tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62246235650159517232024-03-13T12:44:32.852-07:00Where? Are My Pantsmy journey in three quarter pantsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-618375955832602292019-12-09T20:26:00.001-08:002019-12-09T21:18:04.705-08:00What a day (And it's just the beginning)This morning I forgot to bet on my own team (Houston Rockets) losing. I do that all the time, so that I won't feel like crap when Rockets loses. Amazingly they lost to Kings! wtf seriously.<br />
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I should've win some good amount of money from this but fml I totally forgot bout this game today.<br />
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And about my work. Seriously I can't believe there are so many people with no dentures in this goddamn island. I can't even finish one without 3 new dentures coming in.<br />
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And by the way! I was told by my 7 years girlfriend that she can't see a future with me anymore. So wtf am I suppose to do now?<br />
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I've never felt so lost and lonely in my life before. Like I couldn't tell this to anyone cause we have the image of a "perfect couple" to show, and I can't complain to her cause let's be honest here, when the girl doesn't love you anymore, why would she fcuking care about what you have to say anyway.<br />
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I need a holiday.. from this fcuking life. Nothing to look forward to every day, no love, no friends, only work work work and being in debt. I will now go and fcuk myself 🖕<br />
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<br />LostGhosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01510908266867072238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-34914621533739985622019-12-04T02:02:00.001-08:002019-12-04T02:02:34.470-08:00Alright alright alrightFinally some happy times! After 2 weeks and lots of money, my PS4 PRO has returned to me!<br /><br />
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In fact, after changing the motherboard, the fan on my console doesn't sound like jet engine anymore! I can finally play in peace (for now -"-).<br /><br />Btw if there's any random person reading this who owns a PS4 and really into NBA2k20, please add me! I've been looking for a gaming partner for a long time now and none of my real life friends are into basketball...<br />
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My ign is "likealostghost" 😐LostGhosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01510908266867072238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-52183908338252901832019-11-29T01:54:00.000-08:002019-11-29T01:59:28.658-08:00Boom! Just like that.And then I'm 31.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">My mom took this picture of me reacting to my birthday cake (26 Oct 2019)</span></div>
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What can I say? It's kinda depressing to be honest, knowing that I've not achieve much since the last blog post!<br />
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In fact I sort of regressed in certain areas. But let me update you (random strangers and my future kids(?)) on my life's progress:<br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Damn my itchy hands! I actually dismantled my PS4 Pro a few times because of jet-engine sounds coming out of the consoles (damn you Sony for making such bad ventilation) and never had an issue. Until I accidentally destroyed the wires connecting to the battery! But wait! My motherboard is spoilt too! But wait again! The optical drive is broken too! But wait! My wallet is broken.</span></div>
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So I'm in limbo. It's like being with someone that have no problem leaving anytime. I'm walking on eggshells everyday. Hell, I can't even use social media anymore because it hurts seeing how the "other guy" is still interacting with her.<br />
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I never thought I would say this ever. I used to see my friends getting engaged/married and having kids as a curse. But at the point of my life, I feel kinda pathetic that I'm still the way I am. </div>
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Let me tell you why dear friends and strangers.<br />
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I'm sure most of you internet users know about this and need no explanations.<br />
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<b>2. Waste of phone storage</b><br />
The fb app on iPhone is a storage sucking leech. So good to have it gone and get back almost 1gb of storage back! Suck it<br />
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<b>3. Posts are getting shit</b><br />
When fb started out and everyone is new, people posts only important events (mostly?) and stuffs that are interesting (other than food pics, this crap has been going on from the beginning humans realised they can post pictures online eg. blogs).<br />
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Nowadays, most post are trash! Like posting picture of road while you're driving!? What the crap?<br />
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And what is up with post of your face and then unrelated captions? That's the worst.<br />
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But you say "Why do you care what other people think? Just ignore them you over-sensitive bastard!". Now now, I'm not a bastard. And if you can read such comments and then move on with your life then good for you, but I personally cant. Sorry.</div>
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For example, one fella can post a video of him playing a musical instruments or singing and get thousand views in few hours. But video of me doing my own songs gets only 80 views after a day. Or pictures that I take effort to shoot gets few likes versus picture of a face driving getting 100+ likes.<br />
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Ahem.. Anyways I dont blame fb for this. I realised if one is friendly and/or talented in real life, their posts on fb usually gets more interactions (good tip for you fb addicts hoho). I'm neither so...</div>
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I'm sorry facebook, it's not you, its me.</div>
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By the way, my personal music page is still on fb, with about 81 likes while posting this. Great job me. If you read this, please like <a href="http://facebook.com/likealostghost" target="_blank">me</a><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-52550578136195900562016-09-22T04:22:00.001-07:002016-09-22T04:24:09.691-07:00What a life <img id="id_7711_619d_27f7_8517" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2rRqjwFjImI/V-O-9PeOKZI/AAAAAAAABCk/4SweSyH-OFg/%25255BUNSET%25255D.png" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 298px; height: auto;"> <div><br></div><div>Don't you find it upsetting when you open up Facebook and everyone is doing fun things and you're here in your house doing nothing?</div><div><br></div><div>How do we overcome such feelings?</div><div><br></div><div>It's so amazing that I can write this post while pooping.</div><div><br></div><div>Isn't "Emo" like a mid 2000 trend? Who even uses that word anymore.</div><div><br></div><div>What an idiot;</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-79984183620845834632016-09-05T00:21:00.000-07:002016-09-05T00:52:54.192-07:00 Welcome back, me!So after so many years, I've decided to resume this blog!<br>
And I've just released my first album!<br>
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You can buy it on <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/my/album/since-birth/id1142159800" target="_blank">iTunes</a><br>
Or just listen to it on <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/3QWl3K9p5SPhmY9ivs6udn" target="_blank">Spotify</a><br>
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Alot of hard work and time is invested in this album. Please support even if you don't know me!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-87132645775465708632013-01-31T08:43:00.001-08:002013-01-31T08:43:37.821-08:00EMO hair fail<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My mouse died,</div>
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My headphone died,</div>
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And my brother's dog is missing.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-37179386680795641502011-12-04T08:47:00.000-08:002011-12-04T09:10:58.387-08:00Eargasm: Dubstep<div style="text-align: left;">I've been listening to dubstep lately. What is dubstep? Ok. It is a electronic-type music from UK that have some elements of drum and bass style of music but alot darker and dirtier (as in very distorted sounding).</div><div><br />A few noticeable elements of dubstep are the syncopated rhythm, tuplety/shuffly drum pattern.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFQrl5ADuRf9glDzdu04C8y5C1d8R86nFDQpaivY7nwQgth-Kl66LhviianrQYKUGU5qUSvktyvb6PzTM_PN2S3QWNKj7yE_Kna4hJy0u5gismcQdaU_jkyO8R23FXqjlqShOJxsPa1fn/s400/Dubsamplescore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682317562139506674" /></div><div>Above is an example of a dubstep drum pattern.</div><div><br /></div><div>However, like every other music dubstep too have evolved. There's now post dubstep and also brostep. What is it about I don't even bother to know anymore. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's a video.</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WSeNSzJ2-Jw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">The dubstep parts starts at 0.40. Listen at your own ear's risk.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you got a good speaker this will blow your brains offfffffffffff.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">However, the above song isn't what purist called a "pure" dubstep. Apparently, pure dubstep doesn't come with a drop bass. Some labeled this guy as brostep.