<?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-1046684571718771328</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:06:21.417-05:00</updated><category term='chaodongcitiness'/><category term='like there is no tomorrow'/><category term='ireove'/><category term='alcoholized'/><category term='alcoholization'/><category term='andreasism'/><category term='thirstinessity'/><category term='calmfully'/><category term='aeraxciaz'/><title type='text'>ireove</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the land where stories last forever, where dreams are spoken, and where I will become a legend!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-3133693612470149222</id><published>2011-05-17T19:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:25:49.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Toronto</title><content type='html'>Recently moved to Toronto, I haven't been able to get my life together. It sounds a bit depressing but yeah, I have been getting sick for these two weeks. The weather is to blame at first, but then I start blaming myself for not being able to take a good care of my own body as well. I haven't been eating well and getting a good rest. Life's been crazy, and lessons have been acquired everyday. I have also learnt so many new sayings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-3133693612470149222?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3133693612470149222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=3133693612470149222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/3133693612470149222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/3133693612470149222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-in-toronto.html' title='Life in Toronto'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-7184775195610976147</id><published>2010-12-13T03:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T01:40:32.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Era - 23</title><content type='html'>Haven't written anything for this year's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a year since I mourned. I still remember how that day was like. I attended staffs party, sent my friend to airport, and then ate out with my friends on the 27th. A call at 12:00AM from my mom changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's birthday party, I have celebrated it with no party and alcohol, unlike previous ones since I was 19. A lot has changed; I have changed, my situation has changed, and people around me have changed. Somehow, things are different now, and before I realized it, I am already 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 years of my life, I realize that I still haven't done much. Even though,  should I say, I have changed a lot. I grew up in fucked-up environment where nothing is stable. People seemed to understand nothing about us, and always troubled us. I was troubled, I went to school and looked for troubles, and I caused troubles more than anything because I was exposed to troubles and drama-shits since I was infant. Because of my perspectives, I believed I was alone out there facing cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you something, you might not be able to understand me because you haven't lived like me, you haven't felt what I felt, and you haven't seen what I seen. I saw people dear to me being messed around by people and I couldn't do shits. I have to admit that I was and am still weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on my 23rd, I saw something clear. It was clear to me that I have done a lot to improve my life, my study, and my future. Never had I realized that I have done well at university now. Even though it is quite late since I am a fourth year, but getting 80-90s in fourth year is still better than 50-60s during first and second years I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside my academic, I also realize that I have many friends dear to me, people whom I want to keep close to me. Something that I see, I have made and lost many friends. Some becomes enemies and some become strangers, not relevant to your life no more. I realize that the best thing I can do is to keep 'em who value me as their friends close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing I discover is that life is always hard and cruel. No matter what I do, it is never enough. As I mentioned to my friend before,&lt;br /&gt;"When you are hungry, you look for food; when you are full, you become lazy. When you are poor, you look for money; when you are rich, you underestimate and become lazy. As humans become hungry after not eating for hours and full after they fill their hungers, we will never be satisfied, thus same as life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't want to whine anymore, ain't got time for that anymore. I am 23 now. I want to graduate, get my work permit, start working, and build my fortune. I don't want to be satisfied neither, I want to keep aiming higher and higher. As I have promised myself, I want to make myself more fortune than my old man. How can I do that if I keep whining and complaining about myself and bad luck that happens to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I graduate, during convocation, if they ask me, "what do you want to do now?"&lt;br /&gt;I will say with proud face, "conquer the world." If I can't prove myself and fail, then it's not the world's fault for being cruel, it is me for being weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-7184775195610976147?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7184775195610976147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=7184775195610976147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7184775195610976147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7184775195610976147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/12/23.html' title='My New Era - 23'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-4334271400390676420</id><published>2010-05-05T03:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T03:33:59.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The New World Out There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Today, I just got elected as one of the school clubs' president FML."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I suppose I could say that, but I shouldn't ya know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a total new thing for me, being a president of a club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never like to be in the spotlight for a long time now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, something inside me wants me to take a big role.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean, making decision that kinda of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was quite confusing even when I had made my speech in front of the club's members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was quite holding back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I became nervous when I stood out there and gave out speech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was it because there was no podium for me to lay my hands?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or was it because I was facing the big role?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I will do my best to execute what I have promised to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope it will be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is no holding back since I have the title now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess I am entering a new day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-4334271400390676420?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/4334271400390676420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=4334271400390676420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/4334271400390676420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/4334271400390676420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-world-out-there.html' title='The New World Out There'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-4910287354947792531</id><published>2010-03-14T06:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T06:16:22.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreached</title><content type='html'>There are so many things that I want to have&lt;div&gt;There are so many dreams that I want to fulfill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, I have seen that I can't have everything, nor fulfill every dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw something that I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought a lot of ways to get it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent all my days thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went into depression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would be able to fulfill my dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, everything seems to be so far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, it doesn't matter anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's leave it unreached&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, we should leave thing alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For it to stay beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when I walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-4910287354947792531?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/4910287354947792531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=4910287354947792531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/4910287354947792531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/4910287354947792531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/03/unreached.html' title='Unreached'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-4212852892049492228</id><published>2010-03-08T01:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:22:10.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Travel</title><content type='html'>It has been years I left home. Living abroad, I have met so many people. I have learnt a lot about life and friendships. I have learnt how to take care of myself. And I have grown up here in Canada. I was 16 years old when I first arrived in Canada. Six years now, six years now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come to meet new people and lost connections with the ones from back home. I have come to build my own dreams. I have realized that I want to do something big with my life. I want to help constructing this world, building a better future for the next generation. Yeah, it is such a dream that I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, somewhere along the road, I miss home. I miss everyone that I left and I miss everyone who leaves. But, my mind has to be strong, I can't stop now, I am halfway into career world. I am almost there, I am almost there. If I stop now, then everything will be in vain. I wasn't born to be in vain, I was born to save the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my travel shouldn't stop here. I have to keep travelling... One day, I will find home and that's when I will settle. But, not now, not now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-4212852892049492228?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/4212852892049492228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=4212852892049492228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/4212852892049492228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/4212852892049492228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-travel.html' title='My Travel'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-9095045877036001679</id><published>2010-03-08T00:56:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:13:39.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon</title><content type='html'>Meeting new people is fun; get to know them, learn about them, and chill with them. Yet, it's quite funny to me how people come and leave. Some stays but they eventually leave. Everyday, we meet different people. When it is crowded with people, we look for loneliness. When it is lonely, we look for people.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the purpose of interacting if everyone eventually leaves? that's the question that I am trying to answer. Some said it is really pleasant to meet people even if they are going to leave. Well, I am still trying to figure out what some has tried to convince me, that it is &lt;i&gt;really pleasant&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, when gramp is gone, my mind wonders looking for answers for questions. Many told me I have changed. I don't know how much I have changed, but I believe what they say. I am hungry for knowledge. I want to know the reason behind everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance here, when you think you find the right person, and before you get to know the person, the person is leaving... so soon before you realize it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder, if there is any answer to why this should happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny huh? Yeah, I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-9095045877036001679?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/9095045877036001679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=9095045877036001679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/9095045877036001679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/9095045877036001679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/03/soon.html' title='Soon'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-5741379802334966275</id><published>2010-02-26T17:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:03:10.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of My Favourite Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"If I fight, I conquer." - Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't compete with them; they compete with me." - jqL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd rather betray the world than let the world betray me." - Cao Cao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Truth is a fruit that can only be picked when it is very ripe." - Voltaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing, and dancing sooner than war." - Homer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a man can cry one time and one time only: when his mother leaves him forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go out to the world, learn that you are a loser and learn how to become a winner." - jqL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you are content to be simply yourself and don't compare or compete, everybody will respect you." - Lau Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since love and fear can hardly exist together, if we must choose between them, it is far safer to be feared than loved." - Niccolo Machiavelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are just a man." - Marcus Aurelius appointed a man to remind him about his mortality by whispering to his ear whenever he was praised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He who blinded by ambition, raises himself to a position whence he cannot mount higher, must thereafter fall with the greatest loss." - Niccolo Machiavelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who are skilled in combat do not become angered, those who are skilled at winning do not become afraid. Thus the wise win before they fight, while the ignorant fight to win." - Zhuge Liang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water my friend." - Bruce Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-5741379802334966275?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5741379802334966275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=5741379802334966275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5741379802334966275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5741379802334966275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-of-my-favourite-quotes.html' title='Some of My Favourite Quotes'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-6099789856893440298</id><published>2010-02-24T00:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:49:53.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Moon is Hiding</title><content type='html'>In every depressing moment&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I look for&lt;br /&gt;Your light shines my mood&lt;br /&gt;It lifts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you are not around&lt;br /&gt;When you hide&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where to look&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My insanity grows as if I am exploding&lt;br /&gt;I have to depend to myself&lt;br /&gt;My weak and fragile self&lt;br /&gt;Hide behind my ego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are around&lt;br /&gt;So I can just let it go&lt;br /&gt;And uncover the new page of my life&lt;br /&gt;And write down a new story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days to full-moon&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to let everything go away&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of my sanity&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of new chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then, let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-6099789856893440298?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/6099789856893440298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=6099789856893440298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/6099789856893440298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/6099789856893440298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-moon-is-hiding.html' title='When the Moon is Hiding'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-7171050173101984300</id><published>2010-02-11T15:42:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:23:29.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinvented under Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Last November 2009 was a rebirth for me. It developed and made me into a better human. Somehow, I start to understand the fundamental concept of how life works. Yet, I don’t know Who made us and why we are here. But, I start to see what my life should be about. I see my goal and I have a new vision of my own future. I am turning into a leader who soon would lead a family. His death was painful that I haven’t been able to fully get over it. Yet, his death has a meaning. The death was a new invention entering my life; it shows me the meaning of living in this world. Never have I thought I am turning into a caring man. Using horoscope, I am a rabbit and Sagittarius at the same time. I was born under the year of fire. I am full of adventure spirit and always want to be a loner. However, somewhere along the road, I long for home; I long for a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His death has reinvented a new me. And now, I don’t like rabbit being in between of tiger and dragon. A rabbit that tries to outrun a tiger is called a prey, and a rabbit that tries to outmatch a dragon is called a dreamer. So, I would like to be a phoenix that is reborn under fire instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-7171050173101984300?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7171050173101984300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=7171050173101984300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7171050173101984300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7171050173101984300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/02/reinvented-under-fire.html' title='Reinvented under Fire'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-6952662840527124524</id><published>2010-02-11T15:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:27:43.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four-legged Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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I am going to explain my theory – the four-legged table theory. However, I am not sure if there is anyone who has made this theory before. Anyway, the theme is “family.” I want to describe a family as a table. I was inspired by Elisa Prajogo’s idea, my Indonesian friend from UW. Elisa talked about a family being a ship in the storm. If a member falls down from the ship, the rest of the crews will fall with him/her. Elisa opened my eyes into my new viewpoint on caring for and protecting my family.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Let’s go to the four-legged table theory. I suppose parents are bottles of wine on the top of the table and children are the legs. Children would be there as legs to support their parents as they aged. Supposedly, the older the wine, the better it tastes. Thus, that’s how I will describe parents: we give them more love as they aged. As for children, they are the legs. Say there are two children, one child will hold two legs. Those children should work together in preventing the wine from falling. If a child happens to be missing, two legs are gone. Suppose now you know what happen to the table and the wine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Often, children have different traits that they adopted from their family and social lives. Same case as the legs, each leg may have different feature to it. One might be heavier that another and another might be longer by several millimetres than others. Yet, their purpose is of one; to prevent the wine from falling. Without working together as a whole, the legs will be disabled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Thus, a family is a four-legged table. If a leg goes missing, then the whole family has to be rebuilt by readjusting the table into three-legged. Changes applied might often be painful and unsustainable. In conclusion, whether a table will fall is all depended on the legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-6952662840527124524?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/6952662840527124524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=6952662840527124524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/6952662840527124524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/6952662840527124524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/02/four-legged-table.html' title='Four-legged Table'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-1980256958492543996</id><published>2010-02-11T01:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T02:19:33.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some questions that sometimes come to my mind are such as:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Why do people apologize?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Why don't people apologize?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Why some people wouldn't apologize even when they are wrong?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Why some people would still apologize even when they aren't doing anything wrong?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I start surfing internet and finding quotes as my first research into the theme "apology." There are many different opinions from people around the world. Some says apologizing is important and some says apologizing isn't a good idea. I wonder, which one is correct? to apologize or not to apologize?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From how I was raised, I should apologize when I do mistakes and hurt others' feeling. From my perspective, apology may be the quickest or the slowest tool ever to fix relationship with someone I harm. Personally, I believe that apology is important when one wants to maintain his/her relationship with others, and the delivery of an apology should be sincere. Sincerity plays important role for other to see how truthful we suffer from our wrongdoings to them and how we want to reconnect with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When someone doesn't apologize, it might look like he/she doesn't care about the relationship anymore. But, does that always the case? Apparently, some people don't want to apologize because they don't want hurt their own pride. (need citation) Some people choose to maintain their pride by not apologizing. Yet, I think this isn't a wise thought. After experiencing many things in my life, I come to believe that pride isn't the only thing we need in this world; it is not the most glorious trait ever too. Pride is based ego, yet reputation may make someone a divine. They aren't the same. Especially sometimes pride/ego may fool one into misunderstanding the fundamental concepts behind human relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In relationship, it is important to take care of each other's feelings. Feelings are fragile, they are metaphorically a glass. Once it is broken, it is hard to repair. Even with the gluing, there are cracks and scars left over on the glass. When problems occur, apology can be one of the most important tools for preventing the glass from breaking further. As I have mentioned in the earlier post, mouth is one of the most important sense and it is simple to use. I don't see the difficulty in saying a word "sorry."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Offending people usually leaves scars in their brain and heart. It is dangerous especially when the hatred peaks. Human can do roughly anything when he/she lost control of the hatred. Especially, some people may take more offense when no apology is delivered by the ones that do mistakes. Without apology, the harmed ones may think that they have been looked down so bad that no one cares about what they really feel. They may sometimes feel that they are just simply a trash in the garbage bin; they can be spat on and ruled over. This feeling is dangerous because hatred grows from it. It won't be long before outburst when sincere apology is never delivered. How awful can the hatred outburst be? I suppose the end of relationship may be one of the awful things. Worst comes to worst, physical abuse may occur. Hatred often leads to madness in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yet, some people apologize a lot. Sometimes they also apologize when they don't commit anything wrong. Thus, I start to wonder, why they do so? I first thought it would be stupid to apologize when one doesn't do anything wrong. It is because one might also be looked down because he/she apologizes too much. Because, now people may see he/she as a weak and harmless person. However, somehow from some events in my life, I start to understand why these people do so. I might as well be one of these people, ones who apologize when they don't do anything wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I let go of my ego for a while now, I try to maintain good relationship with people. I say sorry when I am not wrong. I understand why I do so. It is not because I am weak and harmless; it is more because I care about the relationship. When a relationship is broken, apology doesn't have anymore effect on anything; it will no longer solve anything and hold any relationship together. I choose to have some people look down on me and I apologize. It is also because I know that only the wise can see the truth behind the delivering of apology when not doing anything wrong. To me, it is more like saying "let me take the blame, let me be the one to do the mistake, because I care about our relationship above this conflict of ours."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally, I know that it might be one of the hardest thing to apologize when you are not doing anything wrong. I was a man with ego and high pride. But somehow along the way, things changed and I start to care about the relationship I have with people around me. People do mistakes and hurt one another. Using logic, if everyone doesn't apologize for what he/she had done wrong, there will be no mutual understanding and love created in this world. Everyone might as well be against and harm one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thus, apology is one of the important tools for one to consider when one wants to repair relationship. It is only when one no longer cares about the relationship then he/she will not deliver any apology. It is also important to remember that it takes two sides to agree on each other, as it takes two hands to clap. Apology can't just always be delivered by one side. It sometimes takes two sides to apologize for each other's mistakes in maintaining relationship. Yet, some people never seem to understand this concept. I still wonder why people tend to apologize to and forgive each other right before they close their eyes and sleep in eternity. I wonder why people can't apologize just right when they do mistake. I believe we don't need to build a mountain of mistakes and then ask for a forgiveness just right before the mountain explodes. It is better late than never apologize, unless one doesn't care about the relationship anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1980256958492543996?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1980256958492543996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1980256958492543996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1980256958492543996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1980256958492543996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/02/art-of-apology.html' title='The Art of Apology'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-9085914077034732679</id><published>2010-02-09T22:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:24:44.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of a Tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;There are many ways to communicate among people. Talking, texting, writing, and body language are some of the examples. Talking involves the movement of tongue and mouth. It is phenomenal for human to able to speak with one another in a very sophisticated way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tongue is one of the most unique human body parts. There is much usefulness in every way especially for transmitting language between humans. Words are transmitted as tongue spins. And most of the time, words are transmitted without clear conscience from the mind as humans communicate. It is a crucial part for mouth to function. In everyday life, mouth is a very useful organ for telling story, calling, and mimicking sounds etc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;In this entry, I am going to give opinion about what I think about mouth. First thing first, mouth is useful in transmitting idea from mind and soul. Whatever people see and think, they can always depend on mouth to tell to the rest of the people about what they see and think. It is one of the most important communicating tools for daily life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Second, there is a saying: your mouth is your tiger. Meaning, without being used properly, whatever words came out from our mouth can end up making others turn against us. Thus, controlling what we say is very important to maintain peace our life. Mouth can be a blissful gift and it can also be a cursed gift. One word “attack” can pretty much flood the whole land with bloods, as we have learnt in the history of warfare. That’s the first thing about mouth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Third, mouth can also be used to spin words around for turning imagination into reality and blinding people in their euphoria. That’s what we call lies. Eyes are the sense used to justify and see reality, yet mouth can be used to change the reality by spinning the words. “It will be alright”, for example, is used to back up the reality where we know it is not alright. “The school is so good and it provides one of the best education for Canadian boarding school”, as the agent’s tongue spin and I listened, and my head started to imagine my beautiful life in this school even before I visit it. While in reality, it might not be the best place ever or it might even be the worst place to be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lastly, mouth can be used to cover up mistakes, flaws, and sins. Voltaire once talked about truth can be picked only when it is very ripe. To me, to prevent the truth to ripe takes one’s ability to use his mouth to delay the truth from coming, or even better if the truth can be brought to the grave using the mouth. The idea came to my mind today where subject and object just need to be replaced to create a totally new meaning. “I love her” and “she loves me” sound different. “I hit you” and “you hit me” as well. It depends on how one’s mouth capability is in order to create a good lie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;My point here is, it depends on a human on how he/she uses the mouth. Telling too many lies causes a person to lose trust from others. Telling a bold truth causes a person to be hated. It all comes back to the saying “your mouth is your tiger” eventually. Someone might suffer if the mouth isn’t well used. It is indeed one of the most useful tool of human body, but may cost life if misused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-9085914077034732679?