<?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-7914026255926171747</id><updated>2012-02-13T09:08:02.650+08:00</updated><category term='video'/><category term='movie'/><category term='games'/><category term='music'/><category term='travel'/><category term='headlines'/><category term='food and beverage'/><category term='star'/><category term='book'/><category term='health and sports'/><category term='daily bits'/><category term='EOL Reinvent'/><title type='text'>Expression Of Life 2</title><subtitle type='html'>Be it coloured or greyed, every minute helps me grow. &amp; here I am now.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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/&gt;自认有点胆小。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那几天在印度darjeeling，入住了一家还算便宜的guesthouse。二楼，房很大，有普通两间房间的size。一边摆了张床，浴室在隔壁。另一边有两张椅子和桌子供休息用，墙上挂有一面镜子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最厉害的是，椅子桌子旁边隔开了很大一个角落，暗暗地，什么也没有，象是供人祈祷用的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我问大姐，有没有小房？ 她笑了，指向那个角落说：喏，你要小房就给你这里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜晚，darjeeling很冷，我没有厚实的衣物，唯有尽可能将自己裹在棉被里。房里黄灯昏暗，那种感觉不用多说，心照。我将电视扭开，转到了动物频道，转移注意力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后自己慢慢睡去，任由电视里头的动物乱跑乱跳…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实想想，我对印度鬼没什么印象。像油鬼仔？ 还是一样长发灰脸红眼睛？ 无论如何，还是觉得怪怪的，所以自己一般入住较为“特殊”的环境，我都会将电灯亮着入睡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有没有睡好？不知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在我的房间很小，在曼谷thanon khaosan的隔一条街，背包客的天堂。低楼，房外便是走廊，随时会有人声。我心想，这次可睡好了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚上我关了灯，将棉被拉好，脑袋却浮现了coming soon*两字...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*泰国鬼片，女鬼怪吓人的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-2470892272956268444?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2470892272956268444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=2470892272956268444' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2470892272956268444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2470892272956268444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='开房'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4fHDjKpuEc/TZDPP6iYFgI/AAAAAAAACXo/dWx_YBk4KtY/s72-c/IMG_5288.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-4579780659426369434</id><published>2010-08-05T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:48:01.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>山上的第一篇幅。</title><content type='html'>这是一则真人真事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天，我忙着，客人很多，要求五花八门。 我撇见一角有几位女士，对着我的店指指点点，然后拿起相机照了几张照。 然后其中一人过来，用英语问了我一个问题，以下是我们的对话记录。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why you put the weighing scale there ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the weighing scale. why you put there?" 她指向店面上方，外人来来往往容易看见的一角。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ohhh!! because behind the wall we have a cabinet, so the we put the thing there..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no cannot!! you must put it down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我开始明白是怎回事，却装傻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and what is the other thing ah? u must take it down also!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"take it down later!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后她像取得了胜利地离开，和其他几人聚合。 我刻意拉了个员工，在她面前指指点点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她到回来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i see you have problem of thinking who am I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya...you are?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm the GENTING TENANCY MANAGER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ohhh...but you should've introduced right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i can see you are very new here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes. i am new"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm here for very long time. take it down later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多时候，这种人真的让人觉得沮丧。　我不知她是否知晓，我早知道她是什么身份，却装傻。职位，一点都不重要。为何她有一幅不可一世的样子，以为所有人都该对她谦卑?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;慢慢觉得，职位高，水准不一定高。　有水准的人，　职位高否一点都不重要。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenancy manager?! 不外如是，说华语她该会舒服很多。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-4579780659426369434?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4579780659426369434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=4579780659426369434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4579780659426369434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4579780659426369434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='山上的第一篇幅。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-1898095133285511669</id><published>2010-05-21T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:28:29.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>M1: BROS bottle</title><content type='html'>M here doesn't mean mature, metro sexual, money or even Martin. But mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until the minutes these article is written, I still think a water bottle which cost RM49.90 is kinda expensive. Or it is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that just what I bought last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROS. I'm unsure if it's indeed as luxurious as it seems, but my motive is simple. Trying to reduce a little of plastic usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe many don't realize, nor having the least idea of, how many rubbish &amp;amp; trashed items we Human produce a day. Let's imagine this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One chained retail coffeehouse brings at least one big bag rubbish a day. Then we have a total of 45 same brand stores nationwide. And we have uncountable different cafes, restaurants, mamak etc in our country. &amp;amp; to add up to the calculation, 1 bag only = those slow volume outlet outside major mega malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in this. For what we don't see, we don't see the picture. For what we never been, we take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to buy a mineral water while taking bus back to my hometown, &amp;amp; the plastic bottle often dumped straight into the rubbish bin once I'm home. RM2.50 x 2 ways. I would have created some high value in-disposable trash while quenching my thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I do watch cinema movies very often. I'm not a fan of chilled soft drinks yet most of the times I would have bought one or two. &amp;amp; left some mess only the cinema staffs know after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm doing is not to create some huge changes to save the World, but only some tiny effort in doing good deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S_Zf9iFJ_lI/AAAAAAAACXI/F5jWLoc4IWA/s1600/download.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S_Zf9iFJ_lI/AAAAAAAACXI/F5jWLoc4IWA/s400/download.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473667907840507474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-1898095133285511669?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1898095133285511669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=1898095133285511669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1898095133285511669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1898095133285511669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2010/05/m1-bros-bottle.html' title='M1: BROS bottle'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S_Zf9iFJ_lI/AAAAAAAACXI/F5jWLoc4IWA/s72-c/download.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-7308782517723863213</id><published>2010-04-01T10:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:27:44.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headlines'/><title type='text'>Of mixed thought.</title><content type='html'>For countless times, when the rhythms filled the empty corners, I knew, things are going to be OK. &amp;amp; for many many times either, I get empowered, knowing the bad hours is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once text ed out: when you feel comfort &amp;amp; eased every time you heard the voice, you know it has touched your soul, &amp;amp; etched your memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't ask me, what do I like about him. We all know, what attracted us in the beginning, stays for just a period, then vanished into thin air without we even knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years. I would say to sums up everything in 10 years by just a word, it's greedy. &amp; stupid in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things changed. When the least you expect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S7QbjEU-4rI/AAAAAAAACXA/vd8p2wPmXyM/s1600/6a00d8341c730253ef0133ec502cbe970b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S7QbjEU-4rI/AAAAAAAACXA/vd8p2wPmXyM/s400/6a00d8341c730253ef0133ec502cbe970b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455015337923633842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A few months ago I decided to write my memoirs, a project I knew was going to bring me closer to an amazing turning point in my life. From the moment I wrote the first phrase I was sure the book was the tool that was going to help me free myself from things I was carrying within me for a long time. Things that were too heavy for me to keep inside. Writing this account of my life, I got very close to my truth. And this is something worth celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years, there has been only one place where I am in touch with my emotions fearlessly and that's the stage. Being on stage fills my soul in many ways, almost completely. It's my vice. The music, the lights and the roar of the audience are elements that make me feel capable of anything. This rush of adrenaline is incredibly addictive. I don't ever want to stop feeling these emotions. But it is serenity that brings me to where I'm at right now. An amazing emotional place of comprehension, reflection and enlightenment. At this moment I'm feeling the same freedom I usually feel only on stage, without a doubt, I need to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people told me: "Ricky it's not important", "it's not worth it", "all the years you've worked and everything you've built will collapse", "many people in the world are not ready to accept your truth, your reality, your nature". Because all this advice came from people who I love dearly, I decided to move on with my life not sharing with the world my entire truth. Allowing myself to be seduced by fear and insecurity became a self-fulfilling prophecy of sabotage. Today I take full responsibility for my decisions and my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone asked me today, "Ricky, what are you afraid of?" I would answer "the blood that runs through the streets of countries at war...child slavery, terrorism...the cynicism of some people in positions of power, the misinterpretation of faith." But fear of my truth? Not at all! On the contrary, It fills me with strength and courage. This is just what I need especially now that I am the father of two beautiful boys that are so full of light and who with their outlook teach me new things every day. To keep living as I did up until today would be to indirectly diminish the glow that my kids where born with. Enough is enough. This has to change. This was not supposed to happen 5 or 10 years ago, it is supposed to happen now. Today is my day, this is my time, and this is my moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These years in silence and reflection made me stronger and reminded me that acceptance has to come from within and that this kind of truth gives me the power to conquer emotions I didn't even know existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen from now on? It doesn't matter. I can only focus on what's happening to me in this moment. The word "happiness" takes on a new meaning for me as of today. It has been a very intense process. Every word that I write in this letter is born out of love, acceptance, detachment and real contentment. Writing this is a solid step towards my inner peace and vital part of my evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say that I am a fortunate homosexual man. I am very blessed to be who I am. -RM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I questioned my emotions after I read the article. I shouldn't has the type of depressed feelings, yet I kept having the thought of: Of all the many people in this world, why him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worsen when none of my friends found it shocking like I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say I was telling lie to myself all this while, only to have him portrayed as an idealised idol of mine. I wouldn't build up an image, simply for my own satisfaction. I truly admire his goals, his works, his mind all these while, even if they are indeed some public image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally have an answer, to my questionable depression towards his &lt;a href="http://www.towleroad.com/2010/03/ricky-martin-i-am-proud-to-say-i-am-a-fortunate-homosexual-man.html"&gt;confession&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years, I wish I can be like him, doing what we are passionate of, inspiring &amp;amp; encouraging others while having things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've learnt, acceptance. From now on, you can ask me, why him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-7308782517723863213?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7308782517723863213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=7308782517723863213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7308782517723863213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7308782517723863213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-mixed-thought.html' title='Of mixed thought.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S7QbjEU-4rI/AAAAAAAACXA/vd8p2wPmXyM/s72-c/6a00d8341c730253ef0133ec502cbe970b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-5492700742492917662</id><published>2010-02-27T02:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T03:59:19.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>这天。</title><content type='html'>浑浊，这是我对过去几天生活下的结论。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;思绪乱时，日子跟着过得浑浑噩噩地，时间观仿佛消失无踪。然后矛盾与疑惑慢慢侵袭脑袋，寸寸剥削掉自信和力气。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一直到昨天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S4gl-T_2IjI/AAAAAAAACWg/mClYP1jcl18/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S4gl-T_2IjI/AAAAAAAACWg/mClYP1jcl18/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442641902127424050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天，新的工作环境，第一回让我觉得充满朝气。适度的忙，远远好过过分的闲。我于是，发了则短讯，探探上司的满意度。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coz..that's why I want you to be at upt..all the boss will be happy if the sales improve after you took over...but sad u leaving..:( 我得到的回复。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;字里行间透漏的讯息，让我顿了顿，兴奋感瞬间停了。想起友人问的，我会否意气用事? 我想，不是的，再不离开，我会对这个comfort zone赖死不走了，我想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arhhh...you pray everyday sales like this before i tender my letter lah. :D 我这么回复，最后那个smiley，有点倔强。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S4gmYXRoCWI/AAAAAAAACWo/50HVyo_McV0/s1600-h/22534_328728217349_828682349_3465749_6046397_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S4gmYXRoCWI/AAAAAAAACWo/50HVyo_McV0/s400/22534_328728217349_828682349_3465749_6046397_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442642349683902818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S4gmvblPWOI/AAAAAAAACWw/5XPHPUekzdc/s1600-h/22534_328884617349_828682349_3466217_3263701_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S4gmvblPWOI/AAAAAAAACWw/5XPHPUekzdc/s400/22534_328884617349_828682349_3466217_3263701_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442642745976903906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后回家上网，99则Facebook notifications，将我先前的纪录狠狠刷新。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;两个photo album， 117张相片，将近四十的难以替代的脸孔。大家你一句，我一句，管它是否有的没的，不理会有多自恋，嘴有多贱...读着读着，觉得煞是难得。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人问说: so, happy lah?! 99个notifications喔...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开心，是肯定的。它是互动的结晶，友情还没触礁的证明。虚有的交情，多没乐趣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S4gnNVKZ9MI/AAAAAAAACW4/83oDFzzf2KE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S4gnNVKZ9MI/AAAAAAAACW4/83oDFzzf2KE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442643259649815746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;将时间稍微调早一些些，就在我发出了那则简讯，然后还没开始上网，正回着家的路上。脑海里，反反复复着一段调调，一首歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLER的《暗器》，他们早期的作品。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;暗器暗里慢慢 刺入他心扉 没有戒备&lt;br /&gt;差点生了杀机 没处可避&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;试过设法尽力 避免触摸到你 或者紧紧抱你&lt;br /&gt;紧守咫尺距离 荆棘恋上了蔷薇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有理由，不需要道理，它的旋律，还有字字浮现的歌词，完全俘虏了当下的听觉。当我沉醉于Facebook时，耳边不停地重复着这一首歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是，我向人说：唔知点解，《暗器》is the song of the day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽地，觉得生活其实很好。不需要华丽的装潢，没有勉强的话语，就只有简单的自我调整。life's indeed Magical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-5492700742492917662?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/5492700742492917662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=5492700742492917662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/5492700742492917662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/5492700742492917662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_27.html' title='这天。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S4gl-T_2IjI/AAAAAAAACWg/mClYP1jcl18/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-883995906883874081</id><published>2010-02-24T01:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T03:44:14.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>你们的用心，我看见了。</title><content type='html'>那天，在我即将离去的那刻，他的表情，是那么的真切。我不知该说些什么，只能嬉弄他的感情丰富，说些让自己看来很不以为然的话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他，是我的员工。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算到了今天，还有人说：之前听说他一直在奉承我，是否属实? 我听了，笑笑，不甚作答。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，电话的那一头，他透漏的语气混淆着失望，还有无奈。我听着听着，不知能说些什么，希望自己的几句“对不起”能让他好过一点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他，是我的上司。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人问说：为何我不要调换至于另一个区域，这个上司有点... 我听了，只说，他对我不差。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呵呵，写着写着，想笑，冷冷地笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;辛辛苦苦建立起来的默契，狠狠瓦解的瞬间，我办不到些什么。只能淡淡地告诉自己，我一直都以心相待。几行字，纪念我们合作的时光。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a man who isn't good with words, who acts like a headless fly when panic, &amp; covers my true feelings with fake expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time with you all, have been a blessings, though i'm sure i've told you people countless times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest assured,  it's etched, eternally, in my Heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there anything i left out? i hope not. the things i don't tell, doesn't mean i don't care. what i've said, i meant them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall return, sooner than you think. Adios. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S4Qu3Ha_ImI/AAAAAAAACWY/w89Z2bs8Tpw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S4Qu3Ha_ImI/AAAAAAAACWY/w89Z2bs8Tpw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441525774190322274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-883995906883874081?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/883995906883874081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=883995906883874081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/883995906883874081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/883995906883874081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='你们的用心，我看见了。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S4Qu3Ha_ImI/AAAAAAAACWY/w89Z2bs8Tpw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-7727611186634445931</id><published>2010-02-12T19:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:56:21.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>Merely An E-Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S3VIIMJv6wI/AAAAAAAACWQ/pq9pKTLKTRc/s1600-h/img_0263-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437331430658009858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S3VIIMJv6wI/AAAAAAAACWQ/pq9pKTLKTRc/s400/img_0263-copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the times when Internet wasn't popular, or affordable by many, we used to write a message or 2 on a card, enclosed it in a Red Envelope, then send them out with our most sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the moments, waiting never a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is understandable, with the speeding changes on our style of living, words often expressed in texts, &amp;amp; minds read via E-messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now in the World, waiting is such a luxurious behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do hope, there is any chances nowadays, which i am able to disconnect myself from anything cyber, &amp;amp; have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, before I sign myself off FB, to fully cherish the moments with the faces matter most for the next few days, hopefully, I am here, writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the Solermates, we will share some good tunes, 2 nice looking hot bods, &amp;amp; countless laughter and joy again, when the Sun rises again. which I'm pretty sure, it won't be long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the talents in the mind inspiring industries, life had been wonderful, with the materials u all created. in the near future, your 'Next' is simply worth looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the nice people I met in every far &amp;amp; away land, any trips would be dull without you involved. shall we just arrange some time to meet up again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who's working &amp;amp; have worked with me, it is always such a pleasure with you around. I know you all are demanding, &amp;amp; I am such a pain in the ass, but this is how sparkles, lights up the boring working atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to someone who behave like a Fly, things never end, unless we make them. i'm not sure if the situation is a rut now to u, but stay a while more, let's see if there's Magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the drawing, forgot if i did tell u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again someday somewhere, I am here wishing you all, live well, eat healthy, spend wisely. &amp;amp; a great year of Tiger ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's prosper in Love, in Life. Gong Xi Fa Cai. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-7727611186634445931?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7727611186634445931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=7727611186634445931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7727611186634445931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7727611186634445931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-still-remember-times-when-internet.html' title='Merely An E-Letter'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S3VIIMJv6wI/AAAAAAAACWQ/pq9pKTLKTRc/s72-c/img_0263-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-894104567985762908</id><published>2010-01-26T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:20:24.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>Fire &amp; Ice.</title><content type='html'>my friend once said I'm like Fire. easily get along, &amp; bring everything near burn into arrays of flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means i'm popular. sort of. merely on the wall of fake illusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i responded: yupe. bought everything up high burning, then left because i don't know how to put them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this friend is like Ice. to me at the very least. freezing cool, tend to chill everyone near into statues of iceberg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means he's popular too. obviously. who doesn't want to try conquer &amp; melt the icy behaviour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he replied: *yawn* i only see ice through my eyes. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the 2 of us clash? is it going to be the End of the World? perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S13Sh_cNOhI/AAAAAAAACWI/nFJgHnR_eJc/s1600-h/fire_and_ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S13Sh_cNOhI/AAAAAAAACWI/nFJgHnR_eJc/s400/fire_and_ice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430728207085943314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 of us are famous, with the different elemental character. i who like to put sparks in the group i'm in, he who try to chill away all the unwanted approaches he gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of us are poor, in the opposite site of social acts. i who would always turn people down by not keeping things warm, he who would disappoints himself by the Atlantic power of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of us are fake, what people see ain't what they are getting. i who have a diamond hard stone beyond all the smiles, he who has the warmest sparkle of light within all the stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the 2 of us clash? i think it's going disaster. he will bring up the Best of his Ego, denying he's actually breaks easily. &amp; i shall bring out just the ultimate power of Sun, to prove i'm impossible to freezed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the War has just begun. so as the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-894104567985762908?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/894104567985762908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=894104567985762908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/894104567985762908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/894104567985762908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2010/01/fire-ice.html' title='Fire &amp; Ice.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S13Sh_cNOhI/AAAAAAAACWI/nFJgHnR_eJc/s72-c/fire_and_ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-2620459058885754277</id><published>2010-01-25T16:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:52:50.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>相处。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S11bCv9GTrI/AAAAAAAACWA/8y1xbGmC7Jw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S11bCv9GTrI/AAAAAAAACWA/8y1xbGmC7Jw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430596828469284530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一些东西，像电影，音乐，话语，我们会有先入为主的影响。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就说音乐好了。听惯了的，尽管并非原唱，我们会深深爱上。然后一天听见原唱，就算它是经典，我们还是觉得不太对。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有话语。假设我们习惯了用英语和某人沟通，始终换不了其它的语言。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那么，人与人相处的模式，是否也有同样的现象?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人，我们不常见面，我们习惯用MSN，或FB聊天，也可以用SMS互相贬低彼此，完全像是好朋友一般。但当彼此碰面之时，会语塞，会有舌头纠结的现象。然后下一秒钟大家离开，SMS又来了，彼此又“忽地”要好了，又笑了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;究竟，我们见面时的尴尬，是怎么一回事?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又有些人，我们常见面，聊得很开，就像知道彼此肚里收着几条虫似的。一旦在网络上碰面，礼貌性地send了: HI, how are you? 再加一个笑脸，就完全停住了。忽然，彼此向陌生人版，说什么都像作假，刻意虚伪，会想到底应该说些什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;究竟，我们不见时的陌生，是怎么一回事?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若果说，相处之道也有先入为主的方式，我会选择后者。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;始终觉得，彼此碰面时的要好，会比较真诚。互动也活活地在眼前，不会受任何谣言动摇。我会相信他在网络的另一端忙着，无暇闲聊。也会相信没有再聊的必要，彼此平常说得还不够吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前者呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就由我，慢慢将你心中的冰山劈开，除非你不要。:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-2620459058885754277?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2620459058885754277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=2620459058885754277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2620459058885754277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2620459058885754277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_25.html' title='相处。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S11bCv9GTrI/AAAAAAAACWA/8y1xbGmC7Jw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-2236557533829856800</id><published>2010-01-20T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:41:39.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>Worried / 担心。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S1cwgKUwz8I/AAAAAAAACVw/Ww6-ez2K3Rk/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S1cwgKUwz8I/AAAAAAAACVw/Ww6-ez2K3Rk/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428861204903808962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without a single doubt, i was utterly shocked, by your sudden appearance. hence, i asked: why do you come here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i must have looked uncomfortable. because i would have welcome you, just like i always did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you smiled, &amp; answered. what you've told, wasn't matter at all, it was the smile, that i couldn't understand. what lies beneath it, was what i wanted to know the most, but i moved my sight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i tried to pull you back in the group so badly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worried. i wasn't ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afraid that what's kept in my mind might be easily seen. without a word, you can read them all. though i know they have actually shown, from the files &amp; books i dropped during our short Q&amp;A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not retarded. but as surprisingly as it is, i am, in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i am. putting everything behind a shattering mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说: 谈到我的偶像，我真的...