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway I got a serious problem here. I love listening to these stuffs. But I have a problem with the sound they used. During the dubstep part there's this sound (GRRRERE GERERE). Which when I listen too many times, I'll get like semi-migraine. Which kinda sucks :<</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-2959405225299080082011-11-18T02:04:00.000-08:002011-11-18T07:57:41.547-08:00Hong Kong from my Memory - Day 4 (12.11.11) Part 1<div style="text-align: left;">Day 4:</div><div>Woke up. Travel very farrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Then we saw this:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIqaGUwV_FQbvde3muAvGui4PgK-IxYTdW0Z1I2Kt-tThp0ry_VEa2QHWDwcYE6dzvVlqxTsWOEqM9SmEiwr22OnDoUn-2VPV4fo409jxhIqy3WP6oGvQHxmnIOdQUK-sprfGh-0flyQG/s1600/tallman.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIqaGUwV_FQbvde3muAvGui4PgK-IxYTdW0Z1I2Kt-tThp0ry_VEa2QHWDwcYE6dzvVlqxTsWOEqM9SmEiwr22OnDoUn-2VPV4fo409jxhIqy3WP6oGvQHxmnIOdQUK-sprfGh-0flyQG/s400/tallman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676284730643934978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just a typical tall guy in HK</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> Then food:</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbq0QtST7-TWnMTJnLEQ5gbZiC5Wo9mIB3lGKZdslH5gE7IIrVQzlANXIvaoiHm08JkSOjDoeBeSGJ2fbHxXKiC7xCLRYIH7hV_QjCwst4Hv1bCfIOHXepOkiYMBWE702JpqIwUwK-qC2/s1600/foood1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbq0QtST7-TWnMTJnLEQ5gbZiC5Wo9mIB3lGKZdslH5gE7IIrVQzlANXIvaoiHm08JkSOjDoeBeSGJ2fbHxXKiC7xCLRYIH7hV_QjCwst4Hv1bCfIOHXepOkiYMBWE702JpqIwUwK-qC2/s400/foood1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676278415361839106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Simple and nice.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUf2uYhyphenhyphenu9dVVZDfMZMXMQLYnxX6aLKNNoKp5Qp3RtZNkylByh4kajby-YxN6ETZ1fDESHLDMloEDFElW0If1nkLG8AIcVKXtBHQa5xKDBHWM48iqprcD5bbWTnnBPPHscPLrf26YUA_YV/s1600/food2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUf2uYhyphenhyphenu9dVVZDfMZMXMQLYnxX6aLKNNoKp5Qp3RtZNkylByh4kajby-YxN6ETZ1fDESHLDMloEDFElW0If1nkLG8AIcVKXtBHQa5xKDBHWM48iqprcD5bbWTnnBPPHscPLrf26YUA_YV/s400/food2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676278407081418258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Seems like a poor man's food. But it's so nice.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So we went to The Peak in Hong Kong. First you have to ride up a tram few thousand miles up the hill, and there's a Madame Tussauds, and also an observatory where you can see all of HK from up there. Here are some pictures of the Wax Museum that I think it's worth putting up.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdS9n8whxEItJQHrVFZ-Pb8oMKXRT9i8Gx4bEp6L9QLT2io2diIAtTn9MCq9yANHzxQSlVBbsorQI8MXBDMGm_xY9c0sKdLJfT19O6VVLM4_YCCFLvYNg2iAIMIFnlVy3u4KKdV_FTeJp/s1600/brucelee.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdS9n8whxEItJQHrVFZ-Pb8oMKXRT9i8Gx4bEp6L9QLT2io2diIAtTn9MCq9yANHzxQSlVBbsorQI8MXBDMGm_xY9c0sKdLJfT19O6VVLM4_YCCFLvYNg2iAIMIFnlVy3u4KKdV_FTeJp/s400/brucelee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676275932562362338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bruce Lee!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHd9WHWRCgE0dqgjFf-rQkY6AH6zv07hEJit_-q4FQfczvvpv0pfaJ47-y3jeiL27T1QCEJcStCPygGvxUZFBv0HWPQ7EBdVjPZ7h0oOVg4sy5xnD7DCAOc1r0xHeK7_4Kvi5ErHorL00l/s1600/michelleyeoh.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHd9WHWRCgE0dqgjFf-rQkY6AH6zv07hEJit_-q4FQfczvvpv0pfaJ47-y3jeiL27T1QCEJcStCPygGvxUZFBv0HWPQ7EBdVjPZ7h0oOVg4sy5xnD7DCAOc1r0xHeK7_4Kvi5ErHorL00l/s400/michelleyeoh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676283192267272370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And I met with our own Dato.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pOAuFqA7qcCLxRjP7RMtpURuJI9Xsp-Cj2qKxpYEry_wS20NnLpBtdkaND1QYjLk_dsLqJAXU7BXzjT7U5QtYy-5vgwsHpEaDbN8Ff4oBo5-hkoZ0ws6B6Hnd4T6oMmQLYe6oGqTZbG9/s1600/jaychou.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pOAuFqA7qcCLxRjP7RMtpURuJI9Xsp-Cj2qKxpYEry_wS20NnLpBtdkaND1QYjLk_dsLqJAXU7BXzjT7U5QtYy-5vgwsHpEaDbN8Ff4oBo5-hkoZ0ws6B6Hnd4T6oMmQLYe6oGqTZbG9/s400/jaychou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676283157021445234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why the sad face?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZrKpnwRRmFNoVgiy70Mhyphenhyphenx1wMszrWJGG9PMJthxqC9R0fUqXmp1SURBzpuqMSD-SsNlTZyeG7Fl8jbZUBExPlVbW7ZQaPilUa12mK8BjKStOcEA2RYtXz_MK9NB3lpggapITce6bZcHQ/s1600/louiskhoo.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZrKpnwRRmFNoVgiy70Mhyphenhyphenx1wMszrWJGG9PMJthxqC9R0fUqXmp1SURBzpuqMSD-SsNlTZyeG7Fl8jbZUBExPlVbW7ZQaPilUa12mK8BjKStOcEA2RYtXz_MK9NB3lpggapITce6bZcHQ/s400/louiskhoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676283177623436434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Groped.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgta2bDSFIqMpWK4-uhvW0qsXkoDhGMnV6PBfyV26znCmnZV-Q3o1YZUXoyb2iiTodHpuPbrFF6J5-LahbeLSjSHgkeNIU9H11_K_WtwSeBLx2CNG_qmTG9GOXASOaYS-9zlsusQ7c1GPs/s1600/brandgelina.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgta2bDSFIqMpWK4-uhvW0qsXkoDhGMnV6PBfyV26znCmnZV-Q3o1YZUXoyb2iiTodHpuPbrFF6J5-LahbeLSjSHgkeNIU9H11_K_WtwSeBLx2CNG_qmTG9GOXASOaYS-9zlsusQ7c1GPs/s400/brandgelina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676275920203047906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Groped!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCtC5Q7aMrHw9wMMLgf7tdbQoVT_M22JbctxRlYqdZ9ui0VB2fk9VitWySdncPG-39ORAi8-zxc-CMOWiYIG4oWzJe5Oj_Q1psbZuy_-oi1Ut5PJha4LtbZfhEdattz1GAHLyz8hhjiRwO/s1600/jetli.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCtC5Q7aMrHw9wMMLgf7tdbQoVT_M22JbctxRlYqdZ9ui0VB2fk9VitWySdncPG-39ORAi8-zxc-CMOWiYIG4oWzJe5Oj_Q1psbZuy_-oi1Ut5PJha4LtbZfhEdattz1GAHLyz8hhjiRwO/s400/jetli.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676283176306172834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why so yellow?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3nscIZ917u-MWacoGGv1qY9qb_o3EO6HVNrBm6tHSCQy0b8J-kfDZ7rIBxdJMCXF__TEbGTZsGVhYMyI_ssnlBhIErmNcGE1kwBVwxJQ5L7sFfSRCbNlgiFiBXMEw3iNJ6laT53w9znv/s1600/andylau.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3nscIZ917u-MWacoGGv1qY9qb_o3EO6HVNrBm6tHSCQy0b8J-kfDZ7rIBxdJMCXF__TEbGTZsGVhYMyI_ssnlBhIErmNcGE1kwBVwxJQ5L7sFfSRCbNlgiFiBXMEw3iNJ6laT53w9znv/s400/andylau.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676275909458114434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mr.Lau ignoring my ass.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYYfmPEIWJyJ3_jroRlOi0lIPJBL_rWBIRH4NAmyfrL4lh3-aWgSxGq2zsqnknnrc-GODAT_4WzAO1_P3mUUFOF4J4X_fdjsOvP1cmjiVkwBTAwT1PAHyXk5Ho1glkkPNsVpj4elkN2LY/s1600/edward.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYYfmPEIWJyJ3_jroRlOi0lIPJBL_rWBIRH4NAmyfrL4lh3-aWgSxGq2zsqnknnrc-GODAT_4WzAO1_P3mUUFOF4J4X_fdjsOvP1cmjiVkwBTAwT1PAHyXk5Ho1glkkPNsVpj4elkN2LY/s400/edward.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676278377136315074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nothing down there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm3zMVfTg7Y-07TvH1MT7cttFjkMCqdtgRLpIDsvxXuZFhQhLSw1tk3oAS9J40I71-japQetvIXOweYQgz-3mBoZkCf0OLt109-9Wv7vy60YKOTsJm5ZDBTGeNVRTxsZ_cxIcXs0AQWA-x/s1600/einstein.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm3zMVfTg7Y-07TvH1MT7cttFjkMCqdtgRLpIDsvxXuZFhQhLSw1tk3oAS9J40I71-japQetvIXOweYQgz-3mBoZkCf0OLt109-9Wv7vy60YKOTsJm5ZDBTGeNVRTxsZ_cxIcXs0AQWA-x/s400/einstein.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676278381674975058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Albert Einstein striking a pose.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0BFapYsMT-768vqZlR631V5Jnmw-oHnOGjKiCUf0gVoQFMbEQsbfdaZNn9AWKAEVxvVHuDTlxXSEDQzou2sqUBqiPTksCLJmDLSA2XkRVaQQA3TZZb0RzUSJJFmYur-pPQOLVb1GsSqSu/s1600/artists.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0BFapYsMT-768vqZlR631V5Jnmw-oHnOGjKiCUf0gVoQFMbEQsbfdaZNn9AWKAEVxvVHuDTlxXSEDQzou2sqUBqiPTksCLJmDLSA2XkRVaQQA3TZZb0RzUSJJFmYur-pPQOLVb1GsSqSu/s400/artists.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676275914041899122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Picasso!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQNAFw6Qwev-XAVeR5xJ26v6oIiwDTstPd-iq5BPC_dvO9Mm2nxGP6fI6YKvQDmrumb5fhkHI9HoDIiFm3e6UeQEW6m8-BEXf6iqYEHjRFdKeDwB53Rp2y1zzgqRulBvdHx3e7QDNypC51/s1600/shakespear.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQNAFw6Qwev-XAVeR5xJ26v6oIiwDTstPd-iq5BPC_dvO9Mm2nxGP6fI6YKvQDmrumb5fhkHI9HoDIiFm3e6UeQEW6m8-BEXf6iqYEHjRFdKeDwB53Rp2y1zzgqRulBvdHx3e7QDNypC51/s400/shakespear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676284710531397282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Father of Britney Spears.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEDmd_VWlpMBwM9TkmCaYQaaeNkDT1yKV0BaO66wkqoedkZymzg3oWg5tPtoncanCb7k9NH7VnIR6ULl4fdySkkKLmzaW_cu4d9icDA0vp45iskQaqoxDHRghZYWbrj3nlYTyzouqjOlU/s1600/saddam.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEDmd_VWlpMBwM9TkmCaYQaaeNkDT1yKV0BaO66wkqoedkZymzg3oWg5tPtoncanCb7k9NH7VnIR6ULl4fdySkkKLmzaW_cu4d9icDA0vp45iskQaqoxDHRghZYWbrj3nlYTyzouqjOlU/s400/saddam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676284704414565490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Groped.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvM_C1uZwNExYj2HK2ShjrO5iHu7_yjO1ix2STgzxzrGnEnvs51Hy2lgHpDteakdc-6WQnkwLKlgQ4pIwOkekAgDA-9GJ0hSmAWmFeHccT0dzMD1Oep3qE9SpbYniRE8pJpp2SaWVkZU8I/s1600/hitler.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvM_C1uZwNExYj2HK2ShjrO5iHu7_yjO1ix2STgzxzrGnEnvs51Hy2lgHpDteakdc-6WQnkwLKlgQ4pIwOkekAgDA-9GJ0hSmAWmFeHccT0dzMD1Oep3qE9SpbYniRE8pJpp2SaWVkZU8I/s400/hitler.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676283156791881650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Molest.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PKOYwwftZ817o3ooT6GuW3vNdm3TE2s45E9yZzhoDV5CzOUgkwoTDJkrjmU4xF3Rx18tUY-vpR_0sfO4NmXRWQ4MnO30HEiplzfkY0Pz7GSI9xjMvVSnk9zJDLAm2X5NYp_SbuTGHYbH/s1600/CIMG329aa6.