<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002</id><updated>2011-11-16T07:15:21.149-08:00</updated><category term='ecosystem'/><category term='Singing'/><category term='Tamagotchi'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Online dating service'/><category term='Chat room'/><category term='song'/><category term='Dog'/><category term='game'/><category term='Mametchi'/><category term='movie'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Dog breed'/><category term='toy'/><category term='Animal'/><category term='Foolish Game'/><category term='food'/><category term='stranger'/><category term='family'/><category term='Social network'/><category term='Who Will Save Your Soul'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Jewel'/><category term='Funny Or Die'/><category term='love'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='work'/><category term='pet'/><title type='text'>我怎么说 - What I Say</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-1103527865662522438</id><published>2011-02-26T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T04:09:23.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siksaan 90 Menit oleh Jupe-Depe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iSiqo51Wmhc/TWjtMJinSzI/AAAAAAAAASI/8SjXV1N1LpY/s1600/300arwahgoyang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iSiqo51Wmhc/TWjtMJinSzI/AAAAAAAAASI/8SjXV1N1LpY/s1600/300arwahgoyang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;“Kata-kata kasar dan umpatan bertebaran sepanjang film.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Perez dan Dewi Perssik adalah dua penari Jaipong yang bersaing untuk menjadi primadona klub. Untuk menjadi primadona, Jupe dan Depe harus memakai baju seksi yang menampakkan belahan dada dan kain tipis menerawang. Persaingan terjadi di atas panggung sebuah klab malam saat keduanya menarikan tarian erotis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memasuki bioskop, kami disambut poster film Arwah Goyang dengan plester hitam besar pada tulisan Karawang. Judul film yang semula Arwah Goyang Karawang diganti menjadi Arwah Goyang Jupe Depe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepertinya setengah durasi diisi dengan tarian Jupe dan Depe. Jupe menari seperti kesurupan diiringi suara auman harimau. Sepertinya Pada puncak kesurupannya, Jupe tiba-tiba punya taring seperti drakula. Sampai film berakhir, maksud adegan ini tetap menjadi misteri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efek hantu dirancang sebagai alat untuk mengagetkan penonton. Kemunculan hantu selalu diawali dengan auman harimau dan musik latar yang menegangkan. Jreng! Hantu muncul selama satu detik dalam wujud ala topeng di film Scream yang memenuhi layar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pola film ini adalah tarian erotis-kemunculan hantu-perkelahian Jupe Depe-tarian erotis-kemunculan hantu dan seterusnya. Hantu itu membunuhi orang yang terkait dengan Jupe, juga membunuh beberapa orang secara acak. Pada akhirnya terungkap bahwa hantu itu adalah saudara kembar Jupe yang dendam karena suaminya direbut dan dia dibunuh. Anehnya, hantu itu juga membunuh suaminya sendiri, entah karena alasan apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan cerita yang sederhana dibuat dengan tidak konsisten. Tak perlu bertanya tentang pembangunan karakter, karena semua karakter bergerak sesuai keinginan sutradara. Beberapa adegan sebenarnya tidak perlu ada, seperti adegan Jupe mandi kembang tengah malam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan lupa adegan legendaris perkelahian nyata Depe Jupe. Kedua perempuan ini berkelahi dengan mengadu dada. Tak lupa, tulisan "adegan nyata" ditempelkan di sudut kanan bawah agar penonton tidak melewatkan adegan yang sempat ramai diberitakan infotaintment itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pembuat film merasa perlu menanamkan moral dari film ini, bahwa penari jaipong tak seharusnya menari striptease. Moral ini ditunjukkan saat hantu yang menyamar menjadi Jupe menolak menari jaipong striptease. "Saya merasa telah menyalahgunakan kesenian," kata dia, dua kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penonton hari itu cukup banyak, sebagian besar adalah anak-anak muda usia belasan. Mereka datang berdua dan berombongan. Penonton yang datang berombongan memilih tempat duduk tepat di tengah, tempat terbaik untuk menikmati film. Mereka yang menonton berdua kebanyakan memilih duduk di pojok yang sepi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film dibuat dengan format digital, setelah itu barulah dipindahkan dalam format seluloid. Trik ini biasa dilakukan untuk menekan ongkos produksi, karena merekam langsung dengan format seluloid butuh biaya jauh lebih mahal. Hasilnya adalah film yang murah dengan gambar kualitas rendah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kualitas gambar sangat rendah dan kadang berbayang. Pengaturan cahaya sangat buruk sehingga saya seringkali harus menutup mata karena tak tahan dengan lampu sorot yang menyilaukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata-kata kasar dan umpatan bertebaran sepanjang film. Kami menghitung ada 19 kata "lonte" diteriakkan sepanjang film, ditambah satu yang tertulis di kaca dengan darah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak jelas di mana setting film ini. Lokasi syuting menunjukkan bangunan-bangunan di sebuah kota kecil. Tapi saat adegan berganti, tiba-tiba layar menyorot ke jalan dengan gedung bertingkat yang jelas-jelas Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keluar dari bioskop dengan sangat lega karena film akhirnya selesai, saya melihat poster film selanjutnya sudah tersedia. Dedemit Gunung Kidul, Cewek Saweran dan Pocong Ngesot dengan slogan "ketika pocong tak lagi loncat". Tiba-tiba saya mengerti kenapa para penikmati film sangat khawatir ketika muncul isu bahwa film asing tak lagi bisa dinikmati di bioskop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As told by Famega Syavira Putri for Yahoo! Indonesia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://id.omg.yahoo.com/blogs/siksaan-90-menit-oleh-jupedepe-blog_editor-72.html"&gt;http://id.omg.yahoo.com/blogs/siksaan-90-menit-oleh-jupedepe-blog_editor-72.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-1103527865662522438?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/1103527865662522438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2011/02/siksaan-90-menit-oleh-jupe-depe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/1103527865662522438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/1103527865662522438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2011/02/siksaan-90-menit-oleh-jupe-depe.html' title='Siksaan 90 Menit oleh Jupe-Depe'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iSiqo51Wmhc/TWjtMJinSzI/AAAAAAAAASI/8SjXV1N1LpY/s72-c/300arwahgoyang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-1109767617725985964</id><published>2010-11-18T06:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T07:15:46.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Dick: Quick to the Finish</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="entry-header"&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://daily.gay.com/.a/6a01156e9cba4c970c0133f5f89163970b-popup" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Chase_dryburgh_brent_everett_24_20030421_1714345851" class="asset  asset-image at-xid-6a01156e9cba4c970c0133f5f89163970b" src="http://daily.gay.com/.a/6a01156e9cba4c970c0133f5f89163970b-320wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" title="Chase_dryburgh_brent_everett_24_20030421_1714345851" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Dick,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve got an ongoing problem that’s really starting to put a  crimp in my sex life. Guys I fool around with seem to be able to last a  long time without ejaculating, but I’m always ready to go within a few  minutes! To reference a recent &lt;i&gt;Glee&lt;/i&gt; episode, I have to think  about old ladies in their panties for a minute before I can start going  again, and it’s getting to be a real drag. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did It in a Minute&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://daily.gay.com/.a/6a01156e9cba4c970c013489186a4d970c-popup" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Chase_dryburgh_brent_everett_25_20030421_2078283177" class="asset  asset-image at-xid-6a01156e9cba4c970c013489186a4d970c" src="http://daily.gay.com/.a/6a01156e9cba4c970c013489186a4d970c-320wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" title="Chase_dryburgh_brent_everett_25_20030421_2078283177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Did It,&lt;br /&gt;Premature ejaculation is a bummer. Sometimes it's biological—your  body just behaves this way; sometimes it's due to training because when  you first started diddling you needed to make it quick so that you  wouldn't get caught by a parent or sibling. You may need to see a sex  therapist, but before you do that let me make some (much cheaper)  suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Be of Service&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove the emphasis off your  linguine of love and instead take time to please your partner. No man  will turn down the extra attention, and when he's getting closer to  completion you can better time your finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Stay Slightly Out of Reach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're  working your guy, keep away from his hands. That way he won't  accidentally work you into a frenzy before you're ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Tease Yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't to say that you  should keep your privates sequestered like a nun. As you're helping him  along, give yourself a little tease. Work up those sensations then stop  yourself before things go too far. This kind of "touch and retreat"  method may help train you to handle the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://daily.gay.com/.a/6a01156e9cba4c970c0133f5f8a2a5970b-popup" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Chase_dryburgh_brent_everett_18_20030421_1664284019" class="asset  asset-image at-xid-6a01156e9cba4c970c0133f5f8a2a5970b" src="http://daily.gay.com/.a/6a01156e9cba4c970c0133f5f8a2a5970b-320wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px;" title="Chase_dryburgh_brent_everett_18_20030421_1664284019" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4. Tell Him What's Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys LOVE knowing that what they're doing is turning you on. It feeds  their ego and the sex (because, as Dear Dick often says, great sex  begins in the brain). So if things are getting close, tell him. But do  it as a compliment. That way it's not a buzz kill, it's a sex thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Mix It Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're the poker, consider using  your fingers or toys some of the time. They add naughtiness and  variety, and let you last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Keep Going&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys don't lose their  erections after ejaculating. If you're one of those men, replace the  glove and start again. Yes, the penis can be sensitive but you can work  through that. If you do drop your rock then immediately devote yourself  to his pleasure, letting him know that you can go again—and plan to  because he's so frickin' amazing! (See, there's that  ego-feeding-the-brain-feeding-the-sex thing again.) Then, after 20  minutes or so, you’ll be good to go, and the second orgasm is likely to  be a much longer time in arriving.&lt;br /&gt;Try these things out and see how they work for you. If they don't, then seek out professional help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://daily.gay.com/.a/6a01156e9cba4c970c0133ecd33def970b-popup" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dick_ProfilePic" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a01156e9cba4c970c0133ecd33def970b " src="http://daily.gay.com/.a/6a01156e9cba4c970c0133ecd33def970b-320wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Dick isn't a doctor or health worker of any kind, but he did  struggle with quick completion as a young buck. Fortunately, he's taken  care of that situation and is happy to write about his experiences.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-1109767617725985964?