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/9085914077034732679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=9085914077034732679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/9085914077034732679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/9085914077034732679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/02/art-of-tongue.html' title='The Art of a Tongue'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-8226976671910332280</id><published>2010-02-09T00:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:51:27.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parts of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything we do carves our road to the future. The road, or path, then interdependent from our actions - daily activities to crucial decision. This path of ours then lead us to the justification from community of whether we are good or bad. For myself, I have been walking paths of madness. Many interesting events (or what my friends would address as "drama") have taken place in my life. Of many paths that I can choose, I have always tried my best to stay in what people call "the good one". Some people who met me from before, they gave me an opinion about me saying that I can either be a super good guy or a super bad evil. There is nothing as ordinary for me these people said. I didn't really want to believe such thing because it might cause a placebo effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But then, recently, I have been so obsessed with reading war and power books, leaving my philosophical books behind. Every action I did, I somehow calculate it even further, afraid if I made mistake. Thinking become my priority and somehow I am becoming evil. I realized this before long when my friend addresses my actions have changed and become more evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, Confucius talked about how a thought without a moral can become a disastrous weapon. I somehow think I am lack of moral to study those war and power books. There is indeed a difference between a genius and a mad man. I am turning into a mad man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, at least, at the bright side, my friend addressed the problems to me and I start to change to the way I used to know. I think I don't need to read these books first. I have to firstly learn more about morality before I should know these warfare thoughts. As Confucius might have studied Sun Tzu's thoughts, he said only "if I fight, I conquer". To me, it means that Confucius knew how to deploy tactics really well, it is just that because he didn't want conflict to happen, then he chose to be peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess I am back to my sense now. I wouldn't imagine what I would become if I don't realize my change by now. Good thing that I can still turn back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-8226976671910332280?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8226976671910332280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=8226976671910332280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8226976671910332280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8226976671910332280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/02/parts-of-me.html' title='Parts of Me'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-369280706498648101</id><published>2010-02-07T22:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:06:57.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Lasts Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing lasts forever, that's what people say. Apparently, they made this sentence after the changing nature.  In &lt;i&gt;The Art of War&lt;/i&gt;, Sun Tzu said something similar to this sentence of mine: the day fades away after sunset, and the night follows. Seasons are involved in a cycle; spring is after winter, and summer is before fall. The wind that blows from early morning will last long but eventually will stop blowing, same case as night blowing wind. The wind will rise again after a while, same case as the day will come after sunrise, and the seasons will repeat themselves on the upcoming year. Thus, he kept mentioning that a good strategist should take this fact to his/her advantages. And yes, I am indeed still claiming myself as a strategist, studying under Sun Tzu =) (since I read his book) - Mencius ever mentioned that he is a student of Confucius even though he just study his books and thoughts without ever meeting him in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thus, nothing lasts forever indeed and that includes human's lifespan. We were born and we will die one day no matter how long we have lived. Isn't it quite painful to accept this fact? Death are something that most of the people would say they are really afraid of. It is their nemesis, something that they want to skip and keep living in this world. But, would that be possible? Even a leaf will become dry and fall, and will be replaced by another leaf. Trees, no matter how long they live, eventually another tree will take their place sooner or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But then, during his funeral, I went to this Buddhist temple and chanted for his soul there in afterlife. And this nun was talking, she talked about life and death. She said, according to the teaching, life and death can be addressed as number one and two. One comes before two, and, she asked, what's after two? She said, there is no end to changing and there is always another chapter of life. Everything works in a cycle. Then she continued, what if you put death as number one and life as two? Death comes first and then life is afterward. I come to think about it and somehow I see a logic in it. "Maybe that's right", one day we will go back to the soil and we become part of the Earth and we become another living entity for once more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story doesn't end here. My mom brought me to see her nephew, who is a preacher for one sect of Buddhism. Her nephew told me about how people nowadays listen to their mind more than their heart. By heart, he means our feeling and where God lives in our body. He said that heart will eventually close itself when we don't listen to them for a long time. He told me that people try to fight pain for long time and somehow pain will turn people into people that use only their minds. He continued with his talk about life. He said that everyone that we meet and interact in our life, is everyone that we have met before in our life before this one (related to reincarnation). Parents and children meet because they owe one another. Husband and wife owes each other the most. And enemies are because a party has deeply hurt another party. So, he urged me to listen to my tiny heart, do the best in my life, and not forgetting about doing good deeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talk about doing the best in my life, I remember Min/Sky lend me a book before, &lt;i&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie &lt;/i&gt;by Mitch Albom, his favourite author. This book gives me inspiration about what I should do when I am still alive. I never know the day when I won't wake up forever. This book also teach me about what the author addressed as "the living funeral." It is a funeral for someone who is still alive but the time of death is really close. It is a special occasion where someone ill will invite his/her friends to say what they want to say before he/she passes away. This character of Mitch's book wants to know about what people think about him. Somehow, it is true to me because you probably would never know about anymore comment that people will say in front of your coffin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, when my grandfather was told that he won't live longer than a year by doctor before in April 2008, I chose to go back as soon as possible. I don't wanna miss a chance for not able to say whatever I haven't said before. During that moment, we met and talked everyday. I accompanied him. He told me about everything that he never told me before. We talked as adults and we shared what we had never shared. In the end, before I left back to Canada, we waved our last goodbye, he told me "ping an" and I left. I can't explain my emotion as I walked down the stairs. My steps were heavy. My breaths were the same weight as my steps. He passed away in peace last year November, on my birthday. To me, my birthday and his death are the day we met again. I went home, I didn't said anything anymore, I just knelled down praying. Apparently, I think he knows what I want to say anymore. &lt;i&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/i&gt; has given me such a chance to not regret what happens in my life. I just thought about our memories, good ones and bad ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Man, I still remember you are the first guy to ever give me a small shot glass of X.O. cognac when I was five years old. You know, when I drink that every time now, my mind led me back to our memories. I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, I am still walking to the future of mine. I won't stop unless my heartbeats stop. I don't want to regret so I will do my best. Apparently, my body is still young and my mind is becoming sharpen with time. I will keep my heart alive as well. Somehow, I am an adult now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-369280706498648101?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/369280706498648101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=369280706498648101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/369280706498648101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/369280706498648101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/02/nothing-lasts-forever.html' title='Nothing Lasts Forever'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-5450201831746335948</id><published>2010-01-27T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:27:15.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Impatience - Final Fantasy XIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FF XIII is coming out in March 2010. Good news, I have pre-ordered it. Bad news, it is the busiest month in university. I have been waiting to play this game for such a long time. Should I say it was the last two years I have been waiting for it? After purchasing it, I have to wait until school holiday. Hopefully, it will turn out to be more than a superb game that it will be worth waiting for. Star Ocean 4: the last hope is also coming out in PS3 in February 2010. At last, Square Enix decides to make it for PS3 console. I wonder how many gamers would be pissed if Star Ocean 4 is never to be made for PS3, considering I played the 1st, 2nd, and the 3rd of this game. The good thing here is, I am going to sell my old games to purchase this one. No bad news for now since it is going to be a reading week. Well, don't worry if you don't see me during that week, I am probably busy playing this game and trying to finish it within a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-5450201831746335948?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5450201831746335948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=5450201831746335948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5450201831746335948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5450201831746335948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/01/favourite-game-final-fantasy.html' title='My Impatience - Final Fantasy XIII'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-1647727434167614488</id><published>2010-01-27T21:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:17:58.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more year to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This and next semesters are crucial toward my graduation. I really need to do my best in these two terms. Currently, I have been doing all good, getting almost perfect for my assignments and reading course books everyday. These days, I study almost everyday, hardly leaving myself any day for a break. I wonder, what if I had done this starting from my first year? Would I have done better? Or would it just be the same? Oh well, nothing is to be worried about by now. Eventually, I found the major that I like and I had learnt to study in hard way. I heard that trouble is good in order to train yourself to be discipline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The problem here is that getting back to Honour program is apparently not easy, especially I am in my fourth year. Supposedly, I am a General program graduate now. But, I won't be able to claim my options and specializations if I graduate right now. Damn, I really have to do something here. All I need here is hardwork and discipline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my last year here in university. I don't know what will happen after I graduate. Maybe nothing will happen, it's just I have to start finding myself a career. It will be a new life by next year. I don't want to mess it up now. Oh well, I just have to work hard right now and find myself a job after. By then, it will be a real adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1647727434167614488?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1647727434167614488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1647727434167614488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1647727434167614488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1647727434167614488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-more-year-to-go.html' title='One more year to go'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-8206978663643587381</id><published>2010-01-18T03:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:17:31.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hobby - Reading Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a new hobby right here. I have started to purchase and read books. Not just books assigned by professors, but I have started to read any kind of books, especially inspirational books. I just start to figure out how fun reading could be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lemme see, I found my new hobby during Christmas holiday last year. I had almost nothing to do after my trip back from Indonesia. I wasn't really thinking of hanging out and I wanted to be alone most of the time. I didn't really touch my game consoles and my PC. I wasn't up for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow in the middle, I got bored. Boredom is the most annoying thing. So I started to look around, trying to find what I can do. And, I started to read old comics, magazines, and newspapers. The most book that I read was &lt;i&gt;The Art of War&lt;/i&gt; I purchased from Singapore. Once I got tired from reading it, I went to Chapters and started to wander around. I bought myself a book and my sisters some inspirational books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever since then, I start reading when I am bored and tired from school work. Apparently, reading isn't that bad at all. This hobby took me more than twenty years to discover. Many people had suggested me to read books before. But I was being stubborn. Well, somehow, I had never understood how fun reading could be. Now, let's see how much I can read and learn from this new hobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-8206978663643587381?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8206978663643587381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=8206978663643587381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8206978663643587381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8206978663643587381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-hobby-reading-books.html' title='New Hobby - Reading Books'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-1923155041319663994</id><published>2010-01-18T02:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:06:35.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Usual and Ordinary Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School term starts again and students like me are getting busy for once again. This is my fourth year now and it is one of the most crucial times in my life. I am still trying to raise my average marks and it is quite a pain. More than that, things are getting slower and relaxed for now. Nothing interesting nor intriguing happens these days. Somehow I feel bored. I haven't really thought too much for a while now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, maybe it is a good start for me. After living a life of adventures, I might as well take a bit of rest. Living a casual and ordinary life would help me concentrate in school. That's for now at least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1923155041319663994?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1923155041319663994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1923155041319663994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1923155041319663994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1923155041319663994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/01/usual-and-ordinary-life.html' title='Usual and Ordinary Life'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-2708455607082322944</id><published>2010-01-16T01:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:35:44.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a lot of dreams where my grandpa showed up these days. I could say at least four times he had appeared in my dream. They were quite pleasant ones. I could relate them to superstition as well. I mean, maybe he gave me messages. So, three of my dreams happened during the mourning period. The Taoist priest told something about my grandpa would visit family on Thursday, a day before the usual ceremony which is held every week during the mourning period. Somehow, I dreamed about him three times on Thursday. Some would argue that I am way too superstitious but I won't argue on that right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first dream was on the first week of mourning. There, I heard my grandpa voice, calling out for me, telling me something, and I ran everywhere his voice guided me. I was hoping to see his face since I hadn't been home for more than a year. I arrived in a place where it was raining heavily and I saw a cyclonic water inside a hill. To me, that wasn't a happy scenery. The cloud was dark, the rain was heavy, a wet hill with a cyclonic water running inside. In the morning, I woke up from my dream and I went upstair to pray as usual. It was, apparently, raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My second dream was several days before I traveled back to Canada. (Long trip where your option was only sit on the plane for a day) I dreamed he gave me a scenery of a beautiful garden, just right outside his room, the place where he grew his plants and flowers. I was stunned, calling out for him, knelled down, and cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My third dream was in Canada. But I won't share it here. Well, it was quite a... disaster. It wasn't a bad dream, but well... let's leave it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fourth one, it was after the mourning period ended. People said, the deceased goes to the after-life world/ heaven at the end of mourning period. That is the time when the deceased moves on. So, I went to sleep around 2AM on Thursday to prepare for my Friday's 8:30 AM morning class. There, I dreamed he was sitting in front of where he grew his flowers and plants. It was at night and the wind was blowing. I went outside, grabbed a chair, and sit beside him. We were talking and enjoying the night breeze. My dad soon followed, grabbed a chair and sit right in front of my grandpa. My youngest brother stood beside my dad. There, I saw my grandpa can't stop laughing while talking to us. His laughters were warm. It seems to me that he was really happy having to sit and chat with us. I was happy too. Everyone was happy in this dream. It was a really pleasant dream (I loved and enjoyed it) except I almost missed my morning class because I woke up at 9AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From how my dreams went, they were like chapters in a story book. The story went from raining onto a beautiful rainbow shows up. It seems that finally he has moved on and he is happy. Well, I guess it is my time to move on as well. Let him enjoy his time there while I will keep struggling with my life here. My journey is still on. I can't stop for now. I have big and ambitious goals. I still need to show what I worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know how true could the dreams be. Some would say that I dreamed a lot about my grandpa because I thought a lot about him. On another hand, superstition would argue that he gave me those dreams. Well, I wouldn't care much. After all, a dream is a dream, and I would like to take my dreams as the messages given by him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-2708455607082322944?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2708455607082322944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=2708455607082322944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2708455607082322944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2708455607082322944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-4013248706201144639</id><published>2010-01-10T19:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:02:56.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 6th Week of Mourning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is the last day of the sixth week. Tomorrow will be the beginning of the seventh week. The mourning period will soon end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have come to learn many things ever since the homecoming. I've learnt more about sadness, despair, fear, death, and traditions. Not only that, after digesting the things I learnt, I came to understand more about life, love, family, and happiness. Indeed, this is my first time losing someone dear to me. The feeling is indescribable. I tried not to cry during the ceremony and this period. Because, it is his way for his men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow, ever since then, I am urging myself to grow up. I am getting more serious in what I am doing. I appreciate life more than ever. I love my family and people around me more than ever. It is kinda a feeling where I am an emerging generation, I am growing older, and I should prepare to take the responsibility for my family pretty soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People are aging by day, by month, and by year. Realizing this, I should do more in appreciating my moment of living. So, from here, I want to correct everything that I have done wrong. It will be different from here on. The things I learnt from then, I won't leave it to waste. I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-4013248706201144639?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/4013248706201144639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=4013248706201144639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/4013248706201144639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/4013248706201144639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2010/01/6th-week-of-mourning.html' title='The 6th Week of Mourning'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-8634001115888272538</id><published>2009-12-28T16:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:48:48.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>(written on December 1st 2009)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sittin' in the coffee shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chillin' with my iced cappucino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanderin' inside my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waitin' for my flight back to hometown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another homecoming, yet different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another meeting, yet different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the meeting between two worlds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the meeting between two men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is close yet it is distant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is distant yet it is close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never had I thought of this day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never had I prepared to meet in this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet fate has brought us together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the day I treasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the twenty-eighth of November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is the day I was born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is the day you walked away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is a rainy day yet it is coloured by rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this day,  I will always remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never had I said this in front of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it is not yet too late to say it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I love you gramp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will always be remembered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a safe journey"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your grandson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jqL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-8634001115888272538?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8634001115888272538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=8634001115888272538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8634001115888272538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8634001115888272538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2009/12/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-1979856373736122311</id><published>2009-11-05T20:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:43:40.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B.L.O.G</title><content type='html'>I always wonder..."why does people write a blog..?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most blogs that I've read are mostly complaints and something really sad... or something really emo -__-'' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would people want to let other people to know how they feel though blog? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of telling them yourself, you act as if nothing happens and then wrote everything on the blog ... which is kinda funny for me =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...but recently, after reading Isis's blog, I get some new perspective on blogs.. I guess =p I found out that blog can be motivational too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's not always negative... Let's find something interesting to write, something cheerful... aspiring... fun for people to read ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of remembering the negative things that happens, we can always look at the bright side once in awhile... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure there's a silver lining in everything~ (hopefully there is~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... since Botak already added me to the list... I figured I might as well write something here =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be my first blog... ever!  =p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1979856373736122311?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1979856373736122311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1979856373736122311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1979856373736122311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1979856373736122311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog.html' title='B.L.O.G'/><author><name>-Tik-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439525123275395435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AljtHpaQ4EU/TxqNss1GdFI/AAAAAAAAAq4/21VxXUDd7J4/s220/IMG_4778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-7523295148982937977</id><published>2009-10-24T18:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:16:14.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>parting ways</title><content type='html'>years before, I thought it was the parting&lt;div&gt;somehow today, everything I left and buried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came back up to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I have no right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got no power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still the same as I were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but yeah, maybe this is forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe this is a real parting ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have nothing to say from the very beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have nothing in my pocket from the very beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I've gained many things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I am still on my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is all thanks to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventually, our meeting is one of the moments that I will always cherish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-7523295148982937977?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7523295148982937977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=7523295148982937977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7523295148982937977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7523295148982937977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2009/10/parting-ways.html' title='parting ways'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-1381875698460824743</id><published>2009-09-05T18:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:24:33.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide Info (Canada)</title><content type='html'>If you ever find out that you are in a big distress or in a big shit that&lt;div&gt;you start thinking about killing your fucking self...