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“眉飞色舞?”，抢先一步，我接答。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呵呵。话题沿着他们打开，有官司，也有厕所自慰的笑话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make sure you come to KL again. Or else...we fly to HK. hahaha. short &amp; simple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当官司案了解之后，我这么留言给他们。有没有矫情，我不知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说，支持偶像，还是保持一点距离地好。你又说，我还真的像是家人一样，会替他们担心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我记得我说，如果距离都已经那么近了，为何要刻意地将它拉开? 我想，那无非是勉强地把大家实在的一面加以掩饰，愚昧地骗自己说，大家都很完美。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不记得你是否说，他还真是很真性情咧! 我没有异议，大家做回自己，不惺惺作态，那才是写实。正如我和你，不是吗?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;担心，与像不像家人没有关系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S1cxWaHI34I/AAAAAAAACV4/RMAdjgShzNs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S1cxWaHI34I/AAAAAAAACV4/RMAdjgShzNs/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428862136854568834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-2236557533829856800?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2236557533829856800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=2236557533829856800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2236557533829856800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2236557533829856800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2010/01/worried.html' title='Worried / 担心。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S1cwgKUwz8I/AAAAAAAACVw/Ww6-ez2K3Rk/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-8540989516879858977</id><published>2010-01-18T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:18:08.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all UP6W!!! you you you you!!!</title><content type='html'>due to the konon konon overwhelming responses to my JOB last year, i was highly acclaimed by many, or just SOMEONE, to continue my service again. kononlah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here we are again, in the year of the Tiger, reunite as 1 for the 10th times since 2000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i making a mistake here?! are we getting this old? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date &amp; Time: 14th FEB 2010 7PM&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Seow Huey's new house ( yay!! new is the word we all like )&lt;br /&gt;Nak Buat Apa: Pot luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case any of you really Sua Gu-er than me, not knowing what is Pot luck, please Google it before you ask. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 1st of all, the venue is not finalised, i was informed by SOMEONE, she's OK for us to bring some mess to her house on that very 1st day of Lunar Calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are we gonna do this time? if we are really to celebrate the aging 10th Annivesary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please give some ideas. I am just providing a discussion room here, i am not the ORGANIZER ya!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, here are something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. remember our reunion night falling on Valentine as well. how bout we all dress up only red &amp; white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. if SOMEONE is bringing watermelons, make sure you have the effort to slice them &amp; then serve. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i'll really appreciate if we have more sushis from SOMEONE again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. for SOMEONE and SOMEONE who don't Facebook, can somebody please inform them what we are all up to later? the more the merrier, the merrier the messier. unless we all really want them to be unseen. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. what else?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. please throw in all of your ideas &amp; comments. rubbish are too acceptable lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing everyone prosper in the coming Lunar Year. like SOMEONE shouts always: HUAT ARRR!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; SOMEONE said: it's kolot. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABU again. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. oh ya!!! this time i write in English, because SOMEONE don't understand their mother language. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-8540989516879858977?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8540989516879858977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=8540989516879858977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8540989516879858977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8540989516879858977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2010/01/calling-all-up6w-you-you-you-you.html' title='Calling all UP6W!!! you you you you!!!'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-8427781269885849008</id><published>2010-01-11T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T01:46:20.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>放眼2010。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S0oRZe1U8dI/AAAAAAAACVo/G5n4bLY1woE/s1600-h/22480_237576542349_828682349_3134649_7651584_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S0oRZe1U8dI/AAAAAAAACVo/G5n4bLY1woE/s400/22480_237576542349_828682349_3134649_7651584_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425167830592319954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天晚上，我半工半娱乐到工作地点倒数。人很少，气氛冷得要命。转眼，已过了十天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有点矛盾，仿佛自己的时间观感早已失灵。十天，像一瞬间，又像过了好久。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一年，我没有什么resolutions，没有什么很想要突破的重围。自己知道，过去的十二个三十天，过得很好。太好，我可以这么说。也许正是这样，我怕今年比不上去年。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日子好在于我，不是拥有大笔大笔的钞票，不是住洋楼驱开篷车。不是工作岗位多高，不是多被人器重，不是出国喝洋酒的多寡。不是别人浏览我的FB与blog多少回，更不会是有多少人在我的photo album留言。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在乎的，是当我往后看，看见多少回忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我尝试在一霎的光与影之中，捕捉它的精彩，化作永恒。试着在每日反复的作息当中，给自己，也给别人创造一丁点的惊喜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，还有你们全部。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日子好在于我，是知道家人朋友过得好好地，是知道大家工作顺意，是知道互相理解包容，是当我看见你笑，我知道我们还在一起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只要心还在，我们会在某处再见。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我们一起给大家多一点信心，我们要更好。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-8427781269885849008?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8427781269885849008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=8427781269885849008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8427781269885849008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8427781269885849008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='放眼2010。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S0oRZe1U8dI/AAAAAAAACVo/G5n4bLY1woE/s72-c/22480_237576542349_828682349_3134649_7651584_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-6237218920435024754</id><published>2010-01-10T03:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T04:43:04.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>兄弟。</title><content type='html'>万万没料到，新一年的第一篇幅，我会写这个。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以为，人说兄弟不合，大不了只是因为两人的想法不同，生活脚步不一致而已。两人，其实都好好的，就少些交际而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想，我错了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想起很久很久以前，友人开始戏说我喜欢某某某同性时，他可以对我说：“ABU!! 要做的话敢敢去做，不要以后后悔”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时，我傻眼。他说的这番话，相似随口而出，却听起来那么地真挚。一句话，可以轻而易举地，俘虏大众的心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N年以后，轮到哥哥的份。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他写：i mean don't kacau me.. i am not gay. if u want to gay, gay other place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这时，我大跌眼镜。他写的这一行子，我读了觉得他自以为是到不行。一行字，就那么简单地，让人看清他的内涵有几两重。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同样的一个话题，围绕在两兄弟身上，竟可以得到截然不同的回应。原来，看待事情的角度，方才是让人不合的最大理由。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;认识了弟弟那么多年，我想，答案他是有的，真相他是知道的，根本没必要去理会大众的嬉闹，还可以落落大方地加以配合，乐乐大家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;认识了哥哥同样那么多年，我想，答案他不知道，真相他不清楚，却会自己往他人的话题里钻，丢了脸然后逞强地把面子撕破，让别人对他的印象荡然无存。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我打从心里想告诉他，他弟远远比他来得讨好，他马屁追也追不上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不清楚他们兄弟的感情究竟如何，但从今天起，大概也可知晓一二。因为，我有这么个性格的兄长的话，不会和他融洽到哪里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S0jp6xcM2II/AAAAAAAACVg/wAlucvRmerY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/S0jp6xcM2II/AAAAAAAACVg/wAlucvRmerY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424842947081066626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-6237218920435024754?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/6237218920435024754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=6237218920435024754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/6237218920435024754'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>犯贱。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SyE1qVqm1eI/AAAAAAAACVY/JAjX9_UvvCQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SyE1qVqm1eI/AAAAAAAACVY/JAjX9_UvvCQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413667228562675170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有个女的，年纪轻，不过十来岁，和友人从东马过来念书。她人很漂亮，身材一流，意外地除了小女生惯有的脾气，工作算很勤力的了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他朋友告诉我：她一天吃喝玩乐，可以用上几百零吉。我也见过她时不五时便搭乘taxi代步，好不奢侈的样子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我陷入思考。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个女生，难道要她省钱搭乘公共交通?! 那么脏，不方便，误站误点，还分分钟看司机白眼。要她节俭吃路边档?! 有点不卫生，又热，吃到汗水滴落多难看。要她存钱别花无谓钱唱K看电影血拼?! 那么，她还可以干些什么? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有点明白，为何现在的女生，无钱一切免谈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有个男的，年纪还可以，二十来岁，从菲律宾过来工作。他人不英俊，身材短小，意外地撇开所有臭男人必有的习性，口才还非常一流。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多人告知我：他人很friendly。我却看见：他常有的没的，工作不算认真，却在某些公司高层面前，假惺惺地展示自己的才能。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我再陷入思考。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个男人，为何不能对自己工作要求点?! 说什么菲律宾的他不是酱的，来到这里变了个样。为何不能有骨气点?! 在背后说人怎样怎样，在他们面前还是条畜生。为何不能不能成熟点?! 管你怎样被骗，怎样被排斥针对，怎样失去动力，工作态度还是要有的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有点不明白，为何现在的男人，无钱还一切免谈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当身边的人，实际得吓人，我已见怪不怪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前我觉得，拜金主义的女生很贱。现在却觉得，她们都被这个价值扭曲的社会牵着脚步走。谁不想要生活轻松一些，女生嘛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在我觉得，败权主意的男人很贱。以前却以为，它们都是被社会种种的不平衡影响，内心还是正直的。谁不想要工作简单一点，男人咧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女生可以妖似狐，男人大可cheap如狗。是的，大家何不贱一点，丢弃一切原则道德信仰，变为一只动物生活。犯贱，也是生活之道。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-7362989026362724228?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7362989026362724228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=7362989026362724228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7362989026362724228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7362989026362724228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_11.html' title='犯贱。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SyE1qVqm1eI/AAAAAAAACVY/JAjX9_UvvCQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-2529713810827213344</id><published>2009-12-04T02:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T03:02:21.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>你们可以酱叫我。</title><content type='html'>这位伯伯，嘴很贱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他会常常fatty fatty声称呼我，嬉弄一轮后呵呵呵笑。时常，我看他咧着少了几颗牙的嘴大笑的样子，也想笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道，他没有恶意，无非想找个幌子打发时间。虽然，我常会想，有酱肥没有？！然后理亏似的望望自己的肚皮。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于我要离开那天，他问我要电话号码，说以后可以在马六甲见面，请我吃饭。然后他从上衣袋子里掏出了一本小册子，问我：些什么名？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中意你啦，写咩都得，我说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;写kopi肥佬ah？他问，完全把我归纳在“肥”的category里。根深蒂固，摆脱不了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后他用很端正的笔画写下：012-906XXXX，咖啡肥佬。呵呵。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-2529713810827213344?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-4040010786350764555</id><published>2009-11-27T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:26:35.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>已成往事。</title><content type='html'>那天，我一个人，收拾着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在那里的那些日子，没有华丽得耀眼的成绩，更没有刻骨的往事。可我遇见的脸孔，说过的话出的糗，构成生命的一段回忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人说：他们注定不让你离开我。呵呵，我知道她在说笑，却瞥见她眼角浅浅泛着的泪光。我知道那不是错觉，人始终是有感情的生物。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我端着他们的Orange Juice和Cappucino，知道这也许是最后一次。我告知他们，然后预见一丝难过的神情。他们离开，男的牵着老伴，一步一步走。希望他们安康。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他说：后会有期。我不隐瞒让他知道，香港人说这句话，特别有味道。是的，我们大多不会这么和人道别，都说：Take Care。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/Sw7G21-Y-7I/AAAAAAAACVA/7wr9ZYEXiQA/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/Sw7G21-Y-7I/AAAAAAAACVA/7wr9ZYEXiQA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408478848022543282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有很多人，我来不及道别。也有一些人，注定让你在最后的时候察觉，原来你差点忘了他们。这些人，常见面，却只单纯点头示意，没有太多交集。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在那最后一刻，他问我要打火机，我远远挥手示意，没有。那时，我只想问他要电话号码，或Facebook。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我说：How are you?! 你腼腆的答说fine，声音小得可以。你脚步不作停下，不给我任何继续交谈的空间。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们出现，是上天要我知道自己一直蹉跎的愚蠢，还是它慈悲给予的最后一个机会?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;脑里哼着周董的歌，“想回到过去，试着让故事继续...”我望着空乱的空间，觉得空气很沉。兴盛衰败，我们什么也办不到。自己已步入往事的一份子，轻若鸿毛。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-4040010786350764555?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4040010786350764555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=4040010786350764555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4040010786350764555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4040010786350764555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/11/orange-juicecappucino-take-care.html' title='已成往事。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/Sw7G21-Y-7I/AAAAAAAACVA/7wr9ZYEXiQA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-374804611820274861</id><published>2009-11-21T22:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:06:00.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>Copy &amp; Paste. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't Lie To Kids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy sunbathing in the nude at the beach. Well, this little girl comes up to him, so he covers his private parts with a newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl says, 'What's under there?' The man answers, 'A bird.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl goes away and the man falls asleep. When he wakes up, he is in a hospital and in great pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doctor comes up to his bed and asks, 'What happened?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man answers, 'I don't know. I was at the beach and I fell asleep after talking to a little girl.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the doctor tells this to the Police, and they go to the beach to find any witnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they get there, they see the little girl the man was talking about. So they ask her if she did anything to the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answers, ' I didn't do anything to the man, but while he was sleeping, I played with his bird. After a while, it spit at me, so I broke its neck, burned its nest, and smashed all its eggs!'&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boss and his Secretary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss walked into the office one morning not knowing that his zipper was&lt;br /&gt;down. His secretary walked up to him and asked 'Boss this morning when you left your house did you close your gate ?' Boss was not smart enough to understand so he went back into his office looking a bit puzzled !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was about done with his paper work he suddenly noticed that his&lt;br /&gt;Zipper was not zipped up. He zipped up and remembering what his secretary had told him then boss finally understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then intentionally went out to ask for a cup of coffee from his&lt;br /&gt;secretary. When he reached her desk He said 'When you saw the gate open did you see my BMW parked in there ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secretary smiled for a moment and said 'No Boss I didn't. All I saw was a Kancil 600 with 2 flat tyres.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss went back to his office mumbling... kan ni ne......!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-374804611820274861?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/374804611820274861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=374804611820274861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/374804611820274861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/374804611820274861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/11/copy-paste-d.html' title='Copy &amp; Paste. :D'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-7326033179683923960</id><published>2009-11-17T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:42:52.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>I Would Like To Know How She Thinks, &amp; What She felt. :)</title><content type='html'>She woke up early. Took a shower, dressed up, "what a lovely morning" she thinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached her workplace, or maybe her institute, on time. The place is still dark, the CoffeeBean is not yet opened. She pulled a chair, &amp; have her breakfast, a chocolate bun, which she bought while on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, the cafe is opened, her friend comes &amp; join her, they were both waiting, &amp; have a nice chat. They didn't know, that the cafe manager's observation n them is ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they left, the manager yelling from behind, "Excuse me, Miss", with a toast on his hand. Obviously he was preparing customer's order."Would you please throw away the plastic after eating?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left the plastic cover of her bun on the table. Her face turned dark, arranged back the chair, picked the plastic &amp; walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the one yelling. I've always think, they are young, educated, pretty, so there should be just a little bit manners. Or else, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My staff asked: "Takkan stewardess pun takde manners kot?!" "Itulah" my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was in the morning. Then I saw her passed by my outlet again in the evening, obvious enough she was still upset. She avoids having eye contact with me, but somehow I felt like she was trying to be happy in the way she walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel bad. Her day was spoilt, indirectly from her deeds, but straight from my words. Maybe she was just forgetful, or I might have spoken to her in a proper way. Free seating might be unwell, but rude is definitely bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You started your day with a bad attitude" My staff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda agreed. "Just assume, I woke up from the wrong side of the bad today" &amp; laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will say sorry to her someday. Because I know I will see her again, as long as we are still under the same roof, KL Plaza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-7326033179683923960?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7326033179683923960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=7326033179683923960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7326033179683923960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7326033179683923960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-would-like-to-know-how-she-thinks.html' title='I Would Like To Know How She Thinks, &amp; What She felt. :)'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-5135394686643888696</id><published>2009-11-11T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:04:55.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>A World Beyond Ours...read at your own will.</title><content type='html'>There's flood again. In our own country this time, the Northern state Kelantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this on the papers days ago. Having the thoughts of what's happening to our mother Earth now. The recent disasters in every part of the world, are they the warning to us again?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sekarang dah tak macam dulu kan. Dulu kita dapat predict macam pukul berapa akan hujan. Sekarang hujan lebat bila bila masa saja' my staff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked out. Was kinda ready for the change of weather in just a minute, &amp; the strike of thunder storms to follow, again. But the sky is clear, streets are calm, things are fine, which is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly this thing cross my mind. What if...everything is unpredictable?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my staff, 'what if suddenly snow falls here, right along the busy streets of Bukit Bintang?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What if Dinosaur suddenly appears out from nowhere?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Itu tak mungkin. Macam mana salji nak turun kat sini?! Kita kan dalam zon Khatulistiwa' he said, as if I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I've said, unpredictable. Which for sure don't judge based on any logic, or do they make any sense. He just don't get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we looked back, is there anything ever happened in reality, which was beyond logic to us?! Says the typhoon in Malacca?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no intention to talk too much about weather. Those would sounds way too commercial since 2012 is nearer. Tomorrow when I'm writing this. I was merely having my own imaginations, of a world without logic &amp; predictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man can die out of a sudden, right when he's walking to his office, with no pain no nothing. As if he has fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the quakes can happens anytime anywhere. We are no longer in a safe zone. Do we still have pity on those suffered the aftermath!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If butterfly bites. If flies attack humans. If rabbit grows to the size of elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If H1N1 vanished in the next day morning. If the rain never stops for more than 13 days. If there's no rules, no boundaries. If we, live at our own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaotic!? I guess it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do believe, we will be more responsible for our deeds, with more respects &amp; loves to life itself. For when we live in a world as such, eternal would seems far &amp; away, we'll value each &amp; every minute, before the next. There shall be twilight within the darkest of humanity. I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SvrRGYWwPtI/AAAAAAAACU4/Q9GHmAVVdXQ/s1600-h/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SvrRGYWwPtI/AAAAAAAACU4/Q9GHmAVVdXQ/s400/42.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402860610531638994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I doubted myself why I had these unreal imaginations, perhaps I was badly influenced by the upcoming 2012. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS2: I went to purchased the ticket for tomorrow's show. From 7.30pm onwards, all left only 1st row! Unbelievable. &amp; I said mother fucker to a friend. Which shocked him. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-5135394686643888696?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/5135394686643888696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=5135394686643888696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/5135394686643888696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/5135394686643888696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/11/world-beyond-oursread-at-your-own-will.html' title='A World Beyond Ours...read at your own will.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SvrRGYWwPtI/AAAAAAAACU4/Q9GHmAVVdXQ/s72-c/42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-8895265276807939160</id><published>2009-11-03T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:18:57.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>味道。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SvA7hVxd6QI/AAAAAAAACUw/0Kt0Zfju-kw/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SvA7hVxd6QI/AAAAAAAACUw/0Kt0Zfju-kw/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399881397183572226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我随手拎起了一件衣服，嗅了嗅，立刻将之放下，捡起另一件穿上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那件衣服，很香，是我之前在越南中部，Hoi An一间七美金一夜的廉价酒店处送洗了的。我不舍得穿上，理由说来可笑，我生怕再洗刷过一次，会将那股香气洗掉，然后越南的那一段时光也随之淡去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好笑对吧?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去年，我一样对某一件衣服的香气，尽可能地将之保留。那时，每每闻到那淡淡的味道，总回忆起那段回不去的时光。走过的路，遇见的脸，和旅途上佛与色的矛盾。那是，泰国的回忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想，人，也算是味觉系生物吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小时候，我们会对一颗小小的枕头，喜欢得不的了，睡前总会嗅嗅，才能睡得安心。就算年纪大了，也不舍得丢弃，哪怕上头沾染过大量奶水和口水的混合物。我们眷恋，那段有它的安稳时光。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人说：人与人相处，靠的是身上荷尔蒙的味道。哪天，他她走了，我们怀念起那股体味。如果人还在，多好。所以，我们有了辛晓琪的歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;某街某处，我们吃上了一碗好好味的汤面，说：有家的味道。是的，妈妈炒菜煲汤，爸爸泡的Kopi O，所有的一切，靠着那丝丝的美味，我们记着。离家久了，越觉浓烈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;味觉的功能，我们用来辅助记忆力，让自己记着某段时光，回不去的美好。这么形容可不可以? 呵呵。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-8895265276807939160?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8895265276807939160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=8895265276807939160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8895265276807939160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8895265276807939160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='味道。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SvA7hVxd6QI/AAAAAAAACUw/0Kt0Zfju-kw/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-742942699524016824</id><published>2009-10-22T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:50:29.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>这些日子，很好。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SuB9HdfDU0I/AAAAAAAACUg/uqBD0t1TUvU/s1600-h/10624_152970173228_785413228_2748825_8336816_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SuB9HdfDU0I/AAAAAAAACUg/uqBD0t1TUvU/s400/10624_152970173228_785413228_2748825_8336816_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395449920717280066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经，有人这么说: 没有题材可以blog，是因为没有坏事发生。所以，应觉得高兴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时，我想，是的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在我离开的这么段时间，是否就表示日子过得安好?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得启程往越南那晚，我决定让自己与生活短截，看看自己可以做到什么程度。友人在FB上问: 我过得那么写意，何来消失的念头?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呵呵。原来，往往别人看见的只是表面。风光背后的代价，只有自己知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许，那也已足够。他人不懂，也可省却虚假的问候。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是时候，整顿思绪，理理面容，送你们一句: 我回来了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SuB_AgCZ20I/AAAAAAAACUo/MgcKCiQuY-8/s1600-h/DSC_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SuB_AgCZ20I/AAAAAAAACUo/MgcKCiQuY-8/s400/DSC_0114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395452000166599490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-742942699524016824?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/742942699524016824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=742942699524016824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/742942699524016824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/742942699524016824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='这些日子，很好。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SuB9HdfDU0I/AAAAAAAACUg/uqBD0t1TUvU/s72-c/10624_152970173228_785413228_2748825_8336816_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-2522039449327197503</id><published>2009-07-28T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:12:46.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>A Thief &amp; A Casualty?!</title><content type='html'>This is a story about learning to protect yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This certain guy came into where i work. He kinda started an argue with 1 of my staff. They are both male, though this guy is obviously into the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. before he came in, I've had an idea of what happened. My staff was being "peep" from far during his business in the toilet. It was this guy who set his eyes on him. Then when he passed by my outlet, my staff couldn't hold himself any longer &amp; shouted at him: Apa you pandang pandang ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they fought when I wasn't around. Thus this guy returned after a while, perhaps he feels angry being shouted at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I don't know the exact scenario. In the toilet or in the outlet. So they fight. I was caught in between &amp; listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sissy guy say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where he wanna set his eyes is his freedom. He can look at anything he like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If my staff thinks it is no longer safe to pee using toilet bowl, he might use the toilet rooms. "To protect himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He was standing far from my staff. He couldn't see anything from that distance, some more he's facing his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He didn't approached him near. So there's no proof or something that in ways harassed my staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My staff said he sort of licked his lips in seductive form when facing him. He claimed that he may do that whenever his lips are dry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. HE SAID: HE DOESN'T WANT ANYTHING. HE JUST WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR TO MY STAFF, HOW TO PROTECT HIMSELF IN THE WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. IT'S RUDE TO SHOUT AT PEOPLE WHEN WE ARE ON DUTY. THERE'S SO MANY TYPE OF PEOPLE, HE SHOULD BE EDUCATED BY ME HOW TO BEHAVE &amp; BE POLITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I told him. Even eyesight can be harassment. I think he doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I told my staff. You are taught by a thief not to show your "asset" openly. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-2522039449327197503?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2522039449327197503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=2522039449327197503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2522039449327197503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2522039449327197503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/07/thief-casualty.html' title='A Thief &amp; A Casualty?!'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-3946606464969825502</id><published>2009-07-28T01:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T02:17:21.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headlines'/><title type='text'>离别的时节。</title><content type='html'>MJ的死，我并没有像很多很多人那样，觉得悲哀。某种程度上，我觉得一个人的人格和作品一样重要。他可以是个走错方向的巨星，也可算是个唱歌跳舞很棒的怪胎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;简单地说，我没有很喜欢他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再来，是赵明福。有人说那是：black murder under bright lights。我想是的。来龙去脉，我至今还不清楚。所以不想多说，暗地里为他祷告便好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毕竟，我政治冷感，也坦白说，我是时事白痴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天，终于看了《入殓师》。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;死，其实再平常不过，那是每个人哪天将要面对的一刻。讽刺的是，我们往往天真以为，我还有很长的日子可以活，可以挥霍。哪天面对分离，活着时的纷争，瞬间瓦解，却显得手足无措。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像电影中说的：人生最后买的一件物品，是由别人来决定的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我确定，再看一遍，眼泪肯定掉下来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/Sm3uTVYSKqI/AAAAAAAACUY/KeBTrik-5yM/s1600-h/wl-3c8074eb61c93fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/Sm3uTVYSKqI/AAAAAAAACUY/KeBTrik-5yM/s400/wl-3c8074eb61c93fd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363204747192052386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不明白，这是个什么季节，为何“死”离不开报头，避不过人人谈吐间的空气?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin Ahmad。我错过了Sepet，赶上了Talentime，却再也看不着她往后的作品。我想，就连她自己，也出乎意料吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天，渐渐也灰了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我怕了，怕误了些什么，以后空留遗憾。可怕的不是死亡，而是惊觉人生无常的那一刻，叫人觉得心寒。所以，我想说的，我不隐瞒，生怕以后再也没有说出口。我能做的，我想，你们该感受到了。我就不想，哪天，大家面对离别的当儿，还得承担遗憾的苦楚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们都还好吧? 我回来了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-3946606464969825502?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3946606464969825502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=3946606464969825502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/3946606464969825502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/3946606464969825502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='离别的时节。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/Sm3uTVYSKqI/AAAAAAAACUY/KeBTrik-5yM/s72-c/wl-3c8074eb61c93fd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-3567953559035003396</id><published>2009-05-13T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:23:49.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>十年老雨。:)</title><content type='html'>他拖着发臭的垃圾桶，往外头去。他静静地认真干活，有点吓人。我远远看着，十年前的我在干嘛? 而十年后的这个小伙子又会在哪?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他回来时，衣服都湿了大半。我以为那是汗，他说，那是雨水。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;外头下着雨，我忘了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后他找不着替换的衣服，我说他不介意的话，我有一件。他耍帅说不，向我道谢。我也不勉强，只提点他当心患上感冒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他得粘塔塔地，乘搭地铁回家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的，天气不好，得好好照顾身子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;十年前，就在他这个年纪，我也会耍帅。任由自己被雨水淋湿也不打紧，要妈妈担心。那时天真，帅比其他什么的都来的重要。我们会嫌弃老妈老土，怪她们想太多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在，我看见自己老土，啰嗦，会担心他人着凉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当初看不见长辈的用心，年纪大了，越能明白他们的用心良苦。看来，我老了。呵呵。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-3567953559035003396?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3567953559035003396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=3567953559035003396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/3567953559035003396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/3567953559035003396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_13.html' title='十年老雨。:)'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-4381002947692811763</id><published>2009-05-12T00:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:50:46.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>To you. For me.</title><content type='html'>You were cheerful as usual, talkative as always, just slightly tired in the expressions. I know. You were trying to be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the Shit happened, even I doubt myself, for the ability to stay calm &amp; positive like you. Even at my age now, the pictures of living my life with just 1 leg terrifies me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why when you asked, what else can you do? You dumbed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was catching an array of light in the darkness...I hope it stays, but it keeps fading away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the day comes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you take the lead. &amp; teased you, saying then only I be able to laugh out loud if you fall. You weren't mad. I know. I know you knew why I said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In d cookies of life, friends r d chocolate chip... Some r bitter, others are sweet...but most of us love it as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be brave. I'm sending our my prayers. Stay strong. We are gonna shed into tears no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day comes, I'll be here standing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day comes, &amp; I wish, you all will be there standing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-4381002947692811763?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4381002947692811763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=4381002947692811763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4381002947692811763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4381002947692811763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-you-me.html' title='To you. For me.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-7138307204695609775</id><published>2009-05-08T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:06:08.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>年度电影之后。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SgMF9qQF2bI/AAAAAAAACUM/9zonSzoSjGQ/s1600-h/slumdog-millionaire-4-1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SgMF9qQF2bI/AAAAAAAACUM/9zonSzoSjGQ/s400/slumdog-millionaire-4-1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333112940608739762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;《Slumdog Millionaire》你们看了没?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看了，觉得不错，称得上很好。电影的成功，掀起了一股热潮。Oscar更将片里头三位年纪亲亲的小孩，老远从孟买风风光光送往电影城，共襄盛举。其中两人，现实生活里，可是的而且确活在贫民窑里的。也许，他们一生中，不会再有另一个机会，衣着光鲜地离家那么远。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们是幸运的。幸运之后，究竟留给了他们些什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们开始不习惯，嫌弃自己长大的城市又热又脏，说他们那里的人粗鲁没礼貌。他们开始憧憬外面的世界，期盼着回到那里的一天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后某天，报导说小女生的爸爸，打算高价将她出售。我们于是觉得，他怎么可以这样子，把女儿当摇钱树？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想，如果我们不是因为这部电影，我们不会知道孟买贩卖人口的实例。而这么篇报道，在那里该也只是家常便饭。爸爸如果可以，为何不将她卖高价点？假设卖了她，得按着良心流着泪，养活剩余一家大小，究竟是对是错？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们看得见，于是我们在乎，依据自己的逻辑发言。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们不关心，这部电影让他们知道，自己活在的是一个这么样的地方，究竟是善举还是残忍？没人理会年纪小小的他们被捧上天，再被血淋淋送回现实，对他们心理建设的影响有多大？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电影退烧后的日子，他们得靠自己，学会看清这个世界究竟是怎么一回事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电影很好看，没错。它娱乐了一些人，也愚弄了一些人。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-7138307204695609775?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7138307204695609775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=7138307204695609775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7138307204695609775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7138307204695609775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='年度电影之后。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SgMF9qQF2bI/AAAAAAAACUM/9zonSzoSjGQ/s72-c/slumdog-millionaire-4-1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-8654181352513901403</id><published>2009-04-23T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:25:23.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>花尊问事。</title><content type='html'>我办着事，正起身要走，被两位小姐叫住了。我步过去，心想她们要些什么，想着如何快快将她们打发掉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她们俩，算很漂亮，穿着摩登得体。其中一人，将两手叉在胸前，口里嚼着果糖什么的。另一个，正将一颗糖缓缓放入口中。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叉手那个，劈头第一句便问: How you get your staff ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我摸不着头脑，将log book抱着，回问：You mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how you get your staff, is it by putting advertisement or something? 然后他瞄了瞄我的名，oh you are Tim!! The outlet manager...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we just put a signboard on, then we hire part timer here. We only put out advertisement on newspaper if we have a major hiring for managers etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what newspaper? 她问。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Star. Just some major papers...我开始有一句没一句。她的朋友，默默点头，象告诉她正问着废话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个世界，就是有这种人。自负？仰或自以为是？向人讨教，却叉着手嘴嚼食物，一点礼貌也不懂。而且不懂得介绍自己，说明来意，以为长得美谁都会乐意和她滔滔不绝？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么时候起，人越聪明，越懂得追求，却越发显得没有涵养。我们被不断灌输如何求进步讲水准，而忘却何谓谦卑和礼仪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get this job? 她又问。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From internet... 我心想，这有何关系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobstreet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. 屁，我暗骂。难道我得全告诉你？Are you going to open a restaurant or something？回问，仿佛是最好的解脱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errm...kind of. 她道，手依旧叉着，亮片耳环随着嚼动的嘴巴微微晃动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend or someone who's looking for the job as General Manager？她的朋友开口，语气明显礼貌得多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 我答，干净利落。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那位小姐，我从头到尾，唯一欣赏她一件事，就是她看得出我对她的厌恶，和冷冷回应的面容。徐而将话题切断，暗地里摆了副不可一世的丑脸。我看到，也没怎样，说声谢谢掉头走。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请她学懂何谓礼貌，再来。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-8654181352513901403?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8654181352513901403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=8654181352513901403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8654181352513901403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8654181352513901403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_23.html' title='花尊问事。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-7570835890288172065</id><published>2009-04-21T21:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:01:38.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>心力。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/Se3aWdUhl2I/AAAAAAAACT8/gJdvC1IH0hk/s1600-h/Earth_Hour_-_Alex_Yoong_and_Dr_Shei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/Se3aWdUhl2I/AAAAAAAACT8/gJdvC1IH0hk/s400/Earth_Hour_-_Alex_Yoong_and_Dr_Shei.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327154013611857762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天，我和几个友人，围在马六甲的某小贩中心吃饭聊天。周围人声嘈杂，四处灯光灿烂，日子依旧，没什么特别。而世界各处，正熄灯一小时。希望可以藉由大家的力量，传输节约能源的意识，为环保尽一份力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日子天天过去，那份力哪去了？还在不在？又或，它是否曾经真正巩固于人们心中？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;关于那个活动，看到的，顶多是每个角落熄灯前后的分别报导。口头提到的，不外是我们到了何处，做了什么，看见了谁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;究竟，这些有什么意义？没人静静的将电灯电视冷气电脑关掉，和家人朋友谈论环保。也没有牵着伴侣的手，在夜空下缓缓的散步联络感情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人说得好，我们及时行乐的技术高明得可以。不参与不行，参与了便得要特别。所以会有什么什么活动，猛搞噱头，及时捞人一笔。如果明年，忽然有个什么熄灯演唱会，关灯倒数活动，Marion Denise在某处造势，不必感到意外，我们不过是将陋性发挥得淋漓尽致。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有根深蒂固的意识，心意传送不对不足，一切莫过于假象，轻薄得让人叹息。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;地球依旧运作，人们依然纸醉金迷，榨弄着地球资源，持续为高烧着的地球加温。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果哪天，地球有能力将它身上的一切所有停顿一小时，那会是什么样的景象？会否有阳光照射都会嗡嗡作响的可能？土壤绿叶香气浓郁醉人的也许？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天，我没参与，不代表我没心意。参与了的，也不全是白费力气。不过我们始终还得努力，明天要做得更好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/Se3buc1pKnI/AAAAAAAACUE/Js6PF2vnq8M/s1600-h/earth-hour_-_maya-karin-and-yasmin-ahmad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/Se3buc1pKnI/AAAAAAAACUE/Js6PF2vnq8M/s400/earth-hour_-_maya-karin-and-yasmin-ahmad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327155525310818930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-7570835890288172065?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7570835890288172065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=7570835890288172065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7570835890288172065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7570835890288172065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='心力。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/Se3aWdUhl2I/AAAAAAAACT8/gJdvC1IH0hk/s72-c/Earth_Hour_-_Alex_Yoong_and_Dr_Shei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-7347590908312703152</id><published>2009-03-23T01:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T02:19:02.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>选择，代价。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/ScZ-yBQc_kI/AAAAAAAACT0/wWIw5VT5INU/s1600-h/DSC01656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/ScZ-yBQc_kI/AAAAAAAACT0/wWIw5VT5INU/s400/DSC01656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316075807953452610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;不经意看了一些旧照，看见了快乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时，我们可以共事，也可以一块嬉闹。平衡得好，便不会有差错。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为何现在，默契没了？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许，旧人走了，新人进来，要彼此间的火花热起来，总得需要点时间。想当初，我也费了不少时间，对大伙儿慢慢了解，将一个团队成型。可能，不是所有新人，都能够我新上任的头衔服从。所以，会感受到他们对我背后的指点，还有刻意的恶意相向。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是，我变了？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我选择了和他们保持距离，方便办事。不想和他们谈得太多，是因为他们脑袋里装的，不可能理解我要表达的话语。问题都由我来承担的话，将距离拉开点，大家没有那么难看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我将自己封闭了，默契瓦解，其实理所当然。选择了不去平衡，面具下的真实面，在一切是非之后，我开始费力将其掩盖。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的，何时起，我变了。喜悦，是代价。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-7347590908312703152?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7347590908312703152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=7347590908312703152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7347590908312703152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7347590908312703152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_23.html' title='选择，代价。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/ScZ-yBQc_kI/AAAAAAAACT0/wWIw5VT5INU/s72-c/DSC01656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-708144743819996367</id><published>2009-03-14T13:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:58:15.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>9 Lives.</title><content type='html'>He stepped into the shop, finds it different from normal days. Too quiet, as if all the equipments were dead. The silence, together with the heavy rain outside, chilled him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh No!!" He said to himself. Knowing what exactly is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He checked the fuse. It's off, as expected. The heavy rain last night would have probably caused a short circuit. He switched it on, &amp; re channel the power into all the machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, one of the plug explodes. He was shocked, the noise &amp; fire sparks scares him. Yet he pulled the plug out, while his staff ran away for safety. He didn't blame him for being coward, it's just a human nature to get protection. He ensured the plug is removed, &amp; re on the main power supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"POP!!!" An explosion again. This time is not the plug, it's the safety fuse that blew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called the maintenance team, telling them what is happening. The guy told him to unplugged everything, make sure everything is not connected, switch on the power again &amp; check the plugs one by one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has heard this same thing more than once. But this time is different, he was truly shocked that the explosion can recur even with all the plugs pulled out. 3rd time. 4th time. It's not some firecrackers, it's some pure power crossover that could have caused a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the maintenance guy came. Since he claimed it's a big problem he couldn't fix. The guy checked. Explosions again. 5, 6, 7...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them were frighten. But they both have the responsibilities to get the problem solved. Luckily the fire never burns the their hands. Fortunately they were never injured when investigating. For one of them is expecting his 1st baby boy due out in a week or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Total is 9 explosions. Somebody asked: "Aren't you afraid?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what can I do? Do you expect me to ask some junior or low level to do the task?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are responsible, they gotta stay firm no matter how worse the situation is. When we don't see, we think some jobs are easy, &amp; the tasks are tiny. Every scenarios, merely makes him be more grateful. They makes him respect each &amp; everyone around him even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mistakes would have bring terrible ends to them, they knew, but they have no choice. They are just doing what is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-708144743819996367?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/708144743819996367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=708144743819996367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/708144743819996367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/708144743819996367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/03/9-lives.html' title='9 Lives.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-5054270432100593043</id><published>2009-03-06T02:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T03:40:41.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>爱，恨和贱。</title><content type='html'>友人说："i'm planning to holiday in Malaysia. Maybe June or July. With my new girlfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh?! i thought you just married last year?" 我问。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yupe. but now i'm on the way to divorce. it was like hell man!!" 他笑道，丝毫没有一点愧疚的意味。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;某种程度上，我是觉得他该给与女生一点尊严，也尊重自己。毕竟，就算女生再难搞，婚姻生活再难熬，离婚手续还没办妥，便展开另一端恋情，是有点难看。难听点，这个男人，很贱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱里，可以有恨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恨你雨天傻傻地为我撑伞，自己半身湿透也不在乎，感冒了说没什么，睡一下便好。恨你胆敢在大众睽睽之下，屈身换我点头说：I Do。恨你，让我没有说不的可能。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当爱意退去，取而代之的，究竟是什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恨里，丝毫没有爱的空间。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恨她不懂温柔，只会念不停说我不会照顾自己，要她担心。恨她没有了光彩，只会躲在家里，不停地在不对的时候拨我的电话号码。恨她，让我感受到莫名的沉重。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当恨意衍生，它取代了爱，扭曲了对方的心意，让人厌恶眼前人，忘却两人过去的山盟海誓。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他忘了，当天他跪在那里，期盼着她点头时的全心全意。那时，她是他的全部，摇个头会要了他的命。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她记得，当天她站在那里，泪流着点头时他绽放的笑容。那时，他是她的全部，她的命在那一刻交到他手里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个人可以忘记，但不可以忽视。不然，便是贱。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-5054270432100593043?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/5054270432100593043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=5054270432100593043' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/5054270432100593043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/5054270432100593043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='爱，恨和贱。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-4289854266536282431</id><published>2009-01-20T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:49:03.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>别说我没办事!!! :)</title><content type='html'>我不毛遂自荐，却某种程度上成了一年一度UP6W gathering的organizer。所以，为了不让大家念到臭头，也尽量让大家有个难忘的reunion，我(们)决定：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间：大年初一 260109&lt;br /&gt;还是时间：傍晚 7:30PM （可以改）&lt;br /&gt;哪里：晓慧家 (该是Duyung)&lt;br /&gt;做啥：搞pot luck**!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**pot luck - 大家各别带些吃得饱的喝得下得，到某个朋友的家聚餐，小聚什么的。如果你现在知道它为何物，请大方承认你是山姑suagu!!! 毕竟我也被某人这么赞美过，呵呵。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一些小提点：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一，请尽量穿着整齐，只要自己觉得美也算OK。虐待相机可是很贱的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;二，看到uncle auntie要记得叫人，说些吉利的话，别让人说没礼貌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三，请尽量准时。早到早退还可以接受，迟到早退的话...小心一些。记得，是7.30PM到，不是自己爽7.30PM从家里出发。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;四，没有交通工具的，像我，请厚起脸皮要人载送。有车的，请发挥大爱精神，问人有谁愿意“上你”车，也测测你有多受欢迎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;五，pot luck不设限价码，也不规定谁带些什么，全看心意去到哪里。大概带足够一人份的量就好, agak agak一个意思。我们就看到时会不会有二十粒西瓜，十支coca-cola，却没有半点东西吃的局面...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;六，带些扑克牌什么的，可以化解没有话题的尴尬。当然，有人带上PS3的话，我会心存感激，祝你万事胜意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;七，还有什么?! 想不到咧...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;八，读到这篇废物的诸位，请帮帮忙向那些不用facebook，也不写blog的挚友传达。澄清一下，从没有人说过gathering在初四搞，谣言不可轻信!!! 也请帮忙向某些黄种蕉翻译。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;九，以上的全部都还可以吧??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;十，还可以哦? 谢谢谢谢，我那一点点（真的一点点）努力不算什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝大家，一年比一年好，开心，健康，安稳。期待着我们的聚会。到时见 ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        ABU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: 有问题的话尽管问，我答不上当白问。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-4289854266536282431?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4289854266536282431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=4289854266536282431' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4289854266536282431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4289854266536282431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_20.html' title='别说我没办事!!! :)'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-3304440674355424192</id><published>2009-01-17T03:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:46:02.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>听着《Broken Strings》</title><content type='html'>他说：tim, saya tahu ada seorang yang you boleh rely on!! 然后奸嘴嘻笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;带着兴奋，我问：yakeh? siapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他念出了你的名字，我愣住作回应。不说话，因为我清楚知道，你还在的话，我会放心不少。只是现在，我连你在哪里，用着哪个电话号码都不知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选择不去清楚知道，是为了强装自己无谓的倔强。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我怪他，为何提起你? 为何让我明白自己的装备，是那么地不堪一击。轻轻一推，便能将最真实的一面窥见。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他笑着走开，而我对着电脑，呆呆地续着该做的事。也慢慢地将武装重组，掩盖自己其实非常非常挂念你的事实。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-3304440674355424192?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3304440674355424192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=3304440674355424192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/3304440674355424192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/3304440674355424192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/01/broken-strings.html' title='听着《Broken Strings》'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-468563191486346998</id><published>2009-01-04T13:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:25:56.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>Y'all Are Parts of Me.</title><content type='html'>Get complained for not replying any of the New Year's Sms by some frens. They said I'm lansi, sombong &amp; showed me a silly Twins' Ah Kiu icon on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what to do. For a lousy ass who's still using mobile without camera, no memory card &amp; no flashy functions, I can only save up to around 100 Sms which speaks some part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear SOME, please be considerate as I had to keep on deleting Sms during the eve, which caused your wishes get thru only by the next morning. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year. New resolution. &amp; I've decided to bring some of my past here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A guy donated blood for his girlfriend. When they broke up he wanted his blood back.D girl threw a bloody Kotex at him &amp; said, I'll pay you in monthly installments." - ARIF 210806&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life only travelled once.Today's moment becomes tomorrow's memory. Enjoy every moment, good or bad, because the gift of life is life itself. Enjoy the life! (^.^)&lt;br /&gt;hey fren i read ur the latest blog today. So touching. Take care." - 淑蓉 260806&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tim all the best in your career in this Year of the pig. May health &amp; prosperity be with you" - Yuen 170207&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wishing u a Happy and Prosperous New Year" - 建寿 170207&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A friend like u is nt like boobs coz every 1 sucks them. Nt like vagina coz it tears. you r like a penis coz it stands when needed." - 礼坤 140307&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"你好聪明! 你太有才了，是的，有空给我写信" - 俊操 270307&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god! i cant believe u stil remember..haha touchy. thx boss! ald best to u too!" 晓晖 100407&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh great. I know you are good. Congrates." - 新洲 040507&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tp mahu cr superman mcm u susah. Yg dpt, cicakman." - Romzi 050507&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey tim..When r u free 2 watch shrek? Watched oredi? Wat 2 do..Who r we? Not angel..Not steve..Not ricky..Not sarah..Not karen..Not hugh..Not blake..Just sigh!" - 克华 040607&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there's more to come. For the last line in the last msg, blake should changed to Daughtry then add another david nowadays...haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-468563191486346998?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/468563191486346998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=468563191486346998' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/468563191486346998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/468563191486346998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/01/yall-are-parts-of-me.html' title='Y&apos;all Are Parts of Me.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-7165476071608209994</id><published>2009-01-01T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:24:06.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>新愿。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SVzRII2UgdI/AAAAAAAACTM/jUaoDYY7YHE/s1600-h/CSC_3986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SVzRII2UgdI/AAAAAAAACTM/jUaoDYY7YHE/s400/CSC_3986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286330000370598354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨晚，你们在哪里? 干了啥?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己一个人，看了《叶问》，而后到处逛逛，拎着相机见着什么照什么。人说，年纪大了，静静地就好。那，也许我不曾年轻过。除了去年，为了SOLER，呵呵。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24小时前的365天，我在哪里? 干了啥?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己一个人，好好的活着，享受着不平凡的享受，一些照单全收。见识了泰国的佛与色，遇见了他一回两回三回，再次品尝上海的小杨生煎，对SOLER的摇滚乐和摄影越加迷恋，还有看着生活里的细微变化。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的，还有你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新的一年，你们，我们会在哪里? 会干啥?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想，我还会是这么个样，就像那时的&lt;a href="http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-100th-blog-here.html"&gt;弃旧图新&lt;/a&gt;, 延续着&lt;a href="http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html"&gt;迎新不弃旧&lt;/a&gt;的作风。干得好，请你们鼓鼓掌，不然，默默地在背后笑话便好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有便是，放眼望去，我总看见你的影子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愿大家，安稳，健全地活出自己。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-7165476071608209994?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7165476071608209994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=7165476071608209994' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7165476071608209994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7165476071608209994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='新愿。