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PKOYwwftZ817o3ooT6GuW3vNdm3TE2s45E9yZzhoDV5CzOUgkwoTDJkrjmU4xF3Rx18tUY-vpR_0sfO4NmXRWQ4MnO30HEiplzfkY0Pz7GSI9xjMvVSnk9zJDLAm2X5NYp_SbuTGHYbH/s400/CIMG329aa6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676275942496611346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes we can..not.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCluwKnEWRWbabhdO7De1fSUPDkXG_v2BPfSsZ9F48S0P5YBIITphzoSbm9DlvV9NhFEGJn_g7L2P4wGF1DzIgSYwSwbQ-jQCBfvAcffPLj9r3fmXifGqlVYecAA36By3HY4ZsmqKuSa4/s1600/spiderman.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCluwKnEWRWbabhdO7De1fSUPDkXG_v2BPfSsZ9F48S0P5YBIITphzoSbm9DlvV9NhFEGJn_g7L2P4wGF1DzIgSYwSwbQ-jQCBfvAcffPLj9r3fmXifGqlVYecAA36By3HY4ZsmqKuSa4/s400/spiderman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676284729528443410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hanging by the balls.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1MxKmE6yzyU2gS9LD8kaGBVK_en7OaXqW9fICr0VwEi48iepPHtqZji8yzV5ajM7rSW5zXFfdx0VldtrWsKIkEtjlACONP2rMsxhmI0VEsZ-OY67c7g6QTmIOMydyqwkIqSwGqVV1FHn/s1600/donnieyen.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1MxKmE6yzyU2gS9LD8kaGBVK_en7OaXqW9fICr0VwEi48iepPHtqZji8yzV5ajM7rSW5zXFfdx0VldtrWsKIkEtjlACONP2rMsxhmI0VEsZ-OY67c7g6QTmIOMydyqwkIqSwGqVV1FHn/s400/donnieyen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676278376774194146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">To Be Continue...</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-66456875937810799022011-11-16T09:27:00.000-08:002011-11-16T21:12:06.612-08:00Hong Kong from my Memory - Day 3 (11.11.11)<div style="text-align: left;">Day 3:</div><div><br />Argh! I'm so lazy to write bout travelling and stuffs! How did you guys make it look so easy and fun ><!--? Damn boring. </div--><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, we went here before going to lunch:</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUP3VLExvT7udBsZx5Pc736kzX3t-YSgdFfzgE_JuBlR890mSs2hsijhXoaR_62osxdI3TxO5f8M_3lEDSwkA7-FPOQDaCr0398UNGs_OzQImBNUKY0r1KQSoOoWwBpL3Z8Ei-4VtLzwFo/s1600/police.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUP3VLExvT7udBsZx5Pc736kzX3t-YSgdFfzgE_JuBlR890mSs2hsijhXoaR_62osxdI3TxO5f8M_3lEDSwkA7-FPOQDaCr0398UNGs_OzQImBNUKY0r1KQSoOoWwBpL3Z8Ei-4VtLzwFo/s400/police.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675652103461525346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a><div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Breaking out a smooth criminal, gnome saying?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijgBp7GTZmeRBfauJYS12lZtOGOrbtzZLU4XPz2gOm_cI-Y1jaiC9eew9wzUaYK-mKtS8RiNh_AeGgSQhG2v9JgclzQaszSqZF2P43FlH3ka3Ulp6Dqc0etHBRX3AQGGG4web7vBuLR6Zw/s1600/restaurant.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijgBp7GTZmeRBfauJYS12lZtOGOrbtzZLU4XPz2gOm_cI-Y1jaiC9eew9wzUaYK-mKtS8RiNh_AeGgSQhG2v9JgclzQaszSqZF2P43FlH3ka3Ulp6Dqc0etHBRX3AQGGG4web7vBuLR6Zw/s400/restaurant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675655121889151618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Criminal in front of the restaurant.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyNxN6dY-X06JrtlDXgdlaSVIa3f2PhqS0I97FqyR7eJxfox4B2m3npuzSi5KDiu1OScDLABKJ7XDqTrJeYc1dAEsGZbA9oN0XuvUD5XoBu0Z2sjp09II3hdCF2NAxG6kkZmzWzmghHr9r/s1600/signboards.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyNxN6dY-X06JrtlDXgdlaSVIa3f2PhqS0I97FqyR7eJxfox4B2m3npuzSi5KDiu1OScDLABKJ7XDqTrJeYc1dAEsGZbA9oN0XuvUD5XoBu0Z2sjp09II3hdCF2NAxG6kkZmzWzmghHr9r/s400/signboards.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675655145665541394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Took some photos of the signboards. There's Pacman in here.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_eXc3rfMfMefwCKWS2qeMlfLVApoiQShSpB58Ho3cvje2XPaxrKbS0iH64wDMktVZbno7hHm5X_giq0v6IMpWt1pSsBh-G5NKxsaqw00frIZmT8ITWTT43K7zeKeH1S2bQiwOzGqC4t4d/s1600/kittyrap.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_eXc3rfMfMefwCKWS2qeMlfLVApoiQShSpB58Ho3cvje2XPaxrKbS0iH64wDMktVZbno7hHm5X_giq0v6IMpWt1pSsBh-G5NKxsaqw00frIZmT8ITWTT43K7zeKeH1S2bQiwOzGqC4t4d/s400/kittyrap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675652078756358034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hello Kitty raped.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then the next stop is the Ving Tsun Athletic Association (VTAA). This is one of the most well known place for all Ip Man's lineage students around the world. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-6ep_5zW9mKYyGK5GQMhVmO2rWBrYqQsQsMmtTOE16pPUrcVeJ6zTjsRpDXiWZRYG9nj6mLvIWJOoqaCKUfjJDa3_dlwGE7m9igpHPx_kjiZ9Qf9KrrvAaVnRMNWPmvFgTuEBB5OTzHti/s1600/Vtaa.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-6ep_5zW9mKYyGK5GQMhVmO2rWBrYqQsQsMmtTOE16pPUrcVeJ6zTjsRpDXiWZRYG9nj6mLvIWJOoqaCKUfjJDa3_dlwGE7m9igpHPx_kjiZ9Qf9KrrvAaVnRMNWPmvFgTuEBB5OTzHti/s400/Vtaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675657747251945234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmu1fCeP20exbhDpxczb9o3EM9XP01JzlYGF0b7mafSgobL7qZOi2fJwkzRtxVQJFyJ1SNWx8PGCaR2vPRLkqpMZ3qOgYtjn4ep1_eRO7XpNrLlJ3BTS7SKJrrB7rDjJ_49Mh2SCEAt_Pj/s1600/timetable.jpg" style="text-align: left; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaoOSR78aWhyphenhyphenXtXnPyp6yI5BVt3WAl99uJbVqpCr_oneKOg7yb238RGFJ0bstb-b0UUz0OFs4K6bIch-rEFMOoOEGzYSdsf2HJqqHayhLxmDqTXWrFYDK3iorRJRfN_g_FfLitBnn6_bnl/s400/vtaainside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675657750115197906" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdgAKCtjT0b4Ph37kzMwV6WfDvmGtQLbjuc6alt7y_fX9teiu7phReLt07RW71zmVvY-rA102YeYRFX1ZMbFuMRzkCXLGc14-URdbpQRSNBzDEP7aqOHpZv6Eqt-KAsQW9ZgIa6bn8OfQ/s1600/ipman.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdgAKCtjT0b4Ph37kzMwV6WfDvmGtQLbjuc6alt7y_fX9teiu7phReLt07RW71zmVvY-rA102YeYRFX1ZMbFuMRzkCXLGc14-URdbpQRSNBzDEP7aqOHpZv6Eqt-KAsQW9ZgIa6bn8OfQ/s400/ipman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675649399980131410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">What a cheerful man.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl1MGDCxPohubFik6WSYwTZQ7KjY3jqrVJb60TfTV1Goe_N22oUKwBVEKIgG8USKprz6LklvVkg9MrguInqCb7hN4-mXHIWrARNCm-TAZ7DL2C2pRnSjrXml9404_pNvE63_Eq5g5Q1jYv/s1600/ipching.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl1MGDCxPohubFik6WSYwTZQ7KjY3jqrVJb60TfTV1Goe_N22oUKwBVEKIgG8USKprz6LklvVkg9MrguInqCb7hN4-mXHIWrARNCm-TAZ7DL2C2pRnSjrXml9404_pNvE63_Eq5g5Q1jYv/s400/ipching.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675649390682848402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The man at the corner is the 2nd son of GM Ip Man, GM Ip Ching (basically my great grandfather in my lineage.)</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh059Ghe9pfklH3ERilgCTsyKWPcnRpqBT8PcxYu7yFXm3yK54r7NKFUeCALzrm-JXtDVvyR0iPgAZm5kpxqB6uiNBKPmaWl2eP_1NNhKbq-olbw-cXyE-tWznm1hGVwYWHVJ9bbJKq26mV/s1600/policevan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh059Ghe9pfklH3ERilgCTsyKWPcnRpqBT8PcxYu7yFXm3yK54r7NKFUeCALzrm-JXtDVvyR0iPgAZm5kpxqB6uiNBKPmaWl2eP_1NNhKbq-olbw-cXyE-tWznm1hGVwYWHVJ9bbJKq26mV/s400/policevan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675655117772739874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Criminal is caught!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDVI-E-WDKuv8tf8_W6-0mYNAGZrc4hvtBHmKmihmZ470AURZKtbbgjQlwgk2bAgfCFkRgBEsvxNkmtq_57YOalw3G7yQSWsUuGz_BfoE-HY-_aVfMok3mqDKVFbtd8c8D7G3IOCU4ysyE/s400/balls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675649365899638146" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fair enough. I'll play the grand piano.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then our dinner is at this restaurant called Matchbox Cafe.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVFTTk3QaM-GrOz-Gacy8Qwoitq1z1UilrgMDucRQJZ8uFDxI3C05YPdP50vBrcaN5XLh9UsmOkRMsC_xRzx9TgQvh2VmS9-Q7_soXDvIgoi7YptkWUzQKFhX8f-4nZI9Ub-sWK56ir-uX/s1600/matchbov.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVFTTk3QaM-GrOz-Gacy8Qwoitq1z1UilrgMDucRQJZ8uFDxI3C05YPdP50vBrcaN5XLh9UsmOkRMsC_xRzx9TgQvh2VmS9-Q7_soXDvIgoi7YptkWUzQKFhX8f-4nZI9Ub-sWK56ir-uX/s400/matchbov.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675652090191524418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNLtKBJfTtTEl8mPBip11LF7c17x3RLJbPal2WFwadtWLbWBRPa6mltJ2LMR4ow7vLXXye54FpjrLnxFNXkSpXICXi8hk2Ahvpp_1pkMoUIO6eIwiPHdcOGXuIwqRlvNX2tNUN8c2RcdDS/s1600/food.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNLtKBJfTtTEl8mPBip11LF7c17x3RLJbPal2WFwadtWLbWBRPa6mltJ2LMR4ow7vLXXye54FpjrLnxFNXkSpXICXi8hk2Ahvpp_1pkMoUIO6eIwiPHdcOGXuIwqRlvNX2tNUN8c2RcdDS/s400/food.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675649383296532082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRo-lhMa-wqL0q1KpzKSMdDsHXdbmjrXKpuDfV7AoP9_Qrt-od50KMUKuhmt2hFHk3EbCWqHUwUhD4iCgx-M4ieCLe0gF0Nv-BmpTKedLPmO7Tg2IdMunn6L2ycps260F68b7R6AJpoz83/s1600/bolobao.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRo-lhMa-wqL0q1KpzKSMdDsHXdbmjrXKpuDfV7AoP9_Qrt-od50KMUKuhmt2hFHk3EbCWqHUwUhD4iCgx-M4ieCLe0gF0Nv-BmpTKedLPmO7Tg2IdMunn6L2ycps260F68b7R6AJpoz83/s400/bolobao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675649370230926994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV0WPBYIywQOfvDzyOIjO2UjducSUo-zh-MgcVAH3M0WtrixnPDWbm-gQwLGINFZqpuaC0q2l0wd09Vqc6gXzUYGOhOjLJNpB9fq4ksYMKWqKI4Fb4IP8exHmWHWMJNpFH4G7C6YnS87-C/s1600/coke.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV0WPBYIywQOfvDzyOIjO2UjducSUo-zh-MgcVAH3M0WtrixnPDWbm-gQwLGINFZqpuaC0q2l0wd09Vqc6gXzUYGOhOjLJNpB9fq4ksYMKWqKI4Fb4IP8exHmWHWMJNpFH4G7C6YnS87-C/s400/coke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675826480828035330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hot Coke with lemon and ginger. Good for poisoning one's enemy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Visited one of the best Wing Chun Sifu around. Sifu Kong Chi Keong. He is one of the sifu in Fight Quest (where two angmos will learn certain martial art for a week and then go for the fight). Here is the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=89fOMZyoIYc">link if you're are free</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJeCNwA0Y2vqEyhAW7hpSli5OtmXct-TMFzTNtxdQ9cwd2Gzhv1wUUI9EfTuBgbYNwG2JmkGOSlm_Gt7cTQxTLiVtugaOtVhENexPJytrkehyphenhyphenS4YjwSl1PMTTean3jB5eAT6UB_yOnJ34K/s1600/kck.