<?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-5831378697004139262</id><updated>2012-01-21T00:28:22.899-08:00</updated><category term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>USA TRIP!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-8229446906308709600</id><published>2012-01-21T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T00:27:52.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm... no!</title><content type='html'>Life's like this. Thing is, there will be people you meet, you want to bring them to your future but there are those of them that you know will never make it as far as you'd like them to go with you--or can they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure why I started off with that, perhaps I will complete that in tumblr. So anyways, it's been 2 years since I've been in New York again. This time, I might've overstayed my welcome. I love the people I've come to know better here. This trip is an eye opener to many different things: things I take for granted--and not proudly, I still do; getting to know people around me even better; seeing the other side of MANY coins. I'm sure there's a whole list that even includes sight seeing. To elaborate, the view I miss most or shall I say will miss most, will have to be that view from the 86th floor of the Empire State Building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had loads of fun over the past few weeks. I've been around new friends (new in the context of my dictionary) in the sense that I've gotten to know the people around me even better. I've gotten to see some parts of the world that I find really disturbing (not the gay couple kissing outside the subway, I honestly think that was alright). Of which I find disturbing is: how can a person be so nice only as a friend and nothing more? Wouldn't this lead to many wrong impressions? Well, "those are some friends you've got there" says the person who's been awfully nice and fun to be around over the past weeks. I'm troubled by many things ahead of me, but I believe I will find strength to overcome these problems in the roads ahead. I just hope this strength will carry me demolish whatever bad habits that lies within me, namely the 'nature' of procrastination and arrogance, that might make an appearance over the next few months. I would like to learn how to persevere. Perhaps it is time to find 'professional' help. I know what I should be doing but I do not feel motivated to do what I am supposed to do. Zig Ziglar once said "motivation follows action" perhaps here is the key to getting me to start working for the betterment of my life: by first seeking help from without. But this isn't really the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see what I've done for the past few weeks: I've played basketball in the park around Coco Malaysian Cuisine and pwned the peoples here, I've had a reunion with a senior from my high school, I've seen movies "Alvin and the Chipmunk 2", "Sherlock Holmes 2". I'll say, the chipmunks were just full of CGI crap and Holmes was brilliant--the way the movie was scripted for Holmes to survive the drop was predictable but brilliant nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the best part of this trip would be to be able to enjoy the joyous festive Christmas. I am very grateful to have been able to celebrate Christmas with the people I love this year and the best part, I got to give and I got gifts in return too! I really love this holiday, it's all about giving and giving is my middle name! For now at least--it's going to be "cheapo" really soon. Here's a list of things that I gave away this Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. iPod Nano 8GB&lt;br /&gt;2. Munitio Billets MW3 9mm Earphones&lt;br /&gt;3. Versace perfume&lt;br /&gt;4. Need for Speed The Run&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;Dead Island 2&lt;br /&gt;6. PlayStation 3 Controller&lt;br /&gt;7. Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson&lt;br /&gt;8. Kate Spade designer iPhone 4/4S phone case&lt;br /&gt;9. Taylor Swift Album&lt;br /&gt;10. Teddy Bear&lt;br /&gt;11. Reindeer&lt;br /&gt;12. Pull up bar&lt;br /&gt;13. Starbucks bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for myself: A Nook Tablet and an iPhone 4S green bumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an endless list of things that I've gotten for myself but ultimately, I got myself into trouble too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself: What have I learnt from this trip?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Pretty much everything and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;1. Everything: to be grateful for everything that I have right now and the environment I got to grow up in.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nothing: I didn't get to read any of the books I claimed I will read, even my math textbook, it's just a blob of junk that I haven't touched in weeks, I have no idea how am I going to get through with Calc II this coming semester.&lt;br /&gt;1. Everything: Perhaps I've found what I would like to be dealing with in the future, to be a Software Engineer, to engage in Software and sell them and become filthy rich if I can. I hear this so often: do what you are passionate about, not do something that has job security etc. To be honest, at this point in time, I'm more interested in securing a secure pay check that to do something that I'm insanely passionate about. Perhaps it's the financial burden and the peer pressure from the expectations of family members that have driven me blind from the things I love, to try new things, to be fearless of failure. I really hope that I may go out and do things and fail miserably and find out what do I love most; what is it that I would like to do that I won't mind failing again and again. I just want to do something where I can be myself, be my very best, give it all my heart. I have yet to found this yet and perhaps, I will remain blindfolded for a couple more years. Sure, I'm ahead of the game in getting a Bachelor's Degree right now, but it seems, when I take a closer look, I am 4-5 years behind of all my other friend's who's already figured out what they really love and they've already started doing those things. To be fair, by the time I get the degree to what I love to do, I might already have been 10 years later than my competition. Would this Bachelor's Degree be worth that 10 years that I am bound to lose? Will I live a life I truly love living or will I be living in fear 10 years from now, fear of losing a job, fear of not being able to feed my kids and send them through college? Perhaps the promise right now is for me NOT to have kids until I've had the love of my life figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my revelation. It makes sense to me, I hope it makes sense to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was here to do some soul searching, apparently, I failed in many of the goals of this trip. To live a quiet life was the main purpose of this trip: to visit Universities, to find myself--what I want to do for the rest of my life, to spend more time with Aunt Kitty. Sadly enough, I have failed in all those respects. In 3 1/2 hrs, I will be taking off to Milwaukee and then &amp;nbsp;to San Francisco. It breaks my heart to know that I will be in a whole new environment again, having to start from scratch almost all over again. There's no past to cling onto. Sure I've made friends in the past semester, but look at it this way: they'll have other friends that they've met in the past semester and are going to spend this semester together again. If you take a closer look, these are the people who are really going to be really close to one another at the end of the day. Not the guy who "used to be a friend and now is separated from me". There's no real friendship there. I tried looking for people whom I've known in the past semester with hopes that they would spend this semester with me again and I truly regret saying this, but there's only 1 of them. In fact, I don't think this friend is quite so serious about her studies as I should have to(in context of my fears).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's the perfect imperfect way to end my writing. It's not the best way to start a new year--without a resolution and with no end to faithless wandering in sight, this must be the worst way I've ever had to start a new year. But I digress, I believe things will be better for me when I get back, I will get help so that I can get what I need for the future that I need. There's a whole lot of dirt to be cleared up in the journey ahead, but as Andrew Carnegie once said about his millionaires, "You go into the mine expecting to find a lot of dirt, but you don't go in looking for the dirt, you go in looking for the gold!" and to conclude it, I should keep my eyes open for the gold as I traverse along this rocky path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P.S. Oh and Christina, get into Columbia, I'll work my ass into Berkeley! 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Boarding the JFK-(Soon)</title><content type='html'>---0141 HOUR---&lt;br /&gt;---Jan 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, 2009...---&lt;br /&gt;--- 4 hours and 19 minutes before boarding flight... ---&lt;br /&gt;---Location : JFK Airport... ---&lt;br /&gt;---Current Point : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Elmhurst&lt;/span&gt;, Queens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boro&lt;/span&gt;, NY... ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the trip ends and this is my last page Straight from New York City. The feeling is of course, unbearable as all that is around me was yet to be much or best appreciated. I haven't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;giveth&lt;/span&gt; them all that I have to love those that I should and do, and now, I regret not inviting my aunt to come around for our "last supper".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 29 days has been one of the few most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt;, joyous, and tearful moments of my life. I doubt the next 4 hours would be easy for me to face. I stared awhile in my cousin's bedroom and then patted his head as he slept on the double-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;decker&lt;/span&gt; bed. He snored, and I lightened my touch. Hopefully, he will be guarded by angels from the heaven of whoever the god's should be. I promised myself I would pray every night for their good health and happiness. Not to forget my ownself, my family and the people I should meet as time would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light came into sight as I opened the door to the living room and to see everybody was busy sending mails to inform friends, and some family members near and far to tell that we would be coming back soon. My sister, on the other hand, tried all her best to finish watching her favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;.com . I could see how desperate she was because the connection back in Malaysia, is, well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; and terrible. No American would wanna go to such a miserable place to surf the net. But of course, the sights there are very beautiful to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my cousins had gone home after watching the thrilling movie of Godzilla. Unfortunately the godly Godzilla was killed at the end of the movie. We were all supposed to be playing poker at one moment and nobody did really care about the movie at the start. But as Godzilla appeared and Uncle Steve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;loudened&lt;/span&gt; the Bose Surround Speakers, everybody got attracted to it. There was a few other far related cousins that came by tonight and they were Tiffany and Eric. They were both really good at Cod even though they were first timers, but Eric was the better player, he was only 11 but he pawned my ass off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lawl&lt;/span&gt;, Tiffany although a good shooter, was not as good as Eric, but! Was cute. ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sry&lt;/span&gt; yeah! :) ) and she was very attractive. So then, before they all went back, I got a chance to catch their aim addresses- which I now have an Aim address thanks to them(cryxpride@aim.com).