&lt;div&gt;Please, think about it again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't be shy and call either or these numbers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might save your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Survivor Support Programme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(416)-595-1716&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toronto: Distress Centre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(416)-408-HELP (4357)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or go to this website, &lt;a href="http://www.suicideinfo.ca/csp/go.aspx?tabid=86"&gt;http://www.suicideinfo.ca/csp/go.aspx?tabid=86&lt;/a&gt;, for more numbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTE: I am not the guy who will think of suicidal action&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I just post these numbers up thinking that it might save a life out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WARNING: some of these numbers are not available during weekends, because I have tried to call, again, doesn't mean I am the one who wants to commit suicidal actions, okay? I just want to help those who are distressed or not satisfied with their lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, you are not alone in this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are not the only who experience shits as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some people experienced worse shits and they are still alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should put the problems that we have as a school;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you write test, you fail if you can't answer the questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you can always write the test again, who said test can be only written once?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if you still fail the tests no matter how you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, come out from the school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter if you should be dropped out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find your own way to living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make your own test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and answer them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;score them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you can't stand living under the laws other people made for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then live by your own laws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and popularize the laws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that others live under your laws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1381875698460824743?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1381875698460824743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1381875698460824743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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myself&lt;div&gt;fought my own fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhat relieved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that there is no more secret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have just found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the same kind of feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-4437217401513388887?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/4437217401513388887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=4437217401513388887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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will make the taste itself become plain and tasteless, we need some bitterness in our life, something like truffles chocolate bitterly sweet, to make our life wonderful and colourful..." - jqL&lt;br /&gt;We had so many sweet and blissful things happened during Summer 2009, the worst was yet to arrive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEADING NOTE: EVERYONE WHO IS MENTIONED IN THIS NOTE IS THUS A SUPERSTAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER I - 23rd August 2009 - Egg Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;1:00 AM - Masa had to pick up his luggage from his house. He stayed in my apartment because it is closer to the bus station&lt;br /&gt;2:00 AM - Bacon and egg before sleep (pump up calories and protein)&lt;br /&gt;7:00 AM - Supposedly a wake-up time&lt;br /&gt;8:00 AM - Just-in-case alarm rang&lt;br /&gt;9:30 AM - We woke up and rushed to the bus station to catch a 10:30 AM bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:26 AM - Masa and I went in to buy an egg sandwich and Betty headed to the bus&lt;br /&gt;10:29 AM - (Masa and Betty)&lt;br /&gt;Tried to convince the bus driver to wait one minute&lt;br /&gt;10:30 AM - (Andreas)&lt;br /&gt;First bite to my sandwich, I finished paying but found no bus or person outside. As the&lt;br /&gt;dust flew by my face, I had to wait 1 hour for the next bus. FML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: and thus, the FML of the century, begun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER II - Money and Glory&lt;br /&gt;CNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30 PM - We met Indra and left Masa's luggage and our stuffs in Eka's place, and we departed for CNE to meet with Vinny and Charles&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30 PM - Got so many bazaars and games that we could have played there, but we were short of cash and there was massive ATM machine breakdown taking place in CNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: CNE got a casino as well, you would be innocent if you come to think that we would just stand there whole day without seizing the opportunity, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;The problem was --------&gt; ATM breakdown and we ain't got cash! FOL (F*Our*Life)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 PM - we went to eat near by Union Station and met a Japanese exchange student (can somebody provide me her name? I didn't quite catch it)&lt;br /&gt;Nearby Union&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER III - Inglourious Losers&lt;br /&gt;7:30 PM - Finished eating, we went back to CNE&lt;br /&gt;9:00 PM - Charles told me that the fireworks will begin at 10PM&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks for them&lt;br /&gt;Casino for the other 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 PM - Missed the fireworks because Masa, Indra, and I were stuck trying our luck, yet...&lt;br /&gt;10:45 PM - Our luck sucked hell! FOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: That Chinese uncle on the blackjack table was a hardcore gambler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 PM - We went home to the apt&lt;br /&gt;11:45 PM - Something was missing&lt;br /&gt;We lost our luck&lt;br /&gt;We lost Eka's key!! FOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER IV - 24th August 2009 - 20%&lt;br /&gt;00:00 AM - We could see "constipated" expressions on one another faces. No one laughed or smiled at this point, we headed back to CNE to find the key!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No laptop, no spare key, no internet, Masa's and Indra's cellphones were dead, and I got mine 20% battery power left, and Eka was in Indonesia. FOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:30 AM - I called Tika Mak and asked her to check my facebook and started finding any relevant phone number (+6281 numbers)&lt;br /&gt;00:45 PM - No one posted their cellphone or anything while they are in Indonesia, except.. my infamous brother, the leader of the Hedonz, Edify Salim. I started calling Edify and I got no Eka's phone but Mando's (Mando didn't pick up, I think he should be away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:55 AM - Almost gave up calling, Tika and Jeff gave me the number of the strangest person in my life, Handoko (who the heck is this guy, I didn't even know). They convinced me that this guy should know Eka's phone number. Trusting my friends, I called!&lt;br /&gt;1:10 AM - Handoko picked up his phone, and he knew Eka's phone number! that's what you called a HORRAY!&lt;br /&gt;1:15 AM - Eka picked up his phone and he said he will talk to the management once it opens in the next morning&lt;br /&gt;1:30 AM - Relieved, we went to eat some Vietnamese noddles, and went to sleep. We thought everything was solved at this point. We thought..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER V - Cardiac Arrest&lt;br /&gt;8:00 AM - Management Office didn't want to accept any confirmation from Eka unless the authorization letter was to be faxed into the office. I said they needed not to be faxed, but f***ed. FOL!&lt;br /&gt;09:00 AM - Got no incense to burn, I prayed in the washroom with my favourite "incense", Belmont.&lt;br /&gt;09:30 AM - Masa called the airplane company to cancel his flight since it was already evening in Indonesia, and faxing company was already closed! He redirected his plane ticket to Wednesday. FOL!&lt;br /&gt;During this time, the only thing that we can do was praying for miracle. No one was able to speak a word, no one, we gave up. FOL so much that we couldn't speak anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER VI - The Lagged Happiness&lt;br /&gt;10:18 AM - I got the heavenly angel text message from Eka&lt;br /&gt;His saviour line,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Tak, dah gw kirim faxnya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    (Translation: "Tak, I have sent the fax!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:19 AM - After stunned for 1 minute, we didn't even remember how to laugh already, we just rushed to the f**king management office and got the authorization to enter the room!&lt;br /&gt;10:45 AM - We came to agree that this incident is the biggest shit ever in our life. the biggest FOL for century!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER VII - The Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;11:30 AM - Masa, Betty, and I, we ate McDonalds before heading to the Kipling and took the airport rocket to Pearson. (Note: where was Indra? dropped dead exhausted accompanied by Ulriq)&lt;br /&gt;12:30 PM - Masa's check in time for destination Calgary and we met Gracie and Richard.&lt;br /&gt;Saved by the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 PM - I had a last game of Shogi with Masa but he got to board the plane so we had an unfinished game, saying the next time we play again it should be in Starbucks, in Japan....&lt;br /&gt;Cheers of the century&lt;br /&gt;gotta know that the thunderstorm just passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shogi game got interrupted by a delayed flight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's meet again in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: 46 PM - Masa text me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Filght is delayed! Last days suck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I laughed as hard as everyone else did. The laughs for the shit we have been through, and we were happily sad.&lt;br /&gt;2:00 PM - I realized that my phone bill won't be light for this month, FML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to end the note, because I finished my story.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to give my:&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;Tika Basani&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Jaden&lt;br /&gt;Edify Salim&lt;br /&gt;Indra Sulaiman&lt;br /&gt;and everyone who had been involved and helped us in this incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godlike thank to:&lt;br /&gt;Handoko (I don't know who is this, but I thank you so much for picking up my call and helped me when we were just total strangers. I wish you a good luck and I would like to meet you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a godlike thank (in dota, they call it "holy shit!" thank):&lt;br /&gt;Eka Lasmana - Man, I would like to let you know how my friends and I thank you so much for the deed you had done for me and my friends. I heard your motorcycle machine when I called you and I assumed you rushed as fast as you can in order to help me. Words won't be enough to express my gratitude and thank! you basically turned our FML into a joyful moment! I will see you when you are back in Canada. Man, IOU a great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never put passport and keys in the same pocket&lt;br /&gt;you might lose the key if you do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They say, some people find bitterness amusing as we don't need sweetness in our life. I say, coffee without sugar and cream isn't perfect, we have to make it sweetly bitter, to make our life wonderful and colourful..." - jqL&lt;br /&gt;At least, we got some memory together (blissful and sucky), are we not, my friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-2553871399470522890?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2553871399470522890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=2553871399470522890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2553871399470522890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you my story, from my point of view:&lt;br /&gt;many people that I knew before&lt;br /&gt;they thought of I haven't changed too&lt;br /&gt;they thought I was the Andreas that they knew&lt;br /&gt;either that's true or not as reality&lt;br /&gt;I myself think that they are wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no longer followed the wave&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a flowing water&lt;br /&gt;I have long forgotten about my old entity&lt;br /&gt;I fought my way out of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I secluded myself&lt;br /&gt;when I went into the corner of the room&lt;br /&gt;where I can only see the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;I thought of one thing&lt;br /&gt;only one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am an underdog&lt;br /&gt;no one gives me a respect though I give them&lt;br /&gt;why the world isn't fair to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even so,&lt;br /&gt;there was a drive inside me&lt;br /&gt;I strengthened my instinct&lt;br /&gt;I talked to him&lt;br /&gt;the only entity inside me that usually drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there I found my answer&lt;br /&gt;"I am an underdog&lt;br /&gt;people make fun of me&lt;br /&gt;but I don't want to beg them to stop fooling around with me&lt;br /&gt;I know I am messed up&lt;br /&gt;but begging them won't stop them from making fun of me&lt;br /&gt;the only thing I can do is&lt;br /&gt;I should proof myself that I worth something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya knoe, before, I thought that after I get out from the underdog league&lt;br /&gt;I will show them no mercy&lt;br /&gt;I will have them know that Andreas is at the top of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ya knoe,&lt;br /&gt;I am a better person now&lt;br /&gt;I don't follow the flow anymore&lt;br /&gt;I have my own stand&lt;br /&gt;I choose my own way&lt;br /&gt;too&lt;br /&gt;I don't think of mocking the ones who used to make fun of me&lt;br /&gt;I don't even care about those stupidity anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for my good friend&lt;br /&gt;get out from that league&lt;br /&gt;talk to yourself&lt;br /&gt;talk to your entity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were born for a specific reason&lt;br /&gt;you have to find that out&lt;br /&gt;die is no longer an option&lt;br /&gt;fucking, live and show the world&lt;br /&gt;especially yourself&lt;br /&gt;of what you are capable of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be afraid if they take over for once again&lt;br /&gt;we had been an underdog once&lt;br /&gt;if we crush them and they crush us back&lt;br /&gt;we might be the second-time underdog&lt;br /&gt;the underdog with more experience&lt;br /&gt;and more will&lt;br /&gt;to climb back up to the top =p&lt;br /&gt;eventually, we start to run first&lt;br /&gt;we will reach to the finish line&lt;br /&gt;faster than anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my friend,&lt;br /&gt;face the cruel world&lt;br /&gt;and show the cruel world&lt;br /&gt;of what you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually, the one that rules the world is the one that used to be an underdog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1410709607735840659?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1410709607735840659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1410709607735840659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1410709607735840659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1410709607735840659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-of-underdog.html' title='The Life of an Underdog'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-3765582793276349634</id><published>2009-08-01T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T04:38:18.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway they say</title><content type='html'>We are people... We are mortal... We are something that the immortals envy... Yet, the immortals don't know something about us, the part where most of us try to do... To run away from problems&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Most of us, majority of people, we try to run away from problems, we try not to look into the problems... Especially if we are the first persons&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We run, we don't wanna be sober, we try not to be. As the matter of fact, when we are sober, we will get any substance that would make us not sober again...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But then, in some part of us, deep inside ourselves, we want to stop running, yea... 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wut the fuck is that person thinking????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've agreed to take the option that was given to me with wut that person said before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now, sayin that im a jerk???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if that person is gonna do that, then, i guess, i hav no choice but to take actions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can feel my anger has boosted up again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just cant take it anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-8997215516548234290?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8997215516548234290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=8997215516548234290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8997215516548234290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8997215516548234290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2009/04/gayest-thing-ever.html' title='gayest thing ever'/><author><name>Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435438155325313360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-2319811358544756275</id><published>2009-04-17T00:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:30:04.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>what if I say,&lt;br /&gt;"for the sake of protecting the beloved ones, you sometimes should respond to hatred in order to unleash wrath to your enemies"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to library and borrowed the famous "the art of war". The more I read it, the more my minds come to these questions:&lt;br /&gt;- What are the main reasons of wars?&lt;br /&gt;- is war caused by dissatisfaction and greediness of humans?&lt;br /&gt;- is war because they want more than what you have?&lt;br /&gt;- how should I prevent loss from war if it has to happen?&lt;br /&gt;- how to make this world peaceful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I came to answer some of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;- as long as there are people who love winning and gaining more than what others have, there will be wars.&lt;br /&gt;- as long as there is love, there will be hatred. Both of them are inevitably standing together, seperated only by thin line. When you love some people too much, you might as well turn into an avenger when they are hurt by others.&lt;br /&gt;- to prevent wars, people offer peace to others. But, Homer had stated before, a wise man prepares for war while in peace. So, does it mean that offering your enemy a peace is actually preparing for the war in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, too many questions to answer, I guess I will go back to reading for now...&lt;br /&gt;war and its philosophies, they are just way too sophisticated and complicated&lt;br /&gt;they show me how people struggle when they are in despair and in between the seperation gate of life and death. While people struggle, they advance to the next stage of intellegence. If they can't, they die and perish away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of war itself, I call it the lifesaver and deathbringer&lt;br /&gt;lifesaver to the one who masters the knowledge taught by it&lt;br /&gt;deathbringer to the one who doesn't possess it or master the knowledge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-2319811358544756275?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2319811358544756275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=2319811358544756275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2319811358544756275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;time for blogging&lt;br /&gt;well, even with particularly nothing in mind right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about academic stuff&lt;br /&gt;I think that I have become a better student this semester&lt;br /&gt;even though I haven't given out my best yet&lt;br /&gt;slacking off sometimes&lt;br /&gt;but at least now I am an average student&lt;br /&gt;*basically saying my grades are tight to the classes' averages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely do better next semester&lt;br /&gt;my spirit won't fail me now huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, I think that now I can at least relax&lt;br /&gt;relax in the way that I don't need to worry about my performance&lt;br /&gt;I used to worry about my grades and I ended up blaming myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now I can say,&lt;br /&gt;"no matter how bad my grades will turn out to be from now on, I don't care"&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;"because I know I have at least tried my best"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just don't care about the surrounding when I know I have done my best&lt;br /&gt;that's just my nature&lt;br /&gt;heh.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-683021101930473571?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/683021101930473571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=683021101930473571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/683021101930473571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/683021101930473571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-of-semester.html' title='end of the semester...'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-2265388605082826461</id><published>2009-04-08T20:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:25:26.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>superstar will be back tomorrow</title><content type='html'>.......... studying @DP&lt;br /&gt;for the first and last exam that I have for this semester&lt;br /&gt;all I need is study tonight&lt;br /&gt;no zombies, no shinra armies&lt;br /&gt;just study.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as I have promised,&lt;br /&gt;superstar will be back on form tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;basically saying&lt;br /&gt;soccer time BIATCH !&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe liverpool 1-3 chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, most of friends will go back home in summer&lt;br /&gt;hmm...... let's see how boring this summer will be&lt;br /&gt;have fun to whoever going back home&lt;br /&gt;I am here taking GIS project and philosophy classes&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-2265388605082826461?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2265388605082826461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=2265388605082826461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2265388605082826461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2265388605082826461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2009/04/superstar-will-be-back-tomorrow.html' title='superstar will be back tomorrow'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-7378958986004373046</id><published>2009-03-29T23:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:22:10.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>battle cry - winter 2009</title><content type='html'>the final exam period is already near&lt;br /&gt;I guess there is nothing wrong with me starting my battle cry today&lt;br /&gt;since next week is my doomsday (2 exams, 1 presentation, and 2 big assignments due)&lt;br /&gt;I only have one official final exam schedule in registrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, here I am again&lt;br /&gt;your son who always looks for You when he needs help&lt;br /&gt;hope You don't mind&lt;br /&gt;please grant me power and spirit, and walk with me along my path&lt;br /&gt;I have to ace them this time, I can't slack off&lt;br /&gt;I need You to show me the light&lt;br /&gt;also guide all of my friends who are having exams as well&lt;br /&gt;for my enemies, that's up to You&lt;br /&gt;please help me to stay out from troubles during this week&lt;br /&gt;as I will only be able to deal with troubles again after exams done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You my Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, let's start what I need to start&lt;br /&gt;good luck everyone !!&lt;div 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2009'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-1455586026665514247</id><published>2009-02-27T15:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:14:14.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>after all, I still don't know what to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess it is about time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ---&lt;br /&gt;after all, the savior is about to leave&lt;br /&gt;bleh................&lt;br /&gt;I thought I can keep it cool and just letta go&lt;br /&gt;but somehow I feel the urge of letting the words out&lt;br /&gt;--- --- ---&lt;br /&gt;after all, the light is about to leave&lt;br /&gt;bleh...............&lt;br /&gt;goddammit..................&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, I gotta close it with an ending&lt;br /&gt;--- --- ---&lt;br /&gt;after all, I am still helpless&lt;br /&gt;but at least I have changed&lt;br /&gt;into somewhat a "man"&lt;br /&gt;thanks to ya&lt;br /&gt;--- --- ---&lt;br /&gt;after all, I hate writing in public too ya know&lt;br /&gt;just that I havta spill it out&lt;br /&gt;this is something that I don't want to keep forever&lt;br /&gt;coz regret is not one of the words that I wanna have&lt;br /&gt;--- --- ---&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is about time&lt;br /&gt;--- --- ---&lt;br /&gt;this time I might not be able to fly to wherever it is anymore&lt;br /&gt;but still at the end&lt;br /&gt;I just havta run there before ya leave the scene&lt;br /&gt;and shout it out&lt;br /&gt;--- --- ---&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks !!!"&lt;br /&gt;--- --- ---&lt;br /&gt;damn, this is troublesome&lt;br /&gt;and forgive me of my ego&lt;br /&gt;something that I can never change&lt;br /&gt;--- --- ---&lt;br /&gt;whether ya like it or not&lt;br /&gt;whether ya hate it or not&lt;br /&gt;whether ya feel disgusted or not&lt;br /&gt;after all, I was born to annoy ya&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;-jqL_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1455586026665514247?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1455586026665514247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1455586026665514247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1455586026665514247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1455586026665514247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-all-i-still-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='after all, I still don&apos;t know what to say'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-5368584314294260997</id><published>2009-02-06T17:38:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:59:38.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong article</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I assume this is what you get for not attending classes&lt;br /&gt;But, I didn't attend class because I didn't want to or something like that&lt;br /&gt;I was just too tired from flu and midterms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I found out that I had this assignment due tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I went through the adversity of reading two articles to choose which one I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a freaking long summary for f*** sake&lt;br /&gt;well, it is only one page single spaced -___-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, while writing, I remembered, I didn't know which article had been assigned&lt;br /&gt;so I went to ACE and wrote mails for every student in my class&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't mail the prof and TAs because they might think I am dumbass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people replied (wow, this class has nice students)&lt;br /&gt;the first two repliers wrote something like:&lt;br /&gt;"You can choose any article that we have already covered up this point. And its not really a summary that you write, more like a personal reflection (likes, dislikes, etc.) - check out the mini assignment description file in the Lessons Tab."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "cool"&lt;br /&gt;so I finished up the assignment and went to bed&lt;br /&gt;I was pumped up the next day, trusting myself in writing a really good summary&lt;br /&gt;that I will get at least 4.5/5 this time.&lt;br /&gt;so I went in to the class, ugh.... 30 minutes late as usual (but it is a good way for prof to remember my face I guess)&lt;br /&gt;it is not because I go to class late on purpose&lt;br /&gt;I have sleeping disorders sometimes, or you call that insomnia&lt;br /&gt;sometimes though.........&lt;br /&gt;end of the point, I handed in my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, and someone replied my email, I thought..............&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't a reply apparently&lt;br /&gt;it was kind of a notification from my TA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi,&lt;br /&gt;For the mini assignment 2 it was required to discuss one of the readings assigned for either week 4 or week 5. The reading you chose was part of the first round and therefore cannot be graded for this submission. I will give you the opportunity to re-submit to me via email if you wish. Let me know what you decide to do. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;what did she mean by letting her know what I decided to do, it didn't seem to me that I have choice not to write another summary either T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after all, I know that it shouldn't be just me who wrote summary on the wrong article by then since there were 6 students replied me with almost the same content as the first quotation.&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/1046684571718771328-5368584314294260997?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-2276090147192714454</id><published>2009-02-01T23:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:06:34.