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SVzRII2UgdI/AAAAAAAACTM/jUaoDYY7YHE/s72-c/CSC_3986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-2160688318184720162</id><published>2008-12-30T10:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:02:19.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>现在，以后。</title><content type='html'>你看着窗外，静静地，傻傻地笑着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我问，搞什么? 你在想什么?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说：没有，没什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想起他，你会笑，神情不自觉地透漏着喜悦。生怕会把他的名字给忘了似的，三不五时总提起他。虽不承认，可你知道，你希望他不再只是一个普通朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他走后，你打了无数次电话给他，可石沉大海，音讯全无。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我说：没什么的，你继续打给他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不忿，说不想让自己看起来很笨，不喜欢感觉像个loser。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你还是通话键按下，一次又一次，期盼着另一头的那把声音。你不介意，他终于给你来电的时候，只希望得到一些好处，然后几句话挂线。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;渐渐地，你怀疑，这个人，是否真的就如你想象? 那个可以和你愉快共事，可以与你聊上几个小时而不觉得腻的人，去了哪里? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果一切不过过眼云烟，你希望，至少以后你有个方向。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你问：where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他说：i'm walking to your place. i can see you now。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你有点愕然，意外自己没有一点紧张。反倒是他，和你，和其他人对话，吞吞吐吐，不自然，需要你协助。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他留下一句i'll call you later，离去。i'll just listen，你说。是的，你听，你会期待，可你发现自己不再是个输家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许，你们之间，没有胜负。你们无所不谈，你听他的念叨，他笑话你的白痴。你不介意他的若无其事，他不必嫌你是个pain in the ass。你们像兄弟，以后的关系如何，以后再说。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-2160688318184720162?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2160688318184720162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=2160688318184720162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2160688318184720162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2160688318184720162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_30.html' title='现在，以后。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-2419121830838707301</id><published>2008-12-23T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:50:18.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>给你们 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SVDQK3B8t2I/AAAAAAAACTE/-SsgaHe_d7Y/s1600-h/DSC_3293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SVDQK3B8t2I/AAAAAAAACTE/-SsgaHe_d7Y/s400/DSC_3293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282951247894984546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;那时，工作有点忙，思绪被某些人牵得远远的。忽地，电话不作声的震动，传来了一封简讯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;它写着：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个短讯有N个目的：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一，继续巩固关系&lt;br /&gt;二，看你手机丢没丢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三，打发时间&lt;br /&gt;四，提醒你我的存在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;五，告诉你十七大新的班子订了，常委没咱俩&lt;br /&gt;六，说明我很在乎你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;七，送你很有技术含量的话：天气冷了，窝里多垫点草&lt;br /&gt;八，现在，这一刻我想你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;九，证明一下中国移动铁塔还没被美国炸掉&lt;br /&gt;十，骚扰一下你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;十一，告诉你我是小康户不在乎这一毛钱&lt;br /&gt;十二，想证明发短信比邮件快&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;十三，提前祝你圣诞节快乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;读完，我笑了，看着电话屏幕笑了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear all, Merry X'mas &amp; a Happy New Year。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-2419121830838707301?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2419121830838707301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=2419121830838707301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2419121830838707301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2419121830838707301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_23.html' title='给你们 :)'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SVDQK3B8t2I/AAAAAAAACTE/-SsgaHe_d7Y/s72-c/DSC_3293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-6230839641309118897</id><published>2008-12-16T21:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:04:13.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>享受另一种方式。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SUfBXgEoz1I/AAAAAAAACGk/_iXFHptG444/s1600-h/n828682349_617436_3946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401697605734226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SUfBXgEoz1I/AAAAAAAACGk/_iXFHptG444/s400/n828682349_617436_3946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;挨着冷天气，我决定买张末班长巴车票，前往北京。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选了个靠近入口的位子，好让我的双脚可以有更多的空间。我将椅背放斜，静静躺着，想着前方的未知数。半途，巴士停在某个休闲处，让我们歇歇。记得，我吐着热空气，将双手插在裤袋里头，买了杯热咖啡，然后死认着几张脸孔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是畏惧自己一个人，而怕错过了班车。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抵达目的地，我们被催促下车，就在某个不知名的路口。上班族学生赶时间的脚步，路边面摊的热气袅袅，三两部自行车从我身边插过，构成我在那里的第一个画面。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SUfBiWwAb-I/AAAAAAAACGs/1MWDbM8kZLw/s1600-h/n828682349_572148_2017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401884081844194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SUfBiWwAb-I/AAAAAAAACGs/1MWDbM8kZLw/s400/n828682349_572148_2017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在苏格泰（Shukothai），我在一家餐馆喝着第二大杯冰咖啡，悠闲地上网。开往曼谷的长巴，会在店门外停下。我不需要傻傻地拎着背包等待，服务员答应好会叫我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;离开那里，我莫名地哀伤起来。不为什么，只因为在那里的一天，太安稳太舒服了，舍不得离开。我开着窗外，脑海里头的画面，向灯光片般，映了一回又一回。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抵达曼谷，夜半3:44AM，那可是多美妙的时间啊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;长巴车站人很多，我一个人兜圈子，找人替我要房间。旅客服务柜台态度很差，反倒是为了身计的taxi driver，显得更加有效率。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK。其中一人用摩多车，载着我前往一家旅馆。他戴着头盔，可我没有，就这样在马路上行驶。&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的，我很享受长巴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢那种忐忑，一种未知数待在终点的些许焦虑感。一切可以很顺利，可遇见麻烦，那也是旅途上的一种体验。虽然我还没遇见，也不想遇着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;廉价航空崛起，将许多人的旅游方式改变了。好处很多，可总遗失了些什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还期待，哪天再次对吉打的遍野绿田，在暖暖晨光的照耀下，感动一番。可有人说，现已看不到了。那可真是遗憾大。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SUfB751-VyI/AAAAAAAACG0/q2VZM46vGZY/s1600-h/n828682349_983345_6659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280402322998843170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SUfB751-VyI/AAAAAAAACG0/q2VZM46vGZY/s400/n828682349_983345_6659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从杭州，我们为了避开火车人龙，选择了自以为是的小巴，前往苏州。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们乘上了：棺材车。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一节节的位子，你不能坐，只能横躺。里头又小又窄，我这么大一块，好不辛苦。然后，还得享受阵阵后头厕所传来的香气，呼吸着别人在冷气巴士里头提供的二手烟，啊啊!! 我们两人好命苦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最妙的是，我还得拎着“两件”行李，匆忙下车。以为到了，结果傻傻地呆立在一片旷地里，度过那一小段的休息时间。我没想到，一两小时的车程，也需要充电的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傍晚六点，头上圆月照着，感觉像夜半两点钟。呵呵。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-6230839641309118897?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/6230839641309118897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=6230839641309118897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/6230839641309118897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/6230839641309118897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_16.html' title='享受另一种方式。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SUfBXgEoz1I/AAAAAAAACGk/_iXFHptG444/s72-c/n828682349_617436_3946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-6853576344029573338</id><published>2008-12-08T11:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:56:08.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>A Great 1st December. &amp; The Things After.</title><content type='html'>I listened to Keane's "Perfect Symmetry" over &amp; over again, &amp; it's really good. Though I switched to "Spiralling" sometimes, but it didn't matter. They are both the correct song at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I write blog. Which is something difficult to me now. Am I too busy? Or nothing special worth a write? Anyway anyhow, I do feel good after I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surfed facebook. Comments &amp; reply comments on tonnes of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with someone expected. With her expected questions. But the results turned out unexpected. It's either I too simple or she's too complex. I'm relieved. As if what I thought of before merely some misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've eaten good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into someone during my work. Which is a very very GOOD thing to me. I talked to him, while trying not to show my nervousness. &amp; I gave him some freebies, though I never get any autographs or photos in return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home. 3rd strike with my fren, &amp; gave him quite a BIG shock! &amp; managed to scored level S+ with 1 of my fav character, Urien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with all the happenings in a day, what else could I asked for more? Errr...maybe I can have another conversation with Steve again soon?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep that night, &amp; had a bad dream of a BIG spider crawling down from my ceiling. Not because I'm too excited with my idol, it's because of the weather more likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I never went to work the next day. Without any MC or what, just called, informed then slept like hell at home. From 5pm evening till the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you need me to bring back some soil?" my sohai fren text me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it would be nice. please get steve or bernard's brand. hehe." I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I doesn't know tanah got brand." what he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I know. We're no more strangers. Or should I just hope?! hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-6853576344029573338?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/6853576344029573338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=6853576344029573338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/6853576344029573338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/6853576344029573338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-1st-december-things-after.html' title='A Great 1st December. &amp; The Things After.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-8681925695932726171</id><published>2008-12-01T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:34:42.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>价值。</title><content type='html'>那天，自己一个人在家附近，简单地用着午饭。来了一位小妹，十几来岁吧，手上拿着印有孩童样的本子。我知道她要募款，不管是真是假。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我向她挥挥手，示意要她别打扰我吃饭。可她自顾自的，说：我不是要卖东西的，放心。然后拉了椅子坐下，滔滔不绝起来。起先，她要我募捐五十，赞助一包白米饭，帮助孤苦孩童。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呵?! 我心想，为什么是这个样的? 有说规定募捐的价码?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我继续拒绝，可她继续讲，还来了另一位小妹帮嘴。恕我直说，她们一人一句，好烦。然后她们使出杀手锏，说：不如这样，你捐半包，就二十五。接着慢慢跌，最后变成乐捐，可还是定价十元。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么时候起，我们看的往往都是数字，续而鉴定一个人的价值。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我全班第一，代表学校比赛，深得师长宠爱。然后我开始看不起他人，那是我的水准，不是我错，是我太卓越。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们歌唱得很好，可寂寂无名。他们用心表演，哪怕观众只有一位。可他们还是败给了一群靠脸孔身材出位的小伙子，败给现实中的乌合之众。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她得天独厚，美若天仙，吃好睡饱，许多人都败倒在她石榴裙下。她开始担心，用尽法宝维持自己的所有，生怕它们被岁月一样样带走。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;工作上，他的业绩没有别人好，而不得上司重用。可他知道，他不过是规规矩矩办事，不骗不耍诈，明白客人，也尊敬自己。他活得安好，可别人都笑他笨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后，小妹们离开，要不到我一毛钱。也许她们会觉得我坏，嫌我小气。可我觉得，你们不懂得尊重别人，钱被你要到，也是心不甘情不愿的纯打发，慈善究竟在哪?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她们回到慈善中心，有人也许会赞说好，说她们很有善心。有些人可能被嫌，被说不够用心，可谁明白，她也是盯着艳阳筹款，她只不过明白，什么时候该点点头，说声谢谢离开。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-8681925695932726171?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8681925695932726171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=8681925695932726171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8681925695932726171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8681925695932726171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='价值。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-7664858816733985232</id><published>2008-11-24T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:11:22.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>好久不见。</title><content type='html'>有的人，喜欢偶尔问问你，朋友过得怎么样。问，看似关心，其实不过是想探听一些是非，点缀自己乏味的日子。他会将得知的所有，当成娱乐新闻，娱人悦己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人，会将无聊当有趣，多管闲事不自知，还理所当然。看似有义气，其实更像扰乱别人的生活，而后知后觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的，他们是你的朋友，所以我们会说：他就是这样的啦，习惯就好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人，平时不怎么样，会偶尔给你摇电，发发简讯，问你过得好不好，约你出来见面。他会惦念已久不见的你，让你因为一通电话忘却工作的烦闷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有的人，你觉得他很烂，觉得跟他不咬弦。可他明白，什么该说，什么不该问。他明白你的感受，不给你添加不必要的麻烦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的，他们也是你的朋友，可是我们会说：有没有，不知道有什么康头?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不为你两肋插刀，不代表你们不是兄弟。不常见不常联络，不代表别人不重视你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;称兄道弟的人，往往在重要时候落跑。虚情假意的人，往往令你不知所措。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们都是朋友，是的。哪天我们还可以是朋友，我不会说那是前世修来的福，更不是什么缘分还在什么的；我会说，那是我细细酝酿的结果。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友，好久不见。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-7664858816733985232?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7664858816733985232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=7664858816733985232' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7664858816733985232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7664858816733985232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;在这个讲求速度的年代，往往别人给你一个机会，却不给你时间。要你上台，却不叫你该怎么下台。灯光熄灭后的所有，自己承担。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来，最糟糕的上司，不是当初如何用些甜言蜜语，或一些空头支票，让你留下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是在你觉得待遇不平等时，不替你求证问个明白，还说：if you want you just take it，oe else we will find another candidate。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是非常喜欢一个问题人物，硬说他好，说：this type of people will die for you 1。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是没有在工作上为你提点，没有让你知道对错，还在你忙着时把你拉到一旁念叨，说什么这是improvement的气话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是带着有色眼镜，硬要某个kerja macam cacing，之前刚被开除过的美女重入队伍。她就连一个普通员工都知道，她不行。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他是在作了决定，没有出来交待。别人问起，只说：he is good, but he is not the best。然后见着也避开不谈，背地里问别人我怎么样了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽地觉得，他不再是一只猪头。最糟糕的猪，原来会变成缩头龟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回家，回到原点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一切来得有点陌生，却又那么地安稳，那么地让人忙得起劲。一张张熟悉不过的脸孔，慰问的笑着，让你明白，他们没有忘记你，而我也许把他们忽略了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天，变得像场梦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;的确，也许他们要的，是个球形物体。而自己，方方硬硬地，不够圆滑。他们替我作了决定，我不是最好的人选。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人问：honestly, how do you feel back here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;挫败感也许还在，隐隐地刺痛。可自己知道，我其实很喜欢这里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的，我回到了这里。that good old place of mine。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-8680866622988022304?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8680866622988022304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=8680866622988022304' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8680866622988022304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SOA3Oo-4I6I/AAAAAAAABl0/PKJTtXVsfHs/s400/ap0908_Barker-Cover_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251257890172838818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simple as that. Nothing to read. Sorry if any1 of you were dissapointed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-1951814934760640521?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1951814934760640521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=1951814934760640521' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1951814934760640521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1951814934760640521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-for-certain-shopaholics.html' title='this is for a certain shopaholics!!'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SOA3Oo-4I6I/AAAAAAAABl0/PKJTtXVsfHs/s72-c/ap0908_Barker-Cover_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-5907112755641639610</id><published>2008-09-26T12:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:46:35.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and sports'/><title type='text'>聆听。</title><content type='html'>我们常天真地以为，霉运不会降临。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相信自己的偏头痛，不过是暂时的，过了些日子便好。身体有些不对劲，也只是偶然的，吃点药偶尔休息便好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是乎，我们继续将自己埋在虚拟的网络世界里，继续肆无禁忌的烟鱼酒肉，享受着不知所谓的享受。忘了身体也需要呼吸，忽视它缺了阳光汗水而发出的警号。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，哪天接到噩耗，我们不用觉得意外，那不过是身体终于没有了撑着的能力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多年前，他的离去，我好像没有学到些什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在，他即将接受的手术，也许我可以明白些什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we should know to save for the worst. &amp; appreciate what we have now" 我如是告诉朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是时候聆听，也对它重新了解。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-5907112755641639610?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/5907112755641639610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=5907112755641639610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/5907112755641639610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/5907112755641639610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_26.html' title='聆听。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-5839830084702189299</id><published>2008-09-25T10:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:41:24.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>男女有别?</title><content type='html'>前些天，工作处的一位女生，不停的眼盯着一位男客人，说：ee, handsomenya... 然后说他谈吐多温柔多有礼貌什么的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看了看，问了他一个问题。当女生看见一位帅哥，脑袋里想些什么?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她说：想象如果被他呵护会有多温暖，和他有的小宝贝会有多得意之类的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;噢，这便是女生的脑袋?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人说，男人用下半身思考。我完全认同，毕竟我有一只下体嗅觉系生物的损友。我们眼瞄的，都是些身材火辣妙曼的尤物，然后想的都是床上戏。对不起，没有几个男人，会对素未谋面的美女，幻想她们为自己下厨，在自己生病时为自己送药有多好什么的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;会的，肯定是荷尔蒙失调，或那话儿出事了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女生是否真没有欲望的幻想? 想象将双手搁在某个路过帅哥的胸膛上，或捏一把他们结实的屁屁什么的?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人说，女人只为爱而性。我不完全认同，毕竟现在没有几个女生会只对一个人守候。友人说我lost faith，我想是的。待在五花十色的地方工作久了，渐渐对人失去了安全感。对不起，没有几个女人，还愿意简单的生活，不被外头的诱惑左右。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要不然，我那位朋友，泄欲的对象都哪里来?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看来，我们所有人都是一样的，寻觅着和自己契合的某一个人。只不过偶尔，会给自己，一些点缀。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-5839830084702189299?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/5839830084702189299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=5839830084702189299' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/5839830084702189299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/5839830084702189299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='男女有别?'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-8092822688385247043</id><published>2008-09-21T03:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T04:25:49.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Tragic &amp; Magic.</title><content type='html'>Lately, after I watched "The Dark Knight" thrice in the cinema ( yes, &amp; i'm still feeling the possibilty of the fourth time ), there's hardly a movie that made we wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the long awaited Batman sequel too good?! Yes, definitely. Or should I say it's just hard to get a show which touched us in ways we never thought it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like I get sober with each &amp; every tragic character in the thrilling masterpiece. Never really expecting it coming this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SNVbZ5pWv8I/AAAAAAAABls/970VEVwBjIc/s1600-h/the_dark_knight_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SNVbZ5pWv8I/AAAAAAAABls/970VEVwBjIc/s400/the_dark_knight_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248201441299316674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SNVVv_T3EAI/AAAAAAAABlk/yd_nswxtwVc/s1600-h/7_1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SNVVv_T3EAI/AAAAAAAABlk/yd_nswxtwVc/s400/7_1280x1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248195223707127810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or get uplifted by "Mamma Mia!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a movie can somehow bring a magic smile onto our face, makes us realize the day wasn't that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this Abba songs covered movie that good? Yes, guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If "The Dark Knight" troubled me with the riddles between good &amp; bad, then this musical material simply firming my believes. I'm gonna watch both of them again. No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I might go get the movie soundtrack &amp; Darn!! Was "Hairspray" as good?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-8092822688385247043?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8092822688385247043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=8092822688385247043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8092822688385247043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8092822688385247043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/09/tragic-magic.html' title='Tragic &amp; Magic.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SNVbZ5pWv8I/AAAAAAAABls/970VEVwBjIc/s72-c/the_dark_knight_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-7945471939320482840</id><published>2008-09-19T11:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:28:53.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star'/><title type='text'>杂章X2。</title><content type='html'>以前，可以偶尔向友人炫耀，自己不花一毛钱过一天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;骑电单车上班，不必花停泊费，也可以几天方才添加几块车油钱。工作的地方提供膳食，两餐都在那里解决，有时还可以另加一顿茶点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时真的好像比较容易过生活。工钱没有很多，可日子过得好好的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近，不知怎的，总觉得分分钟都在花钱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电单车一样骑着，却开始出毛病了，一些东西换了，有些还隐隐赖着。住的地方也搬得离工作地点更远了，三两天便得添油，还是起了价的那种。也因为某种原因，每天得花个RM1.50的停泊费，让自己心安。也不知是不是自己嘴馋，也较常在外头花钱吃饭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《钱不够用2》我还没看，自己却已严重地感同身受。想要不付费过活，比puasa一天还难...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;几个月前，他架着墨镜，在我工作的地方步过，我实在地被吓着了。淡绿色的衣裳，显得很有朝气。然后我去了看他的签唱会，发现他的演唱功力，还有炒热气氛的技巧，真不是盖的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后，听说他在另一家coffeebean出现，有人想和他要签名，却被店经理阻止，说：不行不行，要有很pro的样子，不可以随便打扰客人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呵呵，要是我被阻止向自己喜欢的人要签名合照，肯定脚跺个不停，然后赌气罢工。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;几天前，他在我店内坐了好久，起身要走了方才被我认出来。然后我对友人说：他是第一个让我觉得很邋遢的明星。毕竟，你很难想象一个满脸胡楂，无袖上衣短裤休闲鞋没有包装的艺人是什么样的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是一个阿Beng，如果他的气质如是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后前天晚上，我放工回家，又遇见了他。我下escalator，他在我对面上。同样的红色无袖上衣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有的人，歌唱得再好，戏演得再棒，张得多帅多漂亮，却仅止于此。在他们身上，看不见自己向往的素质，所以见着了不会兴奋感动，错过了也不至于遗憾。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他的《背叛》很棒，他是曹格。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-7945471939320482840?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7945471939320482840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=7945471939320482840' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7945471939320482840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7945471939320482840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/09/x2.html' title='杂章X2。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-3839077418835034403</id><published>2008-09-05T12:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:45:25.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>A New Fren Cost Me RM76.80!!</title><content type='html'>I met this couple from where i work. They sounds like foreigner with the "slang" they carry. Thought they are Thai thus I asked. From Vietnam, the lady answered, somewhere in North Viet which I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wondered would it be near to Hanoi. A place which I longed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the guy's email &amp; we became facebook-mate the next morning. At that time they already flew back to their sweet home. We chat in facebook chat room &amp; in the end I'm doing him favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To send her girlfriend's whole big bag of new purchased goodies which she left in The Body Shop Pavilion all the way back to Hanoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I did the job just now. Sent via Pos Express Malaysia. Which cost me a total of RM76.80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he did mentioned to let him pay the charges but it's OK. I just not really into mailing therefore I never asked for that service. Sometimes money doesn't matter most. I would really appreciate the pleasure if I'm the 1 needing help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he promised days ago to buy me a coffee the day when I visit Hanoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A coffee only? How bout a cheesecake as well?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm...with some milk maybe?" This is the answer I get. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. To be honest, I just never thought to charge to be that EXPENSIVE!! mahal siut!! &gt;_&lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-3839077418835034403?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3839077418835034403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=3839077418835034403' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/3839077418835034403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/3839077418835034403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-fren-cost-me-rm7680.html' title='A New Fren Cost Me RM76.80!!'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-1165055092869281834</id><published>2008-09-02T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:26:13.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>回到这里。</title><content type='html'>"In recent weeks, Ricky Martin became a proud father by the birth of twin sons." 读到这里，我实实在在吓着了。自己一直以来的偶像，已从别人眼中的Bon-Bon Shaker，升级。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I can now announce that Tom and I are expecting a baby and we are very happy." Spice Girls的Mel C，同样捎来了喜讯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;几分钟内，两人的部落，让我有了感悟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来自己，已一个月写不出一片部落。上面写的，是星期前半途而废的几行字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;公司新店开张，我很“荣幸”地被派到了那里打管。却发现，原来工作很多时候，不是自己觉得对就好，而是秀要演得棒。有人对我说：店刚开始，任谁都会想将自己的包袱扔开，压力与摩擦肯定会有。最重要的，是do a good show 1st。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呵呵。我无可奈何地冷笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢《The Dark Knight》。当中的一句：Endure，Sir，印象特别深刻。是的，很多时候，我们需要忍耐光明前的黑暗。只怕自己会败给了自己，就像 We either die hero，or live long enough to see ourself become villain。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以我学着妥协，学会不让自己迷失了方向。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;偶尔听听王菲林忆莲，让心情好过点。在Facebook和友人聊聊，让自己觉得我不是一个人。静静的锅在家里，喝杯热热的咖啡，觉得日子这样子过很好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;风浪再大，也不过是过眼云烟。不必为了一个让别人满意的伪装伤透脑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky当爸了，我像被点醒似的，发现时间不会配合我们的步伐。摔个跤，也不过是生活的一丁点不如意。拍一拍，脚步还是得向前跨去。哪天回头望，会发现自己因为摔过跤而让脚步更加坚定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的，这就是生活。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-1165055092869281834?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1165055092869281834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=1165055092869281834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1165055092869281834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1165055092869281834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='回到这里。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-6575542594239099974</id><published>2008-07-31T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:40:04.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>要像酱。</title><content type='html'>爸妈一早到巴士站接我，然后我们三人去了吃点心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道老妈子和店主的交情有多深，只知道妈会一直说已认识它们很久了，然后便是她们老板员工都是很和气很nice的。偶尔会过来聊聊几句，给热茶加水，还会问我结婚了没。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结帐时，店老板娘算算，然后一贯由老妈子掏腰包。老板娘忽然对我说：以后结婚了要像你爸爸妈妈酱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吓? 我望了望妈妈，听不明白。然后问老板娘：怎么讲?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她说：你爸爸妈妈很好的，可以两个人坐一辆motor过来吃点心，现在很少见的了。又说：不像她爸妈酱，明明可以一起的，出去却都各走各的...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的，现今的人，会因为种种因素，自将彼此间的距离拉开。会给以很多很多理由，解释彼此间的隔膜何以形成；却只用很少很少的努力，巩固难能可贵的感情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看着干笑的老妈，她想是有点尴尬的吧。我想了想那个画面，只觉得，真是很难得。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-6575542594239099974?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/6575542594239099974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=6575542594239099974' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/6575542594239099974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/6575542594239099974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_31.html' title='要像酱。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-5420307313760868485</id><published>2008-07-25T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:57:18.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>我说，这叫支持。</title><content type='html'>和好久没见的友人聊天，我一直说着自己这年半来到处"流浪"的说见。说着说着，发现自己深深喜欢上旅游，也不理会自己的滔滔不绝会否让他觉得很闷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后，他问我：最近还有没有追星。然后说：你的Jolin咧?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的，他对我的印象，该还停留在那个时候。