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was really chilly. How I wish I had Tiffany to come and hug me and give me warmth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; well, that's what some people do when they get cold so I don't think it's too bad an idea. The wind blew cooler every moment and I thought this cold wind, would be the last and most precious breeze I had felt in 15 years of my whole life. This breeze, is the last I would get to feel until the 2-3 years to come. Then when I arrive again, I'm sure to make my aunt proud of me. Hopefully, a streak of 13A1's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many adventures &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; during the day as I was shopping(again). This time, it was for the sake of sweets that I was going to smuggle back into Malaysia. One of my 'experienced' aunt taught us how to get pass the custom without being taxed. All we could do, was take her advice. At least, for now. After the little 'sweet' shopping at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BJ's&lt;/span&gt;(name of the hypermarket), we went back to Queens and then headed over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;JCPenny&lt;/span&gt; and Macy's with my 2 aunties(my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; n d '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;exped&lt;/span&gt;' one) and mom. Mom wanted to buy a few pair of new heels and I so we bought 3 pairs of of Clark's heels. I picked them out for her and my aunt said that mommy had a really good son. Most sons don't bother about their mom's shoes, they care more about their games, which is really the opposite of the girl. So now, mom had a really good son who would hand pick her shoes out for her. I did, and I picked out only the bests. Then, we met up with my dad and he got new shoes too. I was kinda jealous I must say, as I didn't get to shop at all. FYI, I love shopping, for a some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to get home early so I could do dinner for everyone. But we didn't I couldn't. So we had pizza and the spaghetti that my aunt made(I was supposed to cook it) and had some take out foods for a change. After dinner, we all moved on to games, where I mentioned earlier. The PS3 however, had some saved file problems. Because we had to reformat the hard disk, the earlier saved files were gone. Reaching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Nache&lt;/span&gt; Der &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Untoten&lt;/span&gt; in haste would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;inevitably&lt;/span&gt; impossible. Fortunately, we made it and everyone could play it in the end of the day. It seems my cousin, Anthony's effort, didn't go into a complete waste. Even so, everybody was too busy watching Godzilla so I think it doesn't make much of a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, other than seeing this world as a much brighter place to be, New York has shown me the many possibilities we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; had but didn't have back in Malaysia, I really do hope the government would do something about this. I search through my mind again and again so that I wouldn't leave anything behind me and make a dreadful mess for them to clean in up. Now, in my sight, I see all my happiest memoirs flashing past me. The day on Christmas, where I had finally found home, New Year's eve, where I celebrated my unofficial PMR result( I will not disclose it until further information is acquirred), Niagara Falls, where I had my coldest times in life, day at Rockefeller,where my wildest dream of Toy's R Us and Big shiny christmas tree came true, My 3rd day at New York where I finally got to TASTE! a snow flake, many of my shopping moments with MVPs(My Very Professional shopping) aunties, photographic flashbacks, skiing momentos, and of course, today, the major adrenaline rush before I get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a beautiful place which revolves around you so fast and often that you don't see its beauty. The chirpping birds, singing larks as well as the flowing water and thunderous waterfalls. All of these nature's creatures, formed when the world was borned, can still be seen today. So see it while you can. Feel its beauty with your heart. Do not regret the time you have wasted as these wonderful things wither(thanks Avyanne) before your eyes. I don't wanna waste anymore time and so should you. This post has been ultimately long and hopefully if you reached the bottom, you might come back and read it again. I know I will so that I will never forget what my promises are and was. So that I can make a promise a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers will wither,&lt;br /&gt;Snow flakes shall gather,&lt;br /&gt;Time never bends,&lt;br /&gt;Love while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SYm1YhSg7pI/AAAAAAAAALA/59XQIDmYy4s/s1600-h/DSCN2948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SYm1YhSg7pI/AAAAAAAAALA/59XQIDmYy4s/s320/DSCN2948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298965869435612818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From right, Anthony, Eric and Me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think this picture was taken by either Chrissy, Kat or Ting xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SYm1YIQEQII/AAAAAAAAAK4/RMnKpLg317U/s1600-h/P1050005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SYm1YIQEQII/AAAAAAAAAK4/RMnKpLg317U/s320/P1050005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298965862714458242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Godzilla Time! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SYm1Xp4aG4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/05ub0QjtJU0/s1600-h/P1050008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SYm1Xp4aG4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/05ub0QjtJU0/s320/P1050008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298965854562163586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, me and Christina =D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's a genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SYm1Xc6lImI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ac41V9OnN5c/s1600-h/P1050013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SYm1Xc6lImI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ac41V9OnN5c/s320/P1050013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298965851081613922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Ting, apparently, Eric's hand was sticking into the picture. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice smile Ting! xD&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/5831378697004139262-1326645158726380812?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/1326645158726380812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=1326645158726380812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/1326645158726380812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/1326645158726380812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-day-boarding-jfk-soon.html' title='Last day. Boarding the JFK-(Soon)'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SYm1YhSg7pI/AAAAAAAAALA/59XQIDmYy4s/s72-c/DSCN2948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-7353463558307582159</id><published>2008-12-31T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:00:18.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve, in colaboration with New Year.</title><content type='html'>Unlike the other ones I had back in Malaysia, this, New Year's Eve celebration of course was a killer. My friends back there had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;theirs&lt;/span&gt; celebrated 13hours ago. This of course, I have to wish every being out there Malaysian or non Malaysian, those that leave off the date line, Happy New Year. For this year, I hope all your resolutions and dreams come true. If they may not come true this year, then hopefully they do later on. For me, this has got to be the bigger blast of my life. Knowing I didn't really did well in my big exam made me truly sad. I barely qualified to go into the class I hoped for so this year, I have to work harder and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lay ed&lt;/span&gt; out my plans early in 2k8. I saw how the all my aunt and uncle looked up to me as I was the one to be the role, example, of my cousins. I am the eldest in this family as I had mentioned before, and I really didn't want to let anyone down, especially my beloved aunt Kitty :) I told myself I would go out and find a part time job and save up enough money in hopes to come back by the end of next year. Also, I had to work my way up to find for new talents in me. I had plans on learning how to ice-skate, dance, programme, and of course, to improve my piano and learning skills. How I started to realize the importance of these happened in a blink. There wasn't a minute nor a second to think twice before I made my decision. I really need to let these things happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As the new year would start, I would go on proudly not as my old self but as a new me. One that knows how to discipline himself and keep his room tidy. Be in time and make sure to hand in all the projects. I have hopes to get in to the best class next year, but if it fails me, I'll just have to work harder in the class I was assigned to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For those of my friends out there that still thinks moving on to form 4 is easy, you guys should pray more. It's HARD. Nothing in life is ever easy. Even when you're a baby, you have to cry out loud for all that anyone would know just to get your diapers changed or some milk to keep you full. This decision made by me I definitely hope that it would stay that way and nothing that is said or done to me will sway me even a little from my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Fellow friends, just think of how much you can achieve if you really put some effort into it. I know I didn't pout mine into my results so I pretty much won't deserve the 6A's. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; thanks to the people who supported me, I made it. Hell I made it. So if any of you out there thinks that a bad class will ruin your future? Try to be an optimist and pick up some new skills from there. You might not know, maybe there's something in you waiting to be refined and shine out brightly. For all that I know, the possibilities of making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; possible, is more than a hundred percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep well tonight, and have a great day ahead of you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sayonara&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831378697004139262-7353463558307582159?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/7353463558307582159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=7353463558307582159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/7353463558307582159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/7353463558307582159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve-in-compilation-with-new.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve, in colaboration with New Year.'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-1144720577994079788</id><published>2008-12-30T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:45:05.