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJeCNwA0Y2vqEyhAW7hpSli5OtmXct-TMFzTNtxdQ9cwd2Gzhv1wUUI9EfTuBgbYNwG2JmkGOSlm_Gt7cTQxTLiVtugaOtVhENexPJytrkehyphenhyphenS4YjwSl1PMTTean3jB5eAT6UB_yOnJ34K/s400/kck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675652070407264722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Next we went to visit Sifu Cliff Au Yeung. He is the consultant for the Ip Man 2 movie.<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35hSxccz41w"> Here's an interview </a><a>.</a></div><div><a><br /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_l6et2XJoa3QvxqbbHake0moZQkIi-qmPLnZsmV_IPbo9Q-dm0cvKP9YwNe4tM2mFNDvZAn8JQG8m3ArOvSYBeyUTX4IwO53iseHUW6bJpvAT2HzIpi70mytcH5ddP2Pd2NncqY0zg8M/s1600/sifucliff.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_l6et2XJoa3QvxqbbHake0moZQkIi-qmPLnZsmV_IPbo9Q-dm0cvKP9YwNe4tM2mFNDvZAn8JQG8m3ArOvSYBeyUTX4IwO53iseHUW6bJpvAT2HzIpi70mytcH5ddP2Pd2NncqY0zg8M/s400/sifucliff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675655138207206930" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKpCt935TskndFkPubMZddZxA_hBqFzXO91JsT-LBh-I9197UgdrNtjpKWIVv65HXtqiZkXKQ_Bquwz3SVFAZkruCcA00roZQAmk1EhA2JYMm_dZ5oQiL5aTHmTeUCUz_NxIhjPMtQp6-L/s1600/night.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKpCt935TskndFkPubMZddZxA_hBqFzXO91JsT-LBh-I9197UgdrNtjpKWIVv65HXtqiZkXKQ_Bquwz3SVFAZkruCcA00roZQAmk1EhA2JYMm_dZ5oQiL5aTHmTeUCUz_NxIhjPMtQp6-L/s400/night.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675652101476051554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And a night scene in Hong Kong.</div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-71762627759077529562011-11-15T05:29:00.001-08:002011-11-15T18:47:10.735-08:00Hong Kong from my Memory - Day 2 (10.11.11)<div>Day 2:</div><div><br /></div><div>In the morning we sat a train to Foshan, China.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv6m7cNSHoOZZSBHNE38RX1uGNWGDuzdXrUvTt_M3lIcdAbQOrtO7A81AgwnmdomDCvPrD4PA4uckTvZUTPNfibMrSQ9-DCC9Hg5W_haCYMJ2GE3AND_nYIV643Gch1hD0YkL21qZ3sQ6A/s1600/train.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv6m7cNSHoOZZSBHNE38RX1uGNWGDuzdXrUvTt_M3lIcdAbQOrtO7A81AgwnmdomDCvPrD4PA4uckTvZUTPNfibMrSQ9-DCC9Hg5W_haCYMJ2GE3AND_nYIV643Gch1hD0YkL21qZ3sQ6A/s400/train.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675242095753814210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is during train ride.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So we reached the station in Foshan, China after about 3 hours train ride. And the first impression is that, this place is totally rundown. People hanging outside the station looked very suspicious and the place is dirty and old.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So we took a taxi to this kungfu park in Luocun. It's still in Foshan. The park is quite huge and you can see grandparents walking with their grandchildren. And also every part of the park is a hidden radio so there's a song playing while you hang out or do your kungfu.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There are like stone pictures all around like this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqADRalg8_XoWiYSRsQfZMV4im5O2BhIeeRDS4SHdREoAGPyyk64KceJ3lMslc_4_29Qv8aSBaFkIOYnrU00wsF-qO4n3TdZF43ceIzFwtXzRA4dXq5bqKG-rAAnHTg0ZP8Evs2yjM7Jnb/s1600/luocun.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqADRalg8_XoWiYSRsQfZMV4im5O2BhIeeRDS4SHdREoAGPyyk64KceJ3lMslc_4_29Qv8aSBaFkIOYnrU00wsF-qO4n3TdZF43ceIzFwtXzRA4dXq5bqKG-rAAnHTg0ZP8Evs2yjM7Jnb/s400/luocun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675220921361383090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Every pictures on the wall tells a folklore. But about what I dunno. I can't read chinese.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf6HHs5Ag30A7qPuXCJ0PtIQ9iZloVOfbS45JvTkFKzCcME0Y7XMTkk1o5CKFXaizS-SYLHmZ5ZIeILZH4YzMrL1PvTyIDrqUGBnSXLixMyPa_265DCwRMAVDHD-KuO-4OE03ezXOvGHYK/s1600/stress.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf6HHs5Ag30A7qPuXCJ0PtIQ9iZloVOfbS45JvTkFKzCcME0Y7XMTkk1o5CKFXaizS-SYLHmZ5ZIeILZH4YzMrL1PvTyIDrqUGBnSXLixMyPa_265DCwRMAVDHD-KuO-4OE03ezXOvGHYK/s400/stress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675220949064456210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dunno what it says. But this dude seems stressed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ4yam8VpMItkfGU7x2N4ZFYbgIPesY5m6pzBb1SQ4h5QImW3ymBMRNV0wl_F9t162GZ-L90gVbBPgUBVVD4mOkOqNStsz2rWLhAKcIGNiSlZ_PlVZCecQTfWM5A74PILjEKeFqTltRleo/s1600/statues.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ4yam8VpMItkfGU7x2N4ZFYbgIPesY5m6pzBb1SQ4h5QImW3ymBMRNV0wl_F9t162GZ-L90gVbBPgUBVVD4mOkOqNStsz2rWLhAKcIGNiSlZ_PlVZCecQTfWM5A74PILjEKeFqTltRleo/s400/statues.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675220935176206578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the coolest part of the park. A statue of Grandmaster Ip Man. Because he was born here.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Our next stop is the Ip Man Tong (Museum?). Its is one of 2 other museum in this huge place. There's a restaurant, temple, toilets, bookstore and a Wong Fei Hung museum inside it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9aRqib78beaZ3SoEKZ5xxUwzBtjPZHzKt78dzzfqEsXWFBhlt_mOVsRiEeFWbqY1Hg2vpZqkLE29-8z6qa_ui4MioNtJm2GV10nE5ue4bMIeeujOjwUO0eX5wO6tGTUVtsPKJO1w8-XZ2/s1600/ipmantong.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9aRqib78beaZ3SoEKZ5xxUwzBtjPZHzKt78dzzfqEsXWFBhlt_mOVsRiEeFWbqY1Hg2vpZqkLE29-8z6qa_ui4MioNtJm2GV10nE5ue4bMIeeujOjwUO0eX5wO6tGTUVtsPKJO1w8-XZ2/s400/ipmantong.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675216988549787250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The entrace to the Ip Man Tong</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXuotsypTCaRhoUrG1PbiLD-qOxAoRwO1OL5H0eRUBIPCVQJn1JeZsjEKp_IMnLiK9aFO-2oc-X5OV9JgSoPT1ovNTv3BN4fOgt3TAcJS20qKYdnDwA70g9NEcQ2niMHHmK3uJJtlzixl/s1600/ipmantongsign.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXuotsypTCaRhoUrG1PbiLD-qOxAoRwO1OL5H0eRUBIPCVQJn1JeZsjEKp_IMnLiK9aFO-2oc-X5OV9JgSoPT1ovNTv3BN4fOgt3TAcJS20qKYdnDwA70g9NEcQ2niMHHmK3uJJtlzixl/s400/ipmantongsign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675220913225219394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">First sign that greets.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUBciv5DDGUiUVetulruxj4ryVpFETqsbxUYl1pgiUE5RgPGKjk4-hRWuB_XyOeTilaCeL4kXNC9x3iPyS37P6v8YqJOFS89j3KleHZEBJlfO2QHysdrSy-6lX804eJRdRkMzgX5tJnCuv/s1600/woodendummy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUBciv5DDGUiUVetulruxj4ryVpFETqsbxUYl1pgiUE5RgPGKjk4-hRWuB_XyOeTilaCeL4kXNC9x3iPyS37P6v8YqJOFS89j3KleHZEBJlfO2QHysdrSy-6lX804eJRdRkMzgX5tJnCuv/s400/woodendummy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675242113866939586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">GM Ip Man's original wooden dummy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3xHSi3Gwe0ygFjUP8j0PoO7b1IdvOaKv79LHZzBBTuGdonBNrmfBuL7j3Hf6FQVOoD9l6CobB6Y0dBV6FNjhFNHns68LEllBBiIRNYXZoYOS7ZcTtNi6Hj9wX7JcPiPSIsxDRb7oC_fLs/s1600/ipman.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3xHSi3Gwe0ygFjUP8j0PoO7b1IdvOaKv79LHZzBBTuGdonBNrmfBuL7j3Hf6FQVOoD9l6CobB6Y0dBV6FNjhFNHns68LEllBBiIRNYXZoYOS7ZcTtNi6Hj9wX7JcPiPSIsxDRb7oC_fLs/s400/ipman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675216980607824610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWOmcqZf9hfTZX8NnL1YV59E0P09qVaTrPylzI2b6bsLrJEKGMfswEnUeU_sIB89xFrTj_ep_BjRcXJDrh-kPe8XH_pWw3Eh5IfIOYyHq38NZYvNC_T0rS7fg4dNgDlQZXfn-To3Pasas/s1600/IMG_0203.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWOmcqZf9hfTZX8NnL1YV59E0P09qVaTrPylzI2b6bsLrJEKGMfswEnUeU_sIB89xFrTj_ep_BjRcXJDrh-kPe8XH_pWw3Eh5IfIOYyHq38NZYvNC_T0rS7fg4dNgDlQZXfn-To3Pasas/s400/IMG_0203.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675216978355783890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Passport. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There are lots of stuffs to see inside there. Like his I.C., walking stick, pen and even his desk. And there are few original letters written by Bruce Lee himself that can be seen too. His handwriting is quite horrible though.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMirgGCLfTEIHybSmAKQEJ4fPsX8WaIM9QDOQoLMKuE8pc-_ikQPxikNQu9FSY20Eqy32KFV6B6Jikd-JpLwehD2sw-w3v4h5ih7xQ2OA9h6Ms4mPsNMRspdyAApFAo0Py6aNwo_Yp6hNa/s1600/aunties.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMirgGCLfTEIHybSmAKQEJ4fPsX8WaIM9QDOQoLMKuE8pc-_ikQPxikNQu9FSY20Eqy32KFV6B6Jikd-JpLwehD2sw-w3v4h5ih7xQ2OA9h6Ms4mPsNMRspdyAApFAo0Py6aNwo_Yp6hNa/s400/aunties.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675216957025840018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Walking on the way to the Wong Fei Hung (Huang Fei Hung) museum, we can see old folks gambling in the park just like in China. Oh ya, this is China.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpUi3dDyHpQVf8vFr84yqs8PiRd4z9RcUYSVqGFaykj4rk_rJnemm3YOyN4-cP2H_Y0Z5Homv66Ux3LB0B7VexWdrASK69acp-yztvHJtuVcLThMgkp3GLDUfD7v44GJsbQBkcEyNIMcL/s1600/wongfeihung.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpUi3dDyHpQVf8vFr84yqs8PiRd4z9RcUYSVqGFaykj4rk_rJnemm3YOyN4-cP2H_Y0Z5Homv66Ux3LB0B7VexWdrASK69acp-yztvHJtuVcLThMgkp3GLDUfD7v44GJsbQBkcEyNIMcL/s400/wongfeihung.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675242104075203410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The real Wong Fei Hung. Not as puny and handsome as Jet Li.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwI7ptkLqzPvSGLfhL2o-VgSacEoytaIYJDOw9FJSFt4GhlcMHMRlTFnJJHgFWxUxF785UW4GzmQbPygX30uIaJ91gGaly9xJQo1S1k66fGjWt5Atgu3swCpScO0Hhqm40Y6_nvfdAQaEi/s400/dummy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675216958218983634" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">His lion head and wooden dummy for his martial art style (Hung Kuen, if not mistaken)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQHEo2UUWmWaVancUlXsFuFMNcXAjtTePfqys3URrcRfV2ViOx-Lku7Fi1iKiphzhf5oKub3gB4pmT16aGZYq73OdjdIBSZU61KNTnrYTsRn1oxA5aDOC_IBnuRoZF_H8EVwErra8dc9o0/s1600/pochilam.