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/1109767617725985964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-dick-quick-to-finish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/1109767617725985964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/1109767617725985964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-dick-quick-to-finish.html' title='Dear Dick: Quick to the Finish'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-4847750427296954303</id><published>2010-11-17T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T00:14:58.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>睡眠 (Shuìmián) - Fast Asleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TOOOCF_w4EI/AAAAAAAAARk/xVFRcTdhz7Q/s1600/ThunderGoldie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TOOOCF_w4EI/AAAAAAAAARk/xVFRcTdhz7Q/s400/ThunderGoldie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's sooo sweet, isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-4847750427296954303?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/4847750427296954303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/11/fast-asleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/4847750427296954303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/4847750427296954303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/11/fast-asleep.html' title='睡眠 (Shuìmián) - Fast Asleep'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TOOOCF_w4EI/AAAAAAAAARk/xVFRcTdhz7Q/s72-c/ThunderGoldie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-933185194318820337</id><published>2010-08-22T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:01:40.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/THHWgy8YA_I/AAAAAAAAARE/UM3Tr3hiFpc/s1600/y_1278880676_TheRightHand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/THHWgy8YA_I/AAAAAAAAARE/UM3Tr3hiFpc/s400/y_1278880676_TheRightHand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-933185194318820337?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/933185194318820337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/08/right-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/933185194318820337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/933185194318820337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/08/right-hand.html' title='The Right Hand'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/THHWgy8YA_I/AAAAAAAAARE/UM3Tr3hiFpc/s72-c/y_1278880676_TheRightHand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-403939754101633218</id><published>2010-07-15T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T18:41:54.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Or Die'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foolish Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Will Save Your Soul'/><title type='text'>恶作剧 (Èzuòjù) - Jewel Goes on Prank</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TD-4KFxsrbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/nsL1aNuYSuE/s1600/492-TV_Web_Video_Jewel.sff.embedded.prod_affiliate.81.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TD-4KFxsrbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/nsL1aNuYSuE/s320/492-TV_Web_Video_Jewel.sff.embedded.prod_affiliate.81.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TD-4dPzgKRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7Wz7egKmicI/s1600/jewel1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TD-4dPzgKRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7Wz7egKmicI/s320/jewel1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK — On a recent Monday night at a Los Angeles karaoke bar, a meek-looking woman in a business suit and glasses was coaxed on stage by her co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;While the boozy crowd readied itself for four minutes of awkward singing, the woman — "Karen" — suddenly belted out exquisite, pitch-perfect renditions of the Jewel songs "Who Will Save Your Soul" and "Foolish Games."&lt;br /&gt;Astonished crowd members picked their jaws off the floor and cheered wildly. One person was heard comparing Karen to "an American Susan Boyle."&lt;br /&gt;Unbeknownst to them, they had been victims of "undercover karaoke."&lt;br /&gt;Karen really was Jewel, and the proceedings had been filmed by FunnyOrDie.com, the comedy video website co-founded by Will Ferrell and Adam McKay. The video was posted Tuesday and was rapidly circulating online, with more than 160,000 views as of evening.&lt;br /&gt;"I was a bit nervous to do this skit at first because I feared it would amount to little more than showing off some vocals, dressed as someone else," Jewel said in an e-mail. "I was worried it wouldn't be self-effacing enough."&lt;br /&gt;For the video, created by Funny or Die writer-director Eric Appel, Jewel was given a prosthetic nose, wig and glasses, and butt padding. Only after performing as Karen did Jewel return to the stage of the karaoke joint, the Gas Lite, as herself.&lt;br /&gt;(Before the reveal, one audience member says to the camera: "They tell me she only sings at Christmas parties.")&lt;br /&gt;Though Jewel is principally a singer-songwriter, she has acted before, most notably in the 1999 Ang Lee film "Ride with the Devil." This performance was quite a bit quicker (Funny or Die contacted her just a few days before taping on June 28) and more comical.&lt;br /&gt;"This did not require much, as the costume did most of the work for me," said Jewel, whose full name is Jewel Kilcher. "I love improv and this was a small chance to do that, luckily as someone else. I would love to do more of it in the future. A dream gig would be a show like `Curb Your Enthusiasm.'"&lt;br /&gt;Jewel also shot another video for Funny or Die that she says involves former Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin. A spokeswoman for the site said it will be released next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love this girl :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://www.zemanta.com/" title="Enhanced by Zemanta"&gt;&lt;img alt="Enhanced by Zemanta" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/zemified_e.png?x-id=e3de69e9-17c4-40da-986e-f5aa6e46176f" style="border: none; float: right;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script defer="defer" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-403939754101633218?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/403939754101633218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/07/ezuoju-jewel-goes-on-prank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/403939754101633218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/403939754101633218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/07/ezuoju-jewel-goes-on-prank.html' title='恶作剧 (Èzuòjù) - Jewel Goes on Prank'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TD-4KFxsrbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/nsL1aNuYSuE/s72-c/492-TV_Web_Video_Jewel.sff.embedded.prod_affiliate.81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-6332415995781034764</id><published>2010-07-07T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T17:52:32.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog breed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal'/><title type='text'>狗 (Gǒu) - Dogs</title><content type='html'>I love dogs, ever since I was a little kid I always do. I recall that I used to have this very lovely terrier dog called Terry. I loved him (I prefer "him" than "it" to refer to my dog) sooo much back then. Terry always followed me wherever I go, even to my kindergarten he wouldn't let me walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, someone stole him, well it's actually my&amp;nbsp;neighbor&amp;nbsp;who stole him from me. Guess was too small to really understand the situation back then, and I couldn't remember at all whether I demanded him back or not. But that's past story to be told.&lt;br /&gt;Since then I always have strange attraction toward dogs (not the fierce kind, growr).&lt;br /&gt;See see, I want to own these dogs, if I can find place to settle down, lol. With my current work, keeping pet is impossible. So I'll just add them to my wishlist. Aren't they cuuuute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TDUf75lBlSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/rEUhwyWGTY8/s1600/6weeksArrivalsm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TDUf75lBlSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/rEUhwyWGTY8/s320/6weeksArrivalsm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Arrival&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TDUgDDPixTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ruxJm-lyuHw/s1600/6weeksBaronsm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TDUgDDPixTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ruxJm-lyuHw/s320/6weeksBaronsm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TDUgRWq8yCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/BGPGx4UP1zo/s1600/jantan2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TDUgRWq8yCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/BGPGx4UP1zo/s320/jantan2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TDUgLJVO6PI/AAAAAAAAAQk/i1P0gtub0rQ/s1600/betina1b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TDUgLJVO6PI/AAAAAAAAAQk/i1P0gtub0rQ/s320/betina1b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Margie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;FYI, those are real dogs for sale. The first and second dog will cost you USD 800 while the third and the last one are around USD 300.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh how I wish I can have one right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-6332415995781034764?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/6332415995781034764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/07/gou-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/6332415995781034764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/6332415995781034764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/07/gou-dogs.html' title='狗 (Gǒu) - Dogs'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/TDUf75lBlSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/rEUhwyWGTY8/s72-c/6weeksArrivalsm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-2843944484955276098</id><published>2010-04-15T03:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T03:52:42.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>天空 (Tiānkōng) - Sky Sky Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/65831957@N00/4518979993/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/4518979993_314163fef8.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/65831957@N00/4518979993/"&gt;Sky sky sky&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/65831957@N00/"&gt;++Chris++&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-2843944484955276098?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/2843944484955276098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/04/sky-sky-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/2843944484955276098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/2843944484955276098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/04/sky-sky-sky.html' title='天空 (Tiānkōng) - 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Banyan tree'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2421/4518976939_ae4e92812d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-2101829598771194309</id><published>2010-04-08T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:02:00.