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 2 days. Don't wanna screw it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsTdCyeC-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/3Wg79AwwVEE/s1600-h/DSCN2721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsTdCyeC-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/3Wg79AwwVEE/s320/DSCN2721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285839977335098338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsTdVShDdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kQpvhFdkQSA/s1600-h/DSCN2725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsTdVShDdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kQpvhFdkQSA/s320/DSCN2725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285839982301351378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsTc_nc0wI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Te6RSfvFxxE/s1600-h/P1030194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsTc_nc0wI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Te6RSfvFxxE/s320/P1030194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285839976483574530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsTcqL1c9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/8NkwF7ZP64Q/s1600-h/P1030190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsTcqL1c9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/8NkwF7ZP64Q/s320/P1030190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285839970730603474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsTcQqLuKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RPU_fumEFeg/s1600-h/P1030181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsTcQqLuKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RPU_fumEFeg/s320/P1030181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285839963878570146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsPVYpcMvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WFXlVhR2tEE/s1600-h/P1030176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsPVYpcMvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WFXlVhR2tEE/s320/P1030176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285835447717343986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsPUzvjOxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SnSLe6h8OUA/s1600-h/P1030152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsPUzvjOxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SnSLe6h8OUA/s320/P1030152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285835437810858770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsPUffH91I/AAAAAAAAAH8/1KkhcNpVJiA/s1600-h/P1030145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsPUffH91I/AAAAAAAAAH8/1KkhcNpVJiA/s320/P1030145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285835432373253970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsPUJb4_oI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IbyqAKJTQm8/s1600-h/P1030131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsPUJb4_oI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IbyqAKJTQm8/s320/P1030131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285835426454109826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsPT7vcocI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zuGkLA8Jnt4/s1600-h/P1030127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsPT7vcocI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zuGkLA8Jnt4/s320/P1030127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285835422778040770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel as if I'm missing this place already. Including my beloved aunt and uncle. Especially the highest ranked aunt in my family. The same applies to those of my cousins who have so much as to cheer me up during my downs and had accompanied me throughout my days here. Dawn Friday, I will board the airplane back to Malaysia. Hence I will pray for the goodwill of all my family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was another exciting day as usual. But I had a lot more fun. Maybe its just because its the sun. Or maybe not. We went over to Mt. Shawnee to do a little skiing. Apparently, that place would be located at Pennsylvania too. lol. Which is where the capital is. I don't know how I did it but I did. It was my first time but I got the hang of it as soon as I got on the ski. I knew how the braking works and I knew how to manouver. Amazing huh? Yeah, or so my uncle says. Shouldn't it be in the nature of a teenager to just pick up a pogo stick and learn how to pogo? :) Alright, after 3 rounds on the beginner's track, I decided to risk my life on to the killer track. At first I thought, I should go for the Freestyle track. But yet again, I was too scared. Hey, I didn't want to regret not going on but I still wanna stay alive aite? So, I took a lil' turn and went on to the Bennekill slope. Kill. How amusing, I thought it'd be easier. Lol, hell was I wrong, there were plenty of turns and everyone of them too steep. I was going down too fast and i fell of at least 4 times. I never thought even at the ending part I'd fall yet again. But well, I did. I never dare challenged it the 2nd time, so sigh, back to the beginner's track. My cousins were there so were my family. We had fun, though, my sister got a warning from the marshall cz swhe didn't know how to brake. Haha, very funny! He says it could endanger people's life. Another one of my cousin was hit my a snowboarder. It was hilarious yet serious, she got hit and her chin ended up on the snow. Lawl I thought. But really, if she breaks her jaw, the guy might have to face court. I think she's okay right now.. But I won't bet on that. Anyhow, after that we had a lil snack. It was chips and water before we got onto the car and went on to Mcdonald's. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, on my last ride, I took a little jump off the snow, I think it was 2inches, I dunno cz I dare not push myself further. Furthermore, the slope wasn't steep I wasn't going fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that would be the end for today. I havent been posting much these days but I will be spending New Year Eve at Times Square I hope.. Right now, I've kinda made up my mind to make next year a better year. I'm going to find part time job's and work my way up. Hopefully someday, when my savings are enough, or my grades are satisfying, I get to come back here, to this heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831378697004139262-1144720577994079788?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/1144720577994079788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=1144720577994079788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/1144720577994079788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/1144720577994079788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-2-days-dont-wanna-screw-it.html' title='Last 2 days. Don&apos;t wanna screw it.'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVsTdCyeC-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/3Wg79AwwVEE/s72-c/DSCN2721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-1164034643183263264</id><published>2008-12-24T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:32:28.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long post.</title><content type='html'>Well, the snowing isn't much of an interest now, whereas I really like the new game I bought on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;3.Ever heard of Call of Duty : World at War? Yeah, that's the one. I managed to pass through all the recruit levels, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Semper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt; on Veteran level and its really a must try game. For the past few days, I've been to a lot of places. Take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Woodbury&lt;/span&gt; for instance. The place is a Factory Outlet Store that consists of many named brands like the Armani Trios, Ellen Tracy. Geoffrey and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Beene&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nautica&lt;/span&gt;, Nike, Adidas, Polo Ralph Lauren, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lacoste&lt;/span&gt;. Don't expect me to name out all of the names &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cz&lt;/span&gt; its pretty much impossible. There's too many of them! Oh yeah, Disney has an outlet located there too. But because it's a Factory Outlet store, you can't expect them to have the latest model of shoes, shirts, dresses and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt; there(although Nike has a whole stack of brand new Jordan's there..). Anyhow, I got myself a few goodies like the replica Yao Ming olympic basketball jersey and a pair of Jordan pants. I don't see how this few things are important but I just wanna brag about it. So I didn't buy the pair of 120dollar Jordan's so what?! It's not like I really need it, I've already got my share. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since the first day over to Niagara falls, I haven't been posting much so I'll have to update a lil abt it. First of all, the first day wasn't all about Niagara falls. We headed over to Washington D.C. We visited many of the famous places like The Liberty hall and Liberty bell itself, The Capital of D.C., The White House, Washington, Lincoln and Jefferson's Monument. Ever since the happening of  911, place like White House and The Capital were restricted to 'see only no enter' regulations. Sad right? But I did get to take a few picture with the hot gals on the bus( and we even made friends!). Then, we went on to Best Western as mentioned earlier and forfth went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next morn, we departed at 0730 hours to Hershey's Chocolate Factory/Park, they demonstrated few of the popular moves of producing milk chocolate and from here, I learnt that the most important ingredient of milk choclate is MILK! Seems like Hershey really loves its cows huh... So after that, we went on to the bus again, and next stop would be the corningware glass museum in Crystal City. Over there, they have exhibits of very fine glass art. They have this piece of glass puzzle that was put together in the time of 4 years and in the end, it doesn't look anything like glass at all. And also, there was an exhibit where a crystal ship was on a glass table and the ship, it was so heavy that it made a crack on one of the four legs of the glass table. After being rebuilt, they installed a metal bar in it so that the legs would be able to hold the ship. Incredible right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, incredible. After that, we went on to go to Niagara Falls. Did you know it should be pronounced Nhye-ah-gah-rah no Nee-ah-Gah-Rah? And the meaning behind this name is actually thunder and rain. The clasping sound of the streaming water onto the end of the falls were so thunderous that the people who first found it, the Native American Indians, named it Niagara-Thunder and Rain. Many sane human had challenged the falls to gain fame and fortune but many of those, were said insane. Non of them in their right minds and all of them challenged the falls. There had been this one incident where a child and his mom fell off the falls with just their life jackets on and were miraculously safe and sound. His father, the one who was responsible for the happenings, however showed no living signs and hence, search and rescue was canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of Niagara Falls started with a myth, by this one young lady by the name of Lelawala. She was the most beautiful girl in her village and then was forced to marry the Chief of the village. Somehow, she could not love him and then she rejected him, and left the village to go out and live on her own. From here, she travelled to the boat keeping place on the Niagara River and headed onwards to the falls. It is said that she heard the spirits of the falls calling out to her which lured her over. The truth however, remains silent. As of today, if you take a good look at the mist created by the falls, you may be able to see her spirits, within the refraction on the mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, during the Night time Niagara was really cold, and since it was located so close to the Canadian Borders, the Canadian Government had a Custom Built right beside the falls, and because of that, we only got to visit one part of the Niagara Falls. The complete fall consists of twins. The American Falls, and Canadian Horseshoe Falls. The American falls plunges 110 feet(21-34 meters) onto the rocks at the base of the falls, whereas the Horseshoe falls, plunges a killer 170feet which would be 52metres tall! Just imagine what the boy went through. Scary huh? But fortunately, he plunged downwards on the American falls so it wasn't such a hard landing after all. :) Anyways, when the sun rose, we headed back once more to the Niagara Falls. This time, it was COOLER than last night. There was a snow storm brewing so we couldn't see anything. Everything was blur. Now, wouldn't you like to know how I got to know so much about the Niagara falls? It's because we got the chance to watch a movie about it during the morning. After that all we did was took a few more memorable shots and then got onto the bus to head back to Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time me and my family looked forward to go to the Niagara Falls, and after that, we simply switched our hopes to get back to Manhattan. This is because my dad would be coming ova to New York City on that night too. Uncle Steve had to pick 'em up so Uncle James, came to pick us up from Manhattan. After dinner, we headed straight back home and had some soup to drink with. The weather was really cold as it was 18'Fahrenheit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hope this post wasn't too long cz I have yet to upload the photos. But this post was just a brief info on what and where we had done and been. So if you wanna know more, you can always leave a comment I'm sure I'll check it soon enough. I have to go now. So take care you lots. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Encrypted Connection ended...&lt;br /&gt;----0431 hours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831378697004139262-1164034643183263264?