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQHEo2UUWmWaVancUlXsFuFMNcXAjtTePfqys3URrcRfV2ViOx-Lku7Fi1iKiphzhf5oKub3gB4pmT16aGZYq73OdjdIBSZU61KNTnrYTsRn1oxA5aDOC_IBnuRoZF_H8EVwErra8dc9o0/s400/pochilam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675220929397322658" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is Poh Chi Lam. Wong Fei Hung's medicine shop.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Of course, every vacation there is a shitty part. We missed our train back to HK. And in the end have to sit a bus to a subway station. (The drivers there are nuts.). And from the subway to another subway and spend quite a huge amount of money for a new train ticket back to HK.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We left China around 7:15pm and reached only in the hotel around 12am+.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sleep!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-50394450529706736682011-11-14T03:26:00.001-08:002011-11-14T08:49:25.279-08:00Hong Kong from my Memory - Day 1 (9.11.11)<div style="text-align: left;">Day 1:</div><div><br /></div><div>Sleep about an hour in the hotel due to the milk tea(?), and also someone kept on coughing and shaking the entire bed >3.</div><div><br /></div><div>When got ready, we went to a mini mart to get some bread and stuffs like that. Then started our journey to Fanling.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPNmgZdiI5hWEwS7j1emDeb9sHRGMuglqf36Y4CfyRWtsD1NJlYw1HhHDXrbNoyKZ1N-cHrF0If-1VW0UWWiJsGsm4vTQijQ0mEgIv-9NUQ6uOuatPEoe3D0G9iT1zCMWYDYuaiTk7jUu/s1600/railway.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPNmgZdiI5hWEwS7j1emDeb9sHRGMuglqf36Y4CfyRWtsD1NJlYw1HhHDXrbNoyKZ1N-cHrF0If-1VW0UWWiJsGsm4vTQijQ0mEgIv-9NUQ6uOuatPEoe3D0G9iT1zCMWYDYuaiTk7jUu/s400/railway.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674829339625141938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a railway.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The reason is to pay a visit to my Great Great Wing Chun Grandmaster Ip Man's grave. It's a little hike up a small hill, which you will be greated by this on the way up:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTvvTsJ1iq4pMsbCiamuwScvtHQzgw0wKmhbtdG_b0QWOnbJDPVagiz8r7S8Xo-zQcq-YsXHlUN-nIAm4z8AF7QnqQ_qzj5tlsJeLK-i7x967Iy05EvHCzPFvC1DerLDwlaKwveHa5W64u/s1600/signboard.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTvvTsJ1iq4pMsbCiamuwScvtHQzgw0wKmhbtdG_b0QWOnbJDPVagiz8r7S8Xo-zQcq-YsXHlUN-nIAm4z8AF7QnqQ_qzj5tlsJeLK-i7x967Iy05EvHCzPFvC1DerLDwlaKwveHa5W64u/s400/signboard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674829328009787458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Error.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It was drizzling on the way there and by the time we reached the grave we are already soaked.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixjB4S5IFhwsqyXvx8cutPFxal1QouUdBP_ZvR8ldSXuMS5H_m5mRuPPrTjy8YmJM9-weNWKY95OdiM8g9K9NhGoJhhKdqrpCPuxW1emrySxUgwmyELGkh9aQVB-2pIea0ljyYJX-cyesp/s1600/grave.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixjB4S5IFhwsqyXvx8cutPFxal1QouUdBP_ZvR8ldSXuMS5H_m5mRuPPrTjy8YmJM9-weNWKY95OdiM8g9K9NhGoJhhKdqrpCPuxW1emrySxUgwmyELGkh9aQVB-2pIea0ljyYJX-cyesp/s400/grave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674812740277742162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now, I don't know if anybody else felt the same way, but when I was standing there I just got a feeling that I wanna hang out there. It's like meeting a long lost grandfather. Or maybe I'm just starstrucked. Either way, it feels very sad to leave this place.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, next we went to the subway and rode the MTR to another part of HK which I can't remember anymore. But looks like this:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHc-pEY9zlZa_oct54XvPkbxe7d1TjvMSOJWlZIIJkG-seqTOz3fV4a-Fpos5Fww8lytO7C2HQJISS30E4gGXCgKxrXFi5Ko2iiGPFwTrWlkBiw7yykjjWY0DM6R-NuoVvncJxzOopb0y1/s1600/street.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHc-pEY9zlZa_oct54XvPkbxe7d1TjvMSOJWlZIIJkG-seqTOz3fV4a-Fpos5Fww8lytO7C2HQJISS30E4gGXCgKxrXFi5Ko2iiGPFwTrWlkBiw7yykjjWY0DM6R-NuoVvncJxzOopb0y1/s400/street.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674827367452961858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a>And then we walked walked walked walked to a certain abandon mall. Inside the mall there's a tiny restaurant. Seems like alot of Hong Kong celebrities went to eat. We got those:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_10jNFG98oKCvq0doboVAJE0-9dh_HUchw5q2oMob4rJr2TFgV7b6gzTwVMth4HPujxeXEwxhxnmOBnaFbuAqAdfpca5qEZSSqO759Avb_HrNnTgr8EDbB_BWp36CQVI7yawfGfOVRCbY/s1600/CIMG3159.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_10jNFG98oKCvq0doboVAJE0-9dh_HUchw5q2oMob4rJr2TFgV7b6gzTwVMth4HPujxeXEwxhxnmOBnaFbuAqAdfpca5qEZSSqO759Avb_HrNnTgr8EDbB_BWp36CQVI7yawfGfOVRCbY/s400/CIMG3159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674812708438102178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mee with cheese sauce. Looks plain but tastes like heaven.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw7bRYX5Gp5ykayoq2606pVrOT0jieUIBPIsi9mRYhtU6Dq1ZLRgaDFTIRtLC-2qVSIYat8-yQs3CAohsO9TFtiAcoatiJyjPtjq_eDYfEDA5K9SrH2W8X-RzSm0cWrZI25CVpIgJHn371/s1600/food1.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw7bRYX5Gp5ykayoq2606pVrOT0jieUIBPIsi9mRYhtU6Dq1ZLRgaDFTIRtLC-2qVSIYat8-yQs3CAohsO9TFtiAcoatiJyjPtjq_eDYfEDA5K9SrH2W8X-RzSm0cWrZI25CVpIgJHn371/s400/food1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674812720606965842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And this is really good. Dunno what is it called tho. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So after all the food we went to the Hong Kong Museum in another part which I can't remember the name anymore. There are too many pictures taken here, but i'll just post a few and try to explain as what i remember.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />The museum is separated into few parts. It starts from the beginning of HK (which is 100,000,000 years ago) till now.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXRrxSSyquDTLyiLcz2rBjX4igiOkUqDDGDeztj7AwrEAVSP10gSyITvJwwkBM2mCeMerd0Mp0S7HhI8tRyn44F_X0QP3rr9hCmxoo0cOhpHvzLxuKh9NwFuTGyrxVWABV8J7HZCAFbK0/s400/kuno.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674814555453938946" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You thought I was jesting? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd31YuQqUIW6gx2YOP6jFuvYYbiKSAAK31C1-Ev6FlOkMgXyDkUufqRQaXfVgz3vepo0-s6cFZYK1pfAF04IyanPdbypoT95Y_fJhP6SMIqUFw67to1KT87aLn29MseqzxEGHUXmeLJq9J/s1600/orgasli.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd31YuQqUIW6gx2YOP6jFuvYYbiKSAAK31C1-Ev6FlOkMgXyDkUufqRQaXfVgz3vepo0-s6cFZYK1pfAF04IyanPdbypoT95Y_fJhP6SMIqUFw67to1KT87aLn29MseqzxEGHUXmeLJq9J/s400/orgasli.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674830553452572978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes. He is making a grand piano.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5pzttdte9T-aI1uObOp-fk7uLuK-LFz87ffN2a28qBGXz_9QEVkdQZL2WlZ8TJTm8dieS4KjMFLIOtAeiDc4l-m4yvAdcDRVDx8B1vc8mw7FRMnq16w5qwZ-J5ErFA9Ivzwj2OtRFDrZ/s1600/oldshopmusuem.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5pzttdte9T-aI1uObOp-fk7uLuK-LFz87ffN2a28qBGXz_9QEVkdQZL2WlZ8TJTm8dieS4KjMFLIOtAeiDc4l-m4yvAdcDRVDx8B1vc8mw7FRMnq16w5qwZ-J5ErFA9Ivzwj2OtRFDrZ/s400/oldshopmusuem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674830560643730722" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The olden times mini mart.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6IJ8KTIbwLGU32E0AqcoonlkCJvqhZtdBD81sFkXsBbwSwc3RLH1AltBmgxnXYDxj85oWOiidccPdvOfDQuIAaVJDT3cJecbEtvP2pjmJoMm4TC8vJIz6-JwzDx3KtN1RSX6oRswvEjr/s1600/mysuen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6IJ8KTIbwLGU32E0AqcoonlkCJvqhZtdBD81sFkXsBbwSwc3RLH1AltBmgxnXYDxj85oWOiidccPdvOfDQuIAaVJDT3cJecbEtvP2pjmJoMm4TC8vJIz6-JwzDx3KtN1RSX6oRswvEjr/s400/mysuen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674814575597490562" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some clan house or restaurant? Can't remember.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiD7pbubRmknfVtjqHNargfIREvW4c7r3g0ludcGXuWxvjyH7ysqw8txoeGJqeTmS6i-14F4dNg67-JCv7oVS77dU0AzAGOv46wR9CuzFGmpZoy8FHcMuMvzHBLct1-MbI-zZ-iHlsAFts/s1600/boat.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiD7pbubRmknfVtjqHNargfIREvW4c7r3g0ludcGXuWxvjyH7ysqw8txoeGJqeTmS6i-14F4dNg67-JCv7oVS77dU0AzAGOv46wR9CuzFGmpZoy8FHcMuMvzHBLct1-MbI-zZ-iHlsAFts/s400/boat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674891022963822354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Merchant boat I think. There's a wax old lady "selling" stuffs inside, kinda creepy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRoNnogSAc0si5H-mFLkA5r63xVWtVCeFhn6ITvV3KTzCQNiqy3-jEWSYDF-AKvnEWFIBEN4wVSjVt_1R6zGAqDhovIaTqBf2b_NtwTrRKxGXDgrWuItVkRiVLlyQKw9TSeRFIgwQ0kKLf/s1600/medicineshopoutside.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRoNnogSAc0si5H-mFLkA5r63xVWtVCeFhn6ITvV3KTzCQNiqy3-jEWSYDF-AKvnEWFIBEN4wVSjVt_1R6zGAqDhovIaTqBf2b_NtwTrRKxGXDgrWuItVkRiVLlyQKw9TSeRFIgwQ0kKLf/s400/medicineshopoutside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674891025664020722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Entrance into the medicine hall.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpm6iWht_6-LPHj4t_RBN-W0RdaZEhPjc3-Karv7I3ym93BRyNfdWiMycdzBSB8jW96-dxy6TAyyTMQQX56JSR2jjTkVSUXe9hqChGA9-nBtKx2uJNySLT4rVVqGulr2ZaBb8E7t-BO7cN/s1600/medicineshop.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpm6iWht_6-LPHj4t_RBN-W0RdaZEhPjc3-Karv7I3ym93BRyNfdWiMycdzBSB8jW96-dxy6TAyyTMQQX56JSR2jjTkVSUXe9hqChGA9-nBtKx2uJNySLT4rVVqGulr2ZaBb8E7t-BO7cN/s400/medicineshop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674814568029039922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ah, medicines.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2K2HTKvsbP1GRPqpnsuldwPsQy5JU3vjeeFnTyDo8sz0Mb3HsYisOp5A2KCwjO1BeTbrgYwar2m6yX19fOXQYMlvij9_iUuZZQ62V_qFG3P3qavvPHfMiVYxRTKdfv4GEh2BQPNbWbccE/s1600/innerwall.