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>歌曲 (Gēqǔ) - Thinking of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/laiROGvrWMM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/laiROGvrWMM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparisons are easily done&amp;nbsp;Once you've had a taste of perfection&lt;br /&gt;Like an apple hanging from a tree&lt;br /&gt;I picked the ripest one&amp;nbsp;I still got the seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said move on&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go&lt;br /&gt;I guess second best&lt;br /&gt;Is all I will know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I'm with him&amp;nbsp;I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;What *you* would do if&amp;nbsp;You were the one&lt;br /&gt;Who was spending the night&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish that I&amp;nbsp;Was looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like an Indian summer&amp;nbsp;In the middle of winter&lt;br /&gt;Like a hard candy&amp;nbsp;With a surprise center&lt;br /&gt;How do I get better&amp;nbsp;Once I've had the best&lt;br /&gt;You said there's&amp;nbsp;Tons of fish in the water&lt;br /&gt;So the waters I will test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed my lips&amp;nbsp;I taste your mouth&lt;br /&gt;He pulled me in&amp;nbsp;I was disgusted with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I'm with him&amp;nbsp;I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;What you would do if&amp;nbsp;You were the one&lt;br /&gt;Who was spending the night&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish that I&amp;nbsp;Was looking into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best&amp;nbsp;And yes I do regret&lt;br /&gt;How I could let myself&amp;nbsp;Let you go&lt;br /&gt;Now the lesson's learned&amp;nbsp;I touched it I was burned&lt;br /&gt;Oh I think you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I'm with him&amp;nbsp;I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;What you would do if&amp;nbsp;You were the one&lt;br /&gt;Who was spending the night&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish that I&amp;nbsp;Was looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes&amp;nbsp;Looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh won't you walk through&lt;br /&gt;And bust in the door&lt;br /&gt;And take me away&lt;br /&gt;Oh no more mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-2101829598771194309?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/2101829598771194309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/04/gequ-thinking-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/2101829598771194309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/2101829598771194309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/04/gequ-thinking-of-you.html' title='歌曲 (Gēqǔ) - Thinking of You'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-6016550804838709466</id><published>2010-04-06T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:54:06.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>鸡 (Jī) - "Why did the chicken cross the road?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S7wP24ygMuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Q_aQB4E8lYU/s1600/Humor-FS-ChickenRoad.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S7wP24ygMuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Q_aQB4E8lYU/s320/Humor-FS-ChickenRoad.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="590285601-25032010"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="590285601-25032010"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did the chicken cross the  road?"&lt;/strong&gt; is one of the oldest and most famous &lt;em&gt;riddles&lt;/em&gt; still in  use in the English language. When asked at the end of a series of other riddles,  whose answers are clever, obscure, and tricky, this answer's obviousness and  straight-forwardness becomes part of the humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plato&lt;/strong&gt;: For the greater good.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Captain James T Kirk&lt;/strong&gt;: To boldly go where no chicken has  gone before.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard Nixon&lt;/strong&gt;: The chicken did not cross the road. I  repeat, the chicken did NOT cross the road.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerry Seinfeld&lt;/strong&gt;: Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why  doesn’t anyone ever think to ask, What the heck was this chicken doing walking  around all over the place, anyway?  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;/strong&gt;: The fact that you are at all concerned that  the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying insecurity.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Gates&lt;/strong&gt;: I have just released the new Chicken Office  2000, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important  documents, balance your checkbook and eat your neighbour.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles Darwin&lt;/strong&gt;: Chickens, over great periods of time, have  been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically disposed to  cross roads.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/strong&gt;: Whether the chicken crossed the road or  the road moved beneath the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hillary Clinton:&lt;/strong&gt; That’s what I’d like to know. Why DID the  chicken cross the road?! But this administration is operating in secrecy,  witholding important information from the American people, about how many  chickens crossed the road and why they crossed it.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martin Luther King, Jr:&lt;/strong&gt; I have a dream! I have a dream of a  day, when ALL chickens can cross ALL roads without having their motives called  into question!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ernest Hemingway&lt;/strong&gt;: To die. Alone. In the rain.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Official Chicken Representative&lt;/strong&gt;: Because he wanted to. Do  you not think that maybe chickens have rights too? Ifyou&amp;nbsp;crossed the road no one  would question&amp;nbsp;you.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To see her flat mate&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;No, hang on - that was the  toad.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buddha:&lt;/strong&gt; If you ask this question, you deny your own  chicken-nature.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George W. Bush:&lt;/strong&gt; We don't really care why the chicken  crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road  or not. The chicken is either with us or it is against us. There is no middle  ground here.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Lennon:&lt;/strong&gt; Imagine all the chickens crossing roads in  peace. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colonel Sanders&lt;/strong&gt;: I missed one?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karl Marx:&lt;/strong&gt; It was a historical  inevitability.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nietzsche: &lt;/strong&gt;Because if you gaze too long across the Road,  the Road gazes also across you.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Machiavelli:&lt;/strong&gt; So that its subjects will view it with  admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the  road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with  such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's  dominion maintained.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moses:&lt;/strong&gt; And God came down from the Heavens, and He said unto  the Chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the chicken crossed the road, and  there was much rejoicing.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hamlet:&lt;/strong&gt; That is not the question  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. T:&lt;/strong&gt; If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ronald Reagen:&lt;/strong&gt; I forget.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacques Derrida&lt;/strong&gt;: Any number of contending may be discovered  within the act of the chiken crossing the road, and each interpretation is  equally as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is  DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Godfather:&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't want its mother to see it like  that.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supreme Soviet:&lt;/strong&gt; There has never been a chicken in this  photograph.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pope:&lt;/strong&gt; It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hippocrates:&lt;/strong&gt; Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff  in its pancreas. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SBY:&lt;/strong&gt; It is not an easy road. I understand that this is a  bitter pill but I have to do it to save the country's economy and the country's  future.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soekarno:&lt;/strong&gt; Across the 'road', this is the golden 'road', the  new Europe, we prepare Indonesian society that plucky independent, strong,  healthy, lasting and eternal.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susno&lt;/strong&gt;: The stars next to the road shine too bright. It is  flame, hot and scorching cross.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gus Dur:&lt;/strong&gt; That I told you, we can cross the road, we can  exert pressure without resorting to violence, and that we can move towards  democracy without violence; that way, God will allow it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well, for all of the intents and purposes, the chicken probably crossed the  road to get to the other side. But then, perhaps we should look at the deeper  significance of this action. What would you say? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-6016550804838709466?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/6016550804838709466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/04/ji-why-did-chicken-cross-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/6016550804838709466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/6016550804838709466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/04/ji-why-did-chicken-cross-road.html' title='鸡 (Jī) - &quot;Why did the chicken cross the road?&quot;'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S7wP24ygMuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Q_aQB4E8lYU/s72-c/Humor-FS-ChickenRoad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-5853017454320966679</id><published>2010-04-05T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T03:58:21.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mametchi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamagotchi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toy'/><title type='text'>瘾 (Yǐn) - My Latest Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S7nB4_lGOxI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qcCIUiiJiOI/s1600/04042010036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S7nB4_lGOxI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qcCIUiiJiOI/s320/04042010036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long has since I had my first tamagotchi, lol... I remember I was in sophomore year of primary high school and I wanted to have Tamagotchi so bad. Well, the main reason is that I couldn't own a real pet, my parents were so strict back then. So I keep asking my mum if I could buy one, until finally my mum bought me a red dinosaur tamagotchi. How I loved it back then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, a week ago when I was wandering around a mall in Pekanbaru, I found this cutie was on 40% discount, it's originally around USD 23, now "only" USD 15. I bought it! Yey...&lt;br /&gt;Just to satisfy inner kid in me... (you know, that Gemini people are judged for unability to grow mature mentally, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I must say the essence of keeping Tamagotchi has changed since the first time they launched it (back then, it's only about keeping your Tamagotchi like a real pet, you have to take care of every single chores like feed it, brush it with comb, etc, etc), now you can raise your own Superstar Tamagotchi, or Celebrity Tamagotchi with minimal routine chores. Still it's still nice to reminisce how I was so happy to owned one :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can even matchmake your Tamagotchi with someone else's, or in case your friends don't have any, you can attend matchmaking show on Tamagotchi TV. Cute huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whose pet wanna marry with mine? I have adult Chantotchi, Mametchi, and Memetchi here, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/4f651c42-1884-429c-8553-00a461de4581/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=4f651c42-1884-429c-8553-00a461de4581" style="border: none; float: right;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script defer="defer" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-5853017454320966679?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/5853017454320966679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-latest-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/5853017454320966679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/5853017454320966679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-latest-addiction.html' title='瘾 (Yǐn) - My Latest Addiction'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S7nB4_lGOxI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qcCIUiiJiOI/s72-c/04042010036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-2511641691533767194</id><published>2010-03-11T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:15:43.