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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkECQH4-fip7ImA9WxNWFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096</id><updated>2009-10-13T22:37:41.056+08:00</updated><title>Lek 列</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/lek" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4AQn0_fCp7ImA9WxVaEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-4389101558476596350</id><published>2009-04-09T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:45:43.344+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-09T18:45:43.344+08:00</app:edited><title>It's time to bid farewell.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;  Started this blog in English, so I guess it should end in the same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1..2...3....4.....9.....15. There are totally 15 out of 75 posts I wrote is all about &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; .     Today, the last post, which is also the 16th post dedicated to &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;Someone&lt;/em&gt;  I once so darn obsessed with, &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;  once so cute, &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;  once so charming, the once immaculate one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, didn't pluck up my courage to confess doesn't mean my love towards &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;  was doubtful, It wasn't, I was very clear about how I felt. How sweet it was every time you took a look at me, and how the air turned electricity the moment you smiled, how you drove me crazy, turned me a “flower idiot”. I shall never forget this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Perhaps you don't know how I feel toward you, or perhaps you actually do. Which I think the fact is more of the latter. Anyway, it no longer matters. For I have already accepted the fact, we're of two completely different world. It was hard at first, was very reconciled to the fact that our gap isn't only big, but hugely vast. I tried, I tried to stay nearer, I tried to be a little aggressive, I tried to offer when you're in need, as in the sticking-plaster, remember? But, well, things obviously didn't work out in the end. No matter how hard we tried, oil and water will seperate eventually, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I might be a very filthy, sex-minded, lecherous guy in front of you all. I know. It's up to you to see me this way. What I can tell, seriously, I'm very clear and I know what love matter is all about. And that's exactly why I'm still silent about &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; even up to now. The reason is harsh, but a fact it is that other than you being sexually appealing to me, we have nothing else in common. The way we communicate, the way I'm treated, the way.. everything. It seemed like I'm in love with someone who doesn't bother to give me a shit, not even as what a friend would do. That's what I felt. So the relationship is certainly not going to work out, well, even it does I'm very sure it ends in no time eventually. Subsequently, guilt, loneliness and self-condemnation are what left. I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Because a couple it not all about its initial motive (as in sex)... Plain feeling is not everything, for we are talking about relationship between two individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A successful relationship requires not only passion towards each other, it's more of how the two interact, how much they share in common, how willingly the two work for each other, how tolerable the two are, and most importantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  fate... the paramount element indeed, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I know part of my heart is always spaced for you, I too know... perhaps I'm just of no match, and our destiny is always not to be close together, in all ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Qlek's closing down. Thank you everybody who showed your support in the past, especially Siew Siew. love to moderate your comments, I know I am not alone whenever I see them. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Sayonara.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://qlek.blogspot.com"&gt;qlek.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-4389101558476596350?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/4389101558476596350/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=4389101558476596350&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/4389101558476596350?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/4389101558476596350?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-time-to-bid-farewell.html" title="It's time to bid farewell." /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQFRH44cCp7ImA9WxVbFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-957172782550359667</id><published>2009-04-01T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:31:55.038+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-01T17:31:55.038+08:00</app:edited><title>速度</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;有些事, 每个人都会经历; 不过这些事发生的速度往往因人而异; 有些人老早就体验得到, 而有些人刚刚经历一番, 当然也有一些人还在引颈长盼.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间往往是成就一件事的关键导因.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;随着光阴荏苒, 人类一步一脚印, 慢慢地, 越来越文明了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;处理, 对待, 解决一件事的手法就是文明最好的代言人. 除了莱特, 谁会想过飞机有起飞的一天; 没有贝尔, 热恋的情侣们该怎么解决相思之苦?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间诞生的那一刻, 开启了人类通往文明的大门.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过成功往往不在于时间, 而在于你. 你怎么想, 你怎么处理, 你就怎么成功.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候, 不知道的事情, 不代表不存在; 不代表不真实.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;给自己一分钟, 想一想, 你把它看透了吗? 你有在思考吗? 你做的分析够透彻吗? 你确定你明白了事实的真相, 真相的全部了吗? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;你要做个衬托花儿的绿叶吗? 还是, 有本事招来狂蜂浪蝶的花?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈, 其实轮到你来选吗?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://qlek.blogspot.com"&gt;qlek.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-957172782550359667?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/957172782550359667/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=957172782550359667&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/957172782550359667?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/957172782550359667?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html" title="速度" /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MAQHw7fSp7ImA9WxVbE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-4594061658581818022</id><published>2009-03-29T16:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:17:21.205+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-29T19:17:21.205+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gaming Experience" /><title>The return of holy shit, wicked sick.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;Can't really recall when it was I started to play dota. Even up to now, I still got pwned most of the time really badly, except one time, I was then playing thinker and for some reason I successfully massacred very single opponents, the sound of “ Holy Shit..! Double Kill! Wicked Sick.. ” is never forgettable. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However this “pro happening” was long ago and thereafter I reinstated to be the one being pwned. How sad, my friend asked me few days ago did I win games recently and I told him yes, but that's because I didn't feed and teammates were of pros. Pathetic hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, things gone differently. I was in an all random game, joining The Sentinel, and we are doing really well, slaughtering the opponents like mad. Then, the scenario happened next is no other than all the noob opponents left game one by one, leaving 2 there. And our side remained 5 players. It's obvious that we will win the game, so out of some peculiar reasons, I switch myself to the opposite team, just to see how good I am and perhaps I could turn the situation around and win the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining players of the opposite team was a Tiny and a Slardar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sc8wyFxdGVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/lyiOapYVgp8/s1600-h/tiny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sc8wyFxdGVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/lyiOapYVgp8/s320/tiny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318523322049042770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boulder – Tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sc8wsrlyx9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/KdIOF6TN7mI/s1600-h/rooftrellen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sc8wsrlyx9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/KdIOF6TN7mI/s320/rooftrellen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318523229121464274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then handling rooftrellen, for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slardar was just a useless player and left the game after being killed shortly after I switched to their side. Thank god Tiny was smart and both of us teamed up and attempted to kill the seemingly stronger opposite side. We are both strength-based hero and I was surprised that we actually succeeded killing them without fail. 2 vs 4. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items I bought were as follow (in sequence):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sc8wsptRxiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/TUvxgwcjuRc/s1600-h/phase+boot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sc8wsptRxiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/TUvxgwcjuRc/s320/phase+boot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318523228615984674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase Boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment: The reason I picked this up rather than boots of travel and power thread is because it adds damage and armor and simultaneously provides a decent movement speed, whereas power thread is 65ms only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sc8wsojxJnI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fDYOrY1bq5E/s1600-h/radiance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sc8wsojxJnI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fDYOrY1bq5E/s320/radiance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318523228307662450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Certainly a must have for rooftrellen, it buffs up damage by 60 and as you can see, it has a bright burning effect that damages nearby units. Great for farming, and most importantly, kill stealing.  By just standing beside while your teammates are killing can easily crown you a “Double Kill”, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sc8wsbD1XFI/AAAAAAAAATs/yYEajJom6bE/s1600-h/refresher+orb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sc8wsbD1XFI/AAAAAAAAATs/yYEajJom6bE/s320/refresher+orb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318523224684059730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refresher Orb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: It is able to instantly refreshes all skills, which is great for my ultimate, overgrowth. Able to root players for twice, I find no reason to stop raping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sc8wsQrzo9I/AAAAAAAAATk/EbB-yi3GSOA/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sc8wsQrzo9I/AAAAAAAAATk/EbB-yi3GSOA/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318523221898929106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of Tarrasque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Bought this out of richness when the game was almost over. I guess this is expendable and getting an Assault Cuirass instead is a good idea as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for my equipment. The equipments that brought back “ Holy shit, Double kill, Wicked sick..  ”. Haha, this is what making a home bird's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Shit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Kill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked Sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it still dinning in my ears. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/"&gt;qlek.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-4594061658581818022?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/4594061658581818022/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=4594061658581818022&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/4594061658581818022?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/4594061658581818022?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/03/return-of-holy-shit-wicked-shit.html" title="The return of holy shit, wicked sick." /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sc8wyFxdGVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/lyiOapYVgp8/s72-c/tiny.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMHQ349cSp7ImA9WxVbEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-6102414879449777505</id><published>2009-03-27T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:03:52.069+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-28T01:03:52.069+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weird thoughts" /><title>Earth Hour, 愚昧!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/ScyfszcxH8I/AAAAAAAAATc/G7kZ-IZbJq8/s1600-h/earth+hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/ScyfszcxH8I/AAAAAAAAATc/G7kZ-IZbJq8/s320/earth+hour.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317800852091641794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/3/2009, 熄灯一小时的一天. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相信很多人都知道这件事, 但究竟会采取实际行动的又有几个? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大大声提倡环保的人越来越多, 但真正有效的措施有哪几个? 再循环, 弃用塑料袋, 到今天的熄灯一小时. 对不起~ 我又要得罪人了, 不过, 老实说, 我觉得这种行为很好笑, 根本就是鸵鸟行为, 治标不治本.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;目前全球最大问题非暖化莫属. 而造成暖化的是....? 对, 温室气体. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过, 排放温室气体的是,... 灯? 你有种点头试看看... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阅过无数关于这一类问题的书刊, 不难发现其实最大的温室气体排放量来自化石能源的燃烧. 而化石能源的燃烧也正正涉及了我们生活的每一个部分. 随着人口的增加, 需求的暴增; 化石能源不停地被开采, 一天比一天快, 燃得越来越多, 很自然地二氧化碳含量节节上升. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;化石能源的用途包括供电, 交通, 还有各种各样的塑料产品制作, 包括我现在按的键盘, 还有睡前常常忘记用的牙刷. 人们意识到化石能源的燃烧会造成如此的后果, 却仍像个鸵鸟一样, 睁一只眼, 闭一只眼, 不停开采, 不停地加工, 不停地赚钱. 等到了问题严重了, 才来熄灯... 那么一小时? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请容许我Sohai地笑. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也难怪, 现在说的是贪婪为本的人, 有利可图的资源, 更佳的生活水准; 全球暖化, 相较之下有那么值得关注吗? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁愿意放弃现有的一切文明, 回归原始, 为的就是避免全球暖化. 你会吗? 我, 绝不会. 没有了化石能源, 就没有电脑, 手机, 椅子, bla bla bla.., 几乎等于什么都没有.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有一点很重要, 没有化石能源的催化, 全球的经济肯定大衰退, 从此没有人交易电脑手机, 只有猪脑肉鸡. 所以说, 一切都已经注定了, 没有人愿意停止使用化石能源, 全球暖化只会越来越严重, 不要那么笨熄什么灯了, 才那一小时, 有屁用? 提倡环保, 让更多人醒觉? 对, 不否认的确有效, 不过谁会理? 就算理的会采取什么行动? 与其烦环保, 我相信更多人愿意烦汽油费. 就好象上面所说的, 你愿意放弃这一切吗? 你愿意回归原始吗? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我来看, 我们应该趁地球毁灭之前, 尽情享受人生, 不要理会什么全球暖化, 反正一切已于事无补; 海平面上升淹没上海, 就由得它啊, 反正现在人口爆炸, 少一些人没什么不好的, 这是大自然的自然淘汰过程, 你以为人家空间很大哦? 狂生孩子, 不爽你重的时候, 几个浪潮扫过去就是了. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;读过科学的人都知道生物与非生物之间唇齿相依的关系, 相信没有一项创造比这来得更令人赞叹; 我却不禁疑惑了, 地球里一切一切都有着互惠互利的密切关系, 那为什么人类又不能和大自然并存, 非要破坏其以利己? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实, 我相信所有的事物都有双方面, 就好象牛顿说的:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newton's Third Law of motion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然我不相信有神, 认为宗教是一种落后的文明, 是以前人类用来寄托感情的方法, 免受畏惧和自我安慰的精神支柱; 但是我认同事物的诞生总有其了结的一天, 人类这物种也绝不例外; 而我相信全球暖化是了结的开端, 而熄灯一小时, 是末日的警钟.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尽管熄灯去吧, 别理我fat-ngap-fong. 明天约了朋友看戏唱K, 期待...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;更新: 发现有人和我想法一致, &lt;a href="http://www.chanlilian.net/2009/03/25/of-earth-hour-wwf-ignorance-and-over-hype-by-the-penang-state-government/"&gt;点我查阅&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://qlek.blogspot.com"&gt;qlek.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-6102414879449777505?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/6102414879449777505/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=6102414879449777505&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/6102414879449777505?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/6102414879449777505?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html" title="Earth Hour, 愚昧!" /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/ScyfszcxH8I/AAAAAAAAATc/G7kZ-IZbJq8/s72-c/earth+hour.