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2K2HTKvsbP1GRPqpnsuldwPsQy5JU3vjeeFnTyDo8sz0Mb3HsYisOp5A2KCwjO1BeTbrgYwar2m6yX19fOXQYMlvij9_iUuZZQ62V_qFG3P3qavvPHfMiVYxRTKdfv4GEh2BQPNbWbccE/s400/innerwall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674814541921702018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">City in surrounding walls.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzxvyDEin9hIr2Xvpj5XE7rL4YO2wExxPrDPwVDIq__VnfMLlcunBjaUkUX9LN3VlCwsLrbqt17dRtisL8truapeTMpnGoVmuhMQSGp01D0P_FGXdBFT3PlPEke8F70ld-Wsy__m7RAsqp/s1600/exam.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzxvyDEin9hIr2Xvpj5XE7rL4YO2wExxPrDPwVDIq__VnfMLlcunBjaUkUX9LN3VlCwsLrbqt17dRtisL8truapeTMpnGoVmuhMQSGp01D0P_FGXdBFT3PlPEke8F70ld-Wsy__m7RAsqp/s400/exam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674812712943991666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the exam room for those who are taking exams to go up higher ranks in their work place. They will do the exams, eat, and sleep (nothing written about pooping or peeing) in that box for 11 (around this number) days in it. I'd rather be a farmer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then we proceeded to the Avenue of Stars. Where the walk way is pasted with names of celebrities of Hong Kong and their hand prints. Those who are dead before the Avenue is made doesn't have any hand prints on their names. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXRrxSSyquDTLyiLcz2rBjX4igiOkUqDDGDeztj7AwrEAVSP10gSyITvJwwkBM2mCeMerd0Mp0S7HhI8tRyn44F_X0QP3rr9hCmxoo0cOhpHvzLxuKh9NwFuTGyrxVWABV8J7HZCAFbK0/s1600/kuno.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwx50Ke5ohxLr7vlN-lh7-pPcAGlw6Ym7S9JPOojJO4e06b1tbV-bDVTjpgjiuV9TYo-_dgBjOGmpSpGn_C0T16TuN-uZy3wAJJqu0FQNf8VCgIPgkgqcmVRwrMxr2EfYPfXwRo55JWtJ/s1600/jackiechan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwx50Ke5ohxLr7vlN-lh7-pPcAGlw6Ym7S9JPOojJO4e06b1tbV-bDVTjpgjiuV9TYo-_dgBjOGmpSpGn_C0T16TuN-uZy3wAJJqu0FQNf8VCgIPgkgqcmVRwrMxr2EfYPfXwRo55JWtJ/s400/jackiechan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674814545102347314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jackie Chan's prints!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">However, no Donnie Yen :<</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5PtW9v0IVdHtH5PxWYEu8oELfe9d2ltq90N_5lmUvIptEuLkdYqCWlTeOK70WpXbtO8TBdSynnDiNJx8hRtXazSyqF6Rh_1l8-LZdOzhs9XeVHomzEgRq1IoAAgAHj7qADP15xJIU1pO/s1600/brucelee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5PtW9v0IVdHtH5PxWYEu8oELfe9d2ltq90N_5lmUvIptEuLkdYqCWlTeOK70WpXbtO8TBdSynnDiNJx8hRtXazSyqF6Rh_1l8-LZdOzhs9XeVHomzEgRq1IoAAgAHj7qADP15xJIU1pO/s400/brucelee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674812704177224130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Who is this man?</div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The nicest part of the Avenue of Stars is the background view of the sea. The beauty of it can't be captured on camera and you have to go there yourself to see it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On our way back, we saw some couples kissing excitingly in a park. Seems like quite a common thing to do stuffs like there (fun fact!).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Emm, ya, I think it's about all for today. Feet hurts like mad due to all the walkings (more than 10 hours of walkings and standings in the MRT! fun fact!)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-21902182417982719822011-11-13T22:56:00.001-08:002011-11-14T00:04:22.128-08:00Hong Kong from my Memory - Day 0 (8.11.11)<div style="text-align: left;">This is the first time i'm writing a travel post. So far I've seen a few bloggers who writes such stuffs and alot of times they write the things that they themselves wanna read. Lame!</div><div><br /></div><div>So my journal will be straight to the point, written with facts that I'll try to remember. And you get interesting facts like no other!</div><div><br /></div><div>Day 0:</div><div>Our plane took off around 3:40 pm. And today i realize that I can't pee on the plane. I went in the toilet with quite a full bladder, and I stood there. For quite some time and nothing is going on. It's like when I was standing the pee is gone. Then went I came out of the toilet, quite a number of people are already waiting outside. :( Anyway, when I sat down, my bladder got full again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>And just like every single damn travel blog in the WWW, you definitely need to have a picture taken from the plane window:</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tiL4Z2b_q2bav1K97XXjCM1M4FoSyif7l5og3JFwMF8xuRyaN-KRB3FYXxBFbKGZHITnLM0kUglAT5lFlK0M3bkyG8Kq_vrM2WQyBkf9xS30rhxN76axYZQnorkmvmJlUivnSq9H2yWr/s400/IMG_0157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674752366922154354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fulfilled my quota.</div><div><br /></div><div>Arrive in HK around 7:20 pm. When I was at the airport, I got a nice feeling knowing that all Hong Kong stars actually walked around here before. </div><div>So we took MTR (sort of LRT train thing), to Tsing Yi to have dinner.</div><div>Then we see this in the waiting area.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd9lu5Gqv5iQWwiGPV1xzRJU38Wc6SA-NYmVks01174q7K2Jssv5h7Cx1dnHV2lmd8Zsz6wR1W4KCnfClt8MKIgXgoBFOzzZ-JUHf2H9ZERq1DIuoob4oIBGSOB2u85UCjeepKHPpKwHz0/s400/IMG_0159.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674745217822934674" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dunno what are those. </div><div><br /></div><div>But we went to a restaurant which have random quotes on the walls and mirrors like this:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUP7XzJbcC8y5AO3aCkVeQ3JRUHyAS___xMLQcM-x5jUoE6DivYOzPk93v-5-qkOxA1Pl9gDHM1ffq3goMB68JorZjQOinykLTaGA1OiFjhDU3PRU532Ogl_oWpD8xk_X8EasOQKK8VE6/s1600/sickpc.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUP7XzJbcC8y5AO3aCkVeQ3JRUHyAS___xMLQcM-x5jUoE6DivYOzPk93v-5-qkOxA1Pl9gDHM1ffq3goMB68JorZjQOinykLTaGA1OiFjhDU3PRU532Ogl_oWpD8xk_X8EasOQKK8VE6/s400/sickpc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674753833641379074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">What moments in time?</div><div><br /></div><div>I had this:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUX3Nnwiq3pIR6a1QUMOdaKpnS8b2YMDsYQxXo3J32b1eqmWkmF-uFYIObx2Npouy27-0KNzbCQRsrqRdN3wO4-aa7DZvJxsi08re8BI5BITZkbjxdz_EIvuBNa806qTMF_CHzzNyqfwVg/s1600/dryrice.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUX3Nnwiq3pIR6a1QUMOdaKpnS8b2YMDsYQxXo3J32b1eqmWkmF-uFYIObx2Npouy27-0KNzbCQRsrqRdN3wO4-aa7DZvJxsi08re8BI5BITZkbjxdz_EIvuBNa806qTMF_CHzzNyqfwVg/s400/dryrice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674746476807301234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>And also a cup of milk tea. Food is good. But rice is dry like desert. NG! Then we went on to have a dessert. Something like a mango pudding with some yogurt or ice cream or something inside. Went to the hotel by a taxi after this. Which is kinda cool, cause I finally got to sit the taxi that we always see in every HK drama.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, that bugger overshot the hotel and dropped us further away, so we had to walk.</div><div><br /></div><div>The hotel we stayed is called Panda Hotel. Which is on the 3rd floor of a mall called panda mall. Or that is what I think. On Panda Street, with a logistic company called Panda Logistic.<br /><br />There's alot of pandas figurines and soft toys of pandas and huge ass panda playing piano. But alas, I was too lazy to take the pictures. Just google yerself. Heh. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Nlgn7EH6BdeJ8RgReznXpZnkalBafjKpKzAICsiUcqr3fy1vpReQMEDAqAIUESShw51YtuuD8rbkXt-s979tws5vSXV54OCIFed3hlZNiIYcvzzC0iKqaGfHZzDDvWzbY-Y_Uk-pdg13/s1600/pictyre.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Nlgn7EH6BdeJ8RgReznXpZnkalBafjKpKzAICsiUcqr3fy1vpReQMEDAqAIUESShw51YtuuD8rbkXt-s979tws5vSXV54OCIFed3hlZNiIYcvzzC0iKqaGfHZzDDvWzbY-Y_Uk-pdg13/s400/pictyre.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674748794286556498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The words read: My love with grow with you.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqh0s6af7D3g9oXW_xXQWwriZOeCz4mPxc4fgFFcWLPEL6nBVjD11qe2cNkmO0-mFyBuUMm8xbQwpriYMHBQxpwSjnk5D_giiVfmH9i7pEXFeRNp_o-YLXmxbQIKR5L_lRtTwarVYIuWYu/s1600/outsideote.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqh0s6af7D3g9oXW_xXQWwriZOeCz4mPxc4fgFFcWLPEL6nBVjD11qe2cNkmO0-mFyBuUMm8xbQwpriYMHBQxpwSjnk5D_giiVfmH9i7pEXFeRNp_o-YLXmxbQIKR5L_lRtTwarVYIuWYu/s400/outsideote.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674749450040698738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div>This is what is outside of the hotel window. I'm amused by the color of the basketball court.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGsbu2nB5md0pY9_FFZVXsVEbxV0J_q9VYmqZIzDU-5TawmVcXMugxPswW1AS5lmojxp7OVfWFtQKSROZxP27w65vJLtJlgUKG5J2K2gYYri39pFabz7B_5zaiYeIqyLhMbW3eeamuUsF6/s400/outside2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674750589516417058" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Outside the hotel window.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">By the way, when we reached the hotel its about 11pm+. So the pictures inside of the hotel or from the hotel window was actually taken during the last day (Fun facts!).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh ya, and then I went to poop. While trying to wipe certain parts, I accidentally dipped my hands into the toilet bowl. Somehow its either the toilet bowls there are shallow or the waters are high. (Fun facts!)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Went to bed after that!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-76992346163441249322011-11-08T18:19:00.001-08:002011-11-08T18:19:33.574-08:00I&apos;m in Hong Kong!Will write down the journal of my trip when I'm back on SundayUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-22002138722903645752011-11-04T10:55:00.000-07:002011-11-04T11:21:31.487-07:00Hey! Free custom 8-bit ringtone!<div style="text-align: left;">Finally did my own first 8-bit Ringtone. 