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>报价 (Bàojià) - Quotes of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S5imYUKhMxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cn0kBQ1p12A/s1600-h/iphone-vs-blackberry-bold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S5imYUKhMxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cn0kBQ1p12A/s320/iphone-vs-blackberry-bold.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;"Life was much easier when apple and blackberry were just fruits.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;M.J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-2511641691533767194?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/2511641691533767194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/03/baojia-quotes-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/2511641691533767194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/2511641691533767194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/03/baojia-quotes-of-day.html' title='报价 (Bàojià) - Quotes of the Day'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S5imYUKhMxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cn0kBQ1p12A/s72-c/iphone-vs-blackberry-bold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-8228787304612504699</id><published>2010-02-28T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:01:06.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social network'/><title type='text'>婚姻 (Hūnyīn) - Marriage</title><content type='html'>Today when I was looking around in the Facebook, I saw my ex's wedding picture. He is hugging his wife in that picture, smiled to camera while gazing up there. Looking at the stars in the sky, maybe. With that familiar gaze he used to gaze at my eyes with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S4qSk0O-N2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Js9vfcJCQaw/s1600-h/marriage2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S4qSk0O-N2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Js9vfcJCQaw/s320/marriage2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never before I saw him so gorgeous...&lt;br /&gt;And his wife ain't bad either.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly happy for him, he has found his happiness he always searched for.&lt;br /&gt;But why does it hurt at the same time, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/f9f07d30-8ecc-4faf-bcaf-ea404368e6e7/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=f9f07d30-8ecc-4faf-bcaf-ea404368e6e7" style="border: none; float: right;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script defer="defer" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-8228787304612504699?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/8228787304612504699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/02/hunyin-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/8228787304612504699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/8228787304612504699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/02/hunyin-marriage.html' title='婚姻 (Hūnyīn) - Marriage'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S4qSk0O-N2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Js9vfcJCQaw/s72-c/marriage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-3548597513610070125</id><published>2010-02-22T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T01:42:03.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Online dating service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chat room'/><title type='text'>好朋友 (Hǎo péngyǒu) - I Don't Love You, Buddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S4JQz96VLJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/jwVnlo1aJZA/s1600-h/friendship-main_Full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S4JQz96VLJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/jwVnlo1aJZA/s400/friendship-main_Full.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that makes me feel so reluctant every time someone messaged me on social networking site (well, dating site in particular) is something called people's expectation. Like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a message from someone called John few months ago, and I already said that I am not looking for relationship, I'm only looking for friendship there. He agreed with that, saying that even if it won't go anywhere, it's just nice to have friend to share.&lt;br /&gt;From that point on, he's like a gym buddy for me when I happen to be in Jakarta. Sometimes we just spend time in the gym, he likes to join the classes there, while I will usually refuse (I hate join those body combat class, urgh) and do weight training instead. Some other time we will just watch movie or go out and have some meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something wrong with that? I have buddies with whom I usually spend time with and nothing (as in love department) develop from that. Even with girls. We remain as close friend, although we go out together often (so I am quite flustered why boys are more emo about that). Because I only think of them as friends, nothing more. I sometimes think, do I give him those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;cyber guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;false hope or something by doing those friendly stuff?&lt;br /&gt;And yet, recently he came out to me said he loves me and asked if I do feel the same, well, if you ask me such a question, don feel regret after that if you don't like the answer. Told ya, I am very bold with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I am sorry John, I just don't have feeling for you in a romantic sense, at least for now. But truly, I do favor you as my good friend. You are precious for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then eng-ing-eng! Everything changed!&lt;br /&gt;Occasional sms, gone.&lt;br /&gt;Occasional "Hi!", gone.&lt;br /&gt;Occasional chat, gone.&lt;br /&gt;Even he never call me up again in chat room, always wait for me to call him first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I confronted him with his change, he won't admit it. I called him the other day, and he says that he's with his other friend. Is it what people called &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;jual mahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?? I completely have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get what's wrong with him, since the very beginning he clearly stated that even if this would not lead to something serious, it's fine. It's rare to have a good friend in PLU world (I admit that) so I try to maintain good friendship when I find one. But now what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, for your information John, I won't fall to jual-mahal trap, sadly. I don't love you, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/8caf2abf-311e-4a75-ad90-2b444952e49f/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=8caf2abf-311e-4a75-ad90-2b444952e49f" style="border: none; float: right;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script defer="defer" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-3548597513610070125?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/3548597513610070125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/02/hao-pengyou-i-dont-love-you-buddy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/3548597513610070125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/3548597513610070125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/02/hao-pengyou-i-dont-love-you-buddy.html' title='好朋友 (Hǎo péngyǒu) - I Don&apos;t Love You, Buddy!'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S4JQz96VLJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/jwVnlo1aJZA/s72-c/friendship-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-5382609703637690473</id><published>2010-02-19T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:10:00.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>家庭 (Jiātíng) - Family Outing</title><content type='html'>Yeah, just finally arrived home, exhausted, but satisfied, heh heh. Tonight my family went to one of the rare family outing. It all started yesterday, when my Ma watched the trailer of recently out horror movie, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0780653/" rel="imdb" title="The Wolfman (2010 film)"&gt;The Wolfman&lt;/a&gt;. She told my didi that the movie surely eerily nice, so it's good if we can watch it. Actually me and my didis were planning to watch The Lightning Thief instead. But since my Pa wants to join us... The Wolfman, it was determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S37ATz7DMOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rtEdRaH6BFg/s1600-h/the-wolfman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S37ATz7DMOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rtEdRaH6BFg/s320/the-wolfman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When Ben Talbot (Simon Merrells) vanishes into thin air, his brother Lawrence (&lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benicio_del_Toro" rel="wikipedia" title="Benicio del Toro"&gt;Benicio Del Toro&lt;/a&gt;) returns to his family estate to investigate. Upon reuniting with his estranged father, Sir John Talbot (&lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthony_Hopkins" rel="wikipedia" title="Anthony Hopkins"&gt;Anthony Hopkins&lt;/a&gt;), however, he discovers a destiny far darker than his blackest nightmares. Ben is dead; the victim of a savage attack by a beast that keeps the superstitious locals cowering in fear every time the moon shines bright in the sky. Shortly after discovering his brother's true fate, Lawrence swears to Ben's wife, Gwen (&lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emily_Blunt" rel="wikipedia" title="Emily Blunt"&gt;Emily Blunt&lt;/a&gt;), that he will bring her late husband's killer to justice. As a young boy, the untimely death of his mother caused Lawrence to grow up before his time. Though Lawrence had previously attempted to bury his pain in the past by leaving the quiet Victorian hamlet of Blackmoor behind, he discovers that you can't outrun fate when he's attacked by the very same nocturnal beast that claimed his brother. Not even recently arrived Scotland Yard inspector Aberline (Hugo Weaving) can dream up a rational explanation for the gruesome spell cast over Blackmoor, yet rumors of an ancient curse persist. According to legend, the afflicted will experience a horrific transformation by the light of the full moon. Now, the woman Talbot loves is in mortal danger, and in order to protect her he must venture into the moonlit woods and destroy the beast before it destroys her. But this isn't a typical hunt, because before the beast can be slain, a simple man will uncover a primal side of himself that he never knew existed.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~www.fandango.com~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I must say, this movie was below my expectation from the story side (compared to other fantastic werewolf movies like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gingersnap&lt;/span&gt;s the series), although if you expect to be shocked and thrilled during the entire movie, you will find it enchanting. But a warning from me, if you happen to have heart or "ayan" disease, you will want to watch less shocking movies instead (Spongebob the Movie? Disney Pixar movies? lol). Someone could easily die due to heart attack while watching The Wolfman, there were too many shocks in the movie from beginning till end.