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UERHw-eyp7ImA9WxVUGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-2420347280192772407</id><published>2009-03-23T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:40:05.253+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-23T22:40:05.253+08:00</app:edited><title>哭笑不得</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;奖励金终于来了. 拖了整个假期却还是没去领. 明日复明日, 反正拿了钱也不知道该怎么花, 还不是买参考书. 想到SPM就软.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;发现这个月没交补习费, 老师很腼腆地问我. 我向他解释的时候他又一副“没关系, 慢慢来...”的模样. 明明就很想我交钱. 其实不是不想还, 只是卡坏了, 领不到钱. =_= 奉劝把钱包带在裤子后口袋的人小心压坏卡. Maybank的有够烂, 我的卡晶片上面就裂开一条线. 还好Mykad安然无恙.　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉, 她叫我去追人. 去你的. 降随便倒不如找只兔子谈♥算了. 其实不是想等人追, 只是... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也对, 来, 有哪位要我? 随便谁都好, 可爱过兔子就好.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;无力&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为人师表的, 素质低, 算; 做事不带脑儿, 也算; 人品那么低劣, 算了啦列, 老师不曾是你想象的那么崇高.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;魏王遗楚王美人, 他们遗什么给我leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对了, 有人讲参与课外活动的时候不可表现勤劳的一面, 是错的. 牢记!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://qlek.blogspot.com"&gt;qlek.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-2420347280192772407?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4BQH8zcCp7ImA9WxVUFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-3989319395107272373</id><published>2009-03-19T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:12:31.188+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-19T17:12:31.188+08:00</app:edited><title>就是想blog : 补考, 又是爱</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;补考&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之前比赛, 没有考3月份的测验. 今天回到学校补考, 考了SJ BIO PM MM. 听到就怕, 尤其PM SJ.崩溃1 2 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前一天才肯温习, 一天内把SJ PM BIO三科一次过读完. 唉, 就是死性不改, 从来没有危机意识, 看我SPM考什么出来.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;半夜12点才开始背36个Nilais, 天啊, 你们明白的. 读到四点, 脑差一点喷浆, Saling membantu dan bekerjasama... blablabla... 跟着念而已, 整个灵魂大放空. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本来老师告诉我们7点半考, 我赖床到7点才起来, 匆匆忙忙冲凉赶到学校又不见老师, 等了1个小时老师才来, 原来不是老师迟到, 是之前的老师耍我们, 说什么7点半考, 乱讲一通, 很好玩?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看到他们个个窃窃私语, 肯定是知道了考题. 昨天梁问我要不要, 可是拒绝了他. 很笨对吗? 不过总觉得事先知道了考题考起来没意思; 考得好, 却不是自己厉害; 考得烂, 好笑了. 所以还是不知道的好, 反正之前朋友们还不是这样考, 没必要占人便宜. 不过谢谢梁的心意, 还有班上的双J, 你说一点, 她又讲一些, 其实我知道很多了. 呵...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明天考之前星期4的科目, PHY CHE都读了, SV..? 再聊..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快开学了. 有没人想我? 卡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;爱&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱? 又来...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是啦, 我摆脱花痴了. 今天, 有个人告诉我他对一个人的爱慕之情, 我听着听着. 老实说, 觉得很恶心, 做么这么花痴? 不过想想之前自己还不是这样, 哈, 真好笑, 原来爱慕一个人可以如此疯狂, 爱情的魔力很神奇. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以啊, 有人爱的人接受被爱也好, 爱你的人如愿以偿, 被爱的人又可以拥有一份关心, 一份呵护, 多甜. 美满...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过啊, 之前跟你说过男人一旦爱上一个人, 性情会大变, 可以从很粗暴的个性变得很温柔体贴. 不过相信我, 这些甜言蜜语全都是假象, 一旦到手了, 刺激的感觉消失了, 味道淡了, 任何的贴心呵护都会变成奢望. 你不是说过他对其他人很没义气, 但是对你却特别好吗? 是很好啦, 看得出. 也值得你被感动. 不过, 记得啦, 追求者的一切模样都是假象, 不可以成为你审视一个人的标准. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实有点担心你会因为得不到某一个人而接受他, 这样子没错可以转移注意力, 心没那么落寞. 不过这种做法不好吧, 到头来可能你会发现自己其实更加孤单了, 说不定还会伤害他.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;废话连篇.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;累, 睡, 拜. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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这样的生活就一直持续到了比赛的前一天, 没有停过. 而且回到家后队友们还会到我家继续讨论, 头几天还拾了包袱在我家过夜. 平时上课, 午睡, 补习, 玩电脑的休闲生活作息消失了, 整个人不眠不休地就为了这个比赛, 非常, 非常不习惯. 很多痘痘也因此冒了出来.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还记得我和黑猫诉说真的很累, 很无趣, 希望比赛结果会是我们输. 当然, 比赛当天斗志又回来了, 只是想表达准备过程是有多辛苦.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;话说回来, 这次的辩题是:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; 科技越发达, 人类越自由 &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们代表正方. 乍看之下, 所有的人都会说反方肯定输, 毕竟谈科技的好永远胜过科技的坏. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;讨论过程中, 贝老师算是最用心的. 梁老师也提供了很多很有用的资料. 还要谢谢黄老师的炸香蕉. 吴老师更特地走到我家来和我们一起讨论. 老师们都花了很多的心思, 帮了我们很多. 感激.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谈回题目. 最值得注意的是“自由”这词. 很多人可能会说飞机的发明, 互联网的普及, 还有阿姆斯特朗登陆月球这一类的例子来论证. 其实并不然. 这也是导致我们输的原因之一. 容我详谈.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;首先, 我还记得当初看着这个题目, 想来想去想到了很多, 可是却不确定可不可以用. 后来和颖菁讨论, 发现到自己原来根本还不了解自由的含义, 所以才什么都想不到. 所有, 我们决定从新为这词下一个定义.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;根据当时字典查到, 自由是在法律范围内公民享有的人身, 言论, 通信等权利. 不细心推敲这个句子的话很容易走错方向, 误解自由的意思. 不知道你们有没有注意到了“权利”这两个字, 和颖菁讨论了很久, 最终达成了共识. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为了方便我们思考, 我们把自由定义为: “自由让你做的更多”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;注意, 是做得更多, 不是更容易, 也就是说自由不是方便. 方便是指“做事的难度降低了”. 而飞机, 互联网等等都属于方便的范畴.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本以为理清了头绪, 走回正轨很开心. 哪知道跟老师讨论我们的想法的时候竟然被否定了. 老师硬是说飞机, 互联网等等都可以用来论证. 我还记得那天整个人又傻回, 什么也想不到.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后队友们一个个被老师说服, 认同了自由等于方便是说得通的. 可是我一直持反对意见, 一直想办法告诉他们, 说服他们. 结果还被老师说: “ 诶, 明天就比赛了, 别这个时候来怀疑自己的立场. ”比赛时间越来越靠近了, 想说有时间还是用来睡觉好, 算了. 说不定我真的应该听听老师的意见, 不可以一意孤行.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/3, 比赛在怡保安德森中学举行, 当天老师负责载送, 10个人, 两辆车. 还记得一路上又说有笑.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当天下着很大的雨, 到了怡保, 到处都淹水, 而且路旁的树都倒了下来, 是连根拔起那种. 也因为这样, 比赛延迟了30分钟.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘了说, 我是主辩. 原因, 我没有于荭的经验, 不能当二辩; 我没有最佳辩论员颖菁口齿清晰, 想当三辩还是等下辈子; 再来, 我说话没有气势, 所以结辩交给了国川. 其实主辩也需要气势, 可是基于没有人选了, 所以就选了我.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;起初我担心的问题是念稿的时候会很紧张, 甚至会抖. 不过比赛当天还好, 这些问题都没有出现, 大致上还好. 而我被盘问的环节也没什么意外, 因为对方二辩太弱了, 问些瘙痒都不觉得够力的问题.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得我最大的问题应该是在自由辩的时候, 节奏很快, 我很紧张, 站起来说话超级结巴, 真丢脸. 而对方4个表现的非常从容, 很镇定.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还记得对方也捉到了我方自由等于方便的种种例子, 一直辩个不停.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一下子比赛就结束了. 接下来就等待评审讲评还有宣布结果.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得其中一位评审叫做赖石. 其他两位, 一男一女就不知道是谁了. 总之都是老人.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道是谁的那位男评审负责讲评. 他才一开口, 就很明显的暗示我们, “ 其实要分出胜负不难, 但要讲评两方的错误却不容易. ” 听到了接下来他所说的话, 其实已经知道我们输了. 评审认同了之前所担心的“自由不等于方便”, 认为我方不应该把方便归类为自由. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是让我觉得评审有点偏心的是, 他们竟然把最佳辩论员颁给了反方, 而且还是那表现不怎么样的三辩. 我们都很震惊, 试问天底下有多少个人的辩才比颖菁来的好? 最算有, 也不会是对面4个啊, 真的替颖菁感到不甘心. 就这样被否定了自己的能力, 希望我之后安慰的话有用. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后, 听老师说上一场的评审,  王植木先生 [不确定怎么写, 总之他是我很欣赏的一位资深评审] 给了我们很好的评价, 说道如果他评, 结果宣布时大喊大叫的会是我们. 唉, 人间总算还有点温情, 虽然我们在“自由方便”犯了严重错误, 但我总觉得把奖给了圣母似乎有点牵强, 更不用说最佳辩论员了! 看过颖菁辩论的人都不会质疑. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果当初老师没有执意认同自由也是方便, 说不定我们会一路赢下去. 而妈妈炖的燕窝和泡参也可以名副其实的成为我的奖赏. 不过算了, 一切都是上天的安排.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸爸说输了也好, 之前我忙到连饭都没时间吃. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orz. 也对.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过这的确是个很好的经验, 学到的比失去的多, 有机会再来吧.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://qlek.blogspot.com"&gt;qlek.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_08.html" title="唉.." /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENRnw8cSp7ImA9WxVVEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-3015667583263345298</id><published>2009-03-05T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:24:57.279+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-05T23:24:57.279+08:00</app:edited><title>名不正 心则虚</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;“ 对方辩友, 男性的让步就是非~~常努力, 而女性为争取男女平等所付出的努力却被抹杀.. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;传说中的最佳辩论员. 以上只是她屡次语出惊人的其中一句. 果然名不虚传, 论台风, 论机智, 论口才, 她光速的反应无疑令我叹为观止. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天的辩论比赛, 太平华联国中扛上古X国中(不好意思, 忘了什么字). 向来出色的华联校队队员们对面坐着3位漂亮的美眉 ( 比起我方, 这形容词一点也不为过, 嘿嘿! ) 还有一位男生. 2009年3月5日3时正, 辛苦了那么多天, 成功与否很快就会揭晓. 我坐在一角, 看着周遭的同学们个个信心满满, 情况似乎十分乐观.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;主持人甜美的声音宣布了赛事的开始, 3位男评审的左边, 正方主辩站了起来. 她顶着一头蘑菇头, 咬字清晰地开始呈现论点. 好, 好, 好在台风稳健, 丝毫没有紧张的样子. 唉, 好羡慕. 换着是自己, 应该斗得跳起舞来了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没一会儿, 焦点移到了右边, 华联代表, 国川, 站了起来. 之前已经看过他们彩排, 对稿也相当熟悉了. “ 努力, 形容十分尽力.. ”, 他逐个字把题目解释的一清二楚. 嘴角的颤抖和不自然的肢体语言, 看出了经验尚浅.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;接下来正反方二辩同样很有水准地呈现论点, 双方各执一词. 其实, 当时大家迫不及待想看想听的是三辩, 尤其我校的三辩, 三寸不烂之舌, 魅力十足不容置疑. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我细心地听着正方三辩的呈现, 气势十足, 老实说, 我还蛮喜欢的. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;掌声用力地响着, 她站起来了. 公认的最佳辩论员, 她站起来了. 