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;细想，我最近除了SOLER，还有到金河一睹Steve Yap之外，好像已没有什么人值得我一追。也许，自己现在比较能够分辨真正喜欢，和纯粹为了一看的分别。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前，曾经很欣赏Jolin章子怡的努力寻变，觉得她们不错。可Jolin自舞孃之后，便不再有什么突破，连《爱无赦》都是翻唱歌曲。而章子怡，天天见报不再是什么正面的消息，每每不是和Vivi Nevo出席个高贵场合，便是永远摘不下手的钻戒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人说，我们对艺人的了解，往往只是表面的。慈善什么的，都是为了宣传效果。是吗? 我问自己。有些人，也许是的。可还是有些人，不像作假。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就&lt;a href="http://www.chinapress.com.my/content_new.asp?dt=2008-07-25&amp;sec=entertainment&amp;art=0725en01.txt"&gt;李亚鹏殴人事件&lt;/a&gt;，你持什么看法? 我不了解他们，可不觉得他们有错。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人红了，自然成为焦点，成为狗仔抢着报导的对象。久了，光环退下，我们看见的不再是什么奢华，而是赤裸裸的生活写照。偶然被狗仔遇上，便是我们看见的一部分。像Hugh Jackman，永远被拍到和家人在海边戏水。这种报导，没有新闻价值，却能隐约传达正面的讯息。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;问我，SOLER什么好? 我会说，他们的歌不错，人也很友善很努力。尽管他们的上报率近乎零。Steve Yap呢? 觉得他很smart，有自己的想法，有环保意识。虽然我对他不甚了解，却也相信自己对他的印象。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我自己，还是追星族。只不过，不知什么时候起，我的要求严格了点。以前可以为了看而看，现在我会为了喜欢欣赏才一睹他们的风采，理得他们有多红。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-5420307313760868485?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/5420307313760868485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=5420307313760868485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/5420307313760868485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/5420307313760868485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_25.html' title='我说，这叫支持。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-150042319372097861</id><published>2008-07-22T12:19:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:59:34.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>疯子。</title><content type='html'>先是，我夜半放工回家，在行人道边等着。尽管灯是绿的，一辆车子却停在斑马线后，没有驶前的打算似的。于是乎，我停了一下，然后步过马路。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他鸣笛，比了个"为何我闯红灯"的手势，然后踩油扬长而去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一天下午，我驱机车上班。恰巧是交通最繁忙时段，Imbi路长长的车龙。灯转绿了，我驶前。忽地一辆车子由我的右手边闯了过来，车门撞到了我的摩多车头。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;里头四个黑人，为了避开车龙，妄顾别人的安全，硬往另一头开走。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前晚，又是夜半两三点，回家途中，一辆车子忽地从我后头快速驶来，然后在靠近我的时候，发出刺耳的引擎声，把我吓着了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他可以为了自己飙车的满足，而制造意外发生的可能性。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的，最近接二连三，和一些奇怪的人扯边。他们不尽然是疯汉，可作为显露了他们没有脑袋的思考模式。也许像朋友说的，我的确得回家拜拜一下，七月快到了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-150042319372097861?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/150042319372097861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=150042319372097861' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/150042319372097861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/150042319372097861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_22.html' title='疯子。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-1816182068877044127</id><published>2008-07-16T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:36:26.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>是的，我去了这里。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SH2ie2Ss6XI/AAAAAAAABlc/LAxzD3PIVF0/s1600-h/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SH2ie2Ss6XI/AAAAAAAABlc/LAxzD3PIVF0/s400/DSC01980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223509793673374066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I know you are busy with gay bar at nana entertainment. A 5 min walking distance from bst nana. Jes to let you know i wan to borrow ur bike. Happy holiday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个自以为很了解我的狗党，当我身在泰国旅游时，这么SMS我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呵呵。我读着读着，觉得好笑。不知什么时候起，总觉得，到泰国可以不看什么睡佛，可以不体会泰国民情，可以不试正宗泰国菜，却不能不看艳女猛男人妖秀。所以，犹豫了好久，最后决定"冒险"。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我自己一人，去了同志街。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怪的是，在那里，人人口操流利的华语。在泰国几天下来，为何只有那里听得见华语，我真的不明白。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选了一个比较顺眼，比较没有攻击性的皮条客，我步入店内。那时还很早，他们说秀十点多开始，我便坐在那杆等。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人靠过来，替我捏手臂什么的，我挥挥手说不用了。不习惯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他问: 你不是同志?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我将手扳转转。都可以? 他问。我笑笑，那是一个最能尊敬他人，也同时保护自己的答案了吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我忘了他叫什么名，只知道他也不像同志。在那里工作，他说是为了钱。没有女友，是因为没有合适的。如果有男伴，肯定是为了钱。不管他是否能言善道，谎话说得溜，还是实话实说。被我审问似的问了一轮，起码我觉得他还蛮好说话的。没有想象中的市侩，懂得respect。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人开始多了，他掉头招呼别人去了，我则自己观察一个个站在台上的"模特儿"。与其说是猛男秀，不如叫作小男生表演，个个"娇小玲珑"的。待久了，我才发现，西方人，原来口味就锁在那儿。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;秀终于开始了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开场的是一位光溜溜的"超级赛亚人"，玩滴蜡。哇! 我看了，只觉得好痛。他那话儿，又红又粗又大，好劲! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后是两位较为年轻的小伙子，戴着西部牛仔帽，穿着窄小裤裤，相互鞭打对方结实的身躯。哇哇! 我觉得更痛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;渐渐地，我开始改观。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们有些人，可是很认真地扭动着躯体。每一步，每一个动作，都照顾得很好。不管他们表演的理由是什么，不管他们喜欢男的还是女的，也不管他们同样size的那话儿是真是假。站在台上，他们都是诚挚的表演者。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;耳边响着Tina Turner的"Goldeneye"，边喝着Heineken，边看他们卖弄身材，偶尔搞笑，原来乐趣也是有的。以前不知道，以为这些表演，无非是些口交玩屁股戏码，看来我错了。口交他们点到即止，屁股我没看他们玩到，却对他们一场接一场的表演感到敬佩。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时候已晚，我付了220泰铢，起身离开。先前被人"含住"的某位表演者，还有围着一条毛巾的"赛亚人"，正在门外休息拉客。他向我点头笑笑，真是一点恶意都没有的样子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然，一个人冲上来将我抱住，用华语说: 老板，小费! 小费! 等你很久了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来，是之前那位皮条客，一脸嘻笑着。我机警地摸摸，钱包护照还在。看我没什么动静，又再抱了一下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很为难也! 那时皮包没什么钱了，我如是说。马币你拿吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我给了他一张10马币钞，他很高兴地双手合十向我叩头道谢。旁边有几个人讥笑起哄：哇~! KISS! KISS! 我笑了，然后挥手走开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在那里，我没有受骗，感觉不到威胁，还觉得很好玩。既然很多东西似真还假，请别问我为何去这种场合。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;顺道：照片是友人去年到曼谷时拍的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-1816182068877044127?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1816182068877044127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=1816182068877044127' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1816182068877044127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1816182068877044127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='是的，我去了这里。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SH2ie2Ss6XI/AAAAAAAABlc/LAxzD3PIVF0/s72-c/DSC01980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-4911664671209760210</id><published>2008-06-27T11:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:18:45.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>心声。</title><content type='html'>在按下钮健之前，我犹豫了一下，然后将手机收起。雷雨已转小，我撑着伞慢慢步过人群，脑袋晃晃地。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;犹豫，是因为发生的事，你不是我可以分担的人。又或，我也怀疑自己为何会在那个时候想起你?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许，人就是这样。会在某个时段，想将话说给某个人听。他未必是很好的聆听者，也不是什么出生入死的友伴，可那时，他就是那个人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，你的电话，还是响起了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我结结巴巴地，把话收回。不让自己的心意，透过语气赤裸裸地传递到你那里。急急把交谈结束，用笑声掩饰自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你在那头，是否听得见忐忑的声音? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在那个失落的时段，忽然聆听到自己心底的声音。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-4911664671209760210?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4911664671209760210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=4911664671209760210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4911664671209760210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4911664671209760210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_27.html' title='心声。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-7483140449001855124</id><published>2008-06-25T03:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T04:11:29.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>想起胡一虎的书。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SGFTkcUyYYI/AAAAAAAABlU/W2dL8czP-So/s1600-h/071223221452318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SGFTkcUyYYI/AAAAAAAABlU/W2dL8czP-So/s400/071223221452318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215541729015521666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;先前得知九把刀还有Tiger胡一虎会出现于《第三届大马书市》，异常兴奋。于是乎，买了Tiger的《我是谁》，心想可以听听他的想法，也可以讨个签名合照什么的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后，赴了九把刀的讲座，还不赖。他很大方地让一众书迷和他一一合照，所以我排了将近一小时的队。虽然追后签名要着了，可那一次的经验对于没有相机的我来说不是很好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后胡一虎“爽约”没来。我一大早赶到会场才知道讲谈会取消了，代替的是胡渐彪仿效Tiger的辩论会。虽然不爽，可我还是背着《我是谁》站着看完。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老实说，见不着Tiger，我真觉得遗憾。想一睹他的风采，听听他在广播台下的想法。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;读他的书才没几页，觉得一些东西很有意思。那是Tiger老爸写给他的一封信背面附上的箴言。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;话该怎么说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大事 - 清楚地说&lt;br /&gt;小事 - 幽默地说&lt;br /&gt;急事 - 慢慢地说&lt;br /&gt;别人的事 - 小心地说&lt;br /&gt;开心的事 - 看场合说&lt;br /&gt;伤心的事 - 不要见人就说&lt;br /&gt;没有把握的事 - 谨慎地说&lt;br /&gt;没发生的事 - 不要胡说&lt;br /&gt;做不到的事 - 别乱说&lt;br /&gt;伤害人的事 - 不能说&lt;br /&gt;现在的事 - 小心地说&lt;br /&gt;未来的事 - 未来再说&lt;br /&gt;自己的事 - 静听自己的心怎么说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果对我有不满意的地方 -- 请您一定只对我说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没想到，自己最近工作，便不停地与“说话”闹意见。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人说：sometimes what we tell is only words, then it becomes an issue。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有的骂道：i'll take this as a reminder, &amp; i hope it'll never happen again。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最糟糕的批评：sometimes i don't know how to teach you to be mature a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难消化的，始终还是得吞下。始终得靠自己去探讨别人话中的含义，然后领会自己的弱点，加以修补。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;工作上，要传达自己的想法，得确得要有一定的技巧。人会先入为主的聆听，也会将讯息慢慢扭曲成谣言。当谣言满天飞，会有人吃死猫，当然也会有人受益。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毕竟，谁不自保? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;话，得学会说，同时要懂得听。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;顺道：见不着Tiger的那天，已是书市最后一天。我在步出会场的那刻，瞧见两张海报，上面的消息让我更加遗憾。原来，我也错过了马哈迪医生，还有大马第一太空人...妈的！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-7483140449001855124?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7483140449001855124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=7483140449001855124' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7483140449001855124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7483140449001855124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/06/tigerxiehou.html' title='想起胡一虎的书。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SGFTkcUyYYI/AAAAAAAABlU/W2dL8czP-So/s72-c/071223221452318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-8993926688658710024</id><published>2008-06-19T02:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T03:07:57.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>Appreciate. Inconsiderate.</title><content type='html'>A guy never get his hot choc served. His snack was half finished so he approached to the barista. The barista was busy doing the queue's order, so he wait. His drink is finally served, &amp; the barista apologised for being late. Sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's OK. You're trying hard." He replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps even he never knew, how a simple appreciation works on other people. One words might be simple, but it means huge when it's sincere. The barista was cheered, for his effort was seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady queuing for her Regular latte at the counter. That wasn't a peak hour, yet she can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very slowlah! You see my frens all order from Starbugs &amp; they are all waiting for me outside already!" She yelled. Loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she never knew, how a tiny inconsideration reflects on herself. One words might be simple, but it means huge when it's harsh. The barista wasn't upset, for his effort barely wasn't seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-8993926688658710024?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8993926688658710024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=8993926688658710024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8993926688658710024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8993926688658710024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/06/appreciate-inconsiderate.html' title='Appreciate. Inconsiderate.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-3608500901096803430</id><published>2008-06-19T01:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T02:31:58.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>我写给某个曾经。</title><content type='html'>出席友人的结婚典礼，见着了好多好久没见的脸孔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他被安排和我们同座，我向他寒暄几句，交个差。发现，他还是和好久以前一样，说话一搭没一搭的，把无聊当幽默。也察见他和以往死党的互动，没有了半点光彩。聊几句，拍张照，便被冷落一角。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前有人常会想起他，邀他喝嘛嘛档，邀他一起看电影，一块儿在篮球场上厮杀。那时，大伙儿感情要好，天真地相信会永远老友鬼鬼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许，他以为，交情不用维护经营。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他开始，用忙碌当理由，拒绝了友人的邀约。一次又一次，要见个面都难，没有半点的羞愧。他听不见别人的埋怨，更看不到他人失望的神情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;由什么时候起，我开始看不起，他把别人心意任意挥霍的性格。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那晚，看他那个样，不免替他为结茧的友谊可惜。可我也想知道，那种冷若霜的感觉，是否令他也有同样的想法。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-3608500901096803430?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3608500901096803430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=3608500901096803430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/3608500901096803430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/3608500901096803430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='我写给某个曾经。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-8046894826965034365</id><published>2008-06-12T23:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:48:02.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Spoiler Alert!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SFFQbvZp7YI/AAAAAAAABlM/Hwy-KBN7NyM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SFFQbvZp7YI/AAAAAAAABlM/Hwy-KBN7NyM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211034681355136386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've questioned myself countless times why Eric Bana no longer portraits The Hulk in the "sequel" of the movie. Was he not good enough?! I've got no idea as I missed 'The Incredible Hulk' years ago. Thing is, I love Bana in 'Troy' &amp; the not-sure when 'The Other Boleyn Girl'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite. So Bruce Banner aka Hulk replaced by a don't know who, which made me wonder even more before heading onto the big screen. For most superheroes flicks flopped regardless how amazed the trailer is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn! This is a NOT-TO-BE-MISSED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine i repeatedly telling my Sinis movie mate‘好看到...’during the show. I didn't expect The Hulk coming this HUGE, though the flawless graphic &amp; storyline helps a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry LeeAnn, I just don't think you would be able to direct this hyper fighting movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BEST part is in the near end. When I saw him walked thru the door, I was like "My gosh! Couldn't be!!" &amp; became extremely overwhelmed. Thus he left the crowd ( or me perhaps? ) an shocking excitement which shall only be revealed in the next installment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT!! TOTALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm impressed. They seemed to be more serious in making superheroes movies nowadays. Forget X-MEN, Fantastic 4, welcomed Ironman &amp; Hulk &amp; soon...The Dark Knight's finally here. Wo-hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I surfed Wikipedia regarding the villain Abomination. I did get the info, &amp; maybe some hints to the next installment. If Tony Stark is involved, then expect: The RED Hulk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-8046894826965034365?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8046894826965034365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=8046894826965034365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8046894826965034365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8046894826965034365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/06/spoiler-alert.html' title='Spoiler Alert!!'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SFFQbvZp7YI/AAAAAAAABlM/Hwy-KBN7NyM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-8103045491100954954</id><published>2008-06-10T02:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T03:11:52.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>We Are All Stupid.</title><content type='html'>While waiting for his balance &amp; receipt, a customer asked: Is the petrol price increase affecting Coffee Bean business?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope! I answered. Firmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all? He asked again. Probably he was surprised by the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time the shop is packed, or the whole mall is to be precised. So I think again &amp; said: Mmm...No, not really. If the people wants to enjoy, they still enjoy what?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer seemed agreed. Ya, that's why I'm here. He laughed &amp; so did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "sudden" increased petrol seems to have annoyed the whole nation, &amp; my Facebook fren even 'wondering whether he'll ever get a chance to pee on P** LA*'! This is a big burden, &amp; the inflation followed is even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically what do we do &amp; what can we do? Complaints &amp; that's it. Then we still enjoy hanging ourselves at malls or clubs. Aren't the parking fee &amp; the expenses enough to help with the issue? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic?! It is. It's like a quote from my colleague regarding smoking: Kalau harga rokok naik sampai 10 ringgit pun saya beli. Though he knows the habit is hazardous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might sacrificed something to cope the STUPID inflation, yet we do carry those SILLINESS &amp; go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-8103045491100954954?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8103045491100954954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=8103045491100954954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8103045491100954954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8103045491100954954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-are-all-stupid.html' title='We Are All Stupid.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-8555939116950198290</id><published>2008-05-30T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:28:43.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>好味道。</title><content type='html'>长途巴士还在行驶着，电话另一头老妈问我：在外面吃还是吃家里?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吃家里，我答。如果没有什么喜筵或特别事故，它都会是我在马六甲的选择。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;踏入家门，闻到浅浅的油烟味，那是很熟悉的味道。我劳累了一天的汗臭衣服也没换下，便立刻打开了餐桌上的盖子。不出所料，老妈子见我快到了，又下厨为我煎了两颗鸡蛋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她怕老爸吃剩的饭菜，不够。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;舀了一碟已凉透的白饭，我吃了起来。那天的餐桌上，除了温热的老妈子招牌蛋，有的不过是吃剩的酱油肉碎和半碟的清炒龟豆，可我还是吃得很爽。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的，那是家的味道，别无他处可寻。外头的食物再精致，味道再怎么甜美，却始终少了些什么。多了一份商业气息，少了心意的无限美味。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吃饱后，我呼了一句：很好吃咧！然后端着碗碟进厨房。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是哦?! 老妈子在客厅回道。然后她对同样看着连续剧的老爸说：看，他们吃外面的东西吃多了，连酱的菜都讲好吃，我还觉得今天的龟豆很老叻...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-8555939116950198290?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8555939116950198290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=8555939116950198290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8555939116950198290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8555939116950198290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_30.html' title='好味道。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-1150136746877503517</id><published>2008-05-21T03:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T03:32:22.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>音乐，不免费。</title><content type='html'>那天，和以前的老板聊天，他说：音乐，也有便宜和贵之分。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不明白，于是要他解释。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他说：现今弄架电脑，要什么声音，还有什么效果，都可以轻松便宜弄到。但要认真制作，想要友好的音乐，每一样乐器，作一首歌分分钟得花个三五百块。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来，被忽略的，并不表示不重要。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当mp3让音乐随手可得，背后的努力付出，便让人忽略的一干二净。有人说：没办法，CD太贵了，也说没有歌听可活不下去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们都不相信，音乐会有结束的一天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;究竟，有谁还真正明白，产权意识的意义？又有谁，懂得欣赏尊重认真制作的音乐人？有几个人，可以认真分辨出好的音乐？只要滥下载自己喜欢的，是否就叫作听歌？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘了在哪里读到：一个城市小孩，画了一只六支脚的鸡。只因为，超市里的鸡腿都是六支包装出售的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们，渐渐忘记音乐从何而来。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-1150136746877503517?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1150136746877503517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=1150136746877503517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1150136746877503517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1150136746877503517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_21.html' title='音乐，不免费。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-4851842921757467545</id><published>2008-05-15T13:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T03:13:00.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headlines'/><title type='text'>为时未晚。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SCvGOnVY9TI/AAAAAAAABlE/y4F_gELSxhY/s1600-h/earth.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SCvGOnVY9TI/AAAAAAAABlE/y4F_gELSxhY/s400/earth.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200468149108536626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;朋友说：如果我们马来西亚发生地震，那真的是大新闻了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的，的而且确。我们很幸运地，处于一个安逸，没有天灾的地理环境里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;缅甸风灾，四川地震，先前中国雪灾，还有历历在目的Tsunami海啸...我们都很完整的不被牵涉其中。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;究竟，地球怎么了? 它正为自身的痛哀号，仰或一回接一回地向人类的愚昧发出警告?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《群》里有一句话很好：当大海有了智慧，第一个念头竟是杀人。虽为虚构，却引人深思。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对那些常说“你这点作为帮不到些什么的”的人，不能理解他们脑袋里的环保意识，该怎么解读。尽了努力就好，也许微不足道，但最重要是有根深蒂固的概念，我是这么想的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果幸运可以任意挥霍，那也可以有用完的一天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对已不幸遇害的人，我献上同情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哪天，我们也可能沦为震惊全球的受害者。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-4851842921757467545?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4851842921757467545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=4851842921757467545' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4851842921757467545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4851842921757467545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_15.html' title='为时未晚。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SCvGOnVY9TI/AAAAAAAABlE/y4F_gELSxhY/s72-c/earth.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-89176808708210559</id><published>2008-05-14T02:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T03:14:19.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>黑白讲之后...</title><content type='html'>先前在友人的《&lt;a href="http://mypaper.pchome.com.tw/news/aireen/3/1306505467/20080501105916/"&gt;黑白讲&lt;/a&gt;》那里，我留言说了这一句话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"喜欢比较简单，讨厌；复杂矛盾无比"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近，工作那里有了些小变动，人事方面会有些调动。先前有一个女员工，工作漫不经心，带懒，很不讨人喜欢。当大家获悉她即将被调走时，都有点高兴，觉得她活该。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她最后一天到来店里，带走天天替换的鞋子，然后向大家告别。忽地，心情复杂起来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，她好像没有很坏。也许，她真的努力过了。毕竟，她还是个18小妹妹，持宠生骄也不出奇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来，我们会心虚地，忘了自己先前的小心眼和不理会他人感受的作为，矛盾地给自己一些解释，让自己的同情心好过点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另有一位男的，23岁。有着一颗善良的心，对人有礼，很讨人喜欢。可他最大的毛病，是意志力薄弱。一旦他对工作厌倦，碰上瓶颈，会选择逃避。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对他的印象，慢慢一塌糊涂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说他懒？不对。工作不认真？不是。没有规划？不像。就算是，也不管我事，只要不影响工作。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看来，我们也会，不管自己是否偏离了道理，硬硬塞一些理由，让自己的喜欢得以维护，就算它已变质。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢，说不上理由，可以一霎那不见，可心里明白。厌恶，理由多的是，可为何久久挥之不去，总让自己难受？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-89176808708210559?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/89176808708210559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=89176808708210559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/89176808708210559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/89176808708210559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_14.html' title='黑白讲之后...'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-1062394888132055738</id><published>2008-05-10T02:04:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T03:20:48.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Yes. I enjoyed GO! MAY 9th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SCSaqAbE3QI/AAAAAAAABkc/NFwQ4wnaf1w/s1600-h/speed_racer_movie_poster_new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SCSaqAbE3QI/AAAAAAAABkc/NFwQ4wnaf1w/s400/speed_racer_movie_poster_new.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198449916351143170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shattering bright colours. My 1st impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Musha 真田广之! I'm a fan of him since The Promise 无极. But I never thought that his part would be that few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Ricci. Damn pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good storyline. Like the encouragement &amp; uplifting conservations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racer X &amp; Rex Racer. Yupe, HUNK. But sorry I'm just not fond of RAIN...even after watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours++ of fun. Thought it would be much shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprises. Which made me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chimp Chimp &amp; the don't know what name now kiddo. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All rite. I think that's all that makes me so overwhelmed after Speed Racer. Perhaps there's really nothing much left here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was "introduced" to the trailer, I've been waiting long for this movie. Even though I've got no idea at all 'bout the original cartoon series during my childhood, Speed Racer still managed to impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SCSdZAbE3SI/AAAAAAAABks/Nnx7aoQPywY/s1600-h/n36653970176_2688457_3852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SCSdZAbE3SI/AAAAAAAABks/Nnx7aoQPywY/s200/n36653970176_2688457_3852.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198452922828250402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SCSdLAbE3RI/AAAAAAAABkk/qnffVvMv7qQ/s1600-h/n36653970176_2688454_6065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SCSdLAbE3RI/AAAAAAAABkk/qnffVvMv7qQ/s200/n36653970176_2688454_6065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198452682310081810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SCSdiwbE3TI/AAAAAAAABk0/XA8FBW5r1f8/s1600-h/n36653970176_2688456_6687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SCSdiwbE3TI/AAAAAAAABk0/XA8FBW5r1f8/s200/n36653970176_2688456_6687.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198453090331974962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SCSd3QbE3UI/AAAAAAAABk8/LBQp5yC3Dm0/s1600-h/n36653970176_2688455_6410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SCSd3QbE3UI/AAAAAAAABk8/LBQp5yC3Dm0/s200/n36653970176_2688455_6410.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198453442519293250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!! I'm gonna watch it times again over the BIG screen. At least 1 more round to be precise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my movie mate said: Maybe I should get the DVD as collections. Or I shall collect all the posters if possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-1062394888132055738?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1062394888132055738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=1062394888132055738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1062394888132055738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1062394888132055738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/05/yes-i-enjoyed-go-may-9th.html' title='Yes. I enjoyed GO! MAY 9th.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SCSaqAbE3QI/AAAAAAAABkc/NFwQ4wnaf1w/s72-c/speed_racer_movie_poster_new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-7056461840325552417</id><published>2008-05-06T03:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T04:36:57.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>我们都是视觉系。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SB9uTSnSd2I/AAAAAAAABjs/2LqGGfqhj38/s1600-h/n828682349_445143_9592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SB9uTSnSd2I/AAAAAAAABjs/2LqGGfqhj38/s400/n828682349_445143_9592.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196993772702037858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;友人说：不是很喜欢那些自以为自己长得好看，然后卖弄脸孔，持靓行凶的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;某种程度上，我赞成。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一些人脸蛋漂亮，却一点内涵风度也没有。他人好心的劝告；她们自将它解读为搭讪的撇步。这种人，不尊重人，也对自己残忍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;却总有一些人，内在美，不亚于窈好的脸孔身材。不持宠生骄，不做作；要人不喜欢他们都难。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;究竟，使他们完美的，是与天俱来的条件，仰或后天性格内容的缘故?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;品轮外表，我们主观。内在涵养的评论，却也好像是很个人的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一些女生，跷起腿燃根烟，会让人对他大打折扣。