&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't believe that the girl who sat beside me in the cinema &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;CRIED&lt;/span&gt; in her boyfriend's embrace when watching the werewolf (Del Toro) died in Gwen's lap. Heeelooo, it wasn't even sad or dramatic demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Satisfied with all the yell and scream in the cinema, we felt hungry and had our dinner in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Canton Bay Noodles and Barbecue&lt;/span&gt;, my Pa's favorite restaurant. We ordered roasted duck, fried prawn with salted egg, pocai sauted in garlic, sesame chicken, sapo tofu, and deep-fried squid ring. All were nice and given in adequate proportion. This place is recommended if you're into Cantonese cooking in particular. The food isn't too spicy yet still give distinguished taste among the other Cantonese restaurants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S37FWBPnOGI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Xd7imxUNBN4/s1600-h/CB-duck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S37FWBPnOGI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Xd7imxUNBN4/s320/CB-duck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the famous roasted duck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around to accompany my didi bought new pair of Converse shoes, and I found this beauty, teasing me to try it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S37Gtp4TwyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/VlIHy_PRa3U/s1600-h/Photo0106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S37Gtp4TwyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/VlIHy_PRa3U/s320/Photo0106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*whisper whisper* try me....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S37Gy4mw0WI/AAAAAAAAAO0/sDvo57bE2aw/s1600-h/Photo0107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S37Gy4mw0WI/AAAAAAAAAO0/sDvo57bE2aw/s320/Photo0107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I'm beautiful and irresistible&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S37G1wznnAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GXJSmeJY5eE/s1600-h/Photo0108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S37G1wznnAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GXJSmeJY5eE/s320/Photo0108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yet VERY expensive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S37G5Ys0kkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3vwZKb-a-K0/s1600-h/Photo0109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S37G5Ys0kkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3vwZKb-a-K0/s320/Photo0109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;buy me Chris, or you'll regret it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, I bought it impulsively, lol.... My Pa and Ma were also encouraged me, so I dun feel that guilty :-D&lt;br /&gt;It was quite expensive though, it's like one of the most expensive shoes I ever have until now, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah after we walked around and I found this stall which sells ginseng, I don't feel that my shoes is that expensive anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S37In6fVOSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mjAQJZkY3-A/s1600-h/Photo0110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S37In6fVOSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mjAQJZkY3-A/s320/Photo0110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hello, I am USD5200-worth ginseng,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;anyone wanna buy and cook me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/d676a5f4-4955-45f1-955c-a9eab898ffeb/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=d676a5f4-4955-45f1-955c-a9eab898ffeb" style="border: none; float: right;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script defer="defer" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-5382609703637690473?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/5382609703637690473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/02/family-outing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/5382609703637690473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/5382609703637690473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/02/family-outing.html' title='家庭 (Jiātíng) - Family Outing'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S37ATz7DMOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rtEdRaH6BFg/s72-c/the-wolfman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-544447116926555846</id><published>2010-02-17T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:02:04.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>谢谢爱 (xiè xiè ài) - Thank You Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S3zAjVUQTQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zZ-W7QCqoBg/s1600-h/P4140003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S3zAjVUQTQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zZ-W7QCqoBg/s320/P4140003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雨下好乱 半个夜晚 你不在身边怎麽晚安&lt;br /&gt;the rain is falling heavily into the middle of the night. I cannot sleep as you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天好蓝 要和你一起看&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch the clear blue sky with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;起风时有你来温暖&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who gives me warmth when a wind blows over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心事简单 一句说完&lt;br /&gt;feelings from my heart are so simple that a simple sentence says all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要我们永远不会分开&lt;br /&gt;wanting us to never seperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有眼泪 也因为你灿烂&lt;br /&gt;tears are present but they glisten because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你微笑因为我盛开&lt;br /&gt;You're smiling, for (watching) me blossoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要谢谢爱 让你在我身边守护我的未来&lt;br /&gt;I thank love for letting you stay by me and guard my future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有多少美丽奇蹟你手心里全都记载 好期待&lt;br /&gt;how many beautiful miracles, in the palm of your hand is where they are written, How I'm looking forward for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要谢谢爱 让我学会宽容学会体谅关怀&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for letting me learn generosity, respect and care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像阳光陪著大海是平静还是澎湃都是爱&lt;br /&gt;similar to how the sun will accompany the sea, whether it is calm or rough, it is still love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~Garden Sister~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day has passed by... today I heard this song again. Suddenly I felt warmth inside which I cannot explain. It's like a reminder that now I've been walking on the same road hand-in-hand with Cedric for 2 years and 7 months. Still early? Or sounds long enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;The last time I met him was May 2009, it's been a long 9 months waiting for both of us, but I still cherish him. I can still remember how we met for the first time, with his timid smile, his shyness, hiss soft kisses...&lt;br /&gt;I love his honesty, I love how he asks my opinion before he makes a decision, I love the way he say "hello" on the phone, I love everything about my Cedric. Not to say, we have our ups and downs, we quarrel a lot. Mostly because I feel him often live in his own world, busy with himself, or just less care for me, but that's just him. In love I need to hold my ego, learn to accept instead of wanting someone to change. Nevertheless, I want this relationship to last forever, want my Cedric to grow old with me. The road is still a long way, but hopefully we can conquer all obstacles and find our happiness, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;短暂的总是浪漫 &lt;br /&gt;The short-termed relationship is always romantic,&lt;br /&gt;漫长总会不满&lt;br /&gt;The long-term relationship is always full of dissatisfaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-544447116926555846?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/544447116926555846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/02/xie-xie-ai-thank-you-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/544447116926555846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/544447116926555846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/02/xie-xie-ai-thank-you-love.html' title='谢谢爱 (xiè xiè ài) - Thank You Love'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S3zAjVUQTQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zZ-W7QCqoBg/s72-c/P4140003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-7009466373891787943</id><published>2010-02-14T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:04:48.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>冰淇淋 (bīng qí lín) - Medan Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S3jUrfAJLJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/HhBePYXiHsc/s1600-h/2736832-Ice_Cream_In_A_bun_Its_the_future-Modena.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S3jUrfAJLJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/HhBePYXiHsc/s320/2736832-Ice_Cream_In_A_bun_Its_the_future-Modena.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a piece of simple delicacy, here in the heart of Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;Something called “Medan Ice Cream”.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the things left from my childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seller will getting around in the neighbourhood using modified bicycle, approaching the customers. No, it’s not as premium as Baskin-Robbins or Häagen-Dazs, nor as expensive, but there’s something special in it that makes me always remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you buy Medan ice cream, by default the seller will serve it in a bun, a hamburger bun. He will slice it, just enough to hold various flavour of ice cream he’ll put later in it. One scoop of…&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Durian&lt;br /&gt;Avocado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those put in that one bun. You can choose whatever flavour you like to put in the bun, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;But let alone, I like to let the merchant to put whatever flavour available. That’s the art of enjoying Medan ice cream though, you get various taste in every bite…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bite you may get the bitter taste of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Another bite you may savour the sweet strawberry&lt;br /&gt;The next bite, you maybe feel the smoothness of vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Then followed by the tangy durian&lt;br /&gt;Finalized by tender taste of avocado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like what we experience in life, we’ll get one bite of every sweet and bitterness, whether we like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;It's the flavour of life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-7009466373891787943?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/7009466373891787943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/02/bing-qi-lin-medan-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/7009466373891787943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/7009466373891787943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/02/bing-qi-lin-medan-ice-cream.html' title='冰淇淋 (bīng qí lín) - Medan Ice Cream'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S3jUrfAJLJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/HhBePYXiHsc/s72-c/2736832-Ice_Cream_In_A_bun_Its_the_future-Modena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-1270252073826823706</id><published>2010-01-29T18:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:05:29.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>狗仔队 (gǒu zǎi duì) - Paparazzi</title><content type='html'>Isn’t this a big BULGE or what? haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of my consultation sessions with one of the clients, I noticed this guy, stood right in front of me, flaunting his “asset”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, was just sat right there while he was talking to my colleague, don’t want to pass the opportunity to immortalize this moment for you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S13bbkH0a3I/AAAAAAAAANU/4-fXJUISyHI/s1600-h/sumatran-tigers_Spvcs_65.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S13bbkH0a3I/AAAAAAAAANU/4-fXJUISyHI/s320/sumatran-tigers_Spvcs_65.