一如往常, 极佳的口才赋予了论据生命, 十分动听, 十分具说服力. 棒.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ 精彩绝伦的自由辩, 现在开始... ”. 看了这场赛事, 发现原来自由辩的环节, 是一个真正分出高下, 验收双方准备功夫的环节. 自由辩之前, 我本来觉得正方有胜出的机会. 可是, 到了自由辩, 差距很明显的被拉开了, 悬殊之大, 有点惊人. 我方准备很充足, 先前已预测对方可能会提出的论点, 然后准备了应对的方法; 相反地, 正方很明显准备不足, 整个环节只有挨打的份, 反驳有够无力, 来来去去着围绕着同样的论点, 听得我快生气了. 加上经验十足的她, 造成的伤害惨不忍睹. 有种欺负的感觉. 哈.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过不得不承认, 我非常非常欣赏正方稳健的呈现, 表达很清晰, 丝毫不怯场. 反观我方, 除了她, 其他的都少了稳定度. ( 我不是在批评, 我哪配? 换着是自己, 肯定更糟糕. ) 我方的结辩更出现了口吃的状况, 与正方的结辩形成很大的对比. 正方结辩十分从容, 不失该有的情感, 更令我佩服的是她一针见血的分析, 觉得她做得很好. 很好.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实胜负已在自由辩里很明显地可以看出. 只是没想到我这个做鸡婆的后补竟然被点上台一同领奖. 天, 好尴尬. 从来没试过手里握着奖杯, 心里却那么心虚. 还拍了照片, 可笑. 非实至名归的胜利, 感觉很糟糕. 宁可他们把我当透明.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;久违的奖杯, 却是如此下场. 不要笑我. ~_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://qlek.blogspot.com"&gt;qlek.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-3015667583263345298?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/3015667583263345298/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=3015667583263345298&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/3015667583263345298?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/3015667583263345298?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_05.html" title="名不正 心则虚" /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQNQnY-cCp7ImA9WxVVEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-5807771061652475441</id><published>2009-03-04T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:46:33.858+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-04T21:46:33.858+08:00</app:edited><title>今天的我</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sa6EiChQFiI/AAAAAAAAATU/E18jjWRzjvY/s1600-h/pintu+depan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sa6EiChQFiI/AAAAAAAAATU/E18jjWRzjvY/s320/pintu+depan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309326731043149346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 今天的我, 跑到了MRSM看展览. 衣冠楚楚, 伫立于大门的两位充分诠释着热情好客的含义, 身边青葱的环境, 我看见了极好的硬体设施, 这不都是我一直以来梦寐以求的学习环境吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 主题环绕着科学, 展场里, 卖点是“学以致用”, 我看见了无数的同胞, 极大的创意. 你可否知道, 混合了适当比例水的玉蜀黍粉, 摇身一变成为了极其坚固的物质. 我用力一击其表面, 思维彻底被颠覆了, 大脑更是感受到无比的震撼.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 望着同龄的他们, 我深深感受到自己的井底蛙. 当我们正烦恼于该怎么抄报告的时候, 他们却已自行研究出最稳定的维他命C, Crystalised Ascorbic Acid. 我不禁嘲笑自己.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sa6EiLFQQaI/AAAAAAAAATM/TwTtZLGlbb0/s1600-h/Photo-0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sa6EiLFQQaI/AAAAAAAAATM/TwTtZLGlbb0/s320/Photo-0359.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309326733341639074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 走在平坦的柏油路, 宽大的校园; 叹, 自叹不如, 一种米养百种人. 好想好想, 荏苒的光阴可以倒流, 想要回曾经没好好珍惜的选择权力, 我要真正的教育, 我不稀罕挥之不去的字上谈兵, 我要实践的学以致用, 很可惜, 路已走到了末端. 心中感触十足, 龙的传人, 宿命矣.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 今天的我, 被抬举了. 她很看得起我, 邀我加入辩论队, 我很讶异, 同时也很茫然. 我行吗? 毫无经验可言, 我就连站在台上完完整整地把稿念出自信都没有, 我质疑自己的能力, 面对群众念稿都畏惧了, 怎可奢望自己有能力与人辩古今是非, 论天下对错.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 很唐突地加入你们的讨论会, 老师问我, 能否应付紧凑的练习时间表, 我说没问题. 可是我忘了, 我是个惯于午睡的人; 名字签了, 我慌了. 无论如何, 目前也只是个后补. 若有上场的一天, 希望不会令大家失望, 我怕怕.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 今天的我, 终于宣布彻底死心了. 终于明白了自己, 看清了你. 很可笑, 或许, 对, 这一切都是盲目的. 其实我明白你, 我看得出; 不过你可否知道, 这让我更心痛, 原来我们之间, 什么也没有. 瞧不起肉欲的感情, 很肤浅, 没有了灵魂, 毫无交流的乐趣.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 我看着你, 心中不禁长叹. 很懊恼, 原来, 我们那么的不对调, 就算关系纯粹属友谊, 我也觉得很难维持, 其实那么多年, 同期结交的都已经成了很要好的朋友, 甚至发展出了兄妹情谊; 为什么, 偏偏我们还那副泛泛之交的模样? 好想好想, 可以做你求救的对象, 倾诉的人选, 打架的沙包, 或许我不配, 两个世界的人, 谈不上什么永恒的情谊. 分离在即, 我唯有做好心理准备,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;准备怀念....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/"&gt;qlek.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-5807771061652475441?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/5807771061652475441/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=5807771061652475441&amp;isPopup=true" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/5807771061652475441?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/5807771061652475441?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_04.html" title="今天的我" /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/Sa6EiChQFiI/AAAAAAAAATU/E18jjWRzjvY/s72-c/pintu+depan.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAFRn4ycCp7ImA9WxVVEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-5116787714442716753</id><published>2009-03-03T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:05:17.098+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-03T23:05:17.098+08:00</app:edited><title>Do chickens have sex?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;So we were having a conversation this morning. Discussing  how chicken egg is formed. Initially I thought chickens don't have sex. But it doesn't make sense for the hens to be able to lay eggs asexually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the wonder of internet, the Almighty, G&lt;s&gt;od&lt;/s&gt;oogle comes handy. I did a quick search and it's not true that chickens don't have sex. They do fuck, but from the YouTube video I have watched, chickens do not have a long sex. To me, it is ridiculously swiftly done. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CWmwPSJHgmU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CWmwPSJHgmU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess they are probably shy as there's someone beside watching and recording. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, check this out if you're interested how they get ridiculously fast and furious. Yiiii Ha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rooster grabs the hen by the neck and forces itself upon her in a violent manner, using a small organ at it's tail to &lt;strong&gt;penetrate the chickens egg laying vent. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sex act is sufficient to fertilize many eggs. Often this damages the hen's feathers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copulation is quick and appears rather painful for the hen... &lt;strong&gt;sometimes they appear to like it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards hens do display the 'fluff' orgasm reaction ( Am so curious, do let me know if you found video showing this, k? ), so maybe on some level they really want it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, &lt;strong&gt;its a mystery. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JR told me she bears chickens at home, and they are noisy when they lay eggs. Look what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Egg Eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obnoxious behavior such as cannibalism and egg eating can only be cured by attention, and lots of it. If you observe egg eating then try to collect the eggs immediately after laying &lt;strong&gt;(usually easy to tell when this happens since they scream about it!)&lt;/strong&gt; and never over-populate or over-confine birds! Quarantine overly aggressive birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end this post lecherously, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you the giant hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RAiTOuSyJsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RAiTOuSyJsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://qlek.blogspot.com"&gt;qlek.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-5116787714442716753?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/5116787714442716753/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=5116787714442716753&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/5116787714442716753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/5116787714442716753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-chickens-have-sex.html" title="Do chickens have sex?" /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08DRnw7fyp7ImA9WxVWGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-3683886740582396185</id><published>2009-03-01T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:04:37.207+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-01T23:04:37.207+08:00</app:edited><title>她的手</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;“ 今天济公跟我讲, 目前不适合做生意, 得等到年杪, 而且啊, 到时我会有些意外的收获... ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ 什么? 钱啊? ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ 不懂叻... ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ 呵... ” 我笑道. 她依然那么迷信.