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a walk to the future</title><content type='html'>seems like I had been talking and rewinding about the pasts&lt;br /&gt;the past was sweet yet bitter (same thing as the bitterness in the coffee adding 1 spoon of sugar)&lt;br /&gt;most of the times, everything to me had been in the form of "was"&lt;br /&gt;but, after thoughts and events, now I start to see changes in me&lt;br /&gt;as time passes by, I know how important is one second to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to forecast&lt;br /&gt;what I want to become&lt;br /&gt;what I want to achieve&lt;br /&gt;not about who I was&lt;br /&gt;but who I am going to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many ideas and thoughts also inspire me&lt;br /&gt;for instance, "if one hand can't hold the weight, then I just need to use both hand"&lt;br /&gt;similar to saying "if I can't see clearly of where I am heading, then I just have to concentrate more"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living in the present&lt;br /&gt;not in the past anymore&lt;br /&gt;not yet future&lt;br /&gt;I start to see how many jumping stones that I still have with me right now&lt;br /&gt;I can choose among those 8 ways carefully&lt;br /&gt;(hint: a piece in chess that has 8 options of the next move)&lt;br /&gt;one single mistake may blow off everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, I have to build myself&lt;br /&gt;stronger and tougher&lt;br /&gt;faster and more furious&lt;br /&gt;I am not "that" young anymore&lt;br /&gt;I now have people in back that I have to protect&lt;br /&gt;and for these, I will keep strieving&lt;br /&gt;struggling, repairing myself&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to the future of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh......&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the price of getting older&lt;br /&gt;but I just have to do it, true?&lt;br /&gt;after all, I am -jqL_ the superstar&lt;br /&gt;I have to become model to the new generations&lt;br /&gt;(puke***)&lt;br /&gt;in my name I trust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-2276090147192714454?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2276090147192714454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=2276090147192714454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2276090147192714454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2276090147192714454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2009/02/walk-to-future.html' title='a walk to the future'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-5097527759620860257</id><published>2009-01-31T02:26:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:56:02.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>path</title><content type='html'>after playing chess for some times&lt;br /&gt;I eventually come to a point where I like two pieces more than any other pieces on the board &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would ready to use other pieces as shield in order to protect these pieces&lt;br /&gt;these pieces are meant to be used for either defense or offense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are vulnerable when standing right beside each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they are wicked when they are on their own seperated paths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not stronger than rooks but may take rooks down easily when the rooks are misplaced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no piece can move the way they move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making them the most special pieces in chess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be like these pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving in the way that is hard to be interpreted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the black knight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who walks in the wicked path for same reason as other pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to checkmate the king&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as I said, I always like to be second to move, which is the black piece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do I like to move after white/red?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first, first to move is just annoying coz you havta think more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, I just love this color 2 much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SYQAmTib0qI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vy4XqiRevaw/s1600-h/BHorse.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SYQAmTib0qI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vy4XqiRevaw/s1600-h/BHorse.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SYQAmTib0qI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vy4XqiRevaw/s1600-h/BHorse.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SYQAmTib0qI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vy4XqiRevaw/s1600-h/BHorse.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SYQAdiheRCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gBEGSvOTlNo/s1600-h/black%2520knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297359569177953314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SYQAdiheRCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gBEGSvOTlNo/s320/black%2520knight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SYQCDMO8yxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ytqXaxrRvWY/s1600-h/BHorse.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297361315541338898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SYQCDMO8yxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ytqXaxrRvWY/s320/BHorse.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;shit, time to go back to study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and one more thing ALEX JUNIWAN, you are too good in int'l chess, why don't we play a lil bit of chinese chess? I will pwn you fo syo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in one condition though, you still don't know how to play it, making you a noobie and my apprentice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-5097527759620860257?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5097527759620860257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=5097527759620860257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5097527759620860257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5097527759620860257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2009/01/path.html' title='path'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SYQAdiheRCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gBEGSvOTlNo/s72-c/black%2520knight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-8981404044727215863</id><published>2009-01-24T03:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:46:43.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>neglected blog</title><content type='html'>it's been such a long time&lt;br /&gt;it feels so good to be back in blogging again&lt;br /&gt;argh after all, it is a very busy term&lt;br /&gt;taking 4 courses and classes are always full&lt;br /&gt;(I guess 3rd year classes are always attended by students)&lt;br /&gt;ugh, so many assignments and midterms coming up soon enough&lt;br /&gt;but before that happens I should first prepare for the upcoming disasters&lt;br /&gt;which will soon lead me to neglect this blog for once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I neglect it for some time, I would like to leave some notes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kenny hope you get well soon&lt;br /&gt;2. Happy Lunar New Year everyone! here comes the oxen generation! ox + ox = oxen (not oxs or oxox maybe oxes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee time again, time to reduce smoke&lt;br /&gt;and still my promise to "no alcohol" until the end of the final exams&lt;br /&gt;yeah, after all... I start to see how alcohol turns me into a stupid bastard&lt;br /&gt;I would rather stay sane than go bastard I guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-8981404044727215863?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8981404044727215863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=8981404044727215863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8981404044727215863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8981404044727215863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2009/01/neglected-blog.html' title='neglected blog'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-6320985888602343372</id><published>2008-12-30T03:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T04:03:35.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback - 2 Days to 2009</title><content type='html'>2008 almost at the end of its life&lt;br /&gt;it will be talked in past tense soon enough&lt;br /&gt;48 hours to its death&lt;br /&gt;I will soon remember this year&lt;br /&gt;as the year where everything crumbled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people must have been tired listening to what I said&lt;br /&gt;same shits every single time&lt;br /&gt;this collapsed that collapsed&lt;br /&gt;what didn't collapse?&lt;br /&gt;I guess only my head is still on the top of my body&lt;br /&gt;which is good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, I haven't been engulfed by guiltiness for such a long time ever since that day&lt;br /&gt;yeah, perhaps, 2008 is not my era if I look back&lt;br /&gt;but if I can change and become better in 2009&lt;br /&gt;then 2008 is my era&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell?!?!&lt;br /&gt;so is it my era or not?!?!&lt;br /&gt;we'll see I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, I truly understand that I shouldn't let time passes by me without me doing anything&lt;br /&gt;I eventually learned how important time is&lt;br /&gt;my mom used to say "we only live once"&lt;br /&gt;I gotta live my life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do my things like there is no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;also thanks to a friend&lt;br /&gt;now I finally understood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-6320985888602343372?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/6320985888602343372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=6320985888602343372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/6320985888602343372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/6320985888602343372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/flashback-2-days-to-2009.html' title='Flashback - 2 Days to 2009'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-3241825730635493587</id><published>2008-12-29T18:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:49:49.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Time - RIP Barrington Cockett - I Apologize and I Thank You, Safe Trip My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been thinking about this&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about time&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about promise&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking whether I should do whatever I can today or I can leave it for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought time can wait&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow can wait&lt;br /&gt;I thought I can relax&lt;br /&gt;doing things one by one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, something has just proven me wrong&lt;br /&gt;I am totally wrong about how I manage my time&lt;br /&gt;time is the most valuable thing in this world&lt;br /&gt;we can buy everything in this world but not time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret I didn't visit you, Barrington&lt;br /&gt;I forgot every time after I said I will visit you&lt;br /&gt;I was dumb, I didn't know how to value our friendship&lt;br /&gt;I know there is no point of saying this right now since you are not here anymore&lt;br /&gt;and I know that I should blame myself instead of blaming time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forgive myself of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;I regret I have broken the promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how we used to work together in the lab&lt;br /&gt;trying to finish the assignments for GEOG 355 and 455&lt;br /&gt;after all, you are in my memories&lt;br /&gt;just that I didn't really value this before&lt;br /&gt;I was fooling around with my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from now on, to value our friendship&lt;br /&gt;I want to repair myself&lt;br /&gt;I will keep my words&lt;br /&gt;There is no more "whatever, tomorrow can wait"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my friend, thanks for teaching me how to live&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I have known you&lt;br /&gt;even it is only for 2 semesters we are in the same class and work together&lt;br /&gt;goodbye Barrington&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;safe trip to His side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-3241825730635493587?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3241825730635493587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=3241825730635493587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/3241825730635493587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/3241825730635493587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/out-of-time-rip-barrington-cockett-i.html' title='Out of Time - RIP Barrington Cockett - I Apologize and I Thank You, Safe Trip My Friend'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-8257569713547765374</id><published>2008-12-26T10:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:29:37.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful world</title><content type='html'>I saw a woman fall today on the road. She slipped due to the severe conditions of icy roads. People from left, and right jumped out of nowhere to help out this lady.&lt;br /&gt;This world still holds beautiful people with beautiful hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-8257569713547765374?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8257569713547765374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=8257569713547765374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8257569713547765374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8257569713547765374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-wonderful-world.html' title='What a wonderful world'/><author><name>X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06552788196527822204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SORRJEBFbKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mvzhvNV8e64/S220/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-3066915100616787575</id><published>2008-12-24T03:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T03:21:33.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess it is my time to become "student" of life again&lt;br /&gt;I had always thought that I am able to solve problems easily&lt;br /&gt;but eventually, I had come to a very critical point where my mind wasn't able to work properly&lt;br /&gt;when many problems came to me at the same time, I was lost, and without knowing what to do, I wandered around looking for answers. It felt like I was walking in a maze with my eyes blinded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always thought that I am the "teacher"&lt;br /&gt;because I had always been helping people with my suggestions&lt;br /&gt;I might be "teacher", but only to others, not to myself&lt;br /&gt;when I had all of these problems, I was lost&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was strong,&lt;br /&gt;but I found out that I am just as weak as everyone else&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was fearless,&lt;br /&gt;but I have just proved myself wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with so many people this month, I didn't ask for advices, but it seemed like all of the advices eventually came into my ears and my mind. I came to realize that I am still weak. I realized that I was a crab who was trying to teach his children of how to walk straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends said, I have always been there for my friends, but I haven't been there for myself. I guess he made a point there. Indeed, I start to realize that I have to spend more time thinking of how I should advance in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I had built has all become pieces, nothing left, leaving me in despair.&lt;br /&gt;but, after today's conversation with a friend, I come to realize that my "building" was built from when I first entered high school in Canada, and now the building is all ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, I know, what I can do now is only one thing, to reconstruct, to renew, and to repair&lt;br /&gt;everything, every pieces of my building... I won't only rebuild that building, but I will also make it stronger, and I will keep adding stories until it reaches heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year will be different&lt;br /&gt;at least I have come to learn more of my weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;I will learn how to be stronger&lt;br /&gt;and fearless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-3066915100616787575?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3066915100616787575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=3066915100616787575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/3066915100616787575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/3066915100616787575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/lessons-from-december.html' title='Lessons from December'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-1593191552024172048</id><published>2008-12-16T18:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:47:20.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some people never understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;man, I really love this sentence&lt;br /&gt;after working as a part-time porter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the thing is&lt;br /&gt;today I went to work and I felt same things about working there nowadays&lt;br /&gt;I am mad because everything is being spilled to me&lt;br /&gt;I work harder than everyone else even though I am just a part-time worker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably I shouldn't use "I" for this time, it should be "we"&lt;br /&gt;lone wolf is trying to use "we" hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun working there before even though we finished around 2 or 3 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that we were working so happily even though we were tired at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;but things changed&lt;br /&gt;now there are so many shits going on that place&lt;br /&gt;I think we almost lost the whole motivation&lt;br /&gt;something is just holding us behind from working there happily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn one more thing today&lt;br /&gt;I see most of the people there don't understand what is the meaning of having two hands&lt;br /&gt;see, we are the perfect human&lt;br /&gt;we are not disabled and we can work and we can do almost everything that we want&lt;br /&gt;most of the people there they slack off, they have too much reasons for not working as hard as we are&lt;br /&gt;"oh, my back hurts" for example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, these people probably mistaken us as a superhuman who needs no rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;if I were batman, yeah, I can go working afternoon and save people at night (quote: Hendry)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or if anyone of us were, uh, mr. spidy, anyone of us would have used the ability of shooting web to clean the plates or stuffs, but yeah, they would just have to clean the spider web before they can use it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or if Mike was Kamen Rider, then he would be able to put back the stuffs using his motors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or if Frank was Goku, then he can turn the whole garbage into ashes upstairs with his kamehame without taking it downstair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or something like that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(back to reality)&lt;br /&gt;lemme ask you a question, how much you would want even only one hand when you have no hand? how much you wanna use that hand to do something?&lt;br /&gt;see, all of these people who are blessed with two hands when they were born, are not grateful enough and they are slacking off, finding reasons to avoid work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my elders used to tell me "it takes half year before you can eat 1 rice"&lt;br /&gt;so, do you expect to eat a freaking bowl of rice when you just sit down and wait for the rice to grow?&lt;br /&gt;This ain't no Egypt back then in the Bible, it seems to me that  those people are waiting for the food to be sent from the sky down to earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to this sentence today&lt;br /&gt;"the only thing that perfect human lack of is ... hope"&lt;br /&gt;disabled, they always have a big hope that they will become useful oneday&lt;br /&gt;but I don't see that in most of the perfect human&lt;br /&gt;ironically, when we are perfect, most of us tend to rot and stop developing, there is lack will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a closure,&lt;br /&gt;some people never understand&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I won't be like them when I am in their age&lt;br /&gt;I have my own values, so I will let them keep their values&lt;br /&gt;since I think most of the values of them are piles of garbage in front of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1593191552024172048?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1593191552024172048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1593191552024172048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1593191552024172048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1593191552024172048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-people-never-understand.html' title='some people never understand'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-8698742938745563458</id><published>2008-12-15T18:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:27:04.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>before my exam</title><content type='html'>boredom&lt;br /&gt;yes, it is boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frank is sitting beside me&lt;br /&gt;he is playing sudoku on a website&lt;br /&gt;i am on my plain blog post&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know what to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour to the exam&lt;br /&gt;i saw the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;i thought it is 7 pm&lt;br /&gt;but it is 7.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing though&lt;br /&gt;coz if the exam was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;then i would have missed 3 finals in total&lt;br /&gt;6 exams including the midterms&lt;br /&gt;good thing luck was on my side every time i missed exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120 multiple choice questions my prof said&lt;br /&gt;you know what i hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;multiple choice, my friends&lt;br /&gt;i always do bad in questions like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, what if i fail elpe again?&lt;br /&gt;it will be the 4th time as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this semester is just not my style&lt;br /&gt;not my days&lt;br /&gt;boredom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-8698742938745563458?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8698742938745563458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=8698742938745563458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8698742938745563458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8698742938745563458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-my-exam.html' title='before my exam'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-352115771579806908</id><published>2008-12-14T17:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:56:11.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in my memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I took a look at my hometown friends' pictures&lt;br /&gt;the pictures they took together around these days&lt;br /&gt;I took a deep breath and sighing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt something is missing&lt;br /&gt;I felt someone is missing&lt;br /&gt;apparently, I am the one who is missing&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I am not there anymore&lt;br /&gt;I am in somewhere else instead&lt;br /&gt;I felt like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"stranger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have I started to miss those old days?&lt;br /&gt;when we were all still younger than now and still a no-brainer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes so fast that I lost track of what is happening with all of you guys&lt;br /&gt;funny, in every reunion, what we talked about always about how we were back in high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it seems to me that our time stops there&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't move on to this stage of life&lt;br /&gt;is it because we rarely meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is&lt;br /&gt;because our most beautiful memories are from high school&lt;br /&gt;when we ran away from class, hid in another class&lt;br /&gt;when we didn't attend morning class, we were having our breakfast&lt;br /&gt;when we had big time arguments with teachers&lt;br /&gt;and when we pulled pranks on one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun, indeed, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;but what to say, we all have our ways now&lt;br /&gt;we walk our own paths&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully, one day, we will cross path for once again&lt;br /&gt;as friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, we are all still "that" young every time we meet&lt;br /&gt;just that we don't mess around with our life anymore&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-352115771579806908?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-1287163918760648160</id><published>2008-12-13T23:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:20:37.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Times</title><content type='html'>How many times you should keep trying something to see whether it works or not?&lt;br /&gt;me, two...&lt;br /&gt;there is once&lt;br /&gt;there is twice&lt;br /&gt;but there is no such thing as thrice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because unluckiness doesn't come once only&lt;br /&gt;it may repeat as many times it wants to&lt;br /&gt;that's the thing&lt;br /&gt;if there is once for unluckiness&lt;br /&gt;there should be twice&lt;br /&gt;and if twice has arrived&lt;br /&gt;thrice may soon follow&lt;br /&gt;and so on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why, I choose to try out something twice&lt;br /&gt;and if it didn't turn out to be as what I want&lt;br /&gt;I say, forget it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying twice and failed, it is like you fall down as got hit by ladder&lt;br /&gt;trying thrice and failed, you can add "grilled by a truck" into the equation&lt;br /&gt;or something like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, is it pessimistic to think like that?&lt;br /&gt;I still don't want to admit that it is pessimistic,&lt;br /&gt;because I call it another way&lt;br /&gt;trying three times is just uh... troublesome?&lt;br /&gt;or you can say time consuming which is yeah... troublesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1287163918760648160?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1287163918760648160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1287163918760648160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1287163918760648160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1287163918760648160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/times.html' title='Times'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-2574848885429168322</id><published>2008-12-10T06:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:09:01.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>51 - 49</title><content type='html'>and so, they have the theory of 50 - 50&lt;br /&gt;and I have the theory of 51 - 49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I believe it is my best shot for making decisions&lt;br /&gt;whether I might get into trouble or not&lt;br /&gt;still, 51 - 49 is always what I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there ain't nothing such as 50 - 50&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no perfect equality&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no such thing as perfect at the very beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;how to put this into words?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, nothing is equally equal in this world&lt;br /&gt;the weak suffers as the strong prospers&lt;br /&gt;there should more take on one side than more give&lt;br /&gt;or there should be more give on one side than more take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use this theory to support my decision making&lt;br /&gt;see, I always divide myself into two entities&lt;br /&gt;one pro another contra&lt;br /&gt;as soon as one comes to more than 51&lt;br /&gt;that one is the winner&lt;br /&gt;and that one is my decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why, it is not my style to flip coin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-2574848885429168322?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2574848885429168322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=2574848885429168322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2574848885429168322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2574848885429168322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/51-49.html' title='51 - 49'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-436683742087405588</id><published>2008-12-08T19:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:19:33.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Shed Tears</title><content type='html'>I had been crying for so many times&lt;br /&gt;When I was young and bombastic&lt;br /&gt;But, I found nothing more in crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, people said that crying will let you sleep like a baby at the end&lt;br /&gt;Help you forget about what happened&lt;br /&gt;Help you dream about what is sweet&lt;br /&gt;Help you throw away sadness bit by bit&lt;br /&gt;But, I found nothing more in crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please lemme tell ya the story of this lone wolf&lt;br /&gt;The last time I cried for surviving in my sane state&lt;br /&gt;was 5 years ago, when I was 16&lt;br /&gt;I cried for the sake of being betrayed&lt;br /&gt;I cried for I didn't know who to trust&lt;br /&gt;I cried for not knowing the reason&lt;br /&gt;I cried for the fact that I was weak even I tried to act tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, all of these times, I tried to be the toughest of all&lt;br /&gt;but I crippled because of these tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, thing starts to change&lt;br /&gt;I come up to the point where I wake up from my dreams&lt;br /&gt;and start facing reality of this sweet world&lt;br /&gt;I used to say to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I have no one to trust anymore, then the only one who I can trust is only myself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fact that I didn't know the reason because I believed too much in heaven and hell; for that, I will just have to become a person who wants to know whatever reasons that caused something to happen, so that I don't have to live in this uncertainty anymore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rationalized myself long time ago&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust my feeling anymore, and I killed it using my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I should admit that I have always been in pain, but tears won't be shed because I hold it and I would let the heart suffers the painful thoughts that I have. My heart does become sacrificial lamb of my mind trying to throw away all of these pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said, tears ease heart from suffering, but, I won't shed tears and I would rather choose to let this tiny cute heart suffers. My heart is my pain killer. I don't want to let people see I shed tears. I don't want to let my enemies know when they can strike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, how I was hit even more when I started crying as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;I was raised not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I was raised a warrior.