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Its’ an exclusive initiative that disappoints and encourages at the same time, but for the rich, who have always fantasized about owning a rare Sumatran Tiger prowling in their backyard, it’s a dream come true. Under a unique proposal, the Indonesian government would be allowing the rich to adopt this rare animal for 1 billion rupiah ($107,000). Deforestation and hunting has led to severe culling of the numbers and with just 400 big cats alive today, the government hopes that the initiative would protect these animals from near extinction. The tigers will remain state property and will be returned to the state if they were no longer wanted. Any cubs the tigers produce will be the property of the state. As the conservationists are left scorning at the strange proposal, orders have already started pouring in from the rich who in the deepest of their minds have yearned to be called the big shots; courageous and powerful as the Sumatran Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;www.bornrich.org&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity them though, the tiger I mean. Especially since I've been assigned to work in Sumatra for awhile. I can see that they do struggle to survive with all the environment-unfriendly human activities in Sumatra. Illegal logging, oil company operation, people burning forest to create space for sawit plantation.&lt;br /&gt;Now they want to make them available on sale, what kind of (so-called-rich) people are they?&lt;br /&gt;And considering that this is encouraged by the government... What were they thinking? *shake head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-7316832151635666504?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/7316832151635666504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/bin-wei-endangered-animal-for-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/7316832151635666504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/7316832151635666504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/bin-wei-endangered-animal-for-sale.html' title='濒危 (bīn wēi) - Endangered Animal For Sale!'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S13bbkH0a3I/AAAAAAAAANU/4-fXJUISyHI/s72-c/sumatran-tigers_Spvcs_65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-7354958985077242116</id><published>2010-01-23T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:07:30.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stranger'/><title type='text'>NGELUNJAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S1sjvIy-2cI/AAAAAAAAANM/G2kSz-bR-9Q/s1600-h/ScreenShot001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S1sjvIy-2cI/AAAAAAAAANM/G2kSz-bR-9Q/s320/ScreenShot001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a proverb in Indonesia "Dikasih Hati Minta Jantung", literally translated "I give you my liver, but still you ask for my heart". That proverb basically describes about a person that take you for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this friend I knew from Fridae, say his name is A. Since the very first I already told him that I have been in a relationship for 2 and a half year already, and said that I'm not into man-looking-for-soulmate chase for now, let's be friends. At first it went along very well, looks like we're gonna make a good friendship (which is hard to look for in gay world, or at least for me). Sometimes we said hi and exchange stories about our day, just casual conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casual conversation, that's all for me. But not for him. Apparently he thinks that he could fit between me and my boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;"Wah, it's raining out there, so cold and cozy, I need someone to hug me, lol. But who yaaa?"&lt;br /&gt;"Want me to bath with you?"&lt;br /&gt;Example of the things he'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as cherry on top, our chat today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;A: Hey, when will you go back to J-town?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Me: In around one more months la, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A: Why so long ?!?! &lt;/span&gt;[notice the marks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Me: Yeah, why is it a prob for ya? Even my boyfriend wun be like that, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A: Ya, because he doesn't care!&lt;/span&gt; [How can you be so certain mistah?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Me: Then what makes u more care than him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A: He lives abroad.&lt;/span&gt; [Errrh ya, so??]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;A: What was the name of your boyfriend again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Me: *** **** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;A: Not the Chinese name la, his western pronounciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Me: Then after you know it what? You're gonna use that for something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;A: Just anxious la. If not I cannot go to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Me: Then let you stay awake for tonight, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;A: Ah how evil, you my friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Me: Am I your friend, that's new to me! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;A: Ah, now you're hoping more than just a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Me: Well well well, now who's actually hoping that, is it you or me? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice he asked me to accompany him watch movie, and I was just like ok, nothing special la. In the theatre, even I didn't give him hint or hold his hand, I literally FOLD my hand, although I knew he put his hand on the palmrest. OBVIOUS INVITATION, no? It's quite obvious on where this will go isn't it? From my experience with all the guys I've dated, the thing that you do in the theatre are good indications on how you will spend the night after. &lt;b style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Hold hands = good! No touchy touchy = Sleep alone tonight!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't even a date!!!&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to watch, he asked me to accompany. I thought the movie was good, so I agreed to accompany. That simple! Tell me if I did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey man! Know your boundaries. It's not like you're my boyfriend or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-7354958985077242116?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/7354958985077242116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/ngelunjak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/7354958985077242116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/7354958985077242116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/ngelunjak.html' title='NGELUNJAK'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S1sjvIy-2cI/AAAAAAAAANM/G2kSz-bR-9Q/s72-c/ScreenShot001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-2066549897513034714</id><published>2010-01-22T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:06:07.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>占星 (zhān xīng) - Couple Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S1miv5pUHUI/AAAAAAAAANE/uROgYzfkbcI/s1600-h/horoscope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S1miv5pUHUI/AAAAAAAAANE/uROgYzfkbcI/s320/horoscope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lao gong just sent it to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GEMINI - The Twin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nice.  Love is one of a kind. Great listeners. Very Good at confusing people.... Lover  not a fighter, but will still knock you out. Geminis will not take any crap from  anyone. Geminis like to tell people what they should do and get offended easily.  &amp;nbsp;They are great at losing things and are forgetful. &amp;nbsp;Geminis can be  very sarcastic and childish at times and are very nosey. &amp;nbsp;Trustworthy.  Always happy. VERY Loud. Talkative. Outgoing. VERY FORGIVING. Loves to make out.  Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. THE MOST IRRESISTIBLE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium;"&gt;CANCER - The Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium;"&gt;MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high appeal. A Cancer's Love is one of a  kind.. Very romantic.. Most caring person you will ever meet in your life.  &amp;nbsp;Entirely creative Person, most are artists and insane, respectfully  speaking. They perfected sex and do it often. &amp;nbsp;Extremely random. An  Ultimate Freak. Extremely funny and is usually the life of the party. &amp;nbsp;Most  Cancers will take you under their wing and into their hearts where you will  remain forever.. &amp;nbsp;Cancers make love with a passion beyond compare.  Spontaneous. &amp;nbsp;Not a Fighter, But will kick your ass good if it comes down  to it. Someone you should hold on to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think we could make an everlasting couple? Lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-2066549897513034714?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/2066549897513034714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/couple-horoscope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/2066549897513034714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/2066549897513034714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/couple-horoscope.html' title='占星 (zhān xīng) - Couple Horoscope'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S1miv5pUHUI/AAAAAAAAANE/uROgYzfkbcI/s72-c/horoscope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-6966936525117543969</id><published>2010-01-20T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T02:30:35.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>贪婪 (tān lán) - Greed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S1bS5tnaS4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/NpNZqGohV5U/s1600-h/greed-scrooge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S1bS5tnaS4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/NpNZqGohV5U/s320/greed-scrooge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money Money Money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important in our life, no?&lt;br /&gt;Although one says that money can't buy love, but for me, without money you can't even live long enough to love. It's a materialistic world we live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog entry was actually inspired by my senior in workplace. He's been working here for more than 20 years already, and if you count his salary, it is enough to buy one new Honda CR-V every month. And even on certain months in a year, he could afford to buy new Honda Camry with his monthly salary.&lt;br /&gt;People talk bad about him, people envy him, people just want to be like him somehow... Who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in achieving that, he often disobey other people's right, he often tricks his colleague so that he could get the expensive jobs, and sometimes, while he's on vacation, he would keep monitoring the activities in the workplace, and when expensive jobs coming, he would fly right away, even in the middle of vacation, and replacing his subtitute colleague for that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never, for once treat his crews, even after performed several jobs in one single day. Bring re-cooked food for banquet party. Using the same worn-out clothes for year. Buying second-hand goods for his kids. Bring airplane foods as a gift for his smallest kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many bad talks about him that I've heard, so many curses and invectives that people say to him. For me, this is not the problem, and that's not how you should solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being greedy is a choice, you cannot force people not to be greed because that's your perception of good behaviour of human beings that has been planted in your mind say, since you were a small kid. That's not it. It's his choice to live his life that way, he has taken all his risks for good, so be it. He lost his time for his family, he has that stigma from other people, and many others that I cannot even mention, only he knows. He has swallowed his pills. And I bet&amp;nbsp; that would be a bitter one, probably get even more bitter in following years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I don't want to have a regret in my live by piling money all the time in my life until I cannot even enjoy it anymore. I have my purposes, I don't mind to work hard (and smart of course) and spend my money for my family. People say " It is not the time of shopping and travelling, you should do it later once you have more money...". But the question is, when? How enough is enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, Family, and Sweetheart (and Friends, heh heh). For me, that is all that counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-6966936525117543969?