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近头发长了, 总是感觉油腻腻的, 好不清爽. 心想是时候理理头发了. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ 妈, 得空吗? ” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ 有预约时间吗? 很忙的噢我... ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拎着凳子, 我走进了浴室; 身后的她一手拿着报纸, 另一只手握着剪刀. 准备好后, 妈妈二话不说开始剪了起来. 我把头侧向右边, 剪刀不规则地修着, 她的五指扫了一扫, 一丝丝的黑发纷纷掉了下来. 不一会儿, 披在肩上的报纸头条看不见了, 只见厚厚的头发盖在上头. 修好侧面的头发后, 就轮到头顶, 不过这次妈妈不再问我该怎么剪, 只因她已经了解我的喜好.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ 刘海再短一点. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实妈妈曾经是个理发师, 不久前听家人聊起, 当初那间理发院还搞得有声有色, 曾经一天收入高达数千. 虽然已金盆洗手不当理发师好一些日子, 不过她理发的手艺我本人认为不差, 或许是太平的水准太低了, 我总觉得妈妈理的发型与JUNO, AK等比较, 有过之而无不及. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;头发修短了, 没有半点的花俏, 整齐多了, 舒服多了. 满足.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果说, 一个女人要捉住男人的心, 得从其胃下手. 那么若妈妈要捉住孩子们的心, 从其头顶下手绝对没错. 温暖的手, 抚摸着, 打转着; 我望着散落一地的头发, 吸进了幸福的空气, 渗进了全身, 循环着...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她的手, 散不掉的温度, 无尽的幸福感. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;qlek.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-3683886740582396185?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/3683886740582396185/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=3683886740582396185&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/3683886740582396185?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/3683886740582396185?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html" title="她的手" /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcAQHw6eip7ImA9WxVWGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-46512132552249497</id><published>2009-02-27T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:27:21.212+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-28T15:27:21.212+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weird thoughts" /><title>一只鸟的眼睛</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;今天, 有人问我, 什么是Cock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天, 也有人问我, 为什么WWF成了性爱的代名词? 可是我忙着笑, 没有好好的解释向他解释. 我记得我说到“像WWF那样把人抛来抛去”这一类的形容, 哈, 看着他疑惑的眼神, 我也懒得继续解释, 反正就不停的笑. 真抱歉, 误人子弟了, 其实不暴力啦, 除非你自己爱, 那要多暴力就多暴力咯. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我笑, 不是我horny, 是嘲笑. 说来真是有点感伤, 身边的人怎么那么单纯, 17岁了. 上一代的人, 17岁已经开始组织家庭了, 他们竟然还对性爱一无所知. 天, 人类不进则退? 有点无奈, 想像如果以后你的伴侣对性爱一无所知, 肯定毫无情趣可言. 我真的死了算! 性爱多么美妙啊....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好好... 懂我淫荡, 懂你们高尚.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不说了. 不过拜托, 性爱是人性的一部分, 别忘了我们都是放荡和淫乱的产物. 没什么好害羞, 没什么好避忌. 我不是女生, 我不懂高潮的感觉. 不过我可以很肯定地说, 就算射精不是最爽的感觉, 不过它所带来的感官享受是无与伦比的. 了解Amanah的Definisi之余, 每一个人都有义务好好地了解自己, 了解性爱不单只syok到自己, 也是对另一半的尊敬, 我认为这是一种表现爱的方法, 至高无上的方法. 那些关起门来, 什么都不懂的人, 脚怎么开都不会, 只会乱叫一通, 是高尚吗? 虚伪加失败... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也知道很多人相信我没看过porn的鬼话, 不要质疑, 我真的没看过.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;qlek.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-46512132552249497?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/46512132552249497/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=46512132552249497&amp;isPopup=true" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/46512132552249497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/46512132552249497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_27.html" title="一只鸟的眼睛" /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4CR3k8eip7ImA9WxVWFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-1282356520246592913</id><published>2009-02-26T16:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:46:06.772+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-26T16:46:06.772+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hepatits B and AIDS Test" /><title>Hepatitis B virus screening, or rather, an AIDS test.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;For the very first time in my life, I participated in a Hepatitis B virus screening course today in school. And soon enough, I'm going to know my blood type for the first time. Can't wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole course cost me RM20. RM16 for the virus screening and RM4 for blood group examination. I'm told that I have to pay again if I'm infected and an vaccination is needed. According to wikipedia, HB infected person would show the following symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loss of appetite&lt;br /&gt;nausea&lt;br /&gt;vomiting&lt;br /&gt;body aches&lt;br /&gt;mild fever&lt;br /&gt;dark urine&lt;br /&gt;jaundice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my meals are in big portion, I don't vomit for months, I only feel aches when my modem fails, gald I haven't met fever for months as well, most importantly I don't dye toilet bowls into black, and my skin never shine like the glaring sun. What I can draw from all these is, I'm in perfect health! Aiks, hopefully la, I'm too poor to afford the injection, and I haven't got my Benz yet! In case you don't know, it's my ultimate life goal to sit in the rear seat of the most expensive variation of Benz and being fed papaya by my maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only an idian nurse in charged of wtihdrawing our blood sample. When I first stepped into the St John room, I saw her in action rotating the syringe which has already been injected into someone's skin. ROTATING man, walao eh, Miao the medical expert told me that's because she was locating the blood vessel so that blood sample can be extracted. It was like so WTF, was she a beginner ? Can't she look carefully into the skin before injecting the needle? I almost shivered into an icy carving when I thought of her clumsily poking my dermis in all direction, in and out, damaging all my nicely packed flesh, Aw... Fuck. How gross.. How painful it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the fear burning my heart, I queued and waited impatiently. I saw APF almost broke in tears when the nurse took at least 3 attempts to get her blood withdrawn successfully, and KW prince almost passed out. I hold the test tube (for my own blood sample collection) even firmer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no time I got myself seated, with my heart beating sound reigned all my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She first wrapped a strip somewhere above my elbow, wiped my skin with an alcohol-dipped cotton, and there she was, holding the syringe! My heartbeat was heard no more and the next thing I saw was the needle penetrating in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ahhh”, I thought I would shout, but I didn't even move my lips. I regained my consciousness back. It WASN'T PAINFUL at all, sigh, and fuck, why were you all acting as if being bitten by a shark? Totally freaked me out, almost brokedown man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, now, shall I hereby declare, withdrawing your blood with a syringe is totally not painful at all, even with stupid looking clumsy nurse. She tried twice before she extracted my blood successfully, and of course I was granted some “rotation”, but hell no, it's not painful, not at all, no matter how high the rpm (rotation per minute) is, you feel nothing, NOTHING. However, if you were really into shouting and tearing, do it quickly when the needle first penetrated in. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaZMyUraffI/AAAAAAAAASs/KebLJSydIJQ/s1600-h/syringe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaZMyUraffI/AAAAAAAAASs/KebLJSydIJQ/s400/syringe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307013638330678770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the registration form, the blood will not only be sent for HB virus screening, but AIDS virus as well. In fact this is what spurred me on to take the screening, I know it sounds ridiculous, well, keeping my finger crossed. God or whatever it is, HIV negative! Certainly not going to spend the rest of my life with flu that cures only after months. K.. ridiculous enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Some facts about Hepatitis B.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaZMyAl7bzI/AAAAAAAAASk/ZRJzj8Mtluc/s1600-h/hbvirus.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaZMyAl7bzI/AAAAAAAAASk/ZRJzj8Mtluc/s400/hbvirus.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307013632938962738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HB virus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hepatitis B virus causes an &lt;b&gt;inflammation&lt;/b&gt; in the liver.