8-bit is cool, nostalgic and eternal. You should totally get an 8-bit ringtone from stranger like. And wow! You can download for free!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It might sound familiar if you listen to my songs (maybe around about as many as 1 of you knows this...)</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/anO_c-mt/8bit-FlyMe.html?">Here's a link for the mp3 file</a>.</div><div><a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/zyHOWiN-/8bit-FlyMe.html?">Here's one for iPhone</a>.</div><br />Here is a free link towards my own free<a href="http://www.facebook.com/likealostghost"> music</a> (which worth at around that price range)!<div>And since I'm in a generous mood, here's a gift from me to you.<div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MJJoj-yjWPkH81xBoEbUN3S0fh57wvPBOQTb0HV3dQCJK20QbU3a7L2DC_LloazY2PxBvg-N3MnXZowjyMagfYZ3V1n8DzzjutSuUsl6H6cTqXq5lp0dUxIas8xzlw__PpRc_Q_1Fd1h/s400/gift.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671204656509999954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-26191716004575507392011-11-01T11:55:00.000-07:002011-11-01T13:14:20.220-07:00Whore?<blockquote></blockquote>The word "whore" sure has change it's meaning these past years. It used to be a word for prostitute but nowadays the meaning of the word is now "addict".<div><br /></div><div>Example, you take a lot picture of yourself and people starts calling you a cam-whore. If you love to beat up weak kids then you are a bully-whore. You love McDonalds? McWhore. If you always have sex with random people then people will call you just-a-whore. If your friend also have alot of random sex, then you best call your friend just-another-whore.</div><div><br /></div><div>But on the subject on taking pictures. Notice those fellas in your Facebook that changes their profile pictures all the time ? Yup! Those are not only cam-whores but attention-seeking-whores. Why do I say that? Let me teach you a lesson. This is a report that I spent alot of time reporting. Heh</div><div><br /></div><div>First of all to understand the "victims" I put myself in their shoes/heels and I think to myself questions like:</div><div><br /></div><div>"Why do I keep taking pictures of myself so much?"</div><div>"How come I keep changing my profile picture?"</div><div>"It is because my face is different?"</div><div>"I lost a nose hole?"</div><div>"Do I feel good when people "likes" and "comments"?"</div><div>"Do I like the attention given to my handsome/beautiful/photoshopped face?"</div><div>"I have no mirrors in my house?"</div><div><br /></div><div>And after few hours of playing Naruto on PSP, I got the answers! And I realize the victims are (<i>please note that those in this categories are kids who changes their profile picture in less than a month of the last uploaded picture. What??? Can't survive without changing your damn picture for a month?</i> <i>Whore!</i>):</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Usually single (mostly girls), who keeps changing their picture to show whoever that is in their friend lists that they are some hot sexy momma. Let me break it down. I'll use a female victim as an example.</div><div><ul><li>Takes a picture in fancy restaurant with girlfriends. Upload. Because "omg!! I wanna show you that I don't need guys to survive cause I have my girlfriendss uh huh! xoxo gossip girls" but at the same time "hopefully guys will see that I'm single because my profile picture has no guys".</li><li>Takes a picture with make-up on. Upload. Because "Now all the guys can the "different", "sexier" side of me. Mmhmmm <3<3". (Holy cow, this is common as the act of peeing.)</li><li>Takes a picture in a peaceful scenery (Usually beach, mountains). Upload. Because "I'm a nature loving person therefore, I have natural beauty (gnome sayin?). So guys should totally go out with me."</li><li>Takes a picture in a sexy dress which never worn before. Upload. Because "Now all the guys can the "different", "sexier" side of me. Mmhmmm <3<3"</li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Reminder: If a person uploads all those picture at least more than a month apart, then it doesn't apply to them anymore.</span></li></ul></div><div>2. Usually those (again, mostly girls) who just broke up, tries to put on pictures of them showing that they are "enjoying life" without the ex-partner. Again, a girl as an example:</div><div><ul><li>Takes picture of her and friends in a club. Upload. Because "SEE!!!! I'M ENJOYING LIFE WITHOUT YOU!! I DON'T NEED YOU AT ALL! HAHAHA! LOOK AT ME DANCING!"</li><li>Takes picture of her hugging a guy in a club. Upload. Because "NAO I'M HUGGING THIS HOT DUDE!!!! WOWW IM WANTED BY MANY HEHEHE I DONT NEED YOU!!!"</li><li>Takes picture of travelling somewhere else. Upload. Because "just to pissed the ex off"</li><li>Tips for such victim: Honestly, we all know when you're trying too hard. So please stop.</li></ul></div><div>3. Attention deprived kids. This victim uploads him/herself (mostly guys) doing "crazy stuffs" like taking a picture on toilet bowls. Peeing. Planking. And stuffs he thinks its "cool" and "hip" and "so punk rock" and "assholery". Then when people comments and praise how "crazy" is him then he feels like a "rock star" which in reality "an idiot" or "a retarded monkey".</div><div><br /></div><div>4. Obsessive boyfriend and/or girlfriend and/or couple. This is as irritating as ants in your unwashed torn undies. Examples are:</div><div><ul><li>Pictures of dinner. I can assure you 112% about 80% of couples in your FB have this picture. The girlfriend sitting in front of a plate of food (usually some western food) holding the freaking knife and fork and smiling. Then next picture is the boyfriend's picture opening his mouth, meat in a fork/knife and pretending to eat. Why? To show you that they are a happy couple who eats together happily.</li><li>Picture of travel or overseas (studies). Usually in a thick winter clothing, arm in arms (with occasionally sunglasses). This is to show that they are a happy couple in a cold country but still able the share the warmth from each other . And to remind you that you are alone at home and a right hand as a companion.</li><li>Pictures of scenery. Basically its like a wedding picture. Posing together in a forest. Beach. Cemetery. Just to tell you that their "love is perfect and everlasting" like the picture which cannot be deleted because FB keeps everything forever.</li><li>Every comment which goes "aww", "so sweet!", "you guys are perfect!" and "your gf is fat" is usually replied by (mostly the gf) ,"thanks :) <3 <3" and a boost for their love to each other. What is wrong with the world.</li></ul><div>So the most important question. How do we end this abominations (of desolation)?</div></div><div>Simple. These 2 steps will changed lives!</div><div>1. We should stop click the like button! Click "report this photo" instead!</div><div>2. Stop commenting on them in their picture! Comment on how hot the "random guy" is at the corner of the picture instead!</div><div><br /></div><div>Summary. What all victims share is the attention-whore-syndrome (AWS). So, the cure for AWS is by not giving them any attention. That will bring them back ground and make your FB page peaceful once again. Or you can delete them off. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><small><span class="Apple-style-span">Once again, these are my thoughts and I'm nuts.</span></small></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-63635609131333761942011-10-30T11:45:00.000-07:002011-11-02T04:19:08.490-07:00A Guide To Freeing Your Heavy SoulSo you're having a bad day? Feeling lonely? Had a car accident and feeling very down? Got into an argument and now you're feeling sad? Having hard time at work? People just don't understand you and you're hate for being who you wanna be? Suicidal?<br />
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Feeling all that but no one to talk to? Here's a solution.<div><br />
</div><div>Cry.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Crying is good for your soul. Makes you feel good, and then you'll feel a lot lighter after that. And it's free! It's like a bonus free gift when God gave you your handsome body.</div><div><br />
</div><div>When you cry, every drop of tears is like your problems and stress falling out from your chiseled face. Which is why you'd feel a lot lighter after that. And you ask me why after few hours after the crying session you get sad again? Oh simple. It is because you filled the sadness up in your chippy face every time you worry or think about the past again. So after you cry. Don't dwell in the sadness or the past and look forward for the future.<br />
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<b><i>Remember! You can't change the past but you sure as fart can change the ending.</i></b> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7sfeyd7j-8">Gnome saying.</a></div><div><br />
</div><div>Here's tip for you on how to unlock this God-given superpower:</div><div><br />
1. Think of the traumatic stuffs that made you stress and that you tried to avoid thinking the whole day. Live out that moment again and enhance the damn image x1000 then burst out into flames of water!!! Remember: After the session, let it go away forever.</div><div><br />
</div><div>2. So you're a tough ass. And you cannot cry. This needs a little bit more effort. Go watch sad movies like The Notebook. Or if you dislike romance then watch this Korean dog movie called <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNYA9wH7lw8">Hearty Paw</a>. Personally, I never cried so much watching a movie until I watched this. I cried so much and hard, my kidney went out of water.</div><div><br />
</div><div>3. So after those movie sessions you still didn't cry (you must be a heartless SOB)? Another good way is to think of stuffs that hurts you before. Like when your friends betrayed you when you were in high school. Or you know? The times when you parents said they didn't wanna have you, and you're just an accident. Or also the times when you see your friends having Playstation and all you have is just the black and white Tetris game. Oh and stuffs that your exes says about you can work as well. (Like she said,"You're worthless" because you're really worthless).</div><div><br />