当然，仅限于不吸烟人士，和不准女人吸烟的大男人烟斗而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;打扮得体的metrosexual男身；让女人男人为之疯狂，却同样的被男人女人嘲讽为胭脂男，同志，还有耍帅。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;打个例子，欲照风暴E男众女，我们会怎么解读? 男的技巧高，口甜舌滑；女的犯贱，淫荡? 受害者天真，可怜；施害着罪无可署，淫贱? 可还不是一样有数之不尽的草民对他们称羡不已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;长相好，是他们的天赋，机会运气比其他人快了一步而已。而后，得靠后天努力方能持久，卓越出众。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SB9tnCnSd1I/AAAAAAAABjk/lYNXwQFKGvU/s1600-h/solershowcase_019%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SB9tnCnSd1I/AAAAAAAABjk/lYNXwQFKGvU/s400/solershowcase_019%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196993012492826450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;记得不知哪位艺人提过，他的身份是他的平台，让他可以向大众传达想法，散播关怀。这句话，和他的脸孔有无关系?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有，的而且确。他会让讯息容易传达提送，续而达到一定的效应。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毕竟，长得好看，不是错。谁叫我们都是视觉系动物。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-7056461840325552417?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7056461840325552417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=7056461840325552417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7056461840325552417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7056461840325552417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_06.html' title='我们都是视觉系。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SB9uTSnSd2I/AAAAAAAABjs/2LqGGfqhj38/s72-c/n828682349_445143_9592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-8495290347861322184</id><published>2008-05-02T03:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T04:40:45.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>给您们。</title><content type='html'>斜坐在小凳上，我握着小小美禄罐，用匙吃力地把里头的奶油，细砂糖和可可粉混合。不消几句钟，香喷喷的蛋糕便被您端了出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;静静地，您架着老花眼镜，细读着一些我不明了的世界大事，任我随意地躺在地上涂鸦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;您会用老旧的脚踏车载着我，姐和哥则在一旁慢慢跟着。我们就这样，到巴士站踏车回您老家，看看外公。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道，自己是幸福的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在呢? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SBoqjCnSd0I/AAAAAAAABjc/GfEI3FZdRdc/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SBoqjCnSd0I/AAAAAAAABjc/GfEI3FZdRdc/s400/New+Image.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195511901610735426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;三两天，会接到您来电，慰问我过得好不好，有没有饿坏肚皮? 我却不会在自己挥霍金钱时，拨电关心您们的身体。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没能为您准备一餐饭，洗刷衣物；还得劳烦您为我下厨，清洗汗臭的床褥。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不会主动邀载您出外兜风，还会在外出时催促尽快回家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己知道，我让您辛苦了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可相信我，在外，我没有使坏。我会尽量，让您们觉得幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愿您们，健康开心。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-8495290347861322184?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8495290347861322184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=8495290347861322184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8495290347861322184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8495290347861322184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='给您们。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SBoqjCnSd0I/AAAAAAAABjc/GfEI3FZdRdc/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-5629022483359896703</id><published>2008-04-29T00:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T00:37:21.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>To SOLER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SBX67ynSdyI/AAAAAAAABjM/qOpYFbgRdD8/s1600-h/DSC02044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SBX67ynSdyI/AAAAAAAABjM/qOpYFbgRdD8/s400/DSC02044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194333650347521826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i couldn't believed that i might left my cam's batt at home. &amp; i found out only when you guys are almost here. guessed what i did? i searched for a camera shop &amp; borrow a batt from them. silly huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you guys passed by. Julio 1st, then Dino &amp; Rukhsana followed. i smiled to the latters, &amp; called you, Julio, out loud from behind. you turned around &amp; said: oh, hi Superman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you guys recognize me!? just maybe perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my frens said you guys shall vomit after seeing the same face for a couple of times. i laughed, kinda agreed. but after i met SOLER again &amp; again, something changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see you, Julio &amp; Dino, as frens now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you shall stay firm on your goals, on bringing us good music. believe me, your materials are influential, thus your passion empowered them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall tell you this. i went there with just my sis, &amp; i met up a bunch of my frens. &amp; had the largest crowd taking pic with you tonite here at Malacca. the place where i grew up. it's simply amazing, no!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SBX74SnSdzI/AAAAAAAABjU/wNeTVGBwf1o/s1600-h/DSC02049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SBX74SnSdzI/AAAAAAAABjU/wNeTVGBwf1o/s400/DSC02049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194334689729607474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like what you said, Julio, there might be ways of illegal downloads &amp; tonnes of pirated stuff, but you &amp; Dino singing live are no way to be duplicate. that's the talents you owned, embrace them. together with the team you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino, i heard you times telling me "hope to see you again soon". yes, bring us Malaysian your full band here soon. make yourselves proud. we are here waiting effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again for everything. i had a great time here during your visit. hope you feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, may your days are blessed with good lucks. we, the supporters, always have you shine on us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-5629022483359896703?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/5629022483359896703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=5629022483359896703' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/5629022483359896703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/5629022483359896703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-soler.html' title='To SOLER.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SBX67ynSdyI/AAAAAAAABjM/qOpYFbgRdD8/s72-c/DSC02044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-7335622958486010533</id><published>2008-04-21T03:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T04:33:24.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>求与施，都是一门学问。</title><content type='html'>那时天下着细雨，我慢慢驱着摩多车，很慢很慢，小心翼翼地不让意外发生。或许也快不到哪里，毕竟道路塞满了长长的车龙，没有让我驶快的可能。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然，一位小姐说着浓厚的中国腔，向懊恼着无法驶前的坏交通的我靠过来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她说她前一晚在云顶输光了钱，下来吉隆玻又找不着友人，向我要点钱买张车票倒回云顶，让她可以在那里等待第二天会抵达的家人。还要我的电话号码，说隔天回还我钱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;起先，我是有点怀疑，却又被良心责备。只因她看起来不贼头贼脑，而说实在三五十零吉被骗不算少，能助人一臂之力也不算多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她看我呃呃哦哦地，开始滔滔不绝了。什么不是落难也不会要我的钱啦，以后会用奥运门票报答我啦之类的。越说越离谱，还来了一位男的加口，便越没有说服力。最后我被一辆的士鸣笛赶走，而没有将皮包拿出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她多是使骗的吧?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可我想，若果哪天我在世界某处空了皮包，该怎么办? 该会和那位小姐一样，冒昧地向人救助，然后一样让人怀疑不是吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么时候起，我们帮人一把，还得三思而后行? 捐钱，会犹疑。和尚募捐，会怀疑。老年人烂脚盲眼滩在路边的，我们也会告诉自己有幕后指使而视而不见。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当人面让人无法相信，我们还能相信什么? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相信判断力；直觉?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果施助，需要至上的说服力，以后我会靠在车票售卖口，当面要人帮忙买下一张车票，证明自己要的就这么简单。在饭店讨碗吃的，而不是要钱买吃的，让人相信肚子真的很饿。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这样，会让两者都好过点。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-7335622958486010533?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7335622958486010533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=7335622958486010533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7335622958486010533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7335622958486010533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_21.html' title='求与施，都是一门学问。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-5506084196219338677</id><published>2008-04-15T00:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T02:53:52.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>广告时间...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Soler Malaysia's Schedules (Updated: 0416)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date：24 April 2008 (Thu)&lt;br /&gt;- Press ConTime：16:00-16:30&lt;br /&gt;Venue：Werners' Pub &amp;amp; Bistro, KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- VOD mobile karaoke launch&lt;br /&gt;Time：16:45-17:45&lt;br /&gt;Venue：Werners' Pub &amp;amp; Bistro, KL&lt;br /&gt;(Soler will sing two songs）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date：25 April 2008 (Fri)&lt;br /&gt;- Meet the fans&lt;br /&gt;Time：20:00-20:45&lt;br /&gt;Venue： Leisure Mall, KL&lt;br /&gt;Address：Cheras Leisure Mall, Jalan Manis 6, Taman Segar, 56100 Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;(Soler will sing two songs &amp;amp; autograph siging session)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 988 Radio Live&lt;br /&gt;InterviewTime：21:00-23:00&lt;br /&gt;Programme Name: Star Light Cafe&lt;br /&gt;DJ: Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;Programme Schedule：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.988.com.my/schedule/Friday.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;http://www.988.com.my/schedule/Friday.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Broadcast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.988.com.my/eradionormal.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;http://www.988.com.my/eradionormal.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programme Introduction: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.988.com.my/starlight_cafe.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;http://www.988.com.my/starlight_cafe.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date：26 April 2008 (Sat)&lt;br /&gt;-NEWAY Gathering&lt;br /&gt;Time：15:00-16:00&lt;br /&gt;Venue：NEWAY Times Square, KL&lt;br /&gt;Address：No 04-85 Level 4, Berjaya Times Square, 1 Jalan Imbi, 55100 Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;map：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timessquarekl.com/contactus.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;http://www.timessquarekl.com/contactus.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times Square website: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timessquarekl.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;http://www.timessquarekl.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get fee tickets information, pls visit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.988.com.my/fun.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;http://www.988.com.my/fun.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my FM Radio Live Interview&lt;br /&gt;Time：18:00-19:00&lt;br /&gt;Programme Name: 遇見 E 達人&lt;br /&gt;Programme Schedule: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.my.com.my/Program/Frequencies/default.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;http://www.my.com.my/Program/Frequencies/default.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Broadcast: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.my.com.my/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;http://www.my.com.my/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Show Case&lt;br /&gt;Time: 21:00-22:00&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Ruums Club, KL （Ruums Bar &amp;amp; Club）&lt;br /&gt;Address：Bangunan Life Centre，1st and 2nd Floor，Jalan Sultan Ismail，50250 Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date：27 April 2008 (Sun)&lt;br /&gt;- Meet the fans&lt;br /&gt;Time: 13:00-14:00&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Selayang Mall, KLAddress：Jalan SU9, Taman Selayang Utama, Batu Caves Selangor 68100 Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meet the fans&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2030-2115Venue: Ipoh Parade, Ipoh （Parkson Grand Ipoh Parade）&lt;br /&gt;Address：G01, F01 &amp;amp; S01, Ipoh Parade, 105, Jalan Sultan Abdul Jalil, Green Town, 30450 Ipoh, Perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ShowcaseTime：23:00-23:30&lt;br /&gt;Venue：Babyface pub &amp;amp; bistro, Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ShowcaseTime：23:45-12:15&lt;br /&gt;Venue：He He pub , Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date：28 April 2008 (Mon)&lt;br /&gt;- 8 TV Live Programme&lt;br /&gt;Time: 16:30-17:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meet the FansTime：20:00-21:00&lt;br /&gt;Venue：Dataran Pahlawan Melaka Megamall, Melaka, KL&lt;br /&gt;Address：Lianbang Ventures Sdn. Bhd, Dataran Pahlawan Melaka Megamall, Jalan Merdeka 75000 Bandar Hilir, Melaka, Malaysiamap：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dataranpahlawan.com/images/stories/website/map/map1.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;http://www.dataranpahlawan.com/images/stories/website/map/map1.gif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dataran Pahlawan Melaka Megamal website: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dataranpahlawan.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;http://www.dataranpahlawan.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Soler 月底將啟程往馬來西亞宣傳及演出，更會舉行樂迷見面會，預計前往的地方如下，其他詳細資料容後公佈：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日期：2008年04月24-28日&lt;br /&gt;馬來西亞重點演出地方：&lt;br /&gt;﹣吉隆坡&lt;br /&gt;- 森美蘭州(Negeri Sembilan)的首府芙蓉(Seremban)&lt;br /&gt;- 霹靂州(Perak)的首府怡保(Ipoh)跟太平(Taiping)&lt;br /&gt;- 馬六甲(Melaka)&lt;br /&gt;- 柔佛州(johor)的首府新山(Johor Bahru) 跟峇株巴轄(Batu Pahat )&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;他们又要来了，呵呵。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而且，就是下星期而已。到时也许又会有和下面相似的照片呐!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SAOP2uzwC8I/AAAAAAAABjE/nV5RC07RLS0/s1600-h/PC317326[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189149366101740482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SAOP2uzwC8I/AAAAAAAABjE/nV5RC07RLS0/s400/PC317326%5B1%5D.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/7914026255926171747-5506084196219338677?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/5506084196219338677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=5506084196219338677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/5506084196219338677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/5506084196219338677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_15.html' title='广告时间...'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/SAOP2uzwC8I/AAAAAAAABjE/nV5RC07RLS0/s72-c/PC317326%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-9209536325204159826</id><published>2008-04-06T03:57:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T04:59:27.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food and beverage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>Forget Donuts, Let's Say Cheese.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R_fjWtfgyeI/AAAAAAAABi0/cZ278OEe2D8/s1600-h/n1100134361_30038716_8569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R_fjWtfgyeI/AAAAAAAABi0/cZ278OEe2D8/s400/n1100134361_30038716_8569.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185863475248810466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My co-worker told me they would thanks customers with tune like "thanks u~U Hu Hu". But I never get that type of greetings. Though it sound hamsap to me anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite. I'm talking about the delightful cheesecakes in town. The Loaf, which owned by our Dr. Mahathir Mohd, located in Pavillon &amp; only opposite the street from where I work. &amp; I always get them 4 FREE...again. Need not jealous, I'll get bored sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st try was the Durian flavor. &amp; it was marvellous seriously. SERIOUSLY. hao che tao...my tears almost dropped when the soft filling &amp; the smooth icing melt in my mouth. Arggh. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price is affordable, with or without promo I assume. RM5 isn't too expensive when a piece of cheesecake cost us around RM7 in most of the branded coffehouse. No?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend Strawberry, Coffee &amp; Green Tea as well. They are the Must-try. But my all time favourite Mango just isn't my choice here. Dissapointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R_fjnNfgyfI/AAAAAAAABi8/E1Rb5aQ62BY/s1600-h/u-hu-hu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R_fjnNfgyfI/AAAAAAAABi8/E1Rb5aQ62BY/s400/u-hu-hu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185863758716652018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several times I would doubt before I indulge, just wonder how fast would my face &amp; stomach grows with every bite I take. Hmm. It's difficult you see?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said perhaps. The brochure is attached here. Pleased yourself someday 4 a journey into the sinful pleasure. An irresistable 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I won't stop till the day I do. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-9209536325204159826?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/9209536325204159826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=9209536325204159826' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/9209536325204159826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/9209536325204159826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/04/forget-donuts-lets-say-cheese.html' title='Forget Donuts, Let&apos;s Say Cheese.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R_fjWtfgyeI/AAAAAAAABi0/cZ278OEe2D8/s72-c/n1100134361_30038716_8569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-3117600825958415907</id><published>2008-04-04T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:11:37.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>外头，雨又下了。</title><content type='html'>最近，天气很是糟糕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天，我冒雨驱着摩多车回家。忽地，天空亮起了闪光，很亮很亮。我抬头看，惊见难以相信的一幕。先是一点光闪起，然后闪电由那个点开始，四处窜射。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那个多角的雷光，像只蜘蛛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;它代表着什么?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人说，天气在变，我们做不了什么。我说，人心在变，我们什么也做不了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说你有个梦，希望我可以一起冒险。我说我也有自己的梦，冒险的当儿，我也得顾着自己的理想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那只蜘蛛，像人心的贪念，一只只触角，贪婪地啃食着人性的美好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的，我想我变了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-3117600825958415907?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3117600825958415907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=3117600825958415907' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/3117600825958415907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/3117600825958415907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='外头，雨又下了。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-662636451560369601</id><published>2008-03-28T14:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T16:21:57.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headlines'/><title type='text'>后记。</title><content type='html'>我又上报了。这回和SOLER无关，而是&lt;a href="http://www.chinapress.com.my/topic/school05/default.asp?dt=2008-03-27&amp;art=20080327picture.txt"&gt;这个&lt;/a&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友说我眼肿鼻肿脸肿，问我有酱肥的咩? 说我真的像一只KINGKONG。然后她还补一句说：看起来有一点点落魄，不像成功了酱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呵呵，我笑了。告诉她，刚睡醒的水肿脸，是酱的啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来朋友堆里还有人会"从头翻倒尾看报纸"，续而发现我08年第二回见报。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;告诉以前的老板，我上报了。他问：和SOLER合照啊?! 我吐嘈，说我不是每一次都这么无聊的。换来一句，你还知道自己无聊哦。妈的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己看了看报导，觉得还好。要说成功，自己也许真的还有好长的路，得努力迈前。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;问同事，他是否觉得自己成功了? 成功对他来讲又是什么? 他顿顿，说50/50。只要自己活得健康，可以和家人朋友相处愉快，那就是成功。他也说：像我说想要去一个地方旅行，然后做到了，也是成功的一种。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想也是。拥有了金钱，换掉了健康，陪掉了情；又还有舍意义?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老妈摇了电过来，说看见我上报了，问我为何不告知一声? 她说: 没想到我会发表这些东西。她以为自己的儿子很"水"。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她经过生活的苦楚，也许觉得要有钱，才算成功。偏偏我是没有钱，心灵却很富裕的"不孝子"。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在电话的另一头，听见不断传来的笑声，发现老妈子很高兴。也许，那篇报道，多少令他放下了心头大事了吧。原来我们不以为然的小事，可以让他们觉得骄傲安慰。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我告诉友人，一些时候觉得自己好像很烂。可细细去想，自己却好像过得还不赖。有点阿Q，却也不坏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;脱轨，可我还是好好的行着一条路。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-662636451560369601?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/662636451560369601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=662636451560369601' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/662636451560369601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/662636451560369601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_28.html' title='后记。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-1647452859579289840</id><published>2008-03-18T03:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T12:33:52.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>Unbelievable?! Believe It.</title><content type='html'>A lady &amp; his son hanging out in a Mamak. It was a busy period &amp; the staff are kinda lacked. After awhile she starts mumbling non-stop merely because of the slow service. The son tried cool her down by sharing some "urban legends"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody shouted to a barista. He got his drinks served spitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Datin being rude to a chef. He took off his shoes &amp; stockings, scrubbed a piece of toast on his bare foot &amp; served with the most polite smile ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An inconsiderate old man having pleasure on a bowl of salad. With no idea of what's the contents in it. While a bunch of over stress kitchen crew having great time peeping him clearing the "golden mix"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww!! The lady feel disgusted. Asking her son if he ever did the same thing to some consumers?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Never. His son answered confidently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady was comforted. &amp; learned that it's best to be polite &amp; patient to those doing F&amp;B. Or perhaps anyone everyone. For we never realize what we might get in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Her son had seen too much. &amp; he knows what it'll be like if those Mamak fella gone mad. He just don't want his roti canai served scrubbed under armpit, or even thru their butt crack!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-1647452859579289840?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1647452859579289840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=1647452859579289840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1647452859579289840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1647452859579289840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/03/lady-his-son-hanging-out-in-mamak.html' title='Unbelievable?! Believe It.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-3634779757032418620</id><published>2008-03-15T18:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:36:06.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>乱谈效率。</title><content type='html'>效率。一种在友人身上很少看见的素质。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实有啦，当一些"唔等使"的事物要他帮忙时。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天下午，出外闲逛的当儿，他忽然按了一下CD Player，从李圣杰沙哑的声调，换成了这首歌。我着实吓了一下，好快，心想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ao8LVny1nr"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ao8LVny1nr" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是SOLER的新歌。《陪我飞》，苗甫行动2007主题曲。前天才刚发表于他们的&lt;a href="http://www.solerworld.ning.com"&gt;Solerworld&lt;/a&gt;之上，便被我不知播放了多少遍，然后夜半SMS友人分享喜悦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友会说：喜欢的话什么都好的啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对不起，我想你是对的。心头好，什么都是动人的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以有点感激友人那么有效率的一夜之间，将这首歌录制成了翻版光碟...让这篇部落格衍生。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看来，唔等使，用在我身上会比较贴切点。呃...说我无聊，也可以。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;顺道：请到&lt;a href="http://www.solerworld.ning.com"&gt;Solerworld&lt;/a&gt;听听这首歌的完整版。哈哈。支持一下啦。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-3634779757032418620?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3634779757032418620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=3634779757032418620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/3634779757032418620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/3634779757032418620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_15.html' title='乱谈效率。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-8453989746698989574</id><published>2008-03-09T22:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:14:43.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>我说：这个世界没有黑白。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R9P-XmfMChI/AAAAAAAABhM/CxwAwueaSA4/s1600-h/200834171524_3568659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R9P-XmfMChI/AAAAAAAABhM/CxwAwueaSA4/s400/200834171524_3568659.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175760078200637970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;一个男人带着一把手枪，到森林里去猎熊。他以为，熊，不过分为白熊黑熊两种。没想到，他最后被一头灰熊吃了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上面一句话，是电影《第一诫》接近尾声的尾声。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一回听到这部片子，是读了友人的blog得知的。附着的宣传照很骇人，可想而知，是一部恐怖片。贴切一点，鬼片。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个人看了。像朋友说的，《第一诫》吓人场面不少，故事结局也有点牵强，可圈可点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可它要表达之意，某种程度让我心寒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知是否睡眠不足之故，仰或被电影的暗黑面所致；回家的路上，有股沉重的压抑感焖着，那一席话在脑海里一直挥之不去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果人性人心，简单只有黑白之别，悲剧会少很多。可怖的事，我们往往摸不透，搞不懂原来灰色才是最真实的人性面。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坚持自己的想法当儿，还得抗拒不被歹念侵袭失衡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那些黑白分明之日，原来只存在于一边纯洁的心灵里头。某天，会发现自己，已沉溺于一片灰洋里，忘却了分辨的能力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也可能，是自己放弃了辨别的理由。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她说：如果看的是广东版，会给它多加半颗星，两颗半。我觉得太少，《第一诫》，我给它三星半。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-8453989746698989574?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8453989746698989574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=8453989746698989574' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8453989746698989574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8453989746698989574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_09.html' title='我说：这个世界没有黑白。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R9P-XmfMChI/AAAAAAAABhM/CxwAwueaSA4/s72-c/200834171524_3568659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-1320593552968118279</id><published>2008-03-06T12:16:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:34:35.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>Coming Wonder!!</title><content type='html'>I have always having that little passion in Superheroes flicks. &amp; it was terribly uplifting knowing a certain major title is gonna hit the big screen. Says X-Men, which is by far my fav group of uncanny characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they are disappointing. 1 by 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R8-BBYeUiZI/AAAAAAAABhE/2MmT_PvDf4U/s1600-h/dkposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R8-BBYeUiZI/AAAAAAAABhE/2MmT_PvDf4U/s400/dkposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174496357621467538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R89-qYeUiYI/AAAAAAAABg8/B2dN_UAxt3A/s1600-h/hwnews_3647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R89-qYeUiYI/AAAAAAAABg8/B2dN_UAxt3A/s400/hwnews_3647.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174493763461220738" /&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;The lame story was shown no matter how great the graphic effect is. It's just awkward when our characters are not up to our imagination. Especially X-Men 3, the biggest &amp; weirdest bunch of silly acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 of my frens even giving up hopes on the upcoming Iron man, his long awaited fav since the "Proton Cannon" days. He was so pissed with the powerless tea-sipping Magneto &amp; the no "Photon Array" DR.DOOM. They are portrayed as weak &amp; clumsy which cast my frens EGO fantasies to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do support him. They sucked BIG day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are still something worth the waits. I've been soooo trilled by the "Batman Begins" years ago. &amp; I watched it twice (or trice?) on the big screen. The more seriousness in bringing out Batman's origin just marvellous. Proven the stupid silly ideas are better off away from making a great movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R898_oeUiUI/AAAAAAAABgc/Nz4ONz8krc8/s1600-h/dark_knight_ver3_xlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R898_oeUiUI/AAAAAAAABgc/Nz4ONz8krc8/s400/dark_knight_ver3_xlg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174491929510185282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R899HIeUiVI/AAAAAAAABgk/jJUjD1bw1c4/s1600-h/dark_knight_ver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R899HIeUiVI/AAAAAAAABgk/jJUjD1bw1c4/s400/dark_knight_ver4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174492058359204178" /&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;The wait is nearly over since then. I'm just having high hopes on this sequel everytime I saw their posters in the cinemas. &amp; of course because of The Joker. Played by late Heath Ledger. His nasty sinister looks are gonna make the movie kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Dark Knight". I'm keeping fingers crossed for another possible HITS worth a few times in the cinemas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-1320593552968118279?