&lt;br /&gt;Hepatitis B virus infection may either be acute (self-limiting) or chronic (long-standing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Acute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acute illness causes liver inflammation, vomiting, jaundice and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rarely death&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Acute hepatitis B infection does not usually require treatment because most adults clear the infection spontaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chronic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, treatment of chronic infection may be necessary as chronic hepatitis B may eventually cause &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;liver cancer&lt;/span&gt;. However, at the moment there is no drugs available to clear the infection, all a man can do is to restrain the virus from replicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a third of the world's population, more than 2 billion people, have been infected with the hepatitis B virus. Which means, if you have a brother and sister, and both of them are perfectly healthy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;Congratulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;aren't you the infected one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;qlek.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-1282356520246592913?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/1282356520246592913/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=1282356520246592913&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/1282356520246592913?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/1282356520246592913?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/02/hepatitis-b-virus-screening-or-rather.html" title="Hepatitis B virus screening, or rather, an AIDS test." /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaZMyUraffI/AAAAAAAAASs/KebLJSydIJQ/s72-c/syringe.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAFRnk4fyp7ImA9WxVWFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-7891453554468298021</id><published>2009-02-25T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:11:57.737+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-25T18:11:57.737+08:00</app:edited><title>嘴巴</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;当我把自己的嘴巴封了起来, 失去了骂架的力气, 生气的模样, 周遭也安静了下来. 话少了, 耳朵变得越来越灵敏, 默默地听着身边所有的话语, 我细细地分析任何的波动, 寻找着自己的定位, 你的眼里, 你的心里, 自己的踪影.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天本来打算告诉某人一些事情, 不过又怕他说错话, 万一传到某某人的耳边就尴尬了. 不过最终我还是说了, 虽然没有一五一十, 是个少了人事物的故事, 不过这件事的梗概能说的都说了. 其实我相信我的观察是对的, 虽然有种隔纱观物的感觉, 不过, 直觉告诉了我, 这是一个迟来的问候. 不晓得为什么到了今时今日我才感觉到. 不过我已经清楚知道, 我失去了之前那份激情, 结了冰的湖水, 再也激不起涟漪; 心冻结成了霜, 原来月会圆, 人会变. 可能真的绝望了, 现在就连静静地看着, 也觉得费力.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实我知道我还没有真正的放下, 心底深处仍有一股热流, 垂死挣扎着. 不过我会理性一点, 耐着性子, 相信“适应”, 指日可待.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;经过今天, 相信是时候把眼睛睁大一些, 毕竟勉强不会有幸福, 开始“结束”是犯贱.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又或许, 我想得太多了.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;qlek.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-7891453554468298021?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/7891453554468298021/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=7891453554468298021&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/7891453554468298021?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/7891453554468298021?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_25.html" title="嘴巴" /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8MRX44eyp7ImA9WxVWE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-8993959859650297802</id><published>2009-02-23T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:41:24.033+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-23T15:41:24.033+08:00</app:edited><title>对不起, 行个礼</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;嘉茹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对不起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘻&lt;br /&gt;笑一个 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢my, 纯粹, emun的礼物&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感恩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;懦弱的东西&lt;br /&gt;为什么不可以有一点自己的想法&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么都随便&lt;br /&gt;人家说1你就1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算是站在朋友的立场来看&lt;br /&gt;你也很说不过去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不懂&lt;br /&gt;越来越看不起你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不下去了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉.. 算&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;向左走向右走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;qlek.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-8993959859650297802?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/8993959859650297802/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=8993959859650297802&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/8993959859650297802?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/8993959859650297802?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_23.html" title="对不起, 行个礼" /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcNRXg-eip7ImA9WxVWEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-3475955860497212297</id><published>2009-02-21T22:50:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:34:54.652+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-22T00:34:54.652+08:00</app:edited><title>批萨生日会, Pizza Hut猪侍应们不可理喻的服务态度</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;今天生日, 去了Pizza Hut吃晚餐, 谢谢所有来的人, 那么有心. 尤其俊杰, 还特地骑车来. 这不是什么大型的聚会, 希望没有闷到你, 谢了. 还有黑猫, 还陪我走到Pizza Hut, 后面发生的事情你还出动了家人来帮我, 真可爱, 也谢了. (欲知详情, 续读)慧婷, 谢谢你来哦, 还有Kalok, 不好意思, 钱包没钱了, 所以没什么预算, 希望你们不会嫌弃这么个寒酸的派对. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaAgXSU9zQI/AAAAAAAAARg/sxq7UUj9in4/s1600-h/A+pizza+hut+(10)i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaAgXSU9zQI/AAAAAAAAARg/sxq7UUj9in4/s320/A+pizza+hut+(10)i.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305275945471298818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaAgXAVsl1I/AAAAAAAAARY/jCnHjIFaJJ0/s1600-h/A+pizza+hut+(7)i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaAgXAVsl1I/AAAAAAAAARY/jCnHjIFaJJ0/s320/A+pizza+hut+(7)i.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305275940642527058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaAbeyMkl8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/VcKZ6kLSVnA/s1600-h/A+pizza+hut+(8)i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaAbeyMkl8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/VcKZ6kLSVnA/s320/A+pizza+hut+(8)i.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305270576726972354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;点了两个Pizza, 一个Stuff Crushed Hawaii Chicken, 一个 Supreme Crunchy Crust, 大家都不鼓励我点Crunchy Crust, 说不好吃, 可是我比较喜欢薄片的批萨, 结果也不错, Stuffed Crushed 我没吃, 应该还不错吧? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaAbe68xB6I/AAAAAAAAARI/PTEtuMRLhGI/s1600-h/A+pizza+hut+(6)i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaAbe68xB6I/AAAAAAAAARI/PTEtuMRLhGI/s320/A+pizza+hut+(6)i.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305270579076597666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我拼命的拿, 吓到了他们, 哎哟, 怕什么呢, 5.50啊, 当然是多好过少. 有一家人看见了还吓了一跳, 有点不悦的问我们怎么拿那么多, 那么高. 结果他们还不是一样, 只是拿得比我们更高. 更厉害的是, 我们吃不完, 而他们却吃完了. 胃口真大.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除了以上的, 还点了Chicken Wings, Mushroom Soup, Bread Sticks, 还有 Pepsi. 只要你点Combo Meal, Pepsi是无限供应的.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;话说生日当天到Pizza Hut点Combo Meal, 免费送一个Birthday Pizza. 所以我也提醒了侍应今天我生日, 还拿了身份证给他看. 可是等了很久都还没到, 所以提醒了另一个侍应, 直到食物快吃完了, 俊杰也回了, 仍然连影子也没看见. 总共提醒了3次, 我还亲自到柜台那边询问. 真的, 真的很讨厌太平这种小地方, 服务态度真的很糟糕, 太糟糕了, 到了不可理喻的地步. 唉... 很怀念当初到KL三天两夜游, 去了The Garden GSC Signature, 服务态度棒到吓着了我, 就连Puduraya车站附近的Nandos 也同样的好, 侍应很热情, 还记得我们异口同声认同他对自己的工作充满热忱吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  之后我还叫嘉茹帮我问, 他们竟然回答他 “I rasa tak ada la, mereka dalam tu sangat busy ”. 唉, 其实今天心情不好, 也不太在意那什么Birthday Pizza了, 不过嘉茹还是不停的到柜台前面问了又问, 那些猪又不理他, 那些母猪还把头塞进连接厨房和柜台的洞口忙着跟里面的厨师调情, 为什么我知道? 它们的脚越开越大, 头塞得几乎看不见了, 不是发情是什么呢? 无奈. 我没有大发雷霆很不寻常是吗? 我自己也吓到, 换着是前几年的我, 早已经把他们的Salad Bar弄翻了, 肯定大喊大叫, 不知道, 心情不好吧. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  之后还劳动到嘉茹的妈妈出面, 不过同样是不停地上前催, 还说想见他们的Supervisor, 他们才说10分钟弄好, 结果等了至少20分钟, 加上不停的催促, 更要嘉茹妈妈自己上前拿才拿到. 真是几经波折, 很不好意思哦. 麻烦到你们.