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/6966936525117543969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/greed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/6966936525117543969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/6966936525117543969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/greed.html' title='贪婪 (tān lán) - Greed'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S1bS5tnaS4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/NpNZqGohV5U/s72-c/greed-scrooge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-8727257557596055009</id><published>2010-01-17T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:06:20.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>大雨 (dà yǔ) - Heavy Rain: The Origami Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S1Ops1nCIEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MJTD4YcYynY/s1600-h/ve0xg8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S1Ops1nCIEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MJTD4YcYynY/s400/ve0xg8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's super handsome, isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;To think of him as playable character in a game was far beyond my imagination. But as the powerful graphic for game console came true by the release of Playstation 3, it is possible now.&lt;br /&gt;This handsome guy is a character from game named Heavy Rain: The Origami Killer which will be released around February 18, 2010 in Japan, February 23, 2010 in North America, and February 24, 2010 for Europe. I don't have a Playstation 3 console though, but I WANT TO HAVE IT after I see this, lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course after I make sure that Playstation 3 can play pirated game :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this game will surely be one of the 1st game I buy :)&lt;br /&gt;Here's the preview of the gameplay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2UyKxMXTyqY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2UyKxMXTyqY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KL7JXoSi7aU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KL7JXoSi7aU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJ_A2Tpz2UM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJ_A2Tpz2UM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want I want I want, lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-8727257557596055009?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/8727257557596055009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/heavy-rain-origami-killer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/8727257557596055009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/8727257557596055009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/heavy-rain-origami-killer.html' title='大雨 (dà yǔ) - Heavy Rain: The Origami Killer'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S1Ops1nCIEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MJTD4YcYynY/s72-c/ve0xg8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-6090140255854191998</id><published>2010-01-16T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:06:39.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>幻想 (huàn xiǎng) - Final Fantasy Dissidia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S1HXoszgxnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mWZdAZjtpUg/s1600-h/DissidiaOST.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S1HXoszgxnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mWZdAZjtpUg/s400/DissidiaOST.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ever since I decided to join the crowd in playing PSP, I'm always up to date with all the new games released, lol. I am obsessed &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of my favourite these days is Dissidia. At first I expected would see another Final Fantasy RPG series (which I dun really favor). Everyone's been raving about Cloud, Tidus, etc etc, but I dun really have determination to finish even one Final Fantasy episode. The only game in the series which I played was FF VII (people said that it was the one with the most exciting stories ever, but not for me, heh heh) and I didn't finish playing it. Quite boring after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the fighting scene example here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://media.ign.com/ev/embed.swf" height="270" id="ignplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://media.ign.com/ev/embed.swf' /&gt;&lt;param name='allowfullscreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='allowscriptaccess' value='always' /&gt;&lt;param name='bgcolor' value='#000000' /&gt;&lt;param name='flashvars' value='vgroup=dissidia_battle_082608_2&amp;object=904962'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://psp.ign.com/objects/904/904962.html"&gt;More Dissidia Final Fantasy News &amp;amp; Previews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how long I can play this one, hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-6090140255854191998?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/6090140255854191998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/final-fantasy-dissidia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/6090140255854191998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/6090140255854191998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/final-fantasy-dissidia.html' title='幻想 (huàn xiǎng) - Final Fantasy Dissidia'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S1HXoszgxnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mWZdAZjtpUg/s72-c/DissidiaOST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-2565191061236048304</id><published>2010-01-10T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T02:29:43.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>友谊 (yǒu yì) - Thanks for your Friendship</title><content type='html'>I cherish it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S0p5A6MlqqI/AAAAAAAAAME/hcxljaH6zLA/s1600-h/friend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S0p5A6MlqqI/AAAAAAAAAME/hcxljaH6zLA/s320/friend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely.&amp;nbsp; Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.&amp;nbsp; ~Dinah Craik, &lt;i&gt;A Life for a Life&lt;/i&gt;, 1859&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-2565191061236048304?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/2565191061236048304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanks-for-your-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/2565191061236048304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/2565191061236048304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanks-for-your-friendship.html' title='友谊 (yǒu yì) - Thanks for your Friendship'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S0p5A6MlqqI/AAAAAAAAAME/hcxljaH6zLA/s72-c/friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-9116067821824272586</id><published>2010-01-03T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T02:35:55.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>最美的平凡 (zuì měi de píng fán) - The Most Beautiful Normality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S0BbcK_JvSI/AAAAAAAAALc/BbbMEe436bk/s1600-h/01640_thedock_1280x800.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422434490897775906" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S0BbcK_JvSI/AAAAAAAAALc/BbbMEe436bk/s320/01640_thedock_1280x800.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;徘徊过多少橱窗&lt;br /&gt;How many cupboards and windows have I paced past,&lt;br /&gt;住过多少旅馆&lt;br /&gt;How many hotels have I stayed in,&lt;br /&gt;才会觉得分离也并不冤枉&lt;br /&gt;Until I no longer feel wronged by the break up?&lt;br /&gt;感情是用来浏览&lt;br /&gt;Is affection just for show&lt;br /&gt;还是用来珍藏&lt;br /&gt;Or should it be treasured,&lt;br /&gt;好让日子天天都过得难忘&lt;br /&gt;To make each day an unforgettable day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;熬过了多久患难&lt;br /&gt;How long have I endured the trials?&lt;br /&gt;湿了多少眼眶&lt;br /&gt;How many times have my eyes teared?&lt;br /&gt;才能知道伤感是爱的遗产&lt;br /&gt;Until I knew that sorrow is love's legacy?&lt;br /&gt;流浪几张双人床&lt;br /&gt;How many double beds have I slept in alone?&lt;br /&gt;换过几次信仰&lt;br /&gt;How many different religions have I changed?&lt;br /&gt;才让戒指义无返顾的交换&lt;br /&gt;Until the rings are exchanged irrevocably?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把一个人的温暖&lt;br /&gt;To let a person's warmth,&lt;br /&gt;转移到另一个的胸膛&lt;br /&gt;Transfer to the torso of another.&lt;br /&gt;让上次犯的错反省出梦想&lt;br /&gt;Let the mistakes made in the past be reflected upon to create the dreams.&lt;br /&gt;每个人都是这样&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was like this,&lt;br /&gt;享受过提心吊胆&lt;br /&gt;Having experienced nervousness before,&lt;br /&gt;才拒绝做爱情代罪的羔羊&lt;br /&gt;Before rejecting being a scapegoat for love.&lt;br /&gt;回忆是抓不到的月光握紧就变黑暗&lt;br /&gt;Memories are like uncatchable moonbeams, clench too tightly and they would turn into darkness.&lt;br /&gt;等虚假的背影消失于晴朗&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the shadows of the shallow and false to vanish into the clear sky.&lt;br /&gt;阳光在身上流转,等所有业障被原谅&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight is shining on us, let's wait for all the imperfections to be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;爱情不停站 想开往地老天荒&lt;br /&gt;Love is not stopping, it is heading towards the land of eternity;&lt;br /&gt;需要多勇敢&lt;br /&gt;One needs to be braver in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;烛光照亮了晚餐,照不出个答案&lt;br /&gt;The candlelight has lit up our dinner, but it cannot illuminate the answer.&lt;br /&gt;恋爱不是温馨的请客吃饭&lt;br /&gt;Being in love is not just warmly inviting people over for meals.&lt;br /&gt;床单上铺满花瓣 拥抱让他成长&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle the bedsheets with flower petals, hug him and let him grow up,&lt;br /&gt;太拥挤就开到了别的土壤&lt;br /&gt;If it is too cramped, just go to another place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感情需要人接班&lt;br /&gt;Love needs someone to continue it,&lt;br /&gt;接近换来期望&lt;br /&gt;And slowly be exchanged for hope.&lt;br /&gt;期望带来失望的恶性循环&lt;br /&gt;Hope, however, brings the evil cycle of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;短暂的总是浪漫&lt;br /&gt;The short-termed relationship is always romantic,&lt;br /&gt;漫长总会不满&lt;br /&gt;The long-term relationship is always full of dissatisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;烧完美好青春换一个老伴&lt;br /&gt;After burning through the great years of youth, exchange it all for an old partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不要失望&lt;br /&gt;Don't be disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;荡气回肠是为了&lt;br /&gt;All these touching scenes are for&lt;br /&gt;最美的平凡&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful normality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times I have heard this melody, I just can’t get bored with it. No other song can depict me like how this song does. It was funny, however, how I found this song. Few years ago, I was alone in my hotel room, in a place I would not normally come after. I didn’t have any urge to go out, like what I will usually do. I saw advertisement on tv, advertised this compilation album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was startled, literally, when I first heard the piece of this song aired, and in a rush I looked at the screen, trying to look for some infomation, but no information there. I started with my obsession on this song, wait for the next advert to air again and I recorded this song on my phone. Ever since then, I asked my friends whether they know this song, but no one would come with answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day, exactly, since I first heard it. I was me and by brother in my room, he was busy doing something on my laptop, while I typed something on my PC. He played THAT song from my music collection! I was like, Gosh… THIS is IT!!! So unique how fate can play with you in unique way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year and a half has passed, and I still love this tune…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can meet Mr. Eason to congratulate him because he had created this piece of&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt; beautiful normality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-9116067821824272586?