&lt;br /&gt;I was raised to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;And for that sake, I will keep walking, I will keep struggling&lt;br /&gt;without showing my pains&lt;br /&gt;without showing my mercy&lt;br /&gt;and without tears on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As he has said, "a man can only cry for one thing, the only thing; when his mother passed away"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, what I have to do is only to save up my tears, to live up to my own expectations then his expectation on me, as a lone wolf, and as a warrior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-436683742087405588?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/436683742087405588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=436683742087405588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/436683742087405588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/436683742087405588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-shed-tears.html' title='I Don&apos;t Shed Tears'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-5248614954090160977</id><published>2008-12-08T19:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:10:02.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Why the world around me is totally different from what I know from?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because people around me is changing? Or it is because that I am changing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sun and moon keep on shining every single day, I wonder why more and more things that around me that I don't know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when environment and other people keep on changing every single second, I am still taking steps on the same spot, walking in circle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With more and more knowledge, I found that the less I know about, especially people.&lt;br /&gt;Have not talk to many of them for a few weeks, havn't talk to many of them for a few months and havn't talk to many of them in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me who is changing instead of others? Or its because others are changing but not me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realized that why am I kept on asking questions...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it goes again, wondering for the "right" path meanwhile lost in the desert of hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone do well on their finals, and for those who are going outside the country for x'mas break, have fun, don't get too drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-5248614954090160977?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5248614954090160977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=5248614954090160977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5248614954090160977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5248614954090160977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435438155325313360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-7065104481675899652</id><published>2008-12-05T17:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:36:12.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Cry for Exams</title><content type='html'>Dear Father,&lt;br /&gt;Here is your son, -jqL_, sitting down in the library&lt;br /&gt;Trying to study but confused of WTF is going on&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please grant me courage and intelligence..... boosters&lt;br /&gt;I am only asking for boosters because I know I have the courage and intelligence already&lt;br /&gt;I just need to wake them up to help me study for my exams&lt;br /&gt;I know my prayer is kinda weird&lt;br /&gt;probably...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the battle is waiting for me in the front line,&lt;br /&gt;I won't hold back but start to remember each of the 77 definitions (Goddam' these definitions Father, HTF can I remember each definition if I don't even know WTF it means???)&lt;br /&gt;and last thing before I end my prayer,&lt;br /&gt;also grant my friends the same things&lt;br /&gt;courage and intelligence boosters&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;and please let the moon keeps shining beautifully&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, let's do it !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all of the exams are done,&lt;br /&gt;for anyone who wants to challenge me in any kind of chess (actually int'l or chinese)&lt;br /&gt;please contact me&lt;br /&gt;and we can play whole day long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-7065104481675899652?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7065104481675899652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=7065104481675899652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7065104481675899652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7065104481675899652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/battle-cry-for-exams.html' title='Battle Cry for Exams'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-3756597576127302498</id><published>2008-12-01T01:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T03:45:10.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstar's Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Note: I know this is gonna be disappointing, but this year, the superstar didn't puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;27 November 2008 - Lonely For Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much spending time alone. Actually more into sleep because of the freaking final exam which happened to be in the morning and in the drilling-session class (MC 1056). I actually did pretty well on the test (well, no one knows until the paper is back in your hand; you might smile, or, you might shout, or in the worst case, bang head.&lt;br /&gt;I went to help Hendry (doing good karma) and I went to Hickory community&lt;br /&gt;eventually, I got my birthday soup there lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;28 November 2008 -Work and Softcore Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting of the era, we came to my house to enjoy -----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the most beautiful cake ever made in this world, blackforest and cherry.&lt;br /&gt;LOVELIEST&lt;br /&gt;UNDENIABLE&lt;br /&gt;SPEECHLESSINESS OF DELIRIOUS CAKE'S TASTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY THE CHERRY&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTIME I HEARD "CHERRY"&lt;br /&gt;I REMEMBERED -&gt; OLIVIA A.K.A IPEH&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE WHO STOLE MY CHERRY&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I ALMOST DONE MY CAKE&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I should become birthday potter&lt;br /&gt;worked for 4 hours then headed to K-zone&lt;br /&gt;Here, Frank bought me the flaming stuff (bleh! taste actually fine) (Thanks Frank!!)&lt;br /&gt;and there was one stranger brought a funnel inside and said he wanted to drink with me&lt;br /&gt;(thanks stranger who I have forgotten his name)&lt;br /&gt;and weird, 5am in the morning, some random guy called and asked for "andrea". this is chaodongsity (according to mike, there is a new word "huja baja")&lt;br /&gt;Note: I really suck at remembering people's name and face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as a good geographer I am, I don't even need sense of direction, because I believe in compass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;29 November - Rocket Launching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept for the longest time ever today after ye's sushi with my sisters and Steven. It was beautifully quiet today and I can't wait just for 10pm. I was kinda nervous to meet all of the guys I wanna meet.&lt;br /&gt;So many sweet things happened in Dooly's far as I remembered (blame those two "whatever it is" shots)&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the greetings, cards, and gifts as well everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to deeply thank people who visited from far away&lt;br /&gt;-Seputro&lt;br /&gt;-Edify&lt;br /&gt;-SooHoon&lt;br /&gt;-what about Sky and Timo? hmm let's see, are you guys even moved???? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most cards, I see&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you find a girlfriend SOON!!"&lt;br /&gt;"HOPE YOU FIND A GIRLFRIEND VERY SOON :)"&lt;br /&gt;"Go get yourself a girlfriend la. Or I'll introduce (speechless)"&lt;br /&gt;"Hope you find your Chao Dong this year!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;so touchy&lt;br /&gt;but you guys know what.....................&lt;br /&gt;I want GIRLFRIEND with S = GIRLFRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;GIRLFRIEND + GIRLFRIEND = GIRLFRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;GIRLFRIEND x GIRLFRIEND = GIRLFRIEND TO THE POWER OF 2&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't want SQUARE ROOT OF GIRLFRIEND TO THE POWER OF 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiddin'&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry, let the superstar does his job, you guys sit down and watch, hahahahaha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many other beautiful memories such as taking picture while offered a birthday cake (someone actually shouted "Shut up and blow the candle!!!!" because I kept talking or kept asking for more picture session?) hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we all went to Tim Horton's and I think I was drunk already there. What I remembered was when we played chess, there are two guys who argued about how many moves there should be before checkmates (hahahaha). And there was a bouncer who kept talking about stuffs that weren't even useful. and I shouted "Can you just shut up since I am playing chess?"&lt;br /&gt;I might have not been able to lift up a finger to write this post&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, after all, I am still writing this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 November 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was hangover today at work&lt;br /&gt;felt drunk on most times&lt;br /&gt;the disorderity of stomach&lt;br /&gt;can't stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;and in collaboration with Mike,&lt;br /&gt;we made new word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Huja Baja"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Again, Thanks for everything everyone !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I start to feel that I'm not THAT lonely apparently, hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;then let me start my "chut thao thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;出頭天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1046684571718771328-3756597576127302498?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3756597576127302498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=3756597576127302498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/3756597576127302498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/3756597576127302498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/superstars-diary.html' title='Superstar&apos;s Diary'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-8667890681267109226</id><published>2008-11-28T04:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:00:11.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt class="quote"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2236.html"&gt;We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: right;" class="author"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Sir_Winston_Churchill/"&gt;Sir Winston Churchill&lt;/a&gt; (1874 - 1965)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;Recently, I been volunteering in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;community&lt;/span&gt; center for helping out kids in sports, and I am also in a process of sponsering a kid by giving out 30-40 a month.  I am working two job, and earning atleast 500 a month, and giving out 40 is just a small amount anyways.  As long as i don't step in to kzone once a month, then i should be able to afford it. &lt;br /&gt;This is just a small act of kindness, but I believe it will bring great future to the society.  I am already satisfy of my life, and might as well giving out to those who needs it.  it could make big impact to their life, perhaps, they will value their life more and be more sucessful then us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always see kids driving nice car, spenting huge money for party, and don't seem to give a damn of how parents works so hard to raise them.  i could be jealous of them, that's why i hate them.  but after doing something good for this society, i no longer give a damn of those kids.  because deep down inside, i know i am better, atleast i have a bigger heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in random act of kindness will make a differience in this world.  if u help a person, they will help the others.  and just when you needed help the most, they will come back to you.  so to make a differece, might as well take ur action now.  and if everyone takes their action, of helping each other.  perhaps, this would bring peace to our everyday life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-8667890681267109226?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8667890681267109226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=8667890681267109226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8667890681267109226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8667890681267109226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219549916813206806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-5999586818432473822</id><published>2008-11-28T02:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T02:16:09.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstardom and Legacy</title><content type='html'>So, as everyone has noticed,&lt;br /&gt;today our superstar turned 21&lt;br /&gt;yes indeedbut&lt;br /&gt;huahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;please just ignore me&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe years passed like this&lt;br /&gt;too fast? or too slow?&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry coz my legacy won't stop here&lt;br /&gt;I will continue it until the end of breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thank everyone for the birthday wishes&lt;br /&gt;and I will see most of the people on Dooly's on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jqL_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-5999586818432473822?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5999586818432473822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=5999586818432473822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5999586818432473822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5999586818432473822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/superstardom-and-legacy.html' title='Superstardom and Legacy'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-7443089347522737409</id><published>2008-11-27T08:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:08:41.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror</title><content type='html'>I wish I had something to write.  Sorry Dre, I really want to contribute to this blog but man, I don't do anything special to write about, so I guess i'll just write something to reflect to myself, and who knows, it might even help some of you reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years keep passing by, but the only thing that has seem to change for me is the age.  I look around, and all my closest friends start to carry on with their life.  I feel so happy for them, but then when I look in the mirror I myself and I don't know what to feel.  I wanted to become a mature person, but I think i've only been doing mature activities.  The me inside is still so childish and irresponsible.   For example, late bill payments, disastrous looking room, lack of ability to save money....-__-;;  I really am so far from being able to be independent.  And a lot of times I appreciate my parents for being so supportive of me and believing in me.   But i'm never able to thank them, because i've never been able to achieve anything to make them proud.  All I can do is pray that I could eventually make their investment worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I still gotta look at the bright side of things.  What keeps a man standing is his will to win the fight.  I'm still healthy enough, and still have enough time to achieve lots.  What is most important is to keep your chin up.  I know even if everything fails on me, I still got my friends who always backing me up.  And that gives me strength.  For all my friends who are going through struggles,  know that i'm struggling with you.  Strength and honor!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-7443089347522737409?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7443089347522737409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=7443089347522737409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7443089347522737409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7443089347522737409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/mirror.html' title='Mirror'/><author><name>Mike Chien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18388122461668315788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rH763Zxp9tA/TvBUksMgXgI/AAAAAAAAABc/0ElVR7aC4_E/s220/BM2.jpg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-2006434308262725122</id><published>2008-11-26T20:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:16:34.718-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like there is no tomorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calmfully'/><title type='text'>like there is no tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn this "like there is no tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;since when I started to use this line?&lt;br /&gt;I used to say, "tomorrow can wait"&lt;br /&gt;bleh, seems like each philosophy and lines that I made keep transforming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is my final exam tomorrow at 8:30AM&lt;br /&gt;wtf is wrong with the schedule?&lt;br /&gt;why 8:30AM everytime?&lt;br /&gt;(some people never learn that jqL's mood is the worst when he wakes up)&lt;br /&gt;especially, having exams everytime in MC building really drills my head off, literally&lt;br /&gt;see, the thing is&lt;br /&gt;construction is going on meters away from this building&lt;br /&gt;How the hell can someone write exam calmfully when&lt;br /&gt;there is drilling session just right beside your wall?&lt;br /&gt;It is like doing exam while listening to "Satisfaction" by Benny Bennasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I understand why Indonesian word for drill is "bor"&lt;br /&gt;it is because the sound of the drill just wanna borrrrrrr your head off your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;borrrrr borrrrr borrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today I will have no sleep&lt;br /&gt;gotta cram my head at DP until exam's done&lt;br /&gt;(hopefully I don't fall asleep)&lt;br /&gt;Lemme start my prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Father, if You have to take my life today, please do it, since I will have nothing to say about it. But, if You don't have to take my life away today, then please help me to ace this exam, and either way, Imma study LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;amen&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: for edify that I have missed like there is no tomorrow, please make sure you literally arrive safe on Friday or else Imma ***&amp;amp;^#$^#^%^*$*** you like there is no tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm kiddin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya OSHAWA guys on Friday and let's drink like there is no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-2006434308262725122?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2006434308262725122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=2006434308262725122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2006434308262725122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2006434308262725122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-there-is-no-tomorrow.html' title='like there is no tomorrow'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-170472676558719127</id><published>2008-11-25T03:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:57:11.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jqL-The Rock Side of Me</title><content type='html'>The dumbest thing ever&lt;br /&gt;is to let someone read your palm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Grade 7,&lt;br /&gt;I let my friend read my palm&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;"You are going to have 3 relationships in your life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used up two . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2008 - I went to Toronto&lt;br /&gt;We were all drunk&lt;br /&gt;I went for palm reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;"You are going to meet your soulmate soon enough on (bla bla bla) dates"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is . . .&lt;br /&gt;The rock side of me&lt;br /&gt;"If you are going through hell, keep walking" - Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been fighting against fate for the longest time ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggle struggle struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;as I have done sins&lt;br /&gt;amen&lt;br /&gt;for once and for all,&lt;br /&gt;for once I start&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't know how to stop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-170472676558719127?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/170472676558719127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=170472676558719127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/170472676558719127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/170472676558719127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/jql-rock-side-of-me.html' title='jqL-The Rock Side of Me'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-1919784541656634850</id><published>2008-11-23T21:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:53:22.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Talk of Immortality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I see many total strangers pass by everyday&lt;br /&gt;They are all busy with their daily life&lt;br /&gt;There is no bond between me and these people&lt;br /&gt;I think this goes the same for them as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny,&lt;br /&gt;I start to ask myself a question&lt;br /&gt;What is this all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why should we come to this world,&lt;br /&gt;if we have to leave one day,&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing where we head,&lt;br /&gt;or what we are becoming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Shit,&lt;br /&gt;There is no perfectly fine answer to this question&lt;br /&gt;even though human has existed for some time now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I asked myself this question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What about You grant me some immortality?&lt;br /&gt;Since thinking about death is troublesome&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;My Friend who arts in heaven never answer&lt;br /&gt;(I guess my Friend is busy)&lt;br /&gt;so I guess I need to answer my own question&lt;br /&gt;again......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess living forever is uncool either,&lt;br /&gt;If I want to stay forever,&lt;br /&gt;I would have to force myself&lt;br /&gt;to see my beloved ones leaving me one by one&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where they go,&lt;br /&gt;Then I might even be lonelier than now&lt;br /&gt;Which is troublesome&lt;br /&gt;I will be drinking with a perfect strangers soon enough&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, if I never leave&lt;br /&gt;I might never know where they went as well&lt;br /&gt;soon as they left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What if You give everyone immortality?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Isn't it too obvious?&lt;br /&gt;Well, the world is too crowded already I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I guess,&lt;br /&gt;I answered my question&lt;br /&gt;for once again&lt;br /&gt;I should leave when I should&lt;br /&gt;But now, please lemme have fun first&lt;br /&gt;in this mortal world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1919784541656634850?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1919784541656634850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1919784541656634850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1919784541656634850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1919784541656634850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/talk-of-immortality.html' title='The Talk of Immortality'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-3683242433167734844</id><published>2008-11-23T17:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:13:06.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do...</title><content type='html'>Crossroads...&lt;br /&gt;Cant screw around anymore&lt;br /&gt;I have to make a decision&lt;br /&gt;School or Money&lt;br /&gt;Many might not understand &lt;br /&gt;that I do not have what they have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of guilt studying while parents are suffering,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of being useless to the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the coffee talks&lt;br /&gt;I miss the perverted jokes&lt;br /&gt;I miss the random laughs&lt;br /&gt;I miss the drinking nights (and days &amp; mornings)&lt;br /&gt;I miss it all&lt;br /&gt;I miss it all and I miss it all&lt;br /&gt;I miss it all and all and all of em, &lt;br /&gt;I cherish every one of em,&lt;br /&gt;but it seems like I can never go back to them&lt;br /&gt;It has to be my time to step up somehow and get my life straightened out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh trust me.. it aint that easy being a guy...&lt;br /&gt;at least back then when we were together we didnt care about a thing in the world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-3683242433167734844?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3683242433167734844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=3683242433167734844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/3683242433167734844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/3683242433167734844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-to-do.html' title='What to do...'/><author><name>X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06552788196527822204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SORRJEBFbKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mvzhvNV8e64/S220/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-7531051254013011088</id><published>2008-11-21T03:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T03:59:09.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ireove2</title><content type='html'>So many sweet things had gone by&lt;br /&gt;So many sweet things had fallen apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those sweet things need to visit me&lt;br /&gt;those sweet things need to be built up&lt;br /&gt;for once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't forgotten about you&lt;br /&gt;about the sweet things we had&lt;br /&gt;about the sour things we had&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no more truth&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no more lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they once said,&lt;br /&gt;every opening should have an ending&lt;br /&gt;every heart will eventually stop beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to apologize for the last time&lt;br /&gt;before I leave the scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for how childish I was&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the way I treated you&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the broken promises&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the fact that red and blue are the eternal enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't be together&lt;br /&gt;We can't be bonded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;let us forget the name "a . . . . . . . e"&lt;br /&gt;let those characters fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I finally can close this story with an ending&lt;br /&gt;now I finally can forget about those memories&lt;br /&gt;for once and for all&lt;br /&gt;if you ever have a chance to find out this site&lt;br /&gt;I would like you to do the same thing&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-7531051254013011088?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7531051254013011088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=7531051254013011088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7531051254013011088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7531051254013011088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry.html' title='ireove2'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-1504094017245680912</id><published>2008-11-20T18:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:29:09.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>well, since jql posted sth about the dream, i  might as well shared a fked up one that i had the other day&lt;br /&gt;i was writing my paper upon Alexander the Great and Genghis Khan for the past week&lt;br /&gt;before the night that I hand the paper in i had this wierdest dream ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; i was somewhere that covered with snow and rocks&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; there are some random wierd people around me aka yp, od&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of a sudden, there's one guy riding a huge horse charging at me and shout "DIE MOTHER F***ER!" followed by a bunch of wierd dudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that is freaking me out was that od was riding the horse with the leader and actually seemingly enjoying the atomsphere of hugging that leader... which i thought was Alexander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then from the disgusted feeling, i woke up around 3 am&lt;br /&gt;when i go bak to sleep, i had another nightmare&lt;br /&gt;this time, its yp + od + a mongolian dude....