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/1164034643183263264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=1164034643183263264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/1164034643183263264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/1164034643183263264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-post.html' title='A long post.'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-7852095618276380542</id><published>2008-12-18T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:25:20.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't think of any title, and didn't wanna leave it blank..</title><content type='html'>Yo, the other night was snowing too. Not as heavy but just as much. It's still beautiful and the snow piled up on the streets and cars till 1/2 an inch. It's pretty damn much if you ask me cz I've never seen any snow in my life before! Well, today's supposingly a Thursday but since it's after midnight, I think we'll just have to take it as a Friday. Later in the morning I will be headed for the tour company in Manhattan for a trip over to Niagara Falls. After Niagara, we'll probably go over to Washington D.C., The White House, IN Virginia... Sadly, tour management said we are not allowed to enter the premesis of TWH. So, I guess this means it's just me and the gate huh.. Or maybe electricity, if it IS electricuted, xD. So, since I'll be going o'er for just a short while, I won't be bringing the laptop. Well, this is it! Niagara, here I come~ Oh yeah, there's one more thing, I'll be taking the bus, for sight seeing purposes. xD BYE~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831378697004139262-7852095618276380542?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/7852095618276380542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=7852095618276380542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/7852095618276380542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/7852095618276380542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/yo-other-night-was-snowing-too.html' title='Can&apos;t think of any title, and didn&apos;t wanna leave it blank..'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-6018440571637389070</id><published>2008-12-16T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:47:23.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's snowing! WOW~!</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SUhwHwMuYpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PlSNFn0srdE/s1600-h/DSCN0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SUhwHwMuYpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PlSNFn0srdE/s320/DSCN0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280593841591575186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brother In snow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See? that's what all his fat's are for. But just a minute after that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SUhwHn1cW9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/53oiHmF2GgM/s1600-h/DSCN0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SUhwHn1cW9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/53oiHmF2GgM/s320/DSCN0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280593839346441170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me under the snow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whoo~! Nice. It's so cooling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SUhwHc_SOkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9pLLAIvngZc/s1600-h/DSCN0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SUhwHc_SOkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9pLLAIvngZc/s320/DSCN0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280593836434930242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 'drizzle'. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An entre with the small and top it with the big once. Sweet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SUhwG2YQ7ZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xZ7Py5khsl4/s1600-h/DSCN0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SUhwG2YQ7ZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xZ7Py5khsl4/s320/DSCN0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280593826070719890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See? a clump of snowflakes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not too bad huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SUhwF5WLHoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/e79vfMaP7G8/s1600-h/DSCN0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SUhwF5WLHoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/e79vfMaP7G8/s320/DSCN0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280593809687387778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again me in the snow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's so beautiful and wondrous. Sigh. Mother nature. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, back so soon you might say. But you know, when something magical happens, everyone would wanna brag about it. Just this afternoon, the skies turned darker as the cars were driven around the pathway. In a moment, the skies of New York miraculously started to snow. My uncle came about and called my name and told us happily that it was snowing. Seriously. Who wouldn't be happy if it snowed? Well, I don't know anyone who wouldn't be but feel free to tell me if you're sick of it and hate it. :) and then of course, I'll gladly kill you :D. anyways, I'll upload the pictures. We really enjoyed ourselves but of course, my brother was too damned busy playing my cousins PSP that he missed out all the fun. Well, almost. Haha.. Anyways, I got to take a few in the snow moments with mom and sister. So farewell. Friends. And of course, FIENDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831378697004139262-6018440571637389070?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/6018440571637389070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=6018440571637389070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/6018440571637389070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/6018440571637389070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-snowing-wow.html' title='It&apos;s snowing! WOW~!'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SUhwHwMuYpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PlSNFn0srdE/s72-c/DSCN0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-4843586687016787432</id><published>2008-12-15T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:38:50.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe. Boring I know.</title><content type='html'>So today, was another blast. Sure enough, the blast was great. Think about this, running up and down in the subway on one of the world's most complicated subway tree, and of course, the busiest. Another thing about today is that, we got to get on the Staten Island Ferry. It takes you from South Ferry to Staten Island, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boro&lt;/span&gt; south of New Jersey and next to Brooklyn. We got a chance to take a glimpse and a few memorable shots of The Statue of Liberty as the ferry ferried us across Hudson river. Also, we got a chance to look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;magnificat&lt;/span&gt; view of Manhattan. The high-rise buildings of Manhattan mesmerized me as I stared at it. It's beautiful. Really. Anyhow, today's wind was blowing really strong. So strong that it could have lift me up if I didn't stood stably. My uncle said that was because we were near to the port and I guess I pretty much agree with him. :) anyways, we had lunch at McDonald's today. The menu there was somewhat very different from what we have in Malaysia, and that doesn't really mean that the McD's here are better. Their nuggets are VERY roasted. As in, the way they made it, it's really unhealthy. Don't eat too much of McD when you get here. Trust me, if you have an option to choose Burger King, take Burger King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went on to Wall Street. I'm sure you all know, the NYSE is there, and for those of you that has NO IDEA, what NYSE means, here you go-New York Stock Exchange. There's a golden bull 'ramming' around the city. My uncle said the bull is a sign of good wealth to the country. As NYSE stood there(with it's shares falling apart), the security control is very strict. There were road equipments that  were capable of jacking in and out installed. This system was install after the 911 incident so that unwanted terrorists cannot get as near to NYSE as to perform an act of 'Kamikaze' as the japanese had used this method of bombing during WWII. Anyway, there was this amazing chapel that I visited. They had stories of how those people at the previous WTC were sacrificed. Although their lives weren't told in the story itself but I think it should be enough. Many of the most famous people were buried there. Most of them unheard in Malaysia, but they're quite popular here. Believe it or not, the first president of the United States had his own pew when he was there. Oh yes, I forgot to mention this. You all should've heard of the walk of stars on Hollywood Boulevard right? Well, right here at Wall street, they have their own' walk of stars' Many historical people have their names engraved right here on wall street. Beside NYSE, there was a building where George Washington stood. Take few time to walk around and you will find the site of the WTC crash site. They once had the sculpture that consists of those people that died there but now they've kinda moved it. I dunno why but it seems they are building a new building at the site. And after it's construction, I'm sure they would put it back again. Hopefully this time, with this time with some stories about their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the walk around Wall street, we went over to Brooklyn bridge. Know what? The bridge is more than 100 years old(1869-2009, btw the chapel is 232 years old :) ) it was reconstructed during 1954 after World War 2. I'm not too sure whether World War 2 did any damage to the bridge but I'm very sure, that the architects of the bridge, they were father and son, John A. Roebling and Washington A. Roebling(Bling bling! Haha.. They sure had a lot of blings eh?). About those people that reconstructed this bridge, I'm not really sure who they're but they sure are INFAMOUS! HA! WHAT ABOUT THAT? xD so.. we took a few pictures at the bridge and, oh! I even saw the Verizon Wireless building. It was fascinating. Really tall. I would say it is taller than the Telekom tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that walking, we headed for our last destination before going home(and dinner). We went to CHINATOWN! XD. Yeah, all the cheapest stuff you can get. And I do mean CHEAP, and from there, I got a handful of I&lt;3 NY shirts( for my fellow friends back at M'sia, and I mean you Jack :) but of course I kept the best for myself. :) ) after that, it was another tiring trip back to where we came from. We took the subway again of course, and this time the trip felt somewhat longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long after 6-8 stations, we finally arrived at our stop. When we went up the stairs, I could see the basketball I was playing at and Cocolim was at sight. We had dinner there of course, and it was good. I love it's Thai Tomyam Fried Rice. The taste is very unique and spiced up. The chicken was also very nice. Sadly, we were enjoying the food so much that I forgot to take pictures of it. After dinner, I got a chance to go over to the basketball court(again) and shoot some hoops. Today was much better  somehow, it was like I had the momentum in me. I took 3 3-pointer shots and I only missed one. WOW! But on the other hand, I missed all my lay-ups. zzz wth right? sigh. Anyways, it started raining and we took a walk back home. it was another 1/2 a mile walk but I think it pretty much turned out okay. Ah well, today's story ends here so have a great time y'all. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831378697004139262-4843586687016787432?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/4843586687016787432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=4843586687016787432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/4843586687016787432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/4843586687016787432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/hehe-boring-i-know.html' title='Hehe. Boring I know.'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-4727551027479984251</id><published>2008-12-14T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:35:20.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLACK!</title><content type='html'>I'll tell you what. I'm getting so bored and tired of updating , editting, and re-writing all my previous blogs. But that's what a blog's about right? Sigh... Bored sia(a Malaysian slang. it's actually meaning would be wasted. Or MORE PRECISELY, WASTED.) I think my friends back in Malaysia would be cursing and mocking me of my blog. But no matter. Cz I've seen it coming. haha. Lame. Aight. so today, I had a little fun. Just imagine taking a dip in the swimming pool with triangular briefs WHICH! in turn the pool is cold and so is the weather. Of course I don't think the pool would be as cold as the weather because the weather is around.... 70'Fahrenheit. Yep. And also, the pool is in an open space right by the highway. Oh yeah, I forgot. It's actually the Hotel's Private pool. Remember Comfort Inn in Orlando? Yeah, that's the place. Oh and, I kinda figured out what's that place called. It's called Lake Buena Vista. Nice name huh? It's located on Palm Parkways. So, after the dip, me and my family, we took this flight back to The Laguardia Domestic Airport.It's in Queens, no doubt, and the place is slightly bigger than Terminal 7. And you know what? their mag shops actually sells the Complete Hardcover Collection of Stephanie Meyer's Twilight Triglogy. It costs about $83 which is about RM300... Close but not exact. So, my uncle came to pick us up(and btw, his name is Steve. Cool huh? How come I never got one? Mommy!!!) right...... Childish. Perhaps that what all would agree on. So, he picked us up from the airport with his brand new 2008 Accord. It's a nice car. Really, better than those in Malaysia. And, practically when we got on the car, my little brother was babbling about how long we would arrive home so that he could play the computer and all that shite. Kid's.. You know how they're like, ANNOYING. But it's funny how I've always wanted to start a life with my own family and have kids. Hmm..... Skip. So when we got back and unloaded the car, I told my uncle about the troubles I was having with the other Laptop. Oh you haven't heard? I couldn't come online all these days and missed my blogs because the bloody Wi-fi. It's a long story so let's skip that too. And after that, he ran a system restore program. A miracle isn't it? the program was ran and then wha la! The comp is moving again! It can access internet without a problem. But that all happened after I came back from basketball. You see, I was tempted to go out and play ball the day after I saw that silly small court by the market. But compared to our basketball courts? Our's, is a piece of S-H-I-T! Do you know how bad those Malay's suck at football and still want to continue it as our Nation's sport logo? At least the people here have better sense. They have 3 basketball courts here at one park. the park of course, is prior to that of 2 football field. Adding up with 4 squash stations, 2 kid's playground, and a skating zone.A huh. You heard right. 4 squash stations, 3 basketball court ( And1 sizes.), 2kid's playground and 1 skate zone. Oh and of course, it's fenced up :) After Basketball, I kinda got lost in the town. I kept thinking that my uncle's house was at 77street 44avenue. And yes, I did post his address up in my previous blog but that doesn't mean I have to memorise it! Darn it. I think I spent almost an hour just looking for a way back. I walked everywhere from the 35av to the 45 av and 75th street to the 80th st. Stupid right? I was so close yet so far!! There was even this once, where I was so lost that I circled the same place thrice! The geological structure if I may say, is a bit coplicated. In that concrete jungle, I lost myself as to a point where I didn't know my sense of directions. I couldn't even find my way back to the basketball court! argh!!! wth..... = = anyhow, I was in luck. Just as I was about to start getting smart instead of arrogant, I took a walk down 45av. I thought I would take that route all the way down and get back to the main road so that I can get back to home. Just then, my uncle and my mom, in the Accord, they were on the same road looking for me. Really fortunate I would say. And guess what? if I had stayed back around 77-80th street? They wouldn't have gotten to me, AT ALL. Just as I got onto the car, my uncle explained to me about the little roads of Elmhurst. While he was driving, I told him where I was walking and he said,'oh gosh! You ARE lost.' why? because I was at the opposite direction! zzz what the hell I thought. Opposite? You've gotta be kidding me. Anyhow, basketball was kick ass. Me and my new friend, hao yuan(It's supposed to be in chinese but I dunno what words are they), we beat those guys in 2 games. Well, the word kick ass? It's not misused cz they practically didn't score at all. And they were all yappin with their american slang(no offense.), Which simply, made no sense to me. But still, with all their yapping, I think we beat them like what, 15-1? haha. You may think it's bullshit and that they're Americans, how'd they got beat by 2 chinese... Simple. I'm a pro. xD. No, actually, my team mate was a blast. He's 17 and he plays like a god. I thought if he was in my school? We might as well sign up for the national team. Right. So basketball, kickass, brother, yelling, got lost, checked, dinner? oh yeah. Dinner was great. You should try some. Wii, oh and, my cousins were greast. wii was fun as always, today we played Super Smash Bros Brawl. Cool game where you get tto beat people up. Although, the Wii 'function' wasn't really there. But I guess not games are fit to be Wii'ed'. haha. Not funny. Anyways, Wii checked, great luch, yeah lunch was AWESOME! Florida burgers rock. Although I'm not supposed to consume beef.. Anyways, I guess that's all. Oh and, guys, leave me a comment whether you want me to fix those Florida posts or not cz I'm really tired of it already. So i guess I'll see you around then. Ja -ne!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831378697004139262-4727551027479984251?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/4727551027479984251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=4727551027479984251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/4727551027479984251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/4727551027479984251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/slack.html' title='SLACK!'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-6136260438144634192</id><published>2008-12-10T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:41:13.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice? Perhaps not. Read on.</title><content type='html'>Lol... Regarding my past 2 posts, I know it's long. Sorry though. I'll try to cut this one short. Oh btw, have you seen espn sport yet? Lakers just beat Suns 115 - 110. Just to tell though. Lakers is by far my favorite team xD. And guess what? Cleveland's going to be playing soon to. Lebron seemed confident during the interview, well, lets just hope he is. :) Oh and to my friends back at m'sia, although I'm not facing jet lag, but it really kills me cz I have to be up so late at 1:1a.m. just to blog, meet up and chat with y'all... so if you don't mind.. I wanna try to divert my blogging schedule to YOUR midnight. lol ty. Anyhow, today we had a go at Epcot. It's a wonderful place. They have this lakeside walk that many exhibited traditions of countries from all over the world. Places such as Canada, Morocco, Italy, and Spain were all featured at the lakeside walk. And for your information, the walk is actually called magic sth(I'll look it up later. :) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll let you in a bit on what they have there and how to get there. Mainly, we took a bus to Magic Kingdom(another Disney Park), and then switched on to a Monorail. The platform is quite big, just like the rest of America itself, and then the Monorail would bring you over to Epcot. Epcot has around 9 different theaters. The place is vast. And believe me when I say that, cz I didn't get to finish walking the Epcot. To me, the few best would be Imagination!, erm, the test track, nasa and of cz, soarin'. (DISNEY YOU BETTER TIP ME FOR ADVERTISING YOU OR I'LL COME CHASING YOU!) ... forgive me on that :) anyhow, getting on nasa might just let you experience a little bit G's, so guys, make sure you're prepared for it =) for those of you who would love a little bit of sightseeing, I should think that epcot is the perfect place. For now, let's call it a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831378697004139262-6136260438144634192?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/6136260438144634192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=6136260438144634192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/6136260438144634192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/6136260438144634192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/nice-perhaps-not-read-on.html' title='Nice? Perhaps not. Read on.'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-5837179990375412585</id><published>2008-12-09T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T03:15:38.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights of the day.</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/ST9QHwLzRRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AmSHmxyEfG8/s1600-h/DSC02600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278025382425216274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/ST9QHwLzRRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AmSHmxyEfG8/s320/DSC02600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There you go. Believe.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; 'If you believe, hence your dream may come true,' or so.. he said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/ST9QGvsFdiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xKAYK_1_1Ls/s1600-h/DSC02468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278025365112321570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/ST9QGvsFdiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xKAYK_1_1Ls/s320/DSC02468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol. Me and the Bus driver. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;What? Surprised? He's black! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; not bad huh? And to think that people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;discriminate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; them to think that they are stupid. And I guess this goes for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; shot back in their filthy brains eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/ST9QF1q16MI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VvUOK0cKASc/s1600-h/286px-Map_of_USA_WA.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278025349537851586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/ST9QF1q16MI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VvUOK0cKASc/s320/286px-Map_of_USA_WA.svg.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At far west, Washington. It's highlighted red. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Although unclear, but if you look properly, at that little edge, that's where forks is supposed to be. It always rains because it's close to the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/ST9VKuNmntI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pZ3DJDsKXhE/s1600-h/09122008%28016%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278030930993651410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/ST9VKuNmntI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pZ3DJDsKXhE/s320/09122008%28016%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Manatees. Two of them. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The large &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;herbivores. SUPER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2249hour,&lt;br /&gt;GMT-8&lt;br /&gt;Orlando, Florida.&lt;br /&gt;.......Commencing mission.