</div><div>4. But if you don't have such sad events. You can even think of happy things that will make you sad. Confused? Example. Remember when you were younger and everything seems so perfect? The time where you don't worry about money and stuffs like that. And the best time of your life is when you're feeling excited on the day your best friend (who is now your enemy cause he got more money than you) is gonna come to your house to play with your Power Ranger toys? Don't you wanna cry knowing that all that is gone FOREVER? And there's no more reliving such moments EVER again? NOW YOU CRY!</div><div><br />
</div><div>5. Another way is to cut onion. But that you just cry without any soul enlightenment. Same goes with eating wasabi.</div><div><br />
</div><div>6. The best way however, its a little sincere, honest prayer to God. Oh sure you'll cry, but also feel loved and His warmth at the same time. Sucks if you don't believe in God. No cigar for you.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Always, remember crying is not limited to babies, kids and females. If it suppose to be this way then when a man reached 21 his eyes will automatically pop out. But no, a man retains his eyes for looking at girls and crying to lighten his soul.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Now, the downside of crying is:</div><div>You look ugly. </div><div><br />
</div><div><div><div><i><b>Remember! The quote "Real men don't cry" is not the full quote, it supposed to be "Real men don't cry (in public)".</b></i></div></div></div><div><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div>Pro-tip: If you're not a kid or an old man, but an adult and you have sudden need to cry, please hide yerself.</div><br />
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<small>These are all crafted by my own imaginations and no proper research is done, at all. Follow at your own risk </small>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-34063532649405403152011-10-26T11:26:00.001-07:002011-10-26T13:38:28.595-07:00II saw your ghost tonight. It fucking hurt my headUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-11614471807047096822011-10-09T10:46:00.000-07:002011-10-09T10:46:42.201-07:00Hiatus from blogging! BRB next week/month/year!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-65553597007121521202011-10-08T10:29:00.000-07:002011-10-08T10:32:09.208-07:00Fill In the Blanks!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;"><b>Original</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; black-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">__________</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> about a month ago in </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> . I was</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';">when I realized that </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> . You have probably had that experience before. I felt</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> , and I knew that soon I would have to </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> . My friend</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> had called me the previous day, and told me all about </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> 's problem with </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> , and I was a little worried about </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> . Then, all of a sudden, I saw </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> what I realized was</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> , and right then I </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> !</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';">I remembered what </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> had told me about a situation like this. It was very important that I not </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> . Very calmly, I </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> and </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> . Before I knew it, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> , and I </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';">. So you see, I really </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="black-space: pre;">____________</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> , and I decided I just had to tell you all about it.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"><b>Mine!</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"><b><br /></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"><b><i>It was raining cats and dogs and horses</i></b> about a month ago in<b><i> Penang</i></b>. I was<i style="font-weight: bold;"> enjoying my own face in the mirror </i>when I realized that <b><i>I'm stuck with the man in the mirror</i></b><i style="font-weight: bold;">. </i>I felt<b><i> sad</i></b>, and i knew that</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> soon I would have to<b><i> be sent to Taiping Zoo for a face like that</i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';">. My friend<b><i> whom is imaginary</i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> had called me the previous day, and told me all about <b><i>his mother</i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';">'s problem with<b><i> his dad who also does not exist</i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';">, and I was a little worried about <b><i>my sanity and my pants</i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';">. Then, all of a sudden, I saw <b>in the mirror behind the mirror which is IN the mirror of the mirror</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> what I realized was <b><i>the source of my craziness</i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> , and right then I <b><i>did the Macarena and sang Doraemon's theme song</i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';">!</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';">I remembered what <b><i>the voice in my pants</i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> had told me about a situation like this. It was very important that I not <b><i>take off my pants and hand-wash them</i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';">. Very calmly, I <b><i>sing myself a lullaby</i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> and <b><i>beat the crap out of my sleeping brother for no reason</i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> . Before I knew it, <b><i>I felt happy</i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';">, and I <b><i>wet my pants</i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';">. So you see, I really <b><i>am just bored,</i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 'times new roman';"> and I decided I just had to tell you all about it.</span></span>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-46430535831762182232011-10-06T22:22:00.000-07:002011-10-06T22:22:43.824-07:00SteveSo another public figure passed away. And Facebook and the blogs and everything will be writing about how great this guy is.<br />
But what about you?<br />
After so many celebrities, high profile deaths, what did you learned?<br />
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1. Fame and money can't stop death. Sounds corny, but if you think carefully, it can be very frightening.<br />
2. Like from the song "If I die young", 'funny when you're dead how people start listening.' Suddenly quotes from such people will begin to pop out in status updates.<br />
3. People will appreciate you only after you're dead and gone. Not if you're not dead and went for holidays.<br />
4. They will be mourning for you for about 3 days, then totally forgets about you.<br />
5. The stuffs that you do before you die will haunt you forever. Like if you're a good guy, but you started sleeping around with guys before you die. Then after death, you'll forever be known as a guy rapist.<br />
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So today's lesson.<br />
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1. Don't spend all your time on money and fame. Spend with families, friends, dogs, cats and love ones (and some good video games). When you die, your money won't come visit you (of cause you can still have fancy funerals, but is not like you can enjoy it). Think about it, on your deathbed, whose hands do you want to hold? (Hands because you got two hands, so one hand one fella)<br />
2. If you live what you preached, you're quotes will be quoted even before you die. Hehe.<br />
3. People will appreciate you only after you're dead and gone. Unfortunately this fact cannot be change.<br />
4. If you really want to live on after you've died, go change and touched other people's life. Even strangers who you will crossing paths with. Then you'd be living on earth forever. (Example, go punch a random guy for no reason, then he'll forever remember you)<br />
5. The stuffs that you do before you die will haunt you forever. So if you're a guy rapist, try to do more good stuffs like donating to some charity. Then after death, you'll forever be known as a guy rapist.<br />
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Learned it well.<br />
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Dear Steve Jobs,<br />
Thanks for the iPhone! It's a little pricey, but its worth every penny I've spent on it. You literally changed my life (sort of, if the iPhone is free, then of course the change is more). I dunno much about you, just that you've come out with many cool stuffs mainly the Mac computer stuffs, iPod, iPhone, and iPad. And sort of arch-enemy of Bill Gates.<br />
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Why you'd have to go so young I totally couldn't understand. Its really sad.<br />
Take care!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224623565015951723.post-46143888236634402782011-10-05T11:59:00.000-07:002011-10-05T11:59:44.227-07:00Confuse.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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