&lt;br /&gt;and actually, they are all naked.... pluging in and out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nastiest nightmare that i ever had... its a total nightmare....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1504094017245680912?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1504094017245680912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1504094017245680912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1504094017245680912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1504094017245680912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435438155325313360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-8585104890213489948</id><published>2008-11-16T07:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:32:25.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thirstinessity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andreasism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholized'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholization'/><title type='text'>disorderity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seems like it was so much fun yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4 in the afternoon and went to work at 6&lt;br /&gt;the only good thing about working yesterday was&lt;br /&gt;supposedly 170 people function, only 120 showed up&lt;br /&gt;and there was another supposedly 100 people function, only 50 showed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after work (got out around 12)&lt;br /&gt;went for a little drink&lt;br /&gt;got home at 2.30&lt;br /&gt;I thought at last I can sleep like pig&lt;br /&gt;yes, indeed, i sleep for 4 hour&lt;br /&gt;and now it is only 7 am and I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problems are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;something is definitely wrong with my dream (I thought some old men ever said that "alcoholized" people won't dream or so; I think I can still dream because I am superhero or that old man who said so is apparently wrong)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I kept drinking water for some reason (thirsty-nessity)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;somehow, my left shoulder really hurt to the point that I am hoping for new transplant left arm and shoulder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the annoyance because of dream, the thirsty-nessity, and disorderity of left shoulder will prevent me from saving the world today.&lt;br /&gt;WTF is wrong with me?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;damn, after all, what I want is a peaceful life&lt;br /&gt;blame Food Services for crippling my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;bleh, lemme take a ciggie and enjoy the snow first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wow, I keep creating new words nowadays&lt;br /&gt;today's new words:&lt;br /&gt;thirsty-nessity = thirstinessity&lt;br /&gt;alcoholized (there can also be alcoholization)&lt;br /&gt;and probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andreasism - this is the belief where everyone should follow my style, that's the only reason why I want to become teacher when I reach my 50s, and make all of my students become like me, imagine the world with 100 new andreas one day. must be&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, let's leave it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-8585104890213489948?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8585104890213489948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=8585104890213489948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8585104890213489948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8585104890213489948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/disorder.html' title='disorderity'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-3195521721077379722</id><published>2008-11-12T04:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:33:23.818-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aeraxciaz'/><title type='text'>chess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;let's see.....&lt;br /&gt;how long has the time passed by from when I really played chess?&lt;br /&gt;first, what do I really mean by "really played chess"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, playing chess online, I don't call it "really"&lt;br /&gt;because:&lt;br /&gt;1. we don't know the opponent's face, and&lt;br /&gt;2. sometimes we can't really depend on internet connection&lt;br /&gt;3. no table, no real chess board, no fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problem with:&lt;br /&gt;1. without knowing the opponents' face, we ain't be able to see the face expressions, whether they are being serious, and whether they are having a big conspiracy. Second, you never know if your opponent is using chess simulator or not. I would rather play with computer then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what if your opponents suddenly stop moving their pieces, you never know if they are AFK or something is wrong with the internet. At the end, you might want to throw your mouse at their face. Especially, as what I have always stressed, I have no patience, that's why I don't go to casino. Without patience, I really want to avoid game like Texas hold'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3, I think, after 10 years playing chess, the most I want to see is the battle on the table. Playing chess isn't simply checkmating. It is the delirious feeling of beating down your opponent. Let's say you have a friend, that you might also think as your rival, eventually both of you play chess. Playing chess should be fun. Killing each other without actually hurting someone physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I start to bring the trend back, I would really want to enjoy my spare time playing chess with friends. This semester, I went to club day, I didn't see chess club anymore (CMIIW)&lt;br /&gt;I want to open this club, but I'm still thinking though&lt;br /&gt;I would like to name it "UW aeraxciaz chess club"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'm looking for more opponents, as long as it is not "ALEX JUNIWAN" then it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;The thing with Alex my friend is, no matter how many times I try to beat him, he will still kick my ass at the end of the day, not like once, but it is like SM where I am the slave&lt;br /&gt;peace alex&lt;br /&gt;but if you really want to challenge me still, in the name of moon, I will punish you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-3195521721077379722?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3195521721077379722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=3195521721077379722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/3195521721077379722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/3195521721077379722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/chess.html' title='chess'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-5390340141275294352</id><published>2008-11-09T15:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:32:40.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dawning</title><content type='html'>so many things happened this semester&lt;br /&gt;I still can't let go of these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;instead of studying, I have been engulfed with many wars&lt;br /&gt;battling others&lt;br /&gt;battling myself&lt;br /&gt;instead of studying, I have been fooling around with my life&lt;br /&gt;I can't help remembering that&lt;br /&gt;if I can finish these 4 years, then I'm set for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things, so many things&lt;br /&gt;here I am sitting&lt;br /&gt;singing and rapping myself&lt;br /&gt;writing these lyrics down&lt;br /&gt;to help forgetting the mess that I've made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I am cleaning my closet&lt;br /&gt;redeeming myself&lt;br /&gt;trying to calm down mind that keep asking questions&lt;br /&gt;"why me? why me? why me?"&lt;br /&gt;"why is it always because of you&lt;br /&gt;I have to be in so much trouble?"&lt;br /&gt;"is it my fate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I say "if I can turn back time",&lt;br /&gt;does it mean that I regretted what I've done?&lt;br /&gt;one of my philosophy, no regret&lt;br /&gt;is it being questioned?&lt;br /&gt;why does every of my own philosophy that I've made&lt;br /&gt;betrays me one by one?&lt;br /&gt;they are all dawning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ireove, trust me, I can do better than this&lt;br /&gt;stay with me&lt;br /&gt;bear with me&lt;br /&gt;lemme show you&lt;br /&gt;the miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"in the name of moon, I will punish you" -----&gt; what the hell does this have to do with this post?&lt;br /&gt;damn, apparently, I want to get out of here ASAP as well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-5390340141275294352?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5390340141275294352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=5390340141275294352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5390340141275294352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5390340141275294352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/dawning.html' title='dawning'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-2176970490999542685</id><published>2008-11-02T19:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:34:01.883-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chaodongcitiness'/><title type='text'>chaodongcitiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as what have been promised, I name this post "chaodongcitiness"&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what it really means,&lt;br /&gt;Let's refer it to the "madnessity" or "chaosity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester, I thought it will go smoothly as what I've planned&lt;br /&gt;Plan A seems to fail me,&lt;br /&gt;But my feet won't stop&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself,&lt;br /&gt;before my heartbeat stops, I won't stop fighting fate&lt;br /&gt;I will keep struggling, until I can stand in the top ground&lt;br /&gt;Again, moon please watch over me and grant me your light&lt;br /&gt;(I think people might start to think I like Sailor Moon or sth,&lt;br /&gt;but try to look at moon and smile, you might know what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, that doesn't mean I am seeking for perfection&lt;br /&gt;as it had been said, "perfection" is such a human disease&lt;br /&gt;being perfect means can't improve further in life&lt;br /&gt;whatever we have is there&lt;br /&gt;being perfect means to be limited&lt;br /&gt;barriers hold our capacity to expand further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as playing game, our character reaches lvl 100, I usually stop playing -___-&lt;br /&gt;yes, I like to drag and leveling when I play RPG games, but when I have leveled the characters to lvl 100 before the final battles, I usually refer to youtube for the endings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't see the characters to be limited by certain barriers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't stop, I won't stop,&lt;br /&gt;until the end of time,&lt;br /&gt;before this tiny cute heart of mine stops beating,&lt;br /&gt;I won't stop seeking improvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me for not stopping,&lt;br /&gt;if I stop right now,&lt;br /&gt;my enemies will be ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;vengeance won't wait&lt;br /&gt;it is either I execute my revenge&lt;br /&gt;or they execute their nasty plans on me&lt;br /&gt;and my beloved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Everyday our enemies think of new ways to harm our country, and so do we"&lt;br /&gt;- George W. Bush&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the only quote of Bush that I am really agree with&lt;br /&gt;this is the end of "chaodongcitiness"&lt;br /&gt;for anyone who wants to explain what the word "chaodong" means,&lt;br /&gt;go ahead&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-2176970490999542685?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2176970490999542685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=2176970490999542685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2176970490999542685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2176970490999542685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/chaodongcitiness.html' title='chaodongcitiness'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-3086537083980728359</id><published>2008-11-02T11:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:56:56.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudoku</title><content type='html'>I'm filling in numbers from 1 to 9 in each box. There is only that one special number that can go in that box in order for me to fill out all the rest of the numbers in all the other boxes, because each row and column of boxes can only have that number once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been given a few numbers scattered around the puzzle to start off with. I'm taking my time, making sure to put in the right numbers in the right box. You don't fill in the box with a number unless you are sure of it. Slowly the puzzle starts to fill with numbers, and as there are less and less empty boxes to fill out, the puzzle seems to get easier, soon it will come to an end. Everything looks set and you feel like you're on track to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, as you are about to fill in the next box you stumble upon a number you cannont fill in because it conflicts. Fuck, it's so stupid because a few minutes ago you were so sure that the number was supposed to go into that box before you filled it in. Now the puzzle doesn't work out no more and you got to erase everything because all the other boxes that you filled in before were all dependent of that box that you filled wrong. Now I gotta start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you be careless in life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-3086537083980728359?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3086537083980728359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=3086537083980728359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/3086537083980728359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/3086537083980728359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/sudoku.html' title='Sudoku'/><author><name>Mike Chien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18388122461668315788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rH763Zxp9tA/TvBUksMgXgI/AAAAAAAAABc/0ElVR7aC4_E/s220/BM2.jpg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-7579631305951715534</id><published>2008-10-31T06:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:24:00.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one of these days...</title><content type='html'>I want to get out of here...&lt;br /&gt;Get me outta this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many useless bullshit drama occur 24/7 as if its live cnn&lt;br /&gt;so sick of it&lt;br /&gt;wanna get out&lt;br /&gt;wanna get out&lt;br /&gt;wanna get out&lt;br /&gt;wanna get out&lt;br /&gt;wanna get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of these days...im gon be outta here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-7579631305951715534?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7579631305951715534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=7579631305951715534' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7579631305951715534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7579631305951715534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-of-these-days.html' title='one of these days...'/><author><name>X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06552788196527822204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SORRJEBFbKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mvzhvNV8e64/S220/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-9065844459105138475</id><published>2008-10-31T04:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T04:59:57.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>it is almost the month&lt;br /&gt;the month where everything starts&lt;br /&gt;where both cries and smiles were born&lt;br /&gt;her smiles and her happiness&lt;br /&gt;surrounded the tiny me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember&lt;br /&gt;November used to be the month&lt;br /&gt;when enemies were scared&lt;br /&gt;when the hatred was born deep inside them&lt;br /&gt;when genius was down on the floor&lt;br /&gt;when hardship was paid off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh moon,&lt;br /&gt;please stay by my side&lt;br /&gt;lemme repeat the history&lt;br /&gt;lemme stay as their greatest terror&lt;br /&gt;lemme me show the world&lt;br /&gt;what I made of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and moon,&lt;br /&gt;lemme tell you what&lt;br /&gt;I found the determination&lt;br /&gt;it is back&lt;br /&gt;just about time&lt;br /&gt;I will be all out&lt;br /&gt;for once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please lemme forget&lt;br /&gt;the melody of&lt;br /&gt;November's chopin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me howl, let me howl&lt;br /&gt;because after all,&lt;br /&gt;I am just a lone avenger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-9065844459105138475?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/9065844459105138475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=9065844459105138475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/9065844459105138475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/9065844459105138475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-1861158099156794971</id><published>2008-10-30T09:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:51:51.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed</title><content type='html'>Apparently, after several of experiments and observations done on myself&lt;br /&gt;I have come to this conclusion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever have a party and have to write a test on the day after (let's say party until 3 AM and midterm at 8:30 AM) 4 hours before the exam&lt;br /&gt;this might help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol + Caffeine&lt;br /&gt;for example, my favourite vodka redbull,&lt;br /&gt;or the infamous beer then coffee (beer is harder option for me because of the farting session after, I don't know about you guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do I say so? so many times because of these drinks, I woke up at 7 AM and won't be able to go back to sleep for a day, but feel very fresh, fully charged, like redbull in the matador&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends, which were parts of my experimental guinea pigs had also confirmed that they woke up around the same time and felt so fresh....&lt;br /&gt;(I might be scientist too because I found out new stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, remember this,&lt;br /&gt;some people had told me that alcohol and caffeine are the roots to cardiac arrest (def: heart attack, sakit jantung, sin ciong pe). They said you might die because of it&lt;br /&gt;so, only if you think you have a strong heart and you dare to take this chance, then go ahead and drink this&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, please don't sleep too late that you might not be able to wake early in the morning and do whatever you should do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't taunt anyone of having a weaker heart than mine (I mean I took so many risks already but good think He still let me enjoy the sight of full moon,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for that my Friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like when you play dotA, you use Centaur Warchief with great vitality and keep using the Double Edge move (which minus 400 of your hp and enemy's at the same time)&lt;br /&gt;For non-gamer, this means alcohol + caffeine may reduce your lifetime in this world as well&lt;br /&gt;so, please check with doctor or read the article from google as well if you happen to like this mixed drink as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you very much and I should go to class right now&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1861158099156794971?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1861158099156794971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1861158099156794971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1861158099156794971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1861158099156794971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/mixed.html' title='mixed'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-7615103207519567390</id><published>2008-10-25T03:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T04:10:26.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance4Life</title><content type='html'>1 more month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/worldaid.htm"&gt;World AIDS Day - 1st December&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started in 1988 - now 2008, almost 20 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I remember the song for AIDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SQLT3E2aQII/AAAAAAAAAH0/uDxXGMpHIk4/s1600-h/Start+Dancing,+Stop+AIDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 415px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SQLT3E2aQII/AAAAAAAAAH0/uDxXGMpHIk4/s320/Start+Dancing,+Stop+AIDS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261000257870381186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkb8y809oHE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkb8y809oHE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-7615103207519567390?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7615103207519567390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=7615103207519567390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7615103207519567390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7615103207519567390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/dance4life.html' title='Dance4Life'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SQLT3E2aQII/AAAAAAAAAH0/uDxXGMpHIk4/s72-c/Start+Dancing,+Stop+AIDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-915612421486566161</id><published>2008-10-24T22:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:28:01.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ireove</title><content type='html'>"Of course this word [ireove] exists ! hahaha, I made this word *my masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;The first word I created, and probably will never be written down in any dictionary..."&lt;br /&gt;Posted by jql in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess what... ireove is now &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ireove"&gt;in a dictionary&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-915612421486566161?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/915612421486566161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=915612421486566161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/915612421486566161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/915612421486566161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-course-this-word-ireove-exists.html' title='Ireove'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374797742722910839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-6059223552199940423</id><published>2008-10-23T06:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T06:50:49.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPbcG4mhKD4/SQBT9atYK6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/heujRWz8cZc/s1600-h/Needler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPbcG4mhKD4/SQBT9atYK6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/heujRWz8cZc/s320/Needler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260296679375514530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monster in Silent Hill:Homecoming called Needler, but I have nicknamed him "C**k Head, as you can clearly see why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6:30 Am in the morning. I've just finished the movie Stay Alive that involves you trying to survive a video game. Before that, I finished watching Stephen King's The Mist, and also the English version of Mirrors. Lately, I've been having a fascination in horror. All of the horror movies I've seen have almost the same plot. There is a haunted place or some vengeful ghosts seeking revenge. Its all cliche, but hell, it keeps you on the edge &lt;/span&gt;of your seat&lt;/span&gt;. Video games with terrific horror elements get me going. Games like Resident Evil, Silent Hill, and Fatal Frame are possibly a few out of a larger variety of horror games that can captivate people. In Resident Evil, you have to survive and blast your way through the living undead. In Silent Hill, your true nightmares awaken when you're stuck in a mysterious town and have to face creatures you would have never expected, and finally, in Fatal Frame, you basically take pictures of freaky ass ghosts that randomly pop up in places. Each of these games have that one perfect horror element that keeps you playing and playing and wanting some more. It's kinda got me in this mood to write something, like a story. I mean, I've always tried to think of stuff to write but I keep getting writers block. Maybe if I listen to the right music and proceed at the correct moment, maybe I'll cook up something ingenious. Shit, it may take a while though...I have so many fragmented thoughts right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Halloween is coming up soon. I miss the good old days of trick-o-treating. Free candy was nice, but there was some ocassions where you'd get a fruit or some other pathetic thing like that. I mean come on, fruit? I got a ton of fruit at home. But the best part I think, is called Devil's Night, and I believe that is before Halloween. You go around doing mischief things I think...like throwing toilet paper in trees and throwing eggs and people's cars and shit. Heheh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, just wanted a shout. BTW, I did not know Itachi died. **** what have I been missing??????? -_____-V. Oh, word of advice, do play Silent Hill: Homecoming at night. Trust me...it'll be a much...better experience...heh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-6059223552199940423?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/6059223552199940423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=6059223552199940423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/6059223552199940423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/6059223552199940423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/horror-stuff.html' title='Horror Stuff'/><author><name>Da Cursed One Named Jin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06464890788093781416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPbcG4mhKD4/SMNMIO19EPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/99ixFDP00AU/S220/dragon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPbcG4mhKD4/SQBT9atYK6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/heujRWz8cZc/s72-c/Needler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-6783679410973227683</id><published>2008-10-21T00:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:01:08.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>(To JQL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never said Heros are stupid. I said Renji just doesnt seem to....nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Thats not the point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have my hero. Back then when I was young it used to be Batman, Ultraman, Bioman, Flashman etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I grew up I found out that #1. They are Japanese...(I always thought they were korean since they spoke korean in Korea hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;#2. They are humans wearing Tights...not just any tights...Tight tights. sometimes Leather tights.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was reality and heros did dissapear out of my life. It was the same experience for me for christmas. When I first moved here, Santa didnt bother giving me any presents, I was wondering why and then found out that Santa was racist in Canada. Jk. All these years you thought it was Santa but ended up being my parents. I would say that was a big dissapointment. Now I think about it, I thank them. It mustve been real hard to sneak in the present and place it while I was deep asleep so I wouldnt wake up. I dont need to explain anything right? enough said. That means ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can proudly say that my hero now is my father. Although my hero doesnt have special powers, his way of life was much more meaningful than batman's or super tighty Ultraman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SP1gyxE1dxI/AAAAAAAAACI/kqcP6cWfJYo/s1600-h/n501142947_373323_6024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SP1gyxE1dxI/AAAAAAAAACI/kqcP6cWfJYo/s320/n501142947_373323_6024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259466365121951506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-6783679410973227683?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/6783679410973227683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=6783679410973227683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/6783679410973227683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/6783679410973227683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06552788196527822204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SORRJEBFbKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mvzhvNV8e64/S220/Image018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SP1gyxE1dxI/AAAAAAAAACI/kqcP6cWfJYo/s72-c/n501142947_373323_6024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-8524904729660388279</id><published>2008-10-20T19:43:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:02:27.