&lt;br /&gt;.......All systems go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I hope it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KEWL&lt;/span&gt;, to do things this way. The thing about highlights is that my father introduced this to me. To actually give a review to people about the happenings beside, and around me. The thing that I've learnt is that, these things that I see on news or even, IN &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seaworld&lt;/span&gt;, might be able to tell an untold story to let human races realise the importance or things they've never knew. And for today's session. I shall review a bit on Florida and facts I've learnt from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seaworld&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to pick up a habit in paragraphing. Is it necessary for blogging? I'll review some other people's blog some other time. To make this blog a better. More renowned blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today, a lot of things hit me. How wars due to racial difference can actually be solved by just one speech given by a bus driver. How so many people volunteer, and reach their hands to donate and save aquamarine lives. Remember Manatees from my previous post? Now I, have something to tell you. There's only 2700 Florida Manatees left in Florida. Look. Florida is the States 4Th most populated state. It owns 170,304 sq km in land and water. If you don't believe me, check on &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Florida&lt;/span&gt; it should hit your head that, a place so vast, has only 2700 Manatees?! That's right. And you know what? the saddest part of all is that, they only live up to 50-60 years. Manatees weigh around 360-520kg &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aite&lt;/span&gt;? the spent their time in shallow waters. WHICH, can be easily killed if hunted. they are heavy, kind, and mainly, DUMB. And guess what? Manatees that live up to 50 years, there aren't much. So, in 30 years, the probability for the number of Manatees to drop to 2000, is a lot. They wouldn't be so ENDANGERED, if it weren't for toxic spills. You hear me you dumb ass factory managers? YOUR BLOODY FACTORY IS KILLING THEM. Sharks don't kill them. YOU DO! And you know what, the toxic spills wears off the Manatees skin. Even as of now, you can't at all cost, try to save a Manatee with you garden hose to let it sit back relax and enjoy the sun. Why? Because the management believes that you tap water may kill those Manatees. Zzz why the hell do all these things happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, war causes collateral damage. Try to think of it. I watched this show during my visit to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seaworld&lt;/span&gt;. It's called pets ahoy. It's amazing. Imagine cats and dogs kissing one another. Sharing the same home and even at times, when there's only 1 blanket, the cat might even let itself get wet rather than let THE DOG, get wet. Do you see silly Islams do that for we Chinese or Indians in Malaysia? NO! But cats and dogs do that for each other. They understand that they are of the same kind. They're animals. They rely on each other to survive. We, too rely on each other. Here, in America, it REALLY is a world of opportunities. Do you know what I see at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seaworld&lt;/span&gt; and my hotel here? People from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; Rico, Venezuela, Thailand, Indonesia, Malaysia, Russians, they all work together as a family. This is what the bus driver said. Which hit me. HARD. It's not about his god. It's about who we are. just listen' We're one big family. No matter who's God we belong to, we ARE a family. We are of one RACE. The only race. Human race. We are smart, we are the same, no matter you lack of the hands or breasts, we are one family. So don't forget to spread the love to people around you. A little love does a lot of happiness to people.' get it? We don't belong to Allah, we don't belong to Christ. We belong to each other. Sure, it's nice to know there's someone there( or rather up there ) once in awhile, but we needn't take it too far off. Wars aren't necessary. Some of you may look out your window and see Muslims fighting off Al-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Qaeda&lt;/span&gt;. They MAY have the same gods. So what?! War between humans is foolish. Stupid. Even F**KED UP. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Look at Obama in his white house. His black. Does he paint his white house BLACK TOO? NO!!&lt;/span&gt; Sigh... all this things. It's just screwed. Just as screwed as George.W.Bush. Today, when I was in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seaworld&lt;/span&gt;, I saw a few &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;MALAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sians&lt;/span&gt;. They looked as if they were f**king unhappy to be in the crowds of the whites and blacks. People from every where. Go home losers. Just go. You, don't, belong, HERE! I'd love to go on whole day but that would cost me a blog spot. So I'll just PAUSE here momentarily. Here's to my friends back in Malaysia. To those Malay's or rather Muslim's that aren't involved in racial events, I salute you. And those who were used by Bush and died in vain, I salute you too. Today, when I watched that Killer Whale show Believe, they actually have a little session to salute those unsung heroes. Not just those of the American armies, but also from throughout the world. Tourists that had been to war. They salute them. And I too clapped as the crowd cheered. I say, they really are our heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, enough with racial events. You remember Forks from &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Twilight ?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. You're right the 3120 Hector Forks. Today I met his guy from Washington(Forks is in Washington by the way..). He's not from forks but from the way he pictured his hometown, I'd say It's a nice place. I really have to apologize to the guy. I hope he's not reading this right now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cz&lt;/span&gt; it's really bad. I seem to have forgotten where he came from. But of course, the significant thing about this place (not forks) is that it's at the far east of Washington. During summer, it is capable of hitting more than 100 Fahrenheit and during winter, around 0. That's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FRRR&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EEEE&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ZINGG&lt;/span&gt;.... And he even told me how this one time, it snowed so badly that it got up to feet thick of pure snow. When the bulldozer pulled over to clear path road, it stretch almost all the way out to the highway.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt;! And guess what? The snow on the front Yard, when shoveled, it stacks up to 8 feet thick at both sides of the walkway. But I guess he needn't worry about that now. He's in Florida and there's barely snow over here. :) I hope he enjoys his stay here and wouldn't miss his home too much. I could tell a lot from his facial expressions that he really missed his hometown. When I showed my gratitude to him, his eye bags were filled with tears that were about to roll on to his cheeks. And from the way he told me to have a good time there at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seaworld&lt;/span&gt;, I'd say he had children and wife. Although I wouldn't want to mention about it. But its really the pessimistic side of his story. Sir, if you had a son who took his final breathe in a battlefield. I shall raise my hand to my forehead and salute to him. But always remember, no matter how many times its done, even if my hand doesn't get tired, a man's got to move along in life. And as for you guys, my friends, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PMR's&lt;/span&gt; over. So move on. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SPM's&lt;/span&gt; about to come. I'm not going to spoil your fun. But bear in mind. We'll have to work harder next year. It's not going to be dead simple. Ware-ware &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ningen desu&lt;/span&gt;. And with that, we have our jobs. :) Good luck to all of you out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I end today's Highlights session. :) may luck be with you all and happy holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831378697004139262-5837179990375412585?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/5837179990375412585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=5837179990375412585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/5837179990375412585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/5837179990375412585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/highlights-of-day.html' title='Highlights of the day.'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/ST9QHwLzRRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AmSHmxyEfG8/s72-c/DSC02600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-2091533112524763069</id><published>2008-12-09T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:37:37.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad. Need to re-type..</title><content type='html'>Hey. See? I got it up. fixed the spelling's though. But it seems, Walruses DO exist. Read on. This is just the 1st chapter. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unedited&lt;/span&gt;. Truely. Hard------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you believe, anything can come true,' said the host, and hence rejoiced with his pet killer whale. It's a story about him. How him and a whale, beings from 2 different worlds tries so hard to be as one. It's pretty amazing how it all came together in the end. He even CARVED this necklace of a killer whale's tail, to show how passionate his love for the whale was. But I guess the passion was a bit cheap... I bought 2 of them for $10 after the show.. Anyways, this guy, is from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shamu&lt;/span&gt; Stadium(No preference on how it's pronounced..) in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Seaworld&lt;/span&gt;. It' a place not too far from the Renaissance Hotel, Orlando, Florida. Which reminds me, did the artist Flor-i-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; came from around here? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cz&lt;/span&gt; his name pretty much resembles this place. It's even spelled exactly the same! But what the hey! My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blog's&lt;/span&gt; not about him, it's about me! Y'all want me here. Not him... And of course, AMERICA. How it's supposed to be and all.. = = Anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Seaworld's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. Just Beautiful. There were penguins, dolphins, er.. Like before, Killer Whales, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Walruses&lt;/span&gt;(does the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt; exists anyhow? Maybe... Co-exist? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;)  and uh, Manatees, birds... All sorts. Oh, and there was this mammal fish which practically was dolphin-like, except it was black. BAD BLACK. O.O ... I think it was a whale though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cz&lt;/span&gt; it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;blowholes&lt;/span&gt; is pretty obvious. dolphin's aren't like that... x) No matter. They have roller coasters here too! I got on a few.. Journey to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Antarctica&lt;/span&gt;... Or jewel.. I forgot. But the best one would be The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kraken&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was rushing. I don't think it hit 0.2G's but it sure was fast. The way it swooped down the rail and did it's 360, maybe 720.. 1080... I dunno. It was too fun. No time to count &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;xP&lt;/span&gt;... Everything that it did was graceful. JUST, graceful. And FAST. In prior to that, I had lunch before the rides. I was pretty much still bloated though,which.. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; made the G's come in quicker. Although stockpiled, I was fortunate not to 'spit the stock' out =D. It seems my endurance was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt; better than I thought. The ride got over with real quick. This made it boring and of course for me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dismayed&lt;/span&gt;. But it all has to come to an end right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. it's 7:15p.m. right now. The bus is here and we'll be leaving for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hotel&lt;/span&gt;, Comfort Inn, soon. Which questions me, Why did a guy came over an asked me if Comfort Inn was Comfort Suite? Funny... Well, I'm pretty sure I convinced him that it IS the same.. and he's not on the bus right now... Right.. So, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bro's&lt;/span&gt; sleeping, so is my sis.. And me? I guess I'll just stop here. HEY, don't blame me for writing this so short. It's not easy to BLOG on your mobile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;aite&lt;/span&gt;? Oh well, see you in a bit yeah? And I think the bus driver is Latin. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;. Until then, see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------- Copied From my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Nokia&lt;/span&gt; 6120. Original Copy.--------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831378697004139262-2091533112524763069?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/2091533112524763069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=2091533112524763069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/2091533112524763069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/2091533112524763069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/sad-need-to-re-type.html' title='Sad. Need to re-type..'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-703592375948164546</id><published>2008-12-09T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:02:09.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tech lag, Be Right Back. :)</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, it seems that this computer has a bit of an OFF, setting. Way off. Believe me. If you don't know computers, then you wouldn't want to be here troubleshooting it beside me. Anyhow, I got it running again. Rest assured, once my GLRC(Green Little Card Reader)-- xD, gets back, Imma gonna start posting my pics and blog notes again. I'l get it running.. Fer sure.. So, I hope you guys, or fellow bloggers, will be relieved. For now. TY. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831378697004139262-703592375948164546?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/703592375948164546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=703592375948164546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/703592375948164546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/703592375948164546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/tech-lag-be-right-back.html' title='Tech lag, Be Right Back. :)'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-175450739203625854</id><published>2008-12-08T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T04:10:10.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning New York.</title><content type='html'>6:56 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elmhurst&lt;/span&gt; Queens, New York.&lt;br /&gt;Operation Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold breeze is blowing. Yet the morn blissful as ever. The temperature is 19'Fahrenheit. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; which caveman from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stone age&lt;/span&gt; cannot survive without his cave. I'm lucky. I thought as I typed. To have a place to sleep, eat, dream, bath and of course, blog. But today, as I chow my food, I have to bid my last goodbyes to New York. By 0900 hour, I will be at the airport to take on a flight headed for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt;. 'Such sorrow to be leaving New York,' as I say to myself, more than many times. 'But I will be back.' Going to Florida is a new start. I will be going to Orlando's famous Disney World. My uncle had told us that Disney World &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;owns&lt;/span&gt; 4-5 theme parks. A very large number compared to those at Malaysia. If that country were to hold such a great number of theme parks, it might as well turn itself to a playground. Still. I have no information on how many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hector&lt;/span&gt; Disney World holds, but I'm soon to find out. And now, I shall settle down at the dining table to eat my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;breakfast&lt;/span&gt; as I, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;, bid my last goodbyes. Until then. Farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831378697004139262-175450739203625854?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/175450739203625854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=175450739203625854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/175450739203625854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/175450739203625854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-morning-new-york.html' title='Good Morning New York.'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-8565016815185710136</id><published>2008-12-07T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:11:27.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Morning everyone.</title><content type='html'>'Thank you, thank you,' I said as I waltzed down the stage and took flowers from---- poof there goes my dream. But really. Thank you Celine. You're the best. You always say the 'sweetest' things about me. Especially the one about me and the dead babies? Yeah. That, exactly. You know what I mean. Anyhow, it's not important. I don't really remember my dreams. I don't think anyone does. But dreams are perfect. Just yesterday it was snowing. But as for today, there's practically no snow at all... What a dismay.. But it will snow, maybe high noon today. Breakfast was fantastic. Yesterday was lobster. Today, lobster porridge. Imagine that! My uncle sorta soaked the lobster's shell in the water and then put the porridge in the wok. Although the porridge was full of lobster stench, but it was all very well done. Sadly, I didn't take any pictures from the breakfast :P ah... They're all watching Kirby right now and I getting bored. Looks like I'll do some gaming before I came back aite? See ya. Sayonara~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831378697004139262-8565016815185710136?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/8565016815185710136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=8565016815185710136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/8565016815185710136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/8565016815185710136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/morning-everyone_07.html' title='Morning everyone.'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-570953338943550160</id><published>2008-12-07T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T03:56:49.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Christmas tree. Although not large. But the feeling IS there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvfdTZIKkI/AAAAAAAAACY/kAUF966lNPs/s1600-h/06122008(074).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277057082909534786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvfdTZIKkI/AAAAAAAAACY/kAUF966lNPs/s320/06122008(074).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin sister. Remember Coco? Yeah. That's her decorating the tree :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvfcwiZ15I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Jzy693xrlHo/s1600-h/06122008(073).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277057073553201042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvfcwiZ15I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Jzy693xrlHo/s320/06122008(073).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From left (My sister, cousin brother and mom). Having alot of fun eh? Sadly I have to take pictures +_+ maybe next time. But I got my chance in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvfcuU80FI/AAAAAAAAACI/yzRz_vAwXVA/s1600-h/06122008(072).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277057072959901778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvfcuU80FI/AAAAAAAAACI/yzRz_vAwXVA/s320/06122008(072).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister, again.... = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvfb7ITnWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/767X3UmRxKs/s1600-h/06122008(070).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277057059216661858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvfb7ITnWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/767X3UmRxKs/s320/06122008(070).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At for right, my aunt. I'm sure you already know the other tree on my aunt's right. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wii was fun. Games like with characters like Donkey Kong and Mario were played. Same goes for the PS3. Soul Calibur IV, not really fantastic but I think it does the job... Anyhow, we got the chance to decorate the christmas tree.. I hope it's not going to bore you as the pictures I took were a lot. We all had fun. There were 4 phases-- or maybe just 3 +_+(If star wars don't count then yeah. 3) Anyhow, the Christmas Tree shone brightly as we connected the plug to the power source. Of course, the star was most outstanding. I think I was a bit tired cz I slept pretty early that day. But, don't worry. The pictures will soon be up.&lt;/div&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/5831378697004139262-570953338943550160?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/570953338943550160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=570953338943550160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/570953338943550160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/570953338943550160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tree-although-not-large-but.html' title='Christmas tree. Although not large. But the feeling IS there.'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvfdTZIKkI/AAAAAAAAACY/kAUF966lNPs/s72-c/06122008(074).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-2806356406076468666</id><published>2008-12-06T17:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:49:30.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Back from JCPenny Mall (frustrating name if you ask me...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277113159440466434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwSdYv9AgI/AAAAAAAAADI/kran1sm7XJM/s320/P1010960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and My aunt picking out the Levi's for myself. &lt;em&gt;They cost 20+ bucks per piece.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwSfUKbbaI/AAAAAAAAADo/uxibzew-JNs/s1600-h/P1010966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277113192569073058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwSfUKbbaI/AAAAAAAAADo/uxibzew-JNs/s320/P1010966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom and my younger brother with the lobster. &lt;em&gt;What book is that anyway?&lt;/em&gt; o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwSejIRlmI/AAAAAAAAADg/cfEce-OvEP4/s1600-h/P1010963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277113179406702178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwSejIRlmI/AAAAAAAAADg/cfEce-OvEP4/s320/P1010963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with the lobster and my younger sister behind me. &lt;em&gt;The hand actually resembles the lobster clangs. I know, they don't look alike.&lt;/em&gt; xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwSeffQHmI/AAAAAAAAADY/pOGqmjhpt3c/s1600-h/P1010962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277113178429333090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwSeffQHmI/AAAAAAAAADY/pOGqmjhpt3c/s320/P1010962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and My younger sister with the lobster. &lt;em&gt;Erm... My sis was actually Laughin Her Ass Off at that moment.. See the cup she's holding? It's actually water.. And, by lhao, she spit a bit of water off her mouth....&lt;/em&gt; +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwSdrCzBOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o9ROZcxU2sA/s1600-h/P1010961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277113164351341794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwSdrCzBOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o9ROZcxU2sA/s320/P1010961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me again with the lobster. &lt;em&gt;My left hand is holding the lobster. It feels nice, really.&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle peeling off the lobster shell. My mom says that the shell is softer than a prawn's. Is that true?? Cz I didn't feel any difference when I was peeling it... hmmm.... Felt hard to me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280182436050570770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SUb58zINDhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1YVl-L_T1xM/s320/06122008(065).jpg" border="0" /&gt;The cooked lobsters. &lt;em&gt;Only the clangs left. Uncle kept the remains of the body to cook tomorrow's breakfast. Nice eh? Lobster for dinner and lobster for breakfast. Although, not really lobsters for breakfast&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280182445224848562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SUb59VThbLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f5cmF3VfBts/s320/06122008(066).