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaAib537ehI/AAAAAAAAARo/dCKHo617g6Q/s1600-h/A+pizza+hut+(12)i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaAib537ehI/AAAAAAAAARo/dCKHo617g6Q/s320/A+pizza+hut+(12)i.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305278223829662226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;甜甜的, 还有一瓢的冰淇淋. 是个很不错的甜品. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Hut的食物虽然不好, 但不至于差. 但我对于这种小地方, 猪族们的服务态度感到很无奈. 真的, 我从来不歧视猪族们, 尽管身边的人多讨厌他们, 我都会说不可以一概而论, 可是过了今天, 没错, 同样地还是不可一概而论, 但是, 我坚信走在路上的猪, 都很糟糕. 糟糕到我想哭, 为什么? 为什么会看到这种不可理喻的东西? 很无奈, 我的脑都不知道该怎么反应, 太... 唉.. 不可理喻. 已经远远超离我对人性的标准太多了, 为什么他们会这样的? 你们明白吗? 我真的不知该怎么说, 我不知该用什么形容词形容他们. 太.. 真的, 不可理喻. 难怪马来西亚会这样, 唉, 还好之前有过百年难得一见的聪明猪统治, 不然, 真的不堪入目. 真的, 太不可理喻了, 它们的所作所为已经远远低于一个人类应有的模样. 唉, 够了, 以后还是少接触他们为妙.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还钱的时候, 看见了Suggestion Box, 拿了一张, 准备写些良心建议, 当着发泄也好.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaAbejlsn_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gO53Nk6qk5U/s1600-h/A+pizza+hut+(11)i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaAbejlsn_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gO53Nk6qk5U/s320/A+pizza+hut+(11)i.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305270572805824498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;内容:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in the gang of those shitty shits? If you are, don't bother to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby demand your utmost attention regarding the mediocre attitude your workers possess. Firstly, I deserve a birthday pizza as today is my birthday. But it never come to my table at all. AT ALL, shall I emphasize! It was frustrating to keep on reminding your reluctant workers over and over again, at least 4 times. And still it's not in sight. I'm totally pissed and upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, the food are served very slowly. Overall, the food is good but the dining experience is utterly HEDIOUS! Sorry but fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food left asked to wrap will never come unless I go front personally and collect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;写完的时候我后悔了. 我竟然用人类的文明和猪沟通. 只希望读的人最低限度会明白, 然后做出一些东西. 我没有指名道姓, 只在“Server's Name” 一栏写了 “ Does it matter? Aren't they all equally shitty? ” 这样做才不会有人被开刀, 只希望那位有权力会好好训练他的下属, 他们笨, 他们没智慧, 不是他们的错. 只不过因为他们连最低限度的教育也没机会学习, 只要好好教育他们, 勉强还是可以的. 至少懂得什么是责任, 呃... 应该可以把吧, 我相信他们还不至于学不会.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘉茹还提到之前我投诉Old Town的食物难吃, 写得它们一文不值. 我想起了自己还指名道姓投诉过KFC的某个员工欺负我弟弟, 不理会他的要求, 搞到从此之后她就不曾出现于KFC了. 不懂, 说不定升职了, 说不定...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈... 是这样的啦. 知识分子都是很自我的, 就连你自己也认同不是吗. 我真是个澳客, 千万不要给我有钱, 不然我每一次在这种地方用餐后, 隔天就会出现在法庭, 申诉某某餐厅的不是. 告到自己上社会报章的头条. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaAbeUR76LI/AAAAAAAAAQw/T0OhTJJT-Ak/s1600-h/A+Pizza+Hut+(13)i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaAbeUR76LI/AAAAAAAAAQw/T0OhTJJT-Ak/s320/A+Pizza+Hut+(13)i.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305270568696408242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“世纪大澳客”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S 今天家里没车用, 我只好骑车外出. 妈妈看似很担心, 一直叫我小心, 吩咐我记得慢慢骑, 尽量向路的内侧骑, 我退车的时候他还丢了一片“抹”草到摩托车的篮子里. 那草通常用来避邪和报平安的, 真可爱...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知道他最近烦着一些事情. 其实我也有一点担心...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝你好运了. 毕竟他对你是最重要的&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-3475955860497212297?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/3475955860497212297/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=3475955860497212297&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/3475955860497212297?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/3475955860497212297?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/02/pizza-hut.html" title="批萨生日会, Pizza Hut猪侍应们不可理喻的服务态度" /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SaAgXSU9zQI/AAAAAAAAARg/sxq7UUj9in4/s72-c/A+pizza+hut+(10)i.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4HRX44cSp7ImA9WxVWEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-7723549141259208284</id><published>2009-02-20T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:48:54.039+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-20T23:48:54.039+08:00</app:edited><title>停止花痴症, 开怀地笑</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;花痴症,&lt;br /&gt;这个年龄的必经之路,&lt;br /&gt;羡慕那些幸免的人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;庆幸还有一个人陪我开怀大笑&lt;br /&gt;陪我说些我想听的话 明白我所说的话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然你不会过马路&lt;br /&gt;虽然你很贱地利用爱你的人&lt;br /&gt;虽然你每次出尔反尔 cookie不见所踪&lt;br /&gt;哈哈&lt;br /&gt;不过跟你谈天说地真的很开心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要不要领养我? 哈哈...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-7723549141259208284?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/7723549141259208284/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=7723549141259208284&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/7723549141259208284?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/7723549141259208284?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_8278.html" title="停止花痴症, 开怀地笑" /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcAQHw6eyp7ImA9WxVWGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-9123696333290645520</id><published>2009-02-20T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:27:21.213+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-28T15:27:21.213+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weird thoughts" /><title>钱财与品德的抉择</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;总可以听到大家讨论如果自己的情人与妈妈同时掉进大海里, 很幸运呆在岸边看着他们喊救命的我们会先救谁呢? 只可以二选一, 救了其中一个, 另一个就会被溺死. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同样地, 钱财与品德之间, 你会选择哪一个呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实不需要烦恼, 两样都很重要. 这种问题的重点根本不在于答案. 提问者只不过想透过这种问题了解回答者的思想, 而非真的要你选择失去其中之一, 搞到自己不平衡. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选择钱财的话, &lt;br /&gt;证明是个相当成熟的人, 了解钱财的重要性, 是个不可或缺的生活元素.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选择钱财的话, &lt;br /&gt;或许你是一个家境中上, 爱花钱的人, 知道消费的乐趣, 懂得物质的享受.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选择钱财的话, &lt;br /&gt;可能你是一个家境马马虎虎, 渴望成为被物质包围的人, 明白钱财是一切一切的根源, 没有了钱, 什么都假. 你也是一个不认同 “钱财不是万能”的人, 同时听见 “没钱万万不能”会不停点头的人. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选择钱财的话,&lt;br /&gt;我们应该很聊得来...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另一方面,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选择品德的话,&lt;br /&gt;可能你是个受到极良好呵护的人, 有人愿意为你打点一切, 使你生活上的烦恼不来自于柴米油盐.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选择品德的话,&lt;br /&gt;你绝对来自富裕的家庭, 等待继承双手数也数不完的房产; 含着金锁匙呱呱坠地, 财富对你而言是一种理所当然, 菲佣本来就应该成为家里的一员; 同时, 你也会费解为什么有些人连钱包都没有. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选择品德的话,&lt;br /&gt;你曾经是个富有的人, 但好景不常, 某些原因致家道中落; 曾经沉溺在大把大把钞票握于手中的你, 失去了它们之后, 顿悟原来金钱已不再重要. 或许是看透了, 或许想要自我安慰, 无论任何原因, 你努力追求心灵上的富裕, 其实是一种迷恋钱财财富的方法. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选择品德的话,&lt;br /&gt;5年前我们绝对会是好朋友.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎么样, 你认同吗? 我选择了前者, 而你选了后者. &lt;br /&gt;彼此的理念, 想法, 言行总是&lt;br /&gt;天与地. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;地平线看似纤细,&lt;br /&gt;没错, &lt;br /&gt;因为真正隔着天与地的是浩瀚的大海,&lt;br /&gt;波涛汹涌的大海,&lt;br /&gt;一个铁达尼号沉陷的地方,&lt;br /&gt;一个不属于人类的地方,&lt;br /&gt;一个我不应该忽视的地方&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过有得选&lt;br /&gt;我会成为蔚蓝的蓝天&lt;br /&gt;滋润大地的雨水&lt;br /&gt;永不缺席的太阳&lt;br /&gt;无怨无悔地孕育每一个生命&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-9123696333290645520?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/9123696333290645520/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=9123696333290645520&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/9123696333290645520?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/9123696333290645520?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_20.html" title="钱财与品德的抉择" /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkENSX0-eyp7ImA9WxVWEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-9211851226536781684</id><published>2009-02-19T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:18:18.353+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-19T18:18:18.353+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Worth a laugh" /><title>[The Mom Song], Description: Anything beyond FREAKING FUNNY!