non-believer excise love too but not everyone of them fear God. Just like as long as old kings of Israel fear God, they will be prospered. Bible doesn't imply all of them love Him. If this concept shake your little mind, you better read your bible seriously again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obviously, this post is driven by holy anger. More than rambling I wish I can teach some basic christian living through this event that leverage my readers. I seriously don't wanna meet any religious christian anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sometime is good to be kind than to be right."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: Feel like having KFC, and tom yam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-1563314577872054674?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/1563314577872054674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=1563314577872054674' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1563314577872054674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/1563314577872054674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/07/thats-enough.html' title='that&apos;s enough'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-9177384485315951328</id><published>2007-07-27T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:22:07.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool, cold</title><content type='html'>At first, it was cool to be cold. I mean the weather. It soft of like living in winter. My life was, getting up every morning and had a real cold bath. Real cold kind. That kind that will make people jumping dancing in the bathroom. But I take it like a MAN. My inner voice saying, "Cheh, this is not cold la." In fact, I really can take it. No problem. Another "sap sap sui" labeled. There I went on to do all big MAN do. Push up. See, you just have to proof it. I do gain some "mass". You'll see. So guess what, I get rid of cold from bath in just a minute. Feel great. Feel really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to work. There, my office is having winter too. Everyone wrapped in jackets and stuffs. Sometimes I wonder those mouse' click sound is from the mouse itself or their teeth's. Sometimes it's rain sometimes sunny outside. Who cares? We're just in winter anyway. All these weeks God knows why, is raining all the time. I feel cold wherever I went. Be it in the bus or LRT. Be it in church or walking down the road. But today's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My joker Malay colleague next to me fall sick.  Head is heavy and dizzy. Didn't talk much. In my mind, "Haih, so un-cool. See! didn't take care of himself. Must be a man ma." But after lunch hour, I began to see 4 monitors in front of me. Wow, that's cool. But in 2 seconds later it went back to 2. I then turn to my already dead colleague said, "Man... I feel you man..." "What happen?" "I think I jatuh sakit (fall sick)." "Hahaha! Cool man!" I suddenly wanna jump up and beat him up. But I feel so sorry that I judge my brother early on. Sorry, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't feel great. My head will explode soon. It was my mistake to push up after the cold bath. And you, take my advice. Don' t simply do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-9177384485315951328?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/9177384485315951328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=9177384485315951328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/9177384485315951328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/9177384485315951328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/07/cool-cold.html' title='cool, cold'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-3618192691842584575</id><published>2007-07-21T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:19:12.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a glance</title><content type='html'>This is a kick ass movie. All around the world is celebrating it. This is one of my favorite for sure - The Transformer. For some of you, you knows I started drawing when I was 3, Transformer was one of my favorite subject. *proud proud* Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for the production note or interview since I came out from the cinema. If you are enthusiasts, here's some links. These articles are no stranger to us who work in entertainment industry. It could be an eye opener for those who work in law, accounting, engineering and etc etc. A look into the movie industry. The joy and passion from people behind the scene making all these robots. I never felt enough watching them talking about their creation. I love to be interviewed one day too. So yeah, I love the life in these industries. Hard work, creative, satisfaction, glamorous, passion and love, speaker of the world crisis and if you are good lots of money waiting for you. On the side notes, I love freestyle attire, can't feel natural with power suit. Is okay to wear it once in awhile, but cant do it everyday. I should do some research what is Steve Job's working attire. Strangely, I never see him in power suit these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://features.cgsociety.org/story_custom.php?story_id=4150&amp;amp;referer=newsletter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformer - Alex Jaeger's Interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Jaeger's &lt;a href="http://www.alxart.com/"&gt;Portfolio&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.alxartblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-3618192691842584575?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/3618192691842584575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=3618192691842584575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/3618192691842584575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/3618192691842584575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-glance.html' title='in a glance'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-6476034969997847775</id><published>2007-07-18T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T00:46:46.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, Letting go is difficult;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it's better off that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-6476034969997847775?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/6476034969997847775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=6476034969997847775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6476034969997847775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/6476034969997847775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529084694568474383.post-2479554498273916030</id><published>2007-07-18T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:06:44.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oldtime believer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I enjoy a great satisfaction when I’ve achieve a great deal of success after hard work and hard hard work. I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;we will have moment feels like a failure. I believe it was good for the sake of better tomorrow. Sometimes things like this happen is good for us as we’ll remember where we started and remain humble when we were on top of the world someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;All in all I’m grateful for what I have achieved so far. Am sitting enjoy some favorite songs of old. You can’t believe it but it’s true. I’m revisiting Jay Chou’s classic from where he began his career. Lotsa memories yet very lifted up. I really appreciate his talents and hard work altogether. Much as I love my work being appreciated too. At the end, the world is build upon beautiful touch of passion and love. That’s future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I am a believer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529084694568474383-2479554498273916030?l=jacobyuean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/feeds/2479554498273916030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529084694568474383&amp;postID=2479554498273916030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2479554498273916030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529084694568474383/posts/default/2479554498273916030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyuean.blogspot.com/2007/07/oldtime-believer.html' title='oldtime believer'/><author><name>JYJL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169168572436224142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7c-UevDQwWU/R8y6aUWp3cI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UhiV-Gi8bv8/S220/2008_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