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>superstardom</title><content type='html'>lists of childhood heroes:&lt;br /&gt;1. power rangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SP0YLU7deZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Y508VVyD2Uo/s1600-h/PowerRangersMMPR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SP0YLU7deZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Y508VVyD2Uo/s320/PowerRangersMMPR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259386522714339730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Spiderman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SP0Ybxsk9yI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zr8xta8vl6U/s1600-h/copyright-spiderman-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SP0Ybxsk9yI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zr8xta8vl6U/s320/copyright-spiderman-pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259386805314451234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wolverine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SP0Y1LKk-1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/9f3ZQRc7kdM/s1600-h/wolverine14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SP0Y1LKk-1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/9f3ZQRc7kdM/s320/wolverine14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259387241647897426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kamen Rider RX&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SP0ZHabp9GI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BBycy7WjFhY/s1600-h/rxspecial2mp8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SP0ZHabp9GI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BBycy7WjFhY/s320/rxspecial2mp8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259387554983703650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more&lt;br /&gt;(not mentioning SailorMoon and Cardcaptor Sakura)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, years passed, today superhero:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abarai Renji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SP0Z7W_8hBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Sy2_a2zM3EI/s1600-h/1151231204_renji+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SP0Z7W_8hBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Sy2_a2zM3EI/s320/1151231204_renji+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259388447415370770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SP0bgIRd06I/AAAAAAAAAHI/pVLQB_uZgH8/s1600-h/SD_Hihiou_Zabimaru_by_Geofffffff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SP0bgIRd06I/AAAAAAAAAHI/pVLQB_uZgH8/s320/SD_Hihiou_Zabimaru_by_Geofffffff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259390178629112738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;people said this hero is lame&lt;br /&gt;(especially X and Secret)&lt;br /&gt;used bankai every single time but still lost&lt;br /&gt;I think my chosen heroes have become lamer&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay since I am achieving the superstardom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP HOWLING ZABIMARU !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: these pictures are definitely not my property, I just googled it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-8524904729660388279?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8524904729660388279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=8524904729660388279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8524904729660388279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8524904729660388279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/superstardom.html' title='superstardom'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SP0YLU7deZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Y508VVyD2Uo/s72-c/PowerRangersMMPR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-8509535383169998306</id><published>2008-10-19T04:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T04:20:51.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trust</title><content type='html'>random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no intention of getting into troubles&lt;br /&gt;but, many times I was dragged into troubles&lt;br /&gt;why? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;if you call it fate, I say "up to you"&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I have changed&lt;br /&gt;trust this too&lt;br /&gt;bombastic before&lt;br /&gt;now becoming ocean&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Full of fire trait before&lt;br /&gt;I kept burning and burning&lt;br /&gt;Now learning how to be water&lt;br /&gt;silent assassination&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;let the game of mind starts&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting here&lt;br /&gt;sitting and thinking the next steps&lt;br /&gt;my steps to victory&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;parents said, don't play with fire&lt;br /&gt;also don't swim too far away&lt;br /&gt;then, rather than letting the game start&lt;br /&gt;some might want to leave the fire and water alone&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;this is a good intention of mine&lt;br /&gt;yet, as I say,&lt;br /&gt;some people never really understand&lt;br /&gt;about the boundaries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-8509535383169998306?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8509535383169998306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=8509535383169998306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8509535383169998306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8509535383169998306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/trust.html' title='trust'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-1300286415446102730</id><published>2008-10-16T13:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:52:20.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aeraxciaz</title><content type='html'>what about wondering? curiosity?&lt;br /&gt;is it a good trait?&lt;br /&gt;because the prosperity that humans are enjoying today are because of curiosity leading to new discoveries&lt;br /&gt;or is it a bad trait?&lt;br /&gt;because they say: "curiosity killed the cat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been curious ever since young&lt;br /&gt;But, many times, I have to learn many things by myself too&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;many times parents put restrictions on their kids&lt;br /&gt;of what they should learn and what they should not learn&lt;br /&gt;same as&lt;br /&gt;medias control what getting into our ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong if we defy our parents restrictions and learn what we are not supposed to learn?&lt;br /&gt;is it wrong if we want to know more about what medias restrict us from knowing?&lt;br /&gt;Should the restrictions be the barriers of learning/getting more experiences?&lt;br /&gt;or I could say,&lt;br /&gt;Should I blame the forbidden fruit?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I question even more about why human being so curious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I blame the forbidden fruit, please let me ask myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A) is it because Adam and Eve had eaten the forbidden fruit&lt;br /&gt;then the curiosity trait was passed down to us? I mean, is the curiosity trait came from the forbidden fruit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B) is it human's trait from the very beginning and forbidden fruit was not the cause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say A is true, then I have no more wonder, and I will stop asking&lt;br /&gt;but if B is supposedly true, will I become even more a sinner because I will question more?&lt;br /&gt;something like, why the forbidden fruit was placed there if it was not meant for human to eat it?&lt;br /&gt;many many questions&lt;br /&gt;as, should I keep following their rules for the rest of my life? or should I start walking by myself and create my own rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but probably I would not get the answer to this question&lt;br /&gt;during my lifetime&lt;br /&gt;then, because of this, should I stop questioning? since the probability of knowing about the forbidden fruit is very unlikely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or should I keep asking? defying? striving?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, too many questions, head's hurt,&lt;br /&gt;damn, I just want a simple life&lt;br /&gt;but I don't even understand why this mind of mine&lt;br /&gt;never stop asking&lt;br /&gt;and defying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it a good trait?&lt;br /&gt;or is it a bad trait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother nature, please let me stuck in this question, so I might stop asking about other else.. thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1300286415446102730?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1300286415446102730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1300286415446102730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1300286415446102730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1300286415446102730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/aeraxciaz.html' title='aeraxciaz'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-2436014464096205437</id><published>2008-10-16T03:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T03:25:28.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SPbrw_vJRwI/AAAAAAAAACA/M10lE6XO0bE/s1600-h/sgsgsdg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SPbrw_vJRwI/AAAAAAAAACA/M10lE6XO0bE/s320/sgsgsdg.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257648841977054978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be getting old,&lt;br /&gt;When I get hungry, I worry about how Im goin' to support a family in the future rather than supporting my stomach :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be getting old,&lt;br /&gt;When certain things happen, I worry about the consequences. I fear karma and I fear myself. I am afraid to see myself in a puzzle of troubles. I rather read a book. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be getting old,&lt;br /&gt;I pee way too many times = ="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be getting old,&lt;br /&gt;I start to understand my parents as time passes by. I understand the big WHYs I was always curiuos about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be getting old,&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old friends...the good ones and the bad. I want them in my life again because life is way too short if you think about it yea? ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be getting old,&lt;br /&gt;I want to share my experiences with younger ones and tell them "how back in the days used to roll..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be getting old,&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to do anything that will disgrace my father's name and the familys reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be getting old...&lt;br /&gt;but it feels good knowing that im aging with the people i care and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be getting old...&lt;br /&gt;because I sometimes get scared by the thought of losing the people around me in this journey of life... everyone has to go someday but.......I must be getting old... but not old enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really must be getting old because I just deleted couple of my posts by accident... ARGGGGGGG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-2436014464096205437?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2436014464096205437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=2436014464096205437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2436014464096205437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2436014464096205437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-must-be_16.html' title='I must be...'/><author><name>X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06552788196527822204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SORRJEBFbKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mvzhvNV8e64/S220/Image018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SPbrw_vJRwI/AAAAAAAAACA/M10lE6XO0bE/s72-c/sgsgsdg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-2123905028755923523</id><published>2008-10-15T10:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:22:20.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>surprisingly...</title><content type='html'>when I checked my calendar last night:&lt;br /&gt;here is what I found out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today party night,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow morning apparently midterm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;div 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title='surprisingly...'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-2386628006970307447</id><published>2008-10-14T16:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:42:07.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Happy Belated Thanksgiving!!&lt;br /&gt;supposedly study at home&lt;br /&gt;these 4 days, drink 2 days&lt;br /&gt;sick 1 day&lt;br /&gt;in the need of recuperation&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, drink again&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow is Asian Night at Fubar&lt;br /&gt;gonna drink again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midterm today, somehow abruptly written&lt;br /&gt;when checking the book, many corrects&lt;br /&gt;hopefully get good mark&lt;br /&gt;(Om ma ne pad me hum)&lt;br /&gt;so that tomorrow drinking is a celebration&lt;br /&gt;cheers for this semester!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-2386628006970307447?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2386628006970307447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=2386628006970307447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2386628006970307447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2386628006970307447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-5820737907207221768</id><published>2008-10-10T01:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:41:10.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>upgrade</title><content type='html'>ireove.com is now supporting the "green" world&lt;br /&gt;and soon enough, there is another blog in progress&lt;br /&gt;I just have to finish my masterplan before introducing it to you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your supports until now,&lt;br /&gt;which me and fellow writers appreciate a lot&lt;div 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title='upgrade'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-1226801911314046899</id><published>2008-10-09T00:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:14:04.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>values</title><content type='html'>same thing, can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;so decide to write&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk about values&lt;br /&gt;what values most appreciated by me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, I like people with "hardworking" value,&lt;br /&gt;as Thomas Alva Edison said, "99% hardworking, 1% genius"&lt;br /&gt;I had done that before, in the most wonderful way&lt;br /&gt;most of my friends, they look down on me when it comes to academic stuffs&lt;br /&gt;I was not doing really good on academic standing&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even care about going to university or college&lt;br /&gt;anything was fine for me&lt;br /&gt;going back to Medan or whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, the thing was, I looked at UW for a reason&lt;br /&gt;old story, but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I said "I want to be there"&lt;br /&gt;I studied, coffee every night&lt;br /&gt;slept at 6am, woke up at 8am everyday&lt;br /&gt;and you know what, first time I got 100 on final exam&lt;br /&gt;perfectly done, I thank my teacher, Mr. Sheridan&lt;br /&gt;he saw it, when I was taking English class, I didn't study&lt;br /&gt;but when I took his history class, he saw me, determined&lt;br /&gt;then, one day, me and Arnold having supper downstair&lt;br /&gt;I got a mail, I opened it, UW said "Congratulations bla bla"&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep, happiness surrounded me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hardship is the value that one should carry in order to show the world that he is not bluffing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, the value of "not underestimating your enemy"&lt;br /&gt;I learned it from the game, Romance of three kingdoms,&lt;br /&gt;Sun Tzu said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"if you know yourself and your enemy, then you will win. If you know yourself but not your enemy, then it is 50-50. If you know not even yourself or your enemy, lost is the outcome"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this experience, I started playing chess in grade 9&lt;br /&gt;I joined competition, and one of my friends, he was jokingly playing with me&lt;br /&gt;in a competition, and I won&lt;br /&gt;he underestimated me, and I was 16 best out of at least 200 people&lt;br /&gt;what you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1226801911314046899?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1226801911314046899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1226801911314046899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1226801911314046899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1226801911314046899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/values.html' title='values'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-8961657606171024550</id><published>2008-10-07T16:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:28:51.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wait</title><content type='html'>27 minutes before next class. I'm stuck here in the library&lt;br /&gt;actually there are things to do, such as assignments...&lt;br /&gt;but currently too tired for that&lt;br /&gt;such time is wasted&lt;br /&gt;for waiting&lt;br /&gt;still learning how to be patient&lt;br /&gt;and I just know that patient really means "to suffer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if to wait = to be patient&lt;br /&gt;and to be patient = to suffer&lt;br /&gt;then to wait = to suffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and I really do have fun in konja as well...&lt;br /&gt;such an investigator (not mentioning stalker)&lt;br /&gt;sitting down in corner&lt;br /&gt;looking at the primary angel&lt;br /&gt;if you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many events coming up&lt;br /&gt;but I should stay focus on studying&lt;br /&gt;study first then party&lt;br /&gt;wait first then strike&lt;br /&gt;suffer first then wasted&lt;br /&gt;(still suffer)&lt;br /&gt;row the boat first before swim to the shore&lt;br /&gt;(or in Indonesian "berakit-rakit ke hulu, berenang-renang ke tepian")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's all for the boredom&lt;br /&gt;oh, after saying the Indonesian, I remember my favourite line&lt;br /&gt;that everyone hates&lt;br /&gt;"no fish, shrimp also okay"&lt;br /&gt;(tak ada ikan, udang pun jadi)&lt;br /&gt;they said, shrimp is more expensive than fish, but whatever, since the line is made.. why not just stick with it?&lt;br /&gt;this line basically means, if plan A fails then comes plan B&lt;br /&gt;never give up and keep going&lt;br /&gt;til the end of breath - hopefully not because of too much smoke inside lovely lungs&lt;br /&gt;(my friends described me as "a soccer player with the most passion, but no skill !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for teams who had ever accepted me in the past, sorry if you guys just found it out today, I think I might be the best at cheerleading when playing, basically just shout, "we will win" but never kick the ball right on spot, well, no luck, never win gambling)&lt;br /&gt;(and if the ball falls on the right spot, it is wind and the ball's in good position when arriving at my foot)&lt;br /&gt;(sorry again mates)&lt;br /&gt;(I've learned how to kick the ball for so long now, but just as my friends said "no skill !!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class in 2 minutes&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-8961657606171024550?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8961657606171024550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=8961657606171024550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8961657606171024550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8961657606171024550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/wait.html' title='wait'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-526387426347784694</id><published>2008-10-05T14:53:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:52:39.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I plug in my earphones everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;listening to my own songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;ignoring the surroundings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;one time, I opened up my iTunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;seemed to me that so many songs had disappeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;covered with curiosity, I turned on my external hd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;everything is still there, waiting to be listened again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my Linkin Park's album&lt;br /&gt;three of them: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hybrid Theory, Reanimation, and Meteora.&lt;/span&gt; All were there.&lt;br /&gt;so, I transferred them to my iTunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn nice!&lt;br /&gt;all this time, I have forgotten about these albums&lt;br /&gt;then, I plugged in my earphones&lt;br /&gt;and I was forced to follow the rewinding to the past&lt;br /&gt;so many memories were brought back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah, Linkin Park has been my most favourite band up until now starting from when they made their debut in 2000!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to review their albums, one by one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SOkPsGGwQWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sBKym4S8AiU/s1600-h/linkin-park-hybrid-theory-delantera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SOkPsGGwQWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sBKym4S8AiU/s320/linkin-park-hybrid-theory-delantera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253747690531996002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This album,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hybrid Theory&lt;/span&gt; (2000) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;to me, was the best of all their albums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Songs like Point of Authority, Pushing Me Away, With You, In the End, Papercut, and Cure for the Itch are this album's best songs. Other songs are wonderful as well. I guess, this album is good for releasing the pain inside minds and hearts. A lot of memories from this album. Friendships, love, and vengeance were parts of this album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SOkQCpZ0KNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bEHEi8oqCZA/s1600-h/LPCover_Reanimation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SOkQCpZ0KNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bEHEi8oqCZA/s320/LPCover_Reanimation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253748077964306642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reanimation&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;released 2002, has background and pictures of "gundam"??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;the songs from Hybrid Theory is "reanimated" and more electronic sounds were added into them by Mr. Hahn. I listened to this album mostly when I played my PS1, the game was Legend of Legaia 1. When I bought this album, it was a cassette. Seems like time ages so fast that there is no time for heading back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SOkR9jkJhJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4Bs70bmccMc/s1600-h/LPCover_Reanimation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SOkR9jkJhJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4Bs70bmccMc/s320/LPCover_Reanimation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253750189520946322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meteora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;, released 1 year after Reanimation. I don't know why they used the picture of a person spraying a fragrance. The first video for "Somewhere I belong" really shows that they are crazy about Gundam. Hit the Floor, Breaking the Habit, Numb, Faint, and Lying From You were the songs that I listened the most. Apparently, near to the end of grade 10, Don't Stay made appearance to my life. This song accompanied my hard time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the forgotten albums from Indonesia. All are in form of cassettes. And if you asked me how I can convert the songs from cassettes to mp3 or sth. Isn't it obvious? I don't need to convert the songs, everyone knows the name of the technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SOkXtAHqDFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FSUZCpcgM3I/s1600-h/Minutes_to_Midnight_alt_cover.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 99px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SOkXtAHqDFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FSUZCpcgM3I/s320/Minutes_to_Midnight_alt_cover.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253756502198062162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, these are the crazy albums of Linkin Park. Their latest album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minutes to Midnight&lt;/span&gt; (2007) is tested, people said it is the declining of their rocking era. The songs have gone softer than the ones before. But I still keep some songs from this album in my pockets. Songs such as Given Up, Hands Held High, Valentine's Day, What I've Done, and In Pieces. I bought this album on the day it was released as well(15-5-2007) I thought I gotta line up at store to purchase it, but apparently I didn't need to (well, I was disappointed for no line up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still many of Linkin Park's songs; the underground. But, I haven't been listening to their underground songs. Only one that I like the most, "qwerty". You guys might want to listen to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the review of Linkin Park's albums and songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I love Linkin Park, it is the band that has been with me since 2000 until now, 8 years now. Their songs walked along with me and I think their songs played some roles in building some parts of me today. I guess so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank You, Linkin Park ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I would really like to put up their songs on my blog, but I guess by doing that, I will have all writers and readers faint while trying to write or read. So, I will leave it like this. Anyway, I'm going back to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-526387426347784694?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/526387426347784694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=526387426347784694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/526387426347784694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/526387426347784694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/rewind.html' title='rewind'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SOkPsGGwQWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sBKym4S8AiU/s72-c/linkin-park-hybrid-theory-delantera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-1857887568424603505</id><published>2008-10-05T13:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:13:15.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>awakening (feel my vibe)</title><content type='html'>school stuffs haven't been going well lately..&lt;br /&gt;parents went home today..&lt;br /&gt;here I sit in the lab again..&lt;br /&gt;listening to "element of life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cramming..&lt;br /&gt;aiming for perfection..&lt;br /&gt;while knowing that perfection is such a disease..&lt;br /&gt;that being perfect is another dead end to improvement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuffs haven't been going well lately&lt;br /&gt;body's tired&lt;br /&gt;mind's beat&lt;br /&gt;too many activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignments are tons&lt;br /&gt;exams are not waiting&lt;br /&gt;now is the time&lt;br /&gt;to get the logic back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awakening of mind&lt;br /&gt;releasing vibes&lt;br /&gt;(have to study 13x)&lt;br /&gt;this week is hell&lt;br /&gt;straight 4 duedates&lt;br /&gt;as I have just won 649&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feet please don't fail me now&lt;br /&gt;let me walk this path&lt;br /&gt;the path of craziness&lt;br /&gt;to the destination sunshine&lt;br /&gt;amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1857887568424603505?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1857887568424603505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1857887568424603505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1857887568424603505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1857887568424603505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/awakening.html' title='awakening (feel my vibe)'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-8485914132447992828</id><published>2008-10-02T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:47:48.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why So Serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBnqfKpwQ88/SOUXHzQqhvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/U859fSqMPqc/s1600-h/Joker_Card_big_by_anry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBnqfKpwQ88/SOUXHzQqhvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/U859fSqMPqc/s320/Joker_Card_big_by_anry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252629963184178930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would i be mad?&lt;br /&gt;If people around me would be affected.&lt;br /&gt;Why would I cry?&lt;br /&gt;If all they do is to pity me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I smile,&lt;br /&gt;To hide the pain that I took,&lt;br /&gt;To hide the truth that should not be told,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To forget her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-8485914132447992828?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8485914132447992828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=8485914132447992828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8485914132447992828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8485914132447992828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-so-serious.html' title='Why So Serious'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219549916813206806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBnqfKpwQ88/SOUXHzQqhvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/U859fSqMPqc/s72-c/Joker_Card_big_by_anry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-1314781864214604963</id><published>2008-10-02T03:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T03:07:57.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain You Can't Fight</title><content type='html'>Oh god, won't show me,&lt;br /&gt;directions to the cemetary.&lt;br /&gt;This storm's full of rage, and won't seem to back up off me.&lt;br /&gt;Though I need to escape, I need to proceed,&lt;br /&gt;It's too damn cold, my heart's in a freeze.&lt;br /&gt;When you're pissed you've got fire,&lt;br /&gt;In a storm?  it's a tease.&lt;br /&gt;Still I have mercy,&lt;br /&gt;And rest in false peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much easier to walk the path of pieces, yet so much harder to walk the path of peace.  Bet some of you didn't know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1314781864214604963?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1314781864214604963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1314781864214604963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1314781864214604963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1314781864214604963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/pain-you-cant-fight.html' title='Pain You Can&apos;t Fight'/><author><name>Mike Chien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18388122461668315788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rH763Zxp9tA/TvBUksMgXgI/AAAAAAAAABc/0ElVR7aC4_E/s220/BM2.jpg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-7244962481509019075</id><published>2008-10-02T01:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T02:19:51.