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/9116067821824272586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/most-beautiful-normality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/9116067821824272586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/9116067821824272586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/most-beautiful-normality.html' title='最美的平凡 (zuì měi de píng fán) - The Most Beautiful Normality'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S0BbcK_JvSI/AAAAAAAAALc/BbbMEe436bk/s72-c/01640_thedock_1280x800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-1141326708701075500</id><published>2009-11-08T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:06:59.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>工作伴侣 (gōng zuò bàn lǚ) - Work Mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S0BZogFolcI/AAAAAAAAALU/h25Jb57AQpY/s1600-h/springstandards-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422432503697282498" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S0BZogFolcI/AAAAAAAAALU/h25Jb57AQpY/s320/springstandards-1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 234px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worked with someone so full of himself, he wouldn't take any suggestion from you?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have. In fact, I am currently working with him as a team. He never share anything he knew, even made decision without telling me.&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to be femme here, but darn, it's a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of two. When one of the members decides to think and acts by himself, it's a big problem. That's not what a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; means, is it?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, if this continues, I really need to talk to him personally before this go on our way and becomes a big problem later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-1141326708701075500?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/1141326708701075500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-you-ever-worked-with-someone-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/1141326708701075500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/1141326708701075500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-you-ever-worked-with-someone-so.html' title='工作伴侣 (gōng zuò bàn lǚ) - Work Mate'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S0BZogFolcI/AAAAAAAAALU/h25Jb57AQpY/s72-c/springstandards-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-7347973137319501529</id><published>2009-10-20T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T02:35:09.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>纸 (zhǐ) - Piece of Paper</title><content type='html'>I always consider myself as "paper-like" person, means you can easily see my emotions just by looking at me. And my friends know that.&lt;br /&gt;So it's a disadvantage for me when I have to face client &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;on location&lt;/span&gt; and has to make a conversation, especially when the clients talks about something boring, something I really hate to talk about, or worse, something which makes me speechless, don't know how to response. And the worst part of it, many of the clients are like that.&lt;br /&gt;I mean they always ramble about safety (which I know is important, but hey! 2 hours talking about safety without stopping cannot make your work even more safe). Or talk about how they would enjoy work for my company instead (duh, please). Or just completely silent. Darn XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Err Pak, silahkan lho dimakan dan diminum hidangannya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;"Wah, saya baru makan... Nanti aja"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Udah lama pak kerja di ****?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;"Oh sudah, sudah, saya sudah bekerja 25 tahun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Ooo *manggut-manggut*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Asli mana pak?" [pertanyaan standar yang pasti keluar kalo udah bingung mo ngomong apa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;"Asli Sumbar dek."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Ooo, kemarin gempa kena ngga?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;"Engga..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And continue like that until finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Err, Pak, saya permisi dulu ya, saya mau belajar caranya ngelog yang sigma ini [ngemeng tentang hal yang pasti dia nggak ngerti] jadi lain kali saya bisa ngelog sendiri, hehe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewww.&lt;br /&gt;But I left my friend continued to chat with him, for more than 2 hours straight. Oh man, how I admire him (by him, I mean my friend) for his enthusiasm. I mean, it's just so hard keeping your interest-look while u're actually hoping for the conversation to end. *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;I know that we should "entertain" the client, but still. Or should I start to think like my friend, that in this business we are also paid for our "lip service"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-7347973137319501529?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/7347973137319501529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/piece-of-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/7347973137319501529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/7347973137319501529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/piece-of-paper.html' title='纸 (zhǐ) - Piece of Paper'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-6189475031659678350</id><published>2009-09-16T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:42:33.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl in Coverall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S0BXnaQ0LOI/AAAAAAAAALM/NKPNUyBxPYY/s1600-h/10028_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S0BXnaQ0LOI/AAAAAAAAALM/NKPNUyBxPYY/s320/10028_red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422430285930441954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ust reached home from land job, phew, gotta rest for a while and then later will move to the next location for the same job.&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, one of my old friends joined the company and got transferred to the base where I'm working right now. Kinda surprising though because one, she's a girl, and not only a girl, when I say girl it means girly girl,&lt;br /&gt;1. kinda like go to salon to dye hair,&lt;br /&gt;2. and wear beautiful dresses,&lt;br /&gt;3. and super hygiene,&lt;br /&gt;4. and even wears make ups that you won't even imagine is present&lt;br /&gt;5. and even before she came, she asked me whether we will get our skin burned. Duh... I'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, if you dont even have any pictures of what you will get when you work in oil and gas service company while expecting such thing, let me tell you, that won't be happen, not once in the blue moon :p&lt;br /&gt;Your skin will get dark, make up probably can help a little, and then you often don't have decent bath in days, and eat with your bare hand after doing something dirty (well, I always bring a spoon everytime I go to a job because of that), and talking about dresses, coverall is all that you can get, and it's dirty with grease, oil (nice!), or something else.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, about working time, there's no flexibility, you work for 24/7, be a call-girl (or boy, in my case) whose ready to be called anytime anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;So, are you ready, girls?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, one of the advantages, some guys think that girls wear coverall are sexy, hmm, not me though.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And not even one day pass after she came, she already thinks to quit, lol &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-6189475031659678350?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/6189475031659678350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2009/09/j-ust-reached-home-from-land-job-phew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/6189475031659678350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/6189475031659678350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2009/09/j-ust-reached-home-from-land-job-phew.html' title='Girl in Coverall'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqQpnnQ2b60/S0BXnaQ0LOI/AAAAAAAAALM/NKPNUyBxPYY/s72-c/10028_red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-3639718964866854645</id><published>2009-08-12T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:37:07.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Days-Off After School</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I got 10 days free! But after that I still dunno where my next assignment will be at. You know, working in this business means you have to be ready to be called anywhere, anytime and can be placed literally anywhere, either at Himalayan mountain top, or even in an exiled island in the middle of Pacific ocean. Okay, maybe I lift the story a lil’ bit, but I guess you get what I mean, heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I just came back from Bandung, the town where I pursued my bachelor degree. Went there only for one night to settle some matters in college, and also to meet few of my old buddies. Feels really nice to come back to college, you know, chitty chatty with the professors, as if you are just like old friends or just strolling around where you spent bad times with study-before-exams thingie, and also being scolded during pre-research meetings.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, it will be even nicer if my notty pum comes with me, heh heh. Sorry deary, will take you there next time, kay?&lt;br /&gt;And that’s already 3 days since my vacation starts. 7 more days left &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah how time passes faster when  you don’t want it to be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-3639718964866854645?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/3639718964866854645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-days-off-after-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/3639718964866854645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/3639718964866854645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-days-off-after-school.html' title='First Days-Off After School'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964236264442364002.post-7144222015635915279</id><published>2009-08-05T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:03:02.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="steve's art moo business card set 1 (5)" height="206" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3258/3091099997_52ee69dd8e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's been awhile since I closed my last blog, but I guess I'm ready to start writing again, heh heh. I will put more determination in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made this blog to keep my mind active and ya, to escape from my daily work routines. Won't talk to much this time, am getting ready for my flight back home (finally!) after the 3 months rigorous (well, I exaggerate a bit though, haha) training oversea.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I hope you like my ramblings, thanks for visiting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/933ca37e-7b47-4408-a570-c1ee69fd2bd2/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=933ca37e-7b47-4408-a570-c1ee69fd2bd2" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; float: right;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script defer="defer" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964236264442364002-7144222015635915279?l=rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/7144222015635915279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/7144222015635915279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964236264442364002/posts/default/7144222015635915279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rain-in-the-summer.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-world.html' title='Hello World!'/><author><name>++ Chris ++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U6opk9_qHU/TsPL6UO2FVI/AAAAAAAAASc/vjGwP6MfgwI/s220/2011-06-19%2B17.55.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3258/3091099997_52ee69dd8e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