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1320593552968118279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=1320593552968118279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1320593552968118279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1320593552968118279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/03/look-out-for-this.html' title='Coming Wonder!!'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R8-BBYeUiZI/AAAAAAAABhE/2MmT_PvDf4U/s72-c/dkposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-4145169932139978290</id><published>2008-03-04T12:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T12:46:53.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>说我政治意识贫乏，我认。</title><content type='html'>摇了通电话给以前的老板，慰问他老人家的近况。忽地，他用很严肃的语气问道：我有没有投票?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有呱? 我答。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前老板讥笑：说问了十个公司里的人，没有一个有投票的。说我们现在年轻人，只知道打online game。语气，隐隐透漏着无奈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一直以来，自己是个政治白痴。说什么大选，选来选去那些人的脸孔一点概念都没有，只知道他们会在短短时间内，把最灿烂的笑脸，印在最便宜的plastic纸上，挂得满街满地。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只觉得垃圾被大量制造。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友都说：不可以tahan他们弄肮脏街道。自己不会因为上下班不停看见他们的脸孔，而提高对他们的好感。平日都不知道在干嘛的人；乘热出来煞有其事地不停自抬身价，要怎么说服别人?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也有人说：不错嘛，做几天工，接下来几年荷包满满。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以我会随着生怕我被buang negeri的老爸老妈的人选，下投。那么没有意义的交代性一票，是否真的那么神圣?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事后，自己也不会关心，黄金掉入谁家口袋里去了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-4145169932139978290?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4145169932139978290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=4145169932139978290' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4145169932139978290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4145169932139978290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='说我政治意识贫乏，我认。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-2301411045516127253</id><published>2008-02-23T17:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:44:15.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>距离。</title><content type='html'>以前，觉得物理性的距离很远。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先前和一位加国老外聊天，他已有三年没有回家，实在的漂泊者。问他会否想念远处的家人? 他说：不觉得和他们很远，只要弄张机票，二十四小时内便可会面。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我听见了道理。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心在，距离其实很近。物理性的远，不过是两个人，两个地方相通的统计。经久不见的人，偶尔想起，都让人觉得很近。他们，不过是在另一个角落，好好地活着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在觉得，远，在心里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遇见不少毗邻而座的人，对着两架电脑屏幕，贴着两只手机耳筒，各自沉醉于心不相系的领域里。没有交谈，没有互动。像似家人，也像朋友；眼里却透漏陌路的冷漠。同处，让人觉得好远好远。像两具没有灵魂的躯体，形似的搁在一块而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那种距离，远得让人心碎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不想套张小娴的经典名句，那是情爱的诠释。世事万物，还有许多值得小心维护的情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们会为两颗渐行渐远的心，给予种种原因。也用种种理由，去相信距离是物理性地改变不了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哪天，我看见距离，只会觉得遗憾。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-2301411045516127253?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2301411045516127253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=2301411045516127253' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2301411045516127253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2301411045516127253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_23.html' title='距离。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-7670239497840062167</id><published>2008-02-12T03:35:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T04:07:04.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>年，就是这样。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R7iXKwWLUJI/AAAAAAAABak/jfTN9msMwIM/s1600-h/DSC01176[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168046783440048274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R7iXKwWLUJI/AAAAAAAABak/jfTN9msMwIM/s400/DSC01176%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R73djQWLUuI/AAAAAAAABfM/ia9zlneSxCo/s1600-h/IMG_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169531545044341474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R73djQWLUuI/AAAAAAAABfM/ia9zlneSxCo/s200/IMG_0760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R73djwWLUvI/AAAAAAAABfU/u1P4rY1xGJI/s1600-h/IMG_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169531553634276082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R73djwWLUvI/AAAAAAAABfU/u1P4rY1xGJI/s200/IMG_0763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过年，过得七七八八了。过得很好，太好，好得不知时间飞过，对日子日期仿佛失去了概念，停顿于一星期以前。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之前，一位老外客人问我：过年休息多久? 然后都干些什么，是否就是吃吃吃而已?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我说：不是，该是吃睡吃睡吃睡才对。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后他吐了口气，摆了个会肥死晕倒的脸，念叨说什么他很少和华人来往打交道就是这个缘故，只会吃个不停而已。我笑，和他熟了，知道他的直率个性，其实没有恶意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R7iXRwWLUKI/AAAAAAAABas/C31vJsFK1E4/s1600-h/n762376697_321512_4196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168046903699132578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R7iXRwWLUKI/AAAAAAAABas/C31vJsFK1E4/s400/n762376697_321512_4196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后，回乡过年过节前，我上网浏览SOLER（是的，又是他们，我承认对他们上瘾了）的&lt;a href="http://hk.myblog.yahoo.com/solerblog"&gt;相关网页&lt;/a&gt;，看到了他们兄弟俩的一则访问。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是游戏性的题材，都与鼠有关。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们被问道：过年都会干舍?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino说：睡觉。哥哥Julio答道: 吃老鼠...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R7iXewWLULI/AAAAAAAABa0/H4alCn3r18o/s1600-h/1_741481047l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168047127037431986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R9wlTGfMCkI/AAAAAAAABhk/dg-fxViD5Wc/s200/IMG_4105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178054681658395202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R9wlTWfMClI/AAAAAAAABhs/ASsyYVH9ZWY/s1600-h/IMG_4117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R9wlTWfMClI/AAAAAAAABhs/ASsyYVH9ZWY/s200/IMG_4117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178054685953362514" /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R9wo4mfMCmI/AAAAAAAABh0/liehAWFkEJo/s1600-h/New+Image2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R9wo4mfMCmI/AAAAAAAABh0/liehAWFkEJo/s200/New+Image2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178058624438372962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R9wo5mfMCpI/AAAAAAAABiM/PMjE0GhdD4Y/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R9wo5mfMCpI/AAAAAAAABiM/PMjE0GhdD4Y/s200/New+Image.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178058641618242194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R9wo5GfMCnI/AAAAAAAABh8/bfyGcbpsyAM/s1600-h/New+Image3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R9wo5GfMCnI/AAAAAAAABh8/bfyGcbpsyAM/s200/New+Image3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178058633028307570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R9wo5WfMCoI/AAAAAAAABiE/ZwWCWfJ-vZc/s1600-h/New+Image4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R9wo5WfMCoI/AAAAAAAABiE/ZwWCWfJ-vZc/s200/New+Image4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178058637323274882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和一班狐群狗党聚会，免不了吃喝赌，然后通宵达旦，天快亮了才就寝。睡醒后，吃掉凉在桌上的饭菜，拜拜年，然后赶着倒头睡回锅觉。连续几天如是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以为，这个年，我除了不仿效偶像吃老鼠，还真的就是吃和睡而已。原来我还会不停地：照相。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R7iXnQWLUMI/AAAAAAAABa8/chjQ0Czg-4s/s1600-h/1_928971574l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168047273066320066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R7iXnQWLUMI/AAAAAAAABa8/chjQ0Czg-4s/s400/1_928971574l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢拎着相机，拉几个难得一聚的朋友，一起抢角度掩藏肥肉，照下难得的一刻。当效果令人满意，喜盈盈一片，尤其让人欣喜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回看往年的合照，再看看现今，会对得来不易的交情，特别珍惜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也特别感激，没有硬拉我起床，不念叨我会吃不会收，特别迁就容忍我的父母。啊! 还有那些亲朋戚友，感谢你们的红包，问候，还有笑声。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;年，就是这样让人向往。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-7670239497840062167?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7670239497840062167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=7670239497840062167' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7670239497840062167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7670239497840062167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_12.html' title='年，就是这样。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R7iXKwWLUJI/AAAAAAAABak/jfTN9msMwIM/s72-c/DSC01176%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-4366972394891452209</id><published>2008-02-04T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T04:12:04.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>惹不起她们。</title><content type='html'>有一种人，走路过马路时慢条斯理，屁股扭啊扭的。她们不理会车辆的笛声警告，不顾被撞倒后为别人添加的麻烦，好像整个世界是为她们而运转的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这种生物，我称她们为苏东，sotong。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不为什么，只因为她们一大伙儿聚在一块时，包在头上的白色纱巾飘飘，有种群鱿共舞的感觉。几年下来，习惯了，连友人到香港，都会为惊见她们的存在大呼：哟! sotong kurita。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一些时候，会很想直接将不懂危险的她们，直接撞倒作鱿鱼干。要不然，听听苏东的尖叫声，也是很爽的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近开始发现，还有另一种物体存在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她们除了和苏东一样不长眼，也同样不会为自身安全着想。更甚的事，她们还会摆起一幅臭得不能再臭的黑脸，给那些鸣笛提醒的驱车人士"叹"。她们还会特地放慢脚步，宣示路是她们的，考验他人心脏的抗压程度。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这类新品种，不知该称为何物。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遇见这类物体，不比中指，不鸟几句粗口的人，道德修养，必定高人一等。我想我办得还不错，因为，我不过是电单车骑士。笛，还是坏了的那种。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-4366972394891452209?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4366972394891452209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=4366972394891452209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4366972394891452209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4366972394891452209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_04.html' title='惹不起她们。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-1614998258716066422</id><published>2008-02-01T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T16:01:03.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>我支持他们尊重。</title><content type='html'>前些天，和友人提到Jay Chou耍大牌，迟到六小时不道歉的问题。有留意娱乐版头的该知道此事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有粉丝起哄说：最看不起那些拍了烂片还扮大牌的人。有的则说：和冯小刚导演下机跑步去会见影迷相比，他显得太没有职业操守了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;反转猪肚就是屎，原来是这样。也许有点夸张言重，但那一种失望透顶的心情是可以明白的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我问友人：如果这种事发生在自己喜欢的偶像身上，会是怎么一回事? 不用想太远，就SOLER便好，我会作何感想?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;失望，是必然的。可那一种不被尊重的心情，该如何消化? 我自问没有大方到告诉自己，我只听他们的音乐，他们的事管他，就这样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没想到，竟然还真的发生了。不是SOLER，而是Spice Girls。期待已久的演唱会，看来要泡成幻影了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是很可笑的。当初大肆宣布&lt;a href="http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2007/07/holler-spice-wait-is-over.html"&gt;重组&lt;/a&gt;，然后办世界巡回演唱，高举几个国家的旗帜，说什么：not for money, but it's for the fans，让不知多少人对她们充满期待。然后呢? 超过半年了，一点眉目都没有，呆看她们在UK和States的场一加再加。其它地方，最后说取消便取消，任谁都会厌烦的吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没想到，一直不断提供她们的讯息的Spicenews，也对此事吃不消。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尤其它的最后张贴，。&lt;a href="http://www.spicenews.com/"&gt;Spice Girls Fuck Over South Africa, Argentina, China, And Australia &lt;/a&gt;，摆明抗议罢听。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't support people who I don't respect, and I don't respect people who plainly screw over and lie to their fans, that being the Spice Girls. So this is unfortunately the end my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一句，特好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;懂得尊重，惜福，路方走得远，走得稳。用心，人是感受到的。架子，留给那些自以为是的人摆弄。然后支持他们的，只能说是愚昧。不会刻意贬低他们，可一些东西，仅此为止。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-1614998258716066422?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1614998258716066422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=1614998258716066422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1614998258716066422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1614998258716066422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='我支持他们尊重。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-2830380506278968750</id><published>2008-02-01T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T04:22:29.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>I Know They Are Jealous.</title><content type='html'>My staff question me: Why would he gifted me such a thing? A make-up box? What for? Then of course they all start making jokes. Making crazy assumtions such as he's merely testing my sex appeal. Or simply he sensed I'm gonna love those stuff. For I'm drag at nite...accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. Yet another boring working afternoon. I was approached by a fren all of a sudden, handling me a tiny black carrier with something wrapped up nicely in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is from my boss. He's headin' to London. &amp;amp; he gave this to you. He said you are so nice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Never thought I would received something from an idol of mine. It's a sign of appreciation, or just a typical socialise deeds? Perhaps I've think way too much. I was uplifted &amp;amp; cheered, or simply because it's from him, it's all that matters. No?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unwrapped it in front of my manager only. So he's the only 1 that really seen it. It's a very sophisticated accesories box. Which I might be able to store watches, arm wrist etc. Appreaciate it very much, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the busybodies thought it was a make-up box, those with some eyeliner lipstick etc. &amp;amp; so the rumors spreading like wild fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even asked me the most stupid question...If HE wants to scandal with me, ok tak?? Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-2830380506278968750?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2830380506278968750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=2830380506278968750' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2830380506278968750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2830380506278968750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-know-they-are-jealous.html' title='I Know They Are Jealous.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-6614332968247901626</id><published>2008-01-28T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T03:17:30.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>眼。</title><content type='html'>有一次，和友人喝茶聊天，忽地来了小两姐弟。弟弟年纪很小，患有眼疾似的，眼不停地眨啊眨。他就这样，随着也大他没几年的姐姐，要钱。姐拎着一张证书什么的说：弟弟的眼要钱医，希望我们帮忙。他们被我们几人打发掉，牵着弟弟的手，步回停在一旁的车上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的。一辆新颖的车上，里头驾座坐着一个女的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看着小姐弟在车里，像被女人骂，我们傻眼。忽然明白，为何姐的眼看来鼓鼓地，像哭过，像被逼着。然后车子稍稍驶前，两姐弟下车，到更多人的那一桌去了。钱还是要不到，他们回到车上，然后离去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来，朋友说的：命运造就性格，性格决定命运，是这么一回事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;工作的地方，一些时候，会有小女孩，向用着餐的客人要钱。手里握有一张白纸，却不像那么一回事。不理别人的不满，她们要不到钱，眼里没有一丝难过，还隐隐透漏贪的怨恨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今晚，我在理着店内的书报架，来了一位小妹，推开玻璃门步入店内。看她手里握着香烟口香糖，我已略知一二。她像怕被骂地，呆呆望着我。眼神，带点丐求的纯真，却总多了点什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来，命运也决定性格，性格会造就命运。她们背后的那双手，决定她们的性格，造就她们的命运。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;套林佩盈的一句话：出卖她们的，是她们的眼睛。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-6614332968247901626?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/6614332968247901626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=6614332968247901626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/6614332968247901626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/6614332968247901626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_28.html' title='眼。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-4451555332226414221</id><published>2008-01-25T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T03:14:56.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Watch IT At Your Own Risk!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R5jIfehgIMI/AAAAAAAABY0/jqThEo5iO6Q/s1600-h/cloverfield-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R5jIfehgIMI/AAAAAAAABY0/jqThEo5iO6Q/s400/cloverfield-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159093816247984322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doubted several times before heading for "Cloverfield". Wondering the possibility of a sci-fi movie without revealing the actual look of the monster. It reminds me of "Blair Witch Project", though I've never seen that 1 but the expectation is there when it comes to some self shooting documentary type movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I went 4 it. Hoping it would turn out interesting. Or at least not a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey. The movie wasn't that bad. There's even some remarkable scenes in it. Says the destruction of Statue Of Liberty as seen in the trailer. &amp;...something far more marvellous than that. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is: It made me dizzy. When the characters running like hell, the screen shakes roughly like hell too. My goodness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling a stir in my stomach halfway in the cinema. Tried to massage my forehead &amp; my eyes to concentrate. But then the catchy storyline will avoids me from doing so. I gotta kept my eyes wide open...while enjoying the feel of a tiring ferry ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my movie mate had the same dizziness after the movie. Proven I wasn't the only weak 1 there. &amp; I'm sure puked my dinner out if the movie's continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it's still worthy. But be well prepared if any one's going for it. A paper bag or minyak cap kapak would be VERY helpful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-4451555332226414221?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4451555332226414221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=4451555332226414221' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4451555332226414221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4451555332226414221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/01/watch-it-at-your-own-risk.html' title='Watch IT At Your Own Risk!!'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R5jIfehgIMI/AAAAAAAABY0/jqThEo5iO6Q/s72-c/cloverfield-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-3272546823692700184</id><published>2008-01-24T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T03:39:53.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>I Know YOU Will Join In The Fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R5eSU-hgILI/AAAAAAAABYs/RhMo2LVPz5M/s1600-h/logo_facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R5eSU-hgILI/AAAAAAAABYs/RhMo2LVPz5M/s400/logo_facebook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158752787254747314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still remember when I was 1st introduced to Facebook, I was kinda reluctant. Just like most of my dear frens do. Confused by tons of applications &amp; tired of starting something again since we're already using Friendster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I gave it a try. Dang. I'm addicted. Though there's something there, say Fluff frens, which I adopted from the start but left forgotten &amp; barely hoping it won't commit suicidal act. But there's still plenty applications that get us easier contacting frens in a fun &amp; cute ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news feed &amp; mini feed are awesome. In seconds we're informed on the latest. &amp; the photo album. Which I can arrange my photos neatly. The comments &amp; updates are easily tracable. Simply brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some said I kinda SOHAI to called up simply asking them to approve me. Some said I SOHAI juga laughing sillily halfway browsing Facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some called it a rubbish thing. Some said very leceh &amp; boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway anyhow, I found my interests there. &amp; I know for myself what drew me there. &amp; ermm...what kept me there. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-3272546823692700184?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3272546823692700184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=3272546823692700184' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/3272546823692700184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/3272546823692700184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-know-you-will-join-in-fun.html' title='I Know YOU Will Join In The Fun.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R5eSU-hgILI/AAAAAAAABYs/RhMo2LVPz5M/s72-c/logo_facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-462425018253647653</id><published>2008-01-16T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T02:23:55.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>So Gay As Usual Again?!</title><content type='html'>It was a normal working day. Kinda bored as the customers were few &amp; there's nothing much to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a staff approached to me saying: "Ei. You punye idola kat depan. Cepat pergi ambil order dia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's rite at the counter. Dato' Bernard Chandran. Wearing a T with a light blue Decepticons Logo on it. So charming as usual. There's no doubt he's being successful &amp; famous 4 his personality seems perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took his order, blah blah blah &amp; everything served on the house. He laughed: "Oh NO. You are too kind. Later you kena marah by your boss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I wouldn't say things like: "Betul juga. So you bayarlah" or "Takdelah. He won't marah saya punya. I taiko mah" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I insisted. Saying: "No problem. Not always. Maybe once a year only." So he just thanked me for all the good stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty awesome actually some relationships evolved. Still remember when I met him 4 the 1st time, I was nervous like mad. But now I'm different. The talk was more natural &amp; smooth, as if I'm talking to some frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waved at me when leaving the shop. "Thanks." He said smilingly. "I'll come more often."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope so. For I haven't taken a photo with him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I wonder what it would be like if SOLER was the 1 mentioned. It'll be...Woohoo. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-462425018253647653?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/462425018253647653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=462425018253647653' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/462425018253647653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/462425018253647653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-gay-as-usual-again.html' title='So Gay As Usual Again?!'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-4706128929986361880</id><published>2008-01-16T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T04:06:42.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>像样。</title><content type='html'>刚才朋友问我：如果有机会回到从前，我会不会一定要上大学拿张像样的文凭? 记得不是很清楚，不过大意如是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坚决的，我答说: 不。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很小的时候，常听大人说，某某读完什么什么专科，然后赚好多钱，生活多么写意之类的。以前那个年代，也许是的。要拿张文凭，得有一定的实力，还有努力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在呢? 满街随便都有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知为何，见识过太多太多的高材生，并不如想象中的高尚。开口闭口不是钱，还是钱。要命的是，不懂得尊敬体谅，没有自己的想法，有的只是腐败的思维。而我最最不能接受的是: 对工作没有要求。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许，在这个所谓先进的科技时代，钱，主宰一切。只要用点钱，耍点手段，便要什么有什么。渐渐，我们看不见努力和踏实的用意，划不清实力与狡猾的区别。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要的话，我可以铤而走险，赚取违背良心的快钱。要的话，我可以马马虎虎，随随便便混日子，时间到薪粮到就好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可我办不到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没有比较像样的学历，可工作不马虎，大有人懂得欣赏。我没有优渥的工资，可还是踏实地活出自我，相信自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有机会回到从前? 不知道。起码现在，我还是像样的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-4706128929986361880?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4706128929986361880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=4706128929986361880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4706128929986361880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4706128929986361880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_16.html' title='像样。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-9038336565770683689</id><published>2008-01-15T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:26:25.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food and beverage'/><title type='text'>逢年必吃。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R4uqUcJxB4I/AAAAAAAABWw/x5HDwiyX8I8/s1600-h/home_prosperityburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R4uqUcJxB4I/AAAAAAAABWw/x5HDwiyX8I8/s400/home_prosperityburger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155401466586924930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;当一片红彤彤的灯笼海出现，热闹的过年歌此起彼落响起，我们知道，农历新年悄悄 近了。然后，一年一回的prosperity burger，也会在这个时候，给味蕾来翻美好的春节滋味。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知什么时候起，开始年年期待它的推出。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鲜嫩恰好的牛肉片，浇点微辣的黑胡椒酱汁，然后洒上几朵洋葱片，夹在松软的芝麻面包中， 每一口，都是一份美好。配着curly fries，还有peach orange圣代，还用多说吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要我多说的话，这个人肯定脑筋有问题。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今年的圣代换上红豆口味的，同样让人情迷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每年，我总会怕死吃不到，给它吃个几回。像现在，我已吃了两回，一点都不觉得够。它们会爽爽刷过我的脑海，引诱我再次光顾。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;年近了。真好。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-9038336565770683689?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/9038336565770683689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=9038336565770683689' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/9038336565770683689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/9038336565770683689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/01/prosperity-burger-curly-friespeach.html' title='逢年必吃。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R4uqUcJxB4I/AAAAAAAABWw/x5HDwiyX8I8/s72-c/home_prosperityburger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-2016825662819466</id><published>2008-01-10T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T02:29:58.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>力量泉源。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R4UEHMJxBzI/AAAAAAAABWI/aZgivi5u15U/s1600-h/ap_20080109015951524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R4UEHMJxBzI/AAAAAAAABWI/aZgivi5u15U/s400/ap_20080109015951524.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153529870163183410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;好久一段时间，没有上来这里写写了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说久，其实也不过一星期。不知为何，自踏入新的一年，一直有东西困扰着思维。有点像是旅游后遗症的慌神，几天似是几个月。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后，工作方面，发生了一些不愉快。对自己，对人事物，产生怀疑，厌恶感续而来袭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;搞不懂，坚持的，是否正确? 相信的，会否永远坚信不疑? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许，人，就是那么矛盾的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人说：到最后会有人欣赏的。属实，可又还有什么意义? 伤害已造成，也无法挽回。起起落落，要看得开，任谁都好，得要有股力量。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R4UFHsJxB0I/AAAAAAAABWQ/IjKiN5zUjuw/s1600-h/ap_20080109015955983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R4UFHsJxB0I/AAAAAAAABWQ/IjKiN5zUjuw/s400/ap_20080109015955983.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153530978264745794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R4UBLsJxByI/AAAAAAAABWA/ovlHCNnyFUY/s1600-h/ap_20080109020001435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R4UBLsJxByI/AAAAAAAABWA/ovlHCNnyFUY/s400/ap_20080109020001435.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153526648937711394" /&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;力量，始终得寻回。而方向，又回到这里。自己相信的领域里，最简单的角落里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;某些时候，始终喜欢和年纪较大的人交谈。年纪，和生命经验值，往往是成正比的，不是吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听听他们的想法，看看他们的阅历，然后从中，探索自己的潜能。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R4UHysJxB1I/AAAAAAAABWY/1bwGkOEDWb4/s1600-h/ap_20080109015930533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R4UHysJxB1I/AAAAAAAABWY/1bwGkOEDWb4/s400/ap_20080109015930533.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153533916022376274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;记得自己说过：如果自己就一直这么打工下去，然后于五十五岁时退休的话，我还有二十八个年头要走。所以，一丁点的打击便怨天艾地，我可熬不下去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会欣赏，那些年纪很大，却始终笑得很开的人。也尊敬，一直有生命力的他们。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们，改变自己，也影响别人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也学懂，某时某地，会有人，因为我的一句话，因为我的一些小动作，因为我的一些想法一个笑容，而改变。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;力量，来之他人，也来自心里。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-2016825662819466?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2016825662819466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=2016825662819466' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2016825662819466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/2016825662819466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_10.html' title='力量泉源。