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SORnMd4DzBI/AAAAAAAAABo/C7i_o7-mzx8/s1600-h/cute_dogs_by_teamchao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SORnMd4DzBI/AAAAAAAAABo/C7i_o7-mzx8/s320/cute_dogs_by_teamchao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252436529296690194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A puppy was brought to a small village to his new owner.&lt;br /&gt;It wiggled his tail to everyone in the village. He was always happy and appreciated the fact that he was loved by the owner and the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would follow the owner wherever it may be, in the rain or even in the snow. He was the happiest dog in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say Dog's lives revolve around us. It is said that even in pain, as long as we're there, nothing else mattered to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by and the dog aged.&lt;br /&gt;As shocking as it sounds people in the village wanted to eat him now that he is fully grown.&lt;br /&gt;Shocking thing is that even the owner took part of this cruel act.&lt;br /&gt;He smacked his head making him uncautious.&lt;br /&gt;He then threw him into a boiling pot of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from the hot water the dog woke up.&lt;br /&gt;From the shock he fought his way back out of the pot.&lt;br /&gt;He then saw his owner standing there with the bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog wiggled his tail and nothing else mattered...he was happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dogs are more loyal than humans. I wonder why people treat them like trash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-7244962481509019075?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7244962481509019075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=7244962481509019075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7244962481509019075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7244962481509019075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/dogs.html' title='Dogs...'/><author><name>X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06552788196527822204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SORRJEBFbKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mvzhvNV8e64/S220/Image018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SORnMd4DzBI/AAAAAAAAABo/C7i_o7-mzx8/s72-c/cute_dogs_by_teamchao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-3144942503969759737</id><published>2008-10-02T01:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:57:42.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Think again</title><content type='html'>Somewhere in this world there is a young man who lives with his mother. He carries a rare disease which holds a shape of round tumor-like bumps all over the body and face. He was only in his 20s. It was even hard to tell the gender of that young man due to the severe symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His spinal cord was out of place making him disabled to do everyday chores. As he walked with his slouched back he looked really discomforted and was in pain as he took his steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know the name of this disease but it is very rare, and unfortuantely he has received this rare disease from his mother.&lt;br /&gt;She too was suffering by the same disease. She says it hurts her more than anything to see her son inherit her rare disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we wish for in our 20s? I wish for good grades, getting rich, meeting a good girlfriend...wanting to have nice things etc.. Im sure most of people agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young man had a different wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish one day, I could carry my mother on my very own back and walk to places with my own strength" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story,&lt;br /&gt;So what are you complaining about?&lt;br /&gt;We tend to forget that there are people out there who are in much worse condition than us. We always think that our problem is the greatest problem in the world. &lt;br /&gt;So lets think twice and appreciate what we have and let us not take anything for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-3144942503969759737?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3144942503969759737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=3144942503969759737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/3144942503969759737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/3144942503969759737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/think-again.html' title='Think again'/><author><name>X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06552788196527822204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SORRJEBFbKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mvzhvNV8e64/S220/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-1453556008860807613</id><published>2008-09-30T09:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:29:52.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if A is the beginning of life&lt;br /&gt;what is Z?&lt;br /&gt;is it the end of life?&lt;br /&gt;or is it just before another beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;why sudden talk about life?&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know"&lt;br /&gt;"I just feel like to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's life?&lt;br /&gt;"I think it's a game"&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"dream"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about death?&lt;br /&gt;"I think it's pause"&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"washroom break"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I used to imagine the place where everything is just so white, I stand in the middle of building,&lt;br /&gt;I open up my hands and look at the bright sky&lt;br /&gt;everything is blurry&lt;br /&gt;but I sense&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;happiness&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;I am alone&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was that image?&lt;br /&gt;why had I not seen it anymore&lt;br /&gt;as I am growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will I see it again one day?&lt;br /&gt;when Z arrives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I believe&lt;br /&gt;Life is a game&lt;br /&gt;Death is a pause&lt;br /&gt;Z is not the end&lt;br /&gt;but the trigger of another A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will I see and go to the place I belong?&lt;br /&gt;where peace awaits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is a big mystery&lt;br /&gt;after all, as long as Z hasn't arrive&lt;br /&gt;I won't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-1453556008860807613?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1453556008860807613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=1453556008860807613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1453556008860807613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/1453556008860807613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/z.html' title='Z'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-5796865341425805001</id><published>2008-09-27T12:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:27:48.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting - The Story of Lone Wolf</title><content type='html'>"Why people fight?" Doom asked on his post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thought travels back to the young day&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I should say, I was a boy with anger and rage&lt;br /&gt;(I think I needed anger management before)&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I was in the class full of good students&lt;br /&gt;But, I was often up for a fight for fun, fame, and attentions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until that day..... my friend told me "don't go upstairs, someone wanna beat the shit out of you!!"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "who the hell said that? let's go upstairs". So, we went upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in front of me had more suitable fighting body and he kept talking and can't stop shouting at me. He stroke right into my pride. All his talking, it was a true to everyone, but it was a false to me. Those words weren't right but no one believed me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I fought and I lost. I got hit yet I was happy (talk about youth and stupidity...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;But, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;I was fighting for something valuable this time. Ironically, I had never done that before. All those times before, I fought for attention and I was just a small wolf trying to lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;During the fight, something came to my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that said, "forget it, I am tired of this, I just want to go down"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I forgot about it and just went downstairs in the middle of the fight. People were wandering what happened. I didn't too understand what's happening. I admitted I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friend told me that was when I've won against myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have learnt that&lt;br /&gt;fight for something you value the most&lt;br /&gt;stand up when you know you are right&lt;br /&gt;if there is no reason to fight, don't try to find one reason&lt;br /&gt;walk away as a winner, don't worry about what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, that's old story about my uncool fight where I got beaten into pulp. Hope it is a good story for you to digest. And lately, I figure out that diplomacy is somewhat better than using fists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-5796865341425805001?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5796865341425805001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=5796865341425805001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5796865341425805001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5796865341425805001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/fighting-jqls-point-of-view.html' title='Fighting - The Story of Lone Wolf'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-6275511240816231585</id><published>2008-09-27T01:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T02:30:59.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post - Fighting?</title><content type='html'>Hey all, this is my first time writing in a blog. I have massive writer's block and I'm not quite sure what to write about since everyone else will be viewing this. But I guess I'll write some random stuff for the hell of it. One thought comes to mind. Fighting. I don't' know why. I was going home, riding an elevator when I thought about it. Fighting. Fighting. Fighting. Why do people fight? For fun? For defense? For reputation? To impress women? To conquer and destroy? All humans have the genetic disposition to fight. Its in our system. We have been born with the urge to fight. Why we fight is a different story. We make the decisions to initiate a fight or participate in a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pisses me off are those who find people fighting a form of entertainment. Its not funny seeing two people fight. I think its stupid. I mean those who are fighting mostly likely have their reasons, but its just plain stupid to watch fights. Its retarded. Its my opinion, so I'll say it flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight when you have to. Don't fight for the stupidest reasons. It's dumb. To risk your life or health if you know that its not going to accomplish anything. We fight because we have to or something else is influencing us...especially beer. Drunken fights are dumb because you are not thinking clearly. You will look like a complete idiot. If you're going to fight, then fight with a clear conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is my first post and I said it would be a masterpiece lol, but I'm not really under the influence. Give me some beer and then I'll write a novel lol. But again, my associate, Mr. X heheheh...has advised me to write some stuff here and I might as well. This blog is there to share ideas and some of the ideas posted here are very intresting and knowledable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              @~Doom Of Jin A.K.A Fungue~@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-6275511240816231585?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/6275511240816231585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=6275511240816231585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/6275511240816231585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/6275511240816231585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-post-fighting.html' title='Random Post - Fighting?'/><author><name>Da Cursed One Named Jin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06464890788093781416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPbcG4mhKD4/SMNMIO19EPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/99ixFDP00AU/S220/dragon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-7626051408854406852</id><published>2008-09-24T23:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:37:58.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>to JQL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SNsH3R4QIjI/AAAAAAAAABA/OfNNO8IYH9k/s1600-h/smoking3-716130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249798436903985714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SNsH3R4QIjI/AAAAAAAAABA/OfNNO8IYH9k/s320/smoking3-716130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smoking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i started smoking around grade 9-10ish due to peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;My good friend always used to tell me, a drag of smoke will turn into 1 cigs, and that will turn into a pack.&lt;br /&gt;And it did, and plus I became a chain smoker.&lt;br /&gt;I had many nicknames such as 'chimney' because smoke was always coming out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Smoking was so hard to quit,&lt;br /&gt;I tried almost everything,&lt;br /&gt;and so many excuses came out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicotine patch do not work.&lt;br /&gt;Just 1 puff does not work.&lt;br /&gt;Social smoking does not mean you quit.&lt;br /&gt;1 cig. once a week is still considered smoking.&lt;br /&gt;I will quit next year, or after this pack is bull****.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a real hardcore dedication to quit.&lt;br /&gt;If you have no reason to quit, then don't quit...because trust me..you CAN'T.&lt;br /&gt;But if you do care and respect yourself, then please do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you quit SKY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Because I am super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I chose a special date, for example. Dec 24th was the day I became a non-smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I took it one day at a time. I never forced myself to quit, but I did tell myself this, "I can smoke whenever I want, but I will choose not to smoke today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By doing this, you are not FORCING yourself to quit, which makes you want to smoke even more. This is Nicotine talking, but by telling yourself as above, YOU are controlling that Nicotine craving.&lt;br /&gt;-Do not believe in your friends. They will not quit for, or with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Take the challenge. Why are you investing on lung cancer and other negative effects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look cool without the smoke in your mouth Mr.JQL!" whispers Mr.Sky.&lt;br /&gt;"I dont care if other people dont quit, but i want YOU to quit" yells Mr.Sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-7626051408854406852?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7626051408854406852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=7626051408854406852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7626051408854406852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7626051408854406852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-jql.html' title='to JQL'/><author><name>X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06552788196527822204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SORRJEBFbKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mvzhvNV8e64/S220/Image018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SNsH3R4QIjI/AAAAAAAAABA/OfNNO8IYH9k/s72-c/smoking3-716130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-257294401756176418</id><published>2008-09-14T18:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:21:47.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!</title><content type='html'>It took me a long time to figure out&lt;br /&gt;How to post on this blog&lt;br /&gt;By The Time I figured it out&lt;br /&gt;I was illiterate as a frog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll remember to log in before I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-257294401756176418?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/257294401756176418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=257294401756176418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/257294401756176418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/257294401756176418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg.html' title='OMG!!'/><author><name>Mike Chien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18388122461668315788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rH763Zxp9tA/TvBUksMgXgI/AAAAAAAAABc/0ElVR7aC4_E/s220/BM2.jpg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-7681789130836599943</id><published>2008-09-13T16:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:20:07.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough 101</title><content type='html'>It was an awfully busy Tuesday last week..&lt;br /&gt;I got four classes which started from 8:30 - 6:20&lt;br /&gt;and I also got to work after the last class&lt;br /&gt;I came to work and my chef told me I gotta wash about 200 people's plates&lt;br /&gt;and it's only me working that Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;(Why didn't they just ask me to wipe their asses as well???)&lt;br /&gt;(in my tired state, I might have said "YES PLEASE, LEMME WIPE THEM!!")&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(and this is a joke, thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this post is not about work, washing dishes, or wiping someone's ass or whatsoever..&lt;br /&gt;Rough 101 proudly presents the most intriguing question of the semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT DOES ANDREAS HALIM, 20 YEARS OLD SINGLE, WANT FROM THIS SEMESTER?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(starting from here, I am going to be serious)&lt;br /&gt;- the very thing I want is self-improvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want to get better grades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- improve my skills in chess (for Christopher Rijab, who currently resides in Medan, be careful the second time you meet me in viwawa.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- works toward "Project Prince"&lt;br /&gt; (what the fuck is "Project Prince"?)&lt;br /&gt; (only four people know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- have a wonderful time with my family here in Canada (yeap, I can't wait for the "Halims" to arrive)(the only chance to say "mom, take me shopping", "pop, wanna play billiard?")&lt;br /&gt; (yes, I want to beat my pop in billiard, this guy is too mysterious, I don't even know yet whether he can play billiard or not, and what if he can drink more than me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPT - DEC 2008 ==&gt; THESE ARE THINGS I GOTTA ACCOMPLISHED !&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully before the end of November 2008, I can finally have guts to shout&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Andreas Halim, 21 years old, single, nice to meet you, here I come baby world"&lt;br /&gt;(and I'm serious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SMwuFlt5peI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4MXgm798Bs8/s1600-h/20060926%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SMwuFlt5peI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4MXgm798Bs8/s320/20060926%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245618339538642402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never seen how I look like when Im studying?&lt;br /&gt;here is one example,&lt;br /&gt;and seriously,&lt;br /&gt;no comment is needed for this picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-7681789130836599943?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7681789130836599943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=7681789130836599943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7681789130836599943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/7681789130836599943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/rough-101.html' title='Rough 101'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SMwuFlt5peI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4MXgm798Bs8/s72-c/20060926%28003%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-8724484509097054020</id><published>2008-09-12T01:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T02:08:40.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wake</title><content type='html'>Nothing to do, can't sleep, tired from work&lt;br /&gt;I try to write a story&lt;br /&gt;random thought&lt;br /&gt;listen to this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;born a loner&lt;br /&gt;avenger middle name&lt;br /&gt;fated to befriend hatred&lt;br /&gt;forged one goal&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;were times forgotten only goal&lt;br /&gt;were when exposed to&lt;br /&gt;"lesser world"&lt;br /&gt;time passed by&lt;br /&gt;one mistake&lt;br /&gt;worsened the state of mind&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;he stayed loner&lt;br /&gt;he focused&lt;br /&gt;he thought&lt;br /&gt;"in what way . .&lt;br /&gt;. . should be carried out?"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"bigger world" era&lt;br /&gt;were times he forgot again&lt;br /&gt;were when he faked smile&lt;br /&gt;trying to understand what smile means&lt;br /&gt;and how to smile&lt;br /&gt;befriended happiness&lt;br /&gt;yet, world disagrees&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;now back as loner&lt;br /&gt;befriended moon&lt;br /&gt;whispering&lt;br /&gt;"when will that day arrive?"&lt;br /&gt;moon didn't reply&lt;br /&gt;so he waits&lt;br /&gt;for the reply&lt;br /&gt;for the day&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;for awakening&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;questioned&lt;br /&gt;what's next?&lt;br /&gt;"after it's done&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;alone"&lt;br /&gt;he said&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;deep inside he now knows&lt;br /&gt;loneliness&lt;br /&gt;is what he really wants&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;darkness,&lt;br /&gt;welcomes him&lt;br /&gt;for him only belongs&lt;br /&gt;to the night&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-the end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-8724484509097054020?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/8724484509097054020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=8724484509097054020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8724484509097054020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/8724484509097054020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/wake.html' title='wake'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-5803395160396566581</id><published>2008-09-06T22:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:07:41.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SMM720HA17I/AAAAAAAAAAw/t0l3q8Qsoek/s1600-h/n501142947_34799_6572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243100204076423090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SMM720HA17I/AAAAAAAAAAw/t0l3q8Qsoek/s320/n501142947_34799_6572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My destined path.&lt;br /&gt;I've walked a long way.&lt;br /&gt;But why have you led me here?&lt;br /&gt;When times were hard, you left me in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;You dragged by my feet through pain and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;At one point you have shown me the true meaning of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my sorrow I have found inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have equipped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have given me the light.&lt;br /&gt;You have given me the power of hope and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;The fogged vision of the path is now crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;It seems far away,&lt;br /&gt;but at least I know where I need to be headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my journey.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a new chapter.&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take prints a memory of the past.&lt;br /&gt;The memories will guide me through the hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you all at the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-by X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-5803395160396566581?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5803395160396566581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=5803395160396566581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5803395160396566581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5803395160396566581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06552788196527822204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SORRJEBFbKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mvzhvNV8e64/S220/Image018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1c5gL7zas6o/SMM720HA17I/AAAAAAAAAAw/t0l3q8Qsoek/s72-c/n501142947_34799_6572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-5124417695861932779</id><published>2008-09-03T01:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:20:41.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasagna</title><content type='html'>literally, I start to hate lasagna this day, probably because of my part time job&lt;br /&gt;I came today to work, and I saw the whole load of lasagna pans&lt;br /&gt;imagine how hard should I brush it?&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to hate these lasagna(s)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-5124417695861932779?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5124417695861932779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=5124417695861932779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5124417695861932779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/5124417695861932779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/lasagna.html' title='Lasagna'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-3460032244353915476</id><published>2008-09-01T12:34:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:48:27.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>california roll</title><content type='html'>next week the new semester starts&lt;br /&gt;hopefully everything will go smoothly as I planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wrapping up the california roll...&lt;br /&gt;what have I done this semester&lt;br /&gt;not really much&lt;br /&gt;didn't study that much and not organized&lt;br /&gt;didn't work that much as well&lt;br /&gt;sleep even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have I learned this semester&lt;br /&gt;I learned quite a bit of lessons&lt;br /&gt;about life&lt;br /&gt;I messed up too much on almost everything I was doing&lt;br /&gt;especially education&lt;br /&gt;gotta do something about it&lt;br /&gt;I also learned how to appreciate&lt;br /&gt;instead of blaming other people for causing my misery&lt;br /&gt;I should appreciate them because they made me what I am today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hatred won over my happiness&lt;br /&gt;it's time to forget it&lt;br /&gt;leave the past alone&lt;br /&gt;burn the evidences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to Sauble beach&lt;br /&gt;thanks to a friend&lt;br /&gt;I realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are still so many lessons but I won't put it down here&lt;br /&gt;otherwise people might call me philosopher later&lt;br /&gt;anyway, next semester won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;it's time for bringing sexyback&lt;br /&gt;thank you and good bye&lt;div 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roll'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046684571718771328.post-2088557605699123881</id><published>2008-08-27T22:11:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:10:45.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Putro !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We, the IREOVE team, wish you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wishing you have a best-est time on your birthday (if you want a party, tell us), and good luck for the present and future"&lt;br /&gt;- jqL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"祝您生日快乐 lol"&lt;br /&gt;- Irv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"muehehehe... Hapi Bday PUTRO!!! kapan nehh .., LOL dia ga ada fb, jadi gw ga tao !! lol"&lt;br /&gt;- Timo da nemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday, Tro!!.. wishing you all the best! good luck on everything"&lt;br /&gt;- Rudy &amp; Herlina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday Putro!"&lt;br /&gt;- Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday, Putro! Good luck on whatever you're working on."&lt;br /&gt;- Ivan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Bday Putro, all the best for everything and we hope your job is treating you well.. ^^v makan" jgn lupa ya.. =p"&lt;br /&gt;- Oliv &amp; Theodore the Chipmunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday, I wish the best for everything, your work and love life especially =p"&lt;br /&gt;- Tika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Bday Putro, All the best in the upcoming year!"&lt;br /&gt;- Elisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.herbanmedia.com/myspace-graphics/happy-birthday-graphics/370.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046684571718771328-2088557605699123881?l=junquanlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/feeds/2088557605699123881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1046684571718771328&amp;postID=2088557605699123881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2088557605699123881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046684571718771328/posts/default/2088557605699123881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junquanlin.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-putro.html' title='Happy Birthday Putro !'/><author><name>jqL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743950859995387086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_930piLSOs-s/SNc3_6KUZsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IxpL6Wl8tCQ/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