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncle peeling the lobster. &lt;em&gt;He's a pro.. From the looks of it, and his actually peeling it for his wife. how romantic&lt;/em&gt; xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/ST9ix6c5CaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HDv2QHdZMGA/s1600-h/06122008%28069%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278045897945057698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/ST9ix6c5CaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HDv2QHdZMGA/s320/06122008%28069%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol. Look at that boy. He's my cousin brother. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My uncle's son. It seems his mom loves him a lot more than the other one. Why is that so? I still can't figure it out so I'll just take that diferent people express themselves in different ways&lt;/span&gt; :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'The weather is dark and we are getting let's go home,' said my uncle. And off we go from The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JCPenny&lt;/span&gt; Mall. Although I was reluctant to go, but I've had enough too... We went of to 4 stores today. And thanks to my aunts, I bought 2 really nice coat, 5 Levi's Jeans, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Collared&lt;/span&gt; long sleeve T-shirt, a pair of Jordan's and a pair of Reebok Basketball Sneaks. And it all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cost ed&lt;/span&gt; 300++US$.. Unbelievable eh? And within all these joys, there was, but one thing that really broke my heart.... I LOST MY WALLET!!!!! WITH 300US$ AND A FEW MORE FOREIGN CURRENCIES IN IT... I was like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;... NO!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! I so hate myself for that. Can you believe it????? A total of more than 300US$ in there. Which would increase my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;spending&lt;/span&gt; for today... On top of all that, it was a leather wallet, Calvin Klein too... Heart -breaking. Just, heart-breaking. Ah, forget about all that. I'm just glad I got to bought so many things. It seems my effort to save up all that stack of cash back at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;m'sia&lt;/span&gt; did not go wasted. When we got home, we had lobsters for dinner. My uncle says that each of it costs 5US$ which he bought 6-7 of them. Sweet. I was the last to reach the table and my aunt forced me to finish everything on the table. After 3 lobsters, I finally got sick of it. But luckily I managed to finish them all. And no. If you want some, You'll have to come here. I won't bring it to you. :P the lobsters were made by my uncle. He's a great cook, somehow +_+.... Right now, My brother and cousins are playing with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;. Ah well, I'll go join them now. And yes. I will upload the photos. Later. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5831378697004139262-2806356406076468666?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/2806356406076468666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=2806356406076468666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/2806356406076468666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/2806356406076468666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-jcpenny-mall-frustrating-name.html' title='Back from JCPenny Mall (frustrating name if you ask me...)'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwSdYv9AgI/AAAAAAAAADI/kran1sm7XJM/s72-c/P1010960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-2313718882631492851</id><published>2008-12-06T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:11:27.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Day At Queens, The JCPenny mall.</title><content type='html'>It was a fine morning... To start with. Even so, the skies are pretty much empty over here in Queens. I presume its due to the winter that our fellow birds migrated. Anyhow, it's not important. After I woke up at 11 0'clock, and had dim sum for lunch, we( me and my family ), took a stroll 2 blocks up the restaurant to meet up with my uncle. It seems, his daughter is pretty sick... Still, I hope for the best for my little cousin sister. Moving on, my uncle drove us over to our my aun't house. As we arrived at 55avenue of the 74th street in Elmhurst, my uncle parked his car near a tree and we walked across the street over to a house numbered 17. It's not much. Not too big, neither too small. Looks like 2 of my aunt stays together. Even so, one of them had to work at her restaurant, downtown near the main road. It's a place not too big called The Cocolim Restaurant. You might think its a weird name but that restaurant is actually named after my cousin sister. 7 this year, and you should already know. Yes, her name is Coco. xD Right. Back to aunt's house. As I said, it's not too big nor too small. The basment was full with Arowana fish which my uncle &lt;strong&gt;LOVES&lt;/strong&gt; to collect. You see, it has been his hobby ever since... ever since. Right. Guess how he gets his fishes? He smuggles it through the Aemerican Custom. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? IMPOSIBBLE RIGHT? With the world's most advanced security system, how did he smuggle them? Well, that you'd  have to ask him. Anways, all my cousins are practically ABC'S (American Born Chinese)... I hope you have heard it... Have you? Well now you have. It's getting pretty boring and yes I will be going to JCPenny Mall soon. And I shall post some pictures up later. See ya!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831378697004139262-2313718882631492851?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/2313718882631492851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=2313718882631492851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/2313718882631492851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/2313718882631492851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-at-queens-jcpenny-mall.html' title='Day At Queens, The JCPenny mall.'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-603615144574459145</id><published>2008-12-06T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:54:02.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>The dawn. Has broken. The travellers, Awoken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwMJ3cllnI/AAAAAAAAADA/16wMpV_OFys/s1600-h/06122008(023).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277106227013588594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwMJ3cllnI/AAAAAAAAADA/16wMpV_OFys/s320/06122008(023).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Road to the restaurant. &lt;em&gt;It seems to be getting busier. This was taken on 12o'clock in the afternoon. Alot of sweet cars as you can see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwMJg3QddI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c_O9-BPe2JU/s1600-h/06122008(020).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277106220951434706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwMJg3QddI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c_O9-BPe2JU/s320/06122008(020).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Yellow cab. &lt;em&gt;It's toyota brand whereas the rest of it is practically Lincoln..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwMJkWvM5I/AAAAAAAAACw/bsy0jGemSwk/s1600-h/06122008(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277106221888779154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwMJkWvM5I/AAAAAAAAACw/bsy0jGemSwk/s320/06122008(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Curmon's auto shop.&lt;em&gt; Selling 2nd hand auto-mobiles down 2 blocks of my uncle's house. Their cars seem nice. Not too shabby...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwMJBZUgNI/AAAAAAAAACo/0X_DSrnqoo4/s1600-h/06122008(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277106212504371410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwMJBZUgNI/AAAAAAAAACo/0X_DSrnqoo4/s320/06122008(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Empty streets of Elmhurst on a Saturday morning. &lt;em&gt;Not much of a differ from m'sia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwMJFmNEmI/AAAAAAAAACg/DUazfXuEMUI/s1600-h/06122008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277106213632152162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwMJFmNEmI/AAAAAAAAACg/DUazfXuEMUI/s320/06122008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me on the streets of Elmhurst.&lt;em&gt; As 1 of my friend requested for it, I have now eventually uploaded a photo of myself.. Though I'm not really good-looking, but I hope it's okay....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;. Woke up. And walked the streets. You won't know HOW COLD IT IS. 29'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fahrenheit&lt;/span&gt;. And I thought it was more than 0'degree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Celsius&lt;/span&gt;. BUT IT'S -2'CELSIUS. CANT YOU BELIEVE IT?! Anyhow. WHen I came back from the streets from tha streets, my nose was full of mucus. yuck. Both nostrils in fact. Just yesterday I was telling my uncle that NYC, not cold. Anyways, I took a little nap after. Which took about 4 hours. so it wasn't really little............ Don't worry about that for now. I slept from 7:30 to 11:30.. zzz I'm a real &lt;strong&gt;PIG. &lt;/strong&gt;Forget about that for know. Guess what? I'm going down to Times square for a little SHOPPING! XD. You won't believe what I did?? I didn't bring any winter wear over.. Thinking I could endure it all. Ah. My mom's rushing me already. Gotta go! I'll edit this post better and upload some photos soon! Till then. Ja-ne.&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/5831378697004139262-603615144574459145?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/603615144574459145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=603615144574459145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/603615144574459145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/603615144574459145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/dawn-has-broken-travellers-awoken.html' title='The dawn. Has broken. The travellers, Awoken.'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STwMJ3cllnI/AAAAAAAAADA/16wMpV_OFys/s72-c/06122008(023).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-7135602617311737990</id><published>2008-12-05T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:12:35.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>NYC. Not too much of a surprise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276997401103464322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STupLXVud4I/AAAAAAAAABI/m-MPsXN2FKE/s320/IMGA0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A scene at a nearby town few hours before landing.&lt;em&gt; I'm not sure where it is. But it IS a city. It's not very clear but you should be able to see the lights.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276996694477127298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STuoiO84PoI/AAAAAAAAABA/Dpp9Pb8O08U/s320/IMGA0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Scene after landing at JFK Terminal 7. &lt;em&gt;It's not too clear as the inside of the plane was very bright. But you should get the idea. Shouldn't you?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvVbMLFvPI/AAAAAAAAABw/BF1TfST1Pt8/s1600-h/05122008(124).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277046051495591154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvVbMLFvPI/AAAAAAAAABw/BF1TfST1Pt8/s320/05122008(124).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Air Train Link Outside JFK Terminal 7. &lt;em&gt;Guess what? It's grandeur than lez Airport.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvVa2KEOZI/AAAAAAAAABo/kd2lky25q4o/s1600-h/05122008(123).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277046045585717650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvVa2KEOZI/AAAAAAAAABo/kd2lky25q4o/s320/05122008(123).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another link to Air Train of Terminal 7. &lt;em&gt;See that big spcae in there? It's a parking lot. Remember National Treasure 2? Yes. America is right hand drive all the way.&lt;/em&gt; =3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvVZylwZ2I/AAAAAAAAABY/DqdDfoOOAX8/s1600-h/05122008(121).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277046027448248162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvVZylwZ2I/AAAAAAAAABY/DqdDfoOOAX8/s320/05122008(121).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Air Train Terminal. &lt;em&gt;Nope. No trains today. Take a cab. 'TAXI!!!'&lt;/em&gt; XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvVZlMd8nI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HL9m9meFgF4/s1600-h/05