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R4UEHMJxBzI/AAAAAAAABWI/aZgivi5u15U/s72-c/ap_20080109015951524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-7512358616386190337</id><published>2008-01-03T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:02:24.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star'/><title type='text'>我已然是太阳能，X2。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3x2h8JxBpI/AAAAAAAABT4/qdb3Is_9-b4/s1600-h/DSC02010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3x2h8JxBpI/AAAAAAAABT4/qdb3Is_9-b4/s400/DSC02010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151122399259854482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;那是一场和我想象有很大出入的音乐会。没有嫩稚的互动，不会有冷场。有的，是一场音乐饷宴，还有便是心得分享。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;正合我意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLER唱LIVE，真的能撼动人心。不知该怎么说，反正就是会让人投入于他们的演唱，专注的随着他们的音乐飘。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一些歌手，像Eason，唱LIVE很棒， 可他的CD，却每每少了点power。而SOLER，他们是一流的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对不起，别说我偏心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julio说：他不喜欢称喜欢他们的人为歌迷。迷迷声，好像被迷了一样。他选择称他们朋友，希望他的朋友知道自己在做些什么的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3x7AcJxBqI/AAAAAAAABUA/kBmRNw2UL4A/s1600-h/DSC02008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3x7AcJxBqI/AAAAAAAABUA/kBmRNw2UL4A/s400/DSC02008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151127321292375714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3x7psJxBrI/AAAAAAAABUI/TOX0VONGRxA/s1600-h/DSC02009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3x7psJxBrI/AAAAAAAABUI/TOX0VONGRxA/s400/DSC02009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151128029961979570" /&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;常有人说：歌手明星也只是普通人一个，我干嘛去追? 也有人说：他们有什么大不了，只是会唱歌而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很喜欢这一类型的交流，听听SOLER的经历，感受他们的心路历程，会让人对他们有更深一层的了解，然后产生共鸣。从中学习感受，也没什么不好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生，不是都需要inspiration的吗? SOLER给的，和其他人给的，是没有不同。所以，我选择自己喜欢的，不过是活出自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9EiuZx2-lM&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/T9EiuZx2-lM&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;看他们兄弟俩的互动，可见感情是很好的。工作上，私事皆是。一个是Enegizer(Duracell?)bunny，另一位是易燃的火柴，可以相处融洽，是很难得的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino四年前，写了一首歌给哥哥Julio，用爱将他焕回来，拉近一家人的距离。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julio说：写给妈妈的歌，那时Dino不在，妈妈听着听着，嘴角泛着浅浅的笑容，Julio已知道答案。然后她说了一句I like it，像是对儿子的肯定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;写给Beyond家朐的歌，纪念他的精神，感谢他的启发。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们要的，不正是这些吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3yBLMJxBsI/AAAAAAAABUQ/g2dHPEpZOFY/s1600-h/DSC02006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3yBLMJxBsI/AAAAAAAABUQ/g2dHPEpZOFY/s400/DSC02006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151134103045736130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3yBncJxBtI/AAAAAAAABUY/bZTbM0wTqrg/s1600-h/DSC02016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3yBncJxBtI/AAAAAAAABUY/bZTbM0wTqrg/s400/DSC02016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151134588377040594" /&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;所以，歌一首接一首，我像灵魂出窍，听得入神。我最喜欢的Fiona's Cafe他们没唱，却将我领入了Saving Grace。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julio说：这首歌是几年前，他迷失方向时，忽然梦到回到澳门家里，打开家门，爸爸坐在那里。SOLER爸爸在他们很小时便已离世，所以，这梦是有点意外的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他爸爸年纪很大，行动也不甚方便。可在梦里，他站直起身子，步向Julio，将手放在他肩上，给了他一番激励。于是，有了这首歌，也许，于是有了SOLER。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son you'll see ocean mountains high and low, you'll have snowflakes slowly melting on your nose..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我坐在那里，手握着相机录影，目不转睛的，不敢相信自己深深被感动，不能明白为何SOLER那一刻的唱腔那么清晰。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving Grace。珍惜恩赐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KelbXRxqkFg&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/KelbXRxqkFg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-7512358616386190337?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7512358616386190337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=7512358616386190337' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7512358616386190337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/7512358616386190337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/01/solerlive-easonlive-cdpowersoler-soler.html' title='我已然是太阳能，X2。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3x2h8JxBpI/AAAAAAAABT4/qdb3Is_9-b4/s72-c/DSC02010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-9204046009088818827</id><published>2008-01-03T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T15:17:12.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star'/><title type='text'>我已然是太阳能。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3xj6cJxBkI/AAAAAAAABTQ/y2mPsrEQjJs/s1600-h/DSC02003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3xj6cJxBkI/AAAAAAAABTQ/y2mPsrEQjJs/s400/DSC02003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151101929445721666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;友人摇了电话过来，说读了我的blog，觉得九九还有一百酱写很不错一下。他说：我竟然没爽死。我笑答：因为还有，一零一。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，又是SOLER。我是真的上瘾了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天在金河的签名会，我满怀期待SOLER的出现。忽然，旁边来了一位有点熟悉的脸孔，她是娱乐记者之类的，我以前见过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她问：我是不是SOLER的fans? 我坚决答：是。然后，得到了另一份超乎想象的07年末大礼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ka4gI-9ztYA&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/ka4gI-9ztYA&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;十二月三十一，可以出席SOLER的音乐会，我是受宠若惊的。一边担心自己的年纪不适合那种场面，一边却为难得而到处邀人陪伴。手电里头较好感情的，差不多都被我问过了。不是有工作，便是这样那样。最后，我一个人赴会，哪怕场面会让我尴尬死。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许得到幸运之神的眷顾，我是好事一桩接一桩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到达988办公楼，我还在为确定自己的地点忧虑，便看见Julio和Dino走了进来。吓着了，真的。可我那时的第一念头是：地点对了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没有冲上前打招呼要签名什么的。不是不想，而是不习惯。所以，我什么都没做，转身步入电梯里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那位记者告诉我先上十五楼，他们会到十九楼brief一下。噢！OK。然后心里开始忐忑，SOLER不可能和我共用一架电梯吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3xsTsJxBmI/AAAAAAAABTg/7ViWV_cW7pA/s1600-h/DSC02001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3xsTsJxBmI/AAAAAAAABTg/7ViWV_cW7pA/s400/DSC02001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151111159330440802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;她还是扭着按键，让他们一伙人进来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dion就站在我旁边，而我还是什么都不做不说。静静地希望十五楼早点到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;究竟，当他们看着我步出电梯，知道我是他们的fans却什么都不做时，会作何想法? 庆幸没遇着一位hardcore fans，还是会因为我的冷漠而觉得扫兴?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;房间小小的，包括我十一个人，九女二男。988DJ Nicholas说：两个男的该是陪女朋友来的咯? 一个是，我不。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是年纪身材最大的，Nicholas小我几个月，一位女的二十五，其他都一律少艾逼人。庆幸，我没有因为年纪而不被邀入，还是名单第一位叻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLER还没进来，Nicholas和我们讨论该问的五个问题，女的要我问一题，说男生问男生，会和女生不一样。那时，我把机会让回给了她们，选择听就好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可音乐会结束后，有个问题，很想问。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果时间回流，我会问SOLER: 现今的market，开始有歌手像Penny Karen都选择不发专辑了，而Julio Dino算是刚起步，有什么看法?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个问题，还不错吧?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3xxtMJxBnI/AAAAAAAABTo/JXhU15nGkNI/s1600-h/DSC02005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3xxtMJxBnI/AAAAAAAABTo/JXhU15nGkNI/s400/DSC02005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151117094975243890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3xyR8JxBoI/AAAAAAAABTw/teQEftbUyoE/s1600-h/DSC02004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3xyR8JxBoI/AAAAAAAABTw/teQEftbUyoE/s400/DSC02004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151117726335436418" /&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;最后，来张大合照，九位女生抢位是正常的。我，还是低调点的好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julio抬头望了望我，说：你最高，无法啦。Dino也有一样的想法，于是，我站到他们后头，将手搁在他们的肩膀上，为很难得很难得的一刻，留了个印证。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3yLGsJxBuI/AAAAAAAABUg/VUxRKwHWOXs/s1600-h/DSC02019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3yLGsJxBuI/AAAAAAAABUg/VUxRKwHWOXs/s400/DSC02019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151145020852602594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;我原本带了Starbucks2008 Diary，还有x2专辑，希望在要些签名什么的。最后，选择把Diary给了SOLER，给了Julio。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julio，this is for you。我步过去，说。他接过，看看，wow了一声，而后用English问我，里面是否有那些小孩的描画之类的?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时，我很紧张，以为他问说里头是否满满的剪报之类的，忙说没有。This is a brand new 1, I hope it's useful。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他看看，对我说，香港星巴克邀了很多小孩画描，然后贴得满街都是，很漂亮。我才明白，自己有点会错意了，希望他不介意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也希望，他会喜欢。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-9204046009088818827?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/9204046009088818827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=9204046009088818827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/9204046009088818827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/9204046009088818827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_03.html' title='我已然是太阳能。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3xj6cJxBkI/AAAAAAAABTQ/y2mPsrEQjJs/s72-c/DSC02003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-4197094076241648456</id><published>2008-01-02T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T13:42:59.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>弃旧图新。My 100th Blog Here。</title><content type='html'>2007年365个日子，大家过得可好?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;珍惜家庭的温暖，有他们，我才有力量。感谢那些陪我欢笑的，有你们，我才有快乐。可以安稳无忧的渡过，没有您们，一切都是虚无缥缈的。虽没有色彩斑斓的火花，也没有大红大紫的成绩，更没有一帆风顺的圆满；但看回头，看见自己的蜕变，我已觉得骄傲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人要经历，学习，然后回馈生命。活出自己，是我一直坚持着的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会继续踏入一片异土，感受旅途的新鲜。看看外面的世界，检讨自己的一切。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要调整自己的作息，降低咖啡因的摄取。是时候，照顾自己的身体，聆听它的信号。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我将试着看懂是非不断的人事物，调整自己的话语，过滤自己的想法，试着接受，尝试明白，然后原谅。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上年，我&lt;a href="http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html"&gt;迎新；卻不棄舊&lt;/a&gt;。这次，希望能将一切负面能量去除，吸纳正面的讯息，探讨生命的喜悦。新的一年，但愿你我她他他，都能够秉持自己的信念，创造美好，享受呼吸。祝大家，健康，平稳。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-4197094076241648456?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4197094076241648456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=4197094076241648456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4197094076241648456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4197094076241648456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-100th-blog-here.html' title='弃旧图新。My 100th Blog Here。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-8705417580286793539</id><published>2008-01-01T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T04:46:49.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star'/><title type='text'>第九十九。我留给他们。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3nRecJxBaI/AAAAAAAABSA/C4VqkPKsZoo/s1600-h/DSC01996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3nRecJxBaI/AAAAAAAABSA/C4VqkPKsZoo/s400/DSC01996.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150377969758307746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;终于，那一天还是来了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;打从第一天我接触SOLER的X2专辑起，便一直很期待他们的到来。他们的歌，有很强的感染力，让人听了又听。也许，我是真的情人眼里出西施吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天，工作忙了一早，下午满怀欣喜地赶往他们的签名会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;签名会。报道是那样写的。所以，不希望他们唱个一两首歌是不可能的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;场面没有很热，小猫三两只，那是必然的。却意外地让我可以站得很前，就在舞台边，该是我有史以来最近的追星纪录了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;换作其他的歌手明星，对不起，我不会有那么强烈的兴奋感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是否，因为他们正在起步，所以我有了这个bonus? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3nbosJxBbI/AAAAAAAABSI/K6x8N3KrDAo/s1600-h/DSC01954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3nbosJxBbI/AAAAAAAABSI/K6x8N3KrDAo/s400/DSC01954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150389140968244658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3ncXMJxBcI/AAAAAAAABSQ/nIvpSvjYeno/s1600-h/DSC01962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3ncXMJxBcI/AAAAAAAABSQ/nIvpSvjYeno/s400/DSC01962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150389939832161730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3nepMJxBeI/AAAAAAAABSg/sxeJOuOZmqg/s1600-h/DSC01957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3nepMJxBeI/AAAAAAAABSg/sxeJOuOZmqg/s400/DSC01957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150392448093062626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3nfasJxBfI/AAAAAAAABSo/unUrt9lVLks/s1600-h/DSC01964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3nfasJxBfI/AAAAAAAABSo/unUrt9lVLks/s400/DSC01964.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150393298496587250" /&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;可以很近，可以很清楚地专注于舞台上的演出。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们说: 原本只打算唱一首歌，最后唱了三首。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们签名可以签很多，没有设限，所以早前的两张SOLER专辑也有了他们的笔痕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可以和他们合照，不像一些红头半边天的，要握个手都难，要看自己的机灵。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3niX8JxBgI/AAAAAAAABSw/ak6JlCEghj8/s1600-h/DSC01960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3niX8JxBgI/AAAAAAAABSw/ak6JlCEghj8/s400/DSC01960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150396549786830338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3njlcJxBhI/AAAAAAAABS4/Jw9Bc_BQdKk/s1600-h/DSC01979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3njlcJxBhI/AAAAAAAABS4/Jw9Bc_BQdKk/s400/DSC01979.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150397881226692114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3nluMJxBiI/AAAAAAAABTA/9woYNq-NBKw/s1600-h/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3nluMJxBiI/AAAAAAAABTA/9woYNq-NBKw/s400/DSC01984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150400230573803042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3nmsMJxBjI/AAAAAAAABTI/iolvR-0PIMo/s1600-h/DSC01990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3nmsMJxBjI/AAAAAAAABTI/iolvR-0PIMo/s400/DSC01990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150401295725692466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;当然我会希望他们可以慢慢红起来，有越来越多的粉丝，有更多更好的成绩。可是，到时却变成：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我得很早到场霸位。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;得和很多人挤，听个一两首歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;签名只签新的，只签一张。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是分别，我也明白。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后，我一直回想，觉得自己是幸运的。幸运自己，知道自己喜欢什么。然后，追求。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLER，我会一直支持，替他们感到骄傲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;顺道：我竟然没爽死...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-8705417580286793539?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8705417580286793539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=8705417580286793539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8705417580286793539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/8705417580286793539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='第九十九。我留给他们。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3nRecJxBaI/AAAAAAAABSA/C4VqkPKsZoo/s72-c/DSC01996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-7472238635167286999</id><published>2007-12-28T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T05:24:36.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>终于。这次是她们。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3UODcJxBZI/AAAAAAAABR4/qt8XUxD4E6s/s1600-h/fir01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R3UODcJxBZI/AAAAAAAABR4/qt8XUxD4E6s/s400/fir01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149037201227580818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;之前，她们的最新专辑一推出，我写了&lt;a href="http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html"&gt;这篇部落&lt;/a&gt;， 预告朋友快要到手的&lt;爱.歌姬&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知自己是否星追多了，多少了解一点他们的trend。当红的歌手发片，免不了来宣传一番。谷谷人气，增加几张CD销量。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来开演唱会的，会先半场签名会宣传。加推几张票，让场面热热闹闹。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，并非全中的。不然我不会因为Soler要来签名，而兴奋不已，笑得比一个癫子还疯。然后， F.I.R等了好久，终于还是来了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大型签唱会，只不过，这次得上云顶。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一次比一次远，一回比一回更考验自己疯的程度。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为了履行承诺，力气我有，时间金钱勉强够，怕只怕...要不到票!! 摇了几通电话，却还不确定换票的方法地点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果不行的话，最后草草回马六甲Mahkota Parade要签名算了。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/KCQIYshjtL/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KCQIYshjtL/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; 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The word I like lately.</title><content type='html'>It's just amazing a certain species exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well dressed but not well mannered. They bring their laptop to wi-fi service provided cafe, choose the most comfortable sofa seat, ask 4 the access password then indulge themselves only with the free flow iced water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what do we do? Hand them a menu &amp; asking them to order or just let them be? The latter will only be scolded by "unexpected" superior then. Usually I just let them be if they are not too much &amp;...if they are good looking of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I just switched off the wi-fi service. I know it'll be unfair to those with a receipt but I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm pretty well in acting. Told another lady guest that we're having Internet service problems, guaranteed to call the service agent &amp; will get a call once it's done. &amp; she's responded nicely &amp; made me feeling more guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 musketeer's remained silence. They aren't stupid. They knew what they are doing. &amp; knowing what I'm doing perhaps. Then only they order an Iced Tea. So they got their service back very quickly after the drink is on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't cheap. They are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not extreme. I am this time. Cause I'm fed-up with those "Executives" sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-4690900638987523882?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4690900638987523882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=4690900638987523882' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4690900638987523882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/4690900638987523882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2007/12/extreme-word-i-like-lately.html' title='Extreme. The word I like lately.'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-6375317803856288559</id><published>2007-12-24T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T05:26:19.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>终于。还是他们。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R2-9AMJxBYI/AAAAAAAABRw/ZKw1A8Dawtw/s1600-h/ap_20071102024234223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R2-9AMJxBYI/AAAAAAAABRw/ZKw1A8Dawtw/s400/ap_20071102024234223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147540710067602818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Soler除了出席馬來西亞倒數活動-金河倒數2008音樂會Count Down Street Party外，更會進行簽名會及演出，同場還會售賣X2專輯，馬來西亞的樂迷請多多支持，資料如下：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soler 馬來西亞簽名會&lt;br /&gt;日期：2007年12月30日(日)&lt;br /&gt;時間：1730-1815&lt;br /&gt;地點：Sungei Wang Plaza (Jalan Sultan Ismail, 50250 Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚看到这则报道，朋友便摇了电话过来。然后他在另一端，和我讨论着过年的plan，更多的是听我哇哈哈哈笑个不停。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实已预料到，SOLER会顺道办场签名会的，只是一直没有消息。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，算是一份圣诞礼物，有了可以让大家花钱来看我的机会。如果，我真的爽死的话...哈哈哈哈...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/P0yVywBbSX/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/P0yVywBbSX/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1G4DvAg1pD/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/1G4DvAg1pD/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-6375317803856288559?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/6375317803856288559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=6375317803856288559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/6375317803856288559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/6375317803856288559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_6435.html' title='终于。还是他们。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R2-9AMJxBYI/AAAAAAAABRw/ZKw1A8Dawtw/s72-c/ap_20071102024234223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-1518991354452459377</id><published>2007-12-24T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:21:16.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>感动叻?? 哈哈。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R27DF8JxBXI/AAAAAAAABRo/_6Xwuw5e9OI/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R27DF8JxBXI/AAAAAAAABRo/_6Xwuw5e9OI/s400/P1010043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147265930944906610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;心血来潮，想送给几个上云顶爽的朋友，一份小小的礼物。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人说：我很厉害搞惊喜一下，我是女的他马上死在我手上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;贪吃的人说：唷ABU! 请我们吃cake酱好啊? 喝的勒? 叫他们给多一杯 peppermint iced blended啦!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;瘦虎肥龙哪，龙说：我会抓一个hunk绑riben送给你的。bomba那种，还是美国货叻。虎更好笑，在一旁先笑爽了后接说：ABU，我看我还是不要动啦，酱就不会dosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最正常的谢道：Thank you ah，请我们"测"东西，他们happy到鸟酱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一份心意，换到几句鸟鸟话，也就足够了。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;狐群狗党们，废材们，Merry X'mas!! &amp; a good year ahead!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-1518991354452459377?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1518991354452459377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=1518991354452459377' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1518991354452459377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1518991354452459377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_24.html' title='感动叻?? 哈哈。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R27DF8JxBXI/AAAAAAAABRo/_6Xwuw5e9OI/s72-c/P1010043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-450204136082145922</id><published>2007-12-20T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T05:14:22.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star'/><title type='text'>钱多一点，我马上飞!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R2mGcsJxBVI/AAAAAAAABRY/nV4lWt6zr9A/s1600-h/xin_230504291322859282767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145791876694082898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R2mGcsJxBVI/AAAAAAAABRY/nV4lWt6zr9A/s400/xin_230504291322859282767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;香港有線電視《線動真音樂》邀請各位Soler 的樂迷出席 「Soler孖你聖誕Show」， 屆時除了可以欣賞到Soler的Full Band演出之外，亦有機會跟Soler來個零距離接觸，大玩遊戲。節目詳情及門券索取方法如下：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;節目名稱：《線動真音樂》－「Soler孖你聖誕Show」&lt;br /&gt;日期：2007年12月18日 ( 星期二 )&lt;br /&gt;時間：1930&lt;br /&gt;地點：九龍灣MegaBox 通利音樂演藝中心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;門券索取方法：&lt;br /&gt;請將個人資料包括姓名、聯絡電話、郵寄地址，電郵至：music@i-cable.com，電郵主旨請註：Soler孖你聖誕Show&lt;br /&gt;中國及其他國家朋友取票方法：索取門票的朋友，請電郵致：lisamiao@solerworld.com，電郵主旨同樣請註明：索取Soler孖你聖誕Show之門票，並請留下姓名、聯絡電話、電郵地址、歌迷會號碼 (如屬前歌迷會會員) 以便聯絡，每封電郵只提供兩張門票，送完即止！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(截止日期：2007年12月14日晚上12時，每人可得門券兩張，數量有限，先到先得！)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;这是一则SOLER的LIVE Show广告，刊载于他们的网页当中。前些时候读到，没想那么多，便快快发了email过去，试试运气。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有可能，他们是来者不拒的。管它，反正我是博票而已。记得自己说过，看他们唱live，还是fullband那种，握手拿到他们的签名，会爽死。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能，大家可以准备白金了。&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Name: Tim Queh Soon Tien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hp Num: +6012xxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email: hyppothiam@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thanks for your email. I'll reply you soon. Thanks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hi Tim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late reply, will u be in HK on 18th? I'll send u the details before Monday. Thank you for supporting Soler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;一轮的email往来之后，我上网查询前往香港的便宜机票。找来找去，如果踏乘Airasia飞往澳门，都至少要RM1000以上。想来想去，还是作罢。太多的不确定，还有皮包真的没有钱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa那里的confirmation来得很晚，我还发了mail问她是否取消了。&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;dear lisa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't get the show details from you. is there any cancellation? thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warm regards,&lt;br /&gt;tim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hi Tim,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the inconvenience. We've confirmed the details just now. Pls come to TOM LEE MUSIC PERFORMANCE CENTRE @ MegaBox (http://www.megabox.com.hk/) before 7PM tomorrow. I'll wait at the entrance of Tom Lee checking/passing out the tickets. You can find me there and get your tickets. my phone number is 6919xxxx. Call me if you can not find me. See u tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;我在17th Dec晚才看见她寄来的email。理论上，算是门票拿到了，却还是决定不去。有点急。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然很想很想，我还不至于sampat到忽然飞去香港，看一场小小的live show。毕竟，我还等着Spice Girls的worldtour。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;飞去香港看concert，听起来也比较合理吧? Soler嘛...等到31st Dec金河倒数演唱会再说。到时也许他们会顺道办场，让大家的白金派上用场的签名会叻? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-450204136082145922?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/450204136082145922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=450204136082145922' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/450204136082145922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/450204136082145922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2007/12/soler-solershow-solerfull-bandsoler.html' title='钱多一点，我马上飞!!'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCrdwL1zHkc/R2mGcsJxBVI/AAAAAAAABRY/nV4lWt6zr9A/s72-c/xin_230504291322859282767.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-1645829198910626720</id><published>2007-12-19T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T04:23:10.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headlines'/><title type='text'>卫生? 谁理你。</title><content type='html'>昨天的报纸，有一则新闻，大意写说邻国不符合卫生标准的餐馆，比往年增多了。"罪状"大约有：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;将解冻了的肉类再度放入冰箱。忙的时候随便用手擦拭碗碟的污点。处理了生的食材，没洗手便处理熟食。将送到的食材搁在地板上...等等等。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果说，这么点便叫做不符合卫生标准的话，真相，也许会令卫生局跌破眼镜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我干这行的，所以知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人说社会在进步，生活水平在升高。某些方面，却不是那回事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做老板的，不看清楚劳力的极限，而一直往staff costing那里开刀。一刀砍下，减少一个人力，立刻省下一笔。他们怎么办事，睁一只眼便可以。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，以后看见别人不用手套处理我们的食物，不用惊讶，也不用愤怒，要看清楚。如果正处于繁忙时段，原谅一下；店里头没有几个人，也原谅一下，反正食材大多不怎么新鲜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果以为，你们给了钱，便应得最佳的服务，小心最后自己的食物被添加好料。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多人，工作都得过且过，贴切点是没有职业道德，对吗? 就算再怎么坚持，始终会被一连串不平衡心理想法慢慢剥削，沦陷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以后遇见很热心服务的业者，别说那是他们该做的，我们应得的。要感激，还有人能让我们拥有美好的心情。不小心碰上糟糕的service，摇摇头，那不过小事一桩，过了就算。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要卫生，自己来最好。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-1645829198910626720?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1645829198910626720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=1645829198910626720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1645829198910626720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/1645829198910626720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_4910.html' title='卫生? 谁理你。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914026255926171747.post-9027389303400553635</id><published>2007-12-19T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T04:51:55.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bits'/><title type='text'>我不明白。</title><content type='html'>刚才，泊好了自己的摩多车，连铁帽也还没解扣，便看到一辆车在后面不远处停了下来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下来一位很年轻的妹妹，打开后坐车门，让另一位小姐下车。第二位开来像是醉酒了，要别人扶着。起先，我不以为然，扭开自己的苹果汁，喝着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那位醉酒的妹妹，很熟练的扣起了喉，然后摇摇地步到一处呕吐起来。她就那样，窄裙也不知有没有打底，便盘大双脚蹲着，边扣边吐，丝毫没有痛苦的表情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在一旁开着，心想：就算她春光爆泄，我也不会想看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不明白，年纪轻轻，却可以weekdays半夜，喝得醉醺醺的。找不到任何理由，告诉自己：她不是在浪费生命。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把自己搞得那么难看，何苦? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许，现在的lifetrend便是这样，叫做enjoy life。而她，不过是一不小心喝多了。隔天，她还会好好的上班上课，会有着很健全的生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只觉得不可能。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914026255926171747-9027389303400553635?l=expressionoflife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/feeds/9027389303400553635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914026255926171747&amp;postID=9027389303400553635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/9027389303400553635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914026255926171747/posts/default/9027389303400553635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressionoflife2.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_19.html' title='我不明白。'/><author><name>tim queh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01292245404626600738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