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESe-AysF9mw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESe-AysF9mw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool, LOLed big time. The lyrics is certainly blowing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up now &lt;br /&gt;Get up now &lt;br /&gt;Get up out of bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your face&lt;br /&gt;Brush your teeth&lt;br /&gt;Comb your sleepy head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till you have a couple little children &lt;br /&gt;of your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll thank me&lt;br /&gt;for the counsel &lt;br /&gt;I gave you&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;WILLINGLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now&lt;br /&gt;I'll thank you&lt;br /&gt;Not to roll &lt;br /&gt;your eyes at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy laughing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-9211851226536781684?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" 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xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAHRXgzeyp7ImA9WxVWEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-8188144161931110269</id><published>2009-02-19T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:08:54.683+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-19T14:08:54.683+08:00</app:edited><title>生日</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;不对不对..&lt;br /&gt;生日其实还没过&lt;br /&gt;之前是农历生日 只有像我妈妈那一代的老人才会注意的农历生日&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17岁了&lt;br /&gt;哇.. 老了噢&lt;br /&gt;怎样办好 还是降小一个&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本来没打算怎么特别的过&lt;br /&gt;不过既然梁提议到&lt;br /&gt;好吧...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;点到名的要到噢&lt;br /&gt;一定要..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dreamcraftdesigns.co.uk/Guitar%20card3%20outside.jpg-for-web-normal.jpg" alt="birthday" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-8188144161931110269?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/8188144161931110269/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=8188144161931110269&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/8188144161931110269?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/8188144161931110269?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_19.html" title="生日" /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHSXk6fip7ImA9WxVXGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-3209761765358683689</id><published>2009-02-18T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:53:58.716+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-18T19:53:58.716+08:00</app:edited><title>喵..</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;唉&lt;br /&gt;黑猫在对面街&lt;br /&gt;整个人emo掉&lt;br /&gt;想8的时候头不知道该转到哪里好&lt;br /&gt;倒数中&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-3209761765358683689?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/3209761765358683689/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=3209761765358683689&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/3209761765358683689?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/3209761765358683689?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_18.html" title="喵.." /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry 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/&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天那篇&lt;a href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_16.html"&gt;日志&lt;/a&gt;引起了些回响, 最后一句尤其议论纷纷. 毕竟我们不是情侣, 我明白为什么你们会奇怪. 爱, 不知道该说些什么, 友谊也是种爱. 以前的我还傻傻以为爱上一个人真的是因为其心地善良, 孝顺,..... 是吗? 全都是废话, 事实根本并非如此, 完全不由得我来做任何选择, 任何改变, 毫无没有逃脱的空间, 奢望的权力. &lt;br /&gt;还有, 当事人特别强调了里头的另一句话, 说我是因为某人而有了错觉. 其实并不然, 跟任何人无关. 如果这么简单, 我应该就没那么烦了. 有时候真的觉得太多事情自己没办法掌控, 好像离水的鱼, 呆在砧板上, 能做什么呢? 就连被煎炸, 还是爆炒, 都不得而知.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-3072474255046981694?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/3072474255046981694/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=3072474255046981694&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/3072474255046981694?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/3072474255046981694?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_17.html" title="拒绝" /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IDR3syfSp7ImA9WxVXF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425255090690108096.post-5309552928007266530</id><published>2009-02-16T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:39:36.595+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-16T21:39:36.595+08:00</app:edited><title>一个从不缺席的人</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;我还记得去年生日的时候收到了一份生日礼物, 唯一的一份生日礼物, 犹记那份礼物不是你亲手交给我, 而是放在座位的抽屉里, 大大的一份礼物, 压着装有贺卡的信封, 上面还有你大大的字. 真感谢你记得我的生日, 我记得去年我是因为收到了你那份礼物, 才礼尚往来送回你一份迟来的生日礼物. 惭愧.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天, 不是我的生日, 可是同样的场景, 同样的时间点, 我看见了同样的那份心意, 唯一不同的是, 今年我看不到前面的你......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放下一切功夫, 我打开了那张贺卡, 同样地, 满满的字, 不禁会心一笑. 我用心地读着, 那一刻的空气是凝结静止的, 只有秒针滴滴答答地转动声. 三, 三个祝福, 谢谢你, 现在的我只想要第二份祝福, 承蒙你的贵言. 至于仙人掌, … …, 哈哈, 我找找, 还在的... 还在的.... 嘿嘿.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SZlr1LwCi2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ABgoWyh2_S0/s1600-h/S5021582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SZlr1LwCi2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ABgoWyh2_S0/s320/S5021582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303388597636991842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你曾经问过我你有什么不好, 为什么我们不是一对, 是你做错了吗?&lt;br /&gt;信里的话我不重复了, 你看回就会明白.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还记得那天你来我家捞生, 不知道为什么, 突然心里一阵酸楚, 那时我竟然希望你会是我的情人. 当然, 就如你所说, 现在的我们已经升华了, 我们的感情已不再那么儿戏. 或许我们无法触电是我没有福气, 你知道吗, 曾经不爱家庭, 孩子的我, 其实渐渐地有了憧憬, 希望哪天我也可以做个爸爸. 不过我知道很多事情由不得我来决定, 尤其爱情这一块.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;换个角度来想, 或许老天知道男人的贱, 用下半身思考的低劣, 所以我们不是一对, 或许我们的交流没有情侣的缠绵, 也摩擦不出什么火花, 可是我们的感情维持到了今天, 仍然屹立. 试想想, 如果我们成为了情侣, 今天的我们还会有眼神上的交流吗? 我很了解我自己, 是不会有的. 乐观一点, 其实这是一种福分, 老天的一种眷顾. 我应该好好珍惜. 细水长流的感情才经得起时间的考验.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SZlr1HoRGjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WWAZ-LRFchg/s1600-h/S5021583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KYYoP6JXw/SZlr1HoRGjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WWAZ-LRFchg/s320/S5021583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303388596530649650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你的礼物, 不用担心, 我其实很好. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(都那么老了, 什么风雨没见过, 还想不透吗? 嘿)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢咯, 友谊万岁, 我爱你.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-5309552928007266530?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/5309552928007266530/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=5309552928007266530&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/5309552928007266530?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-15T13:10:54.238+08:00</app:edited><title>Malaysia's drains have got RM200millions.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;RTM spent more than RM200 million annually for local content.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FUCKING GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I think the rakyat deserve a full explanation on what the programming intentions are since it is their money that RTM is spending.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahai.. It's the rakyat's money man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T__________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=”http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Sunday/Columns/2479235/Article/index_html” alt=”new straits times”&gt;http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Sunday/Columns/2479235/Article/index_html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425255090690108096-848127084125511518?l=qlek.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/feeds/848127084125511518/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425255090690108096&amp;postID=848127084125511518&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/848127084125511518?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425255090690108096/posts/default/848127084125511518?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://qlek.blogspot.com/2009/02/malaysias-drains-have-got-rm200millions.html" title="Malaysia's drains have got RM200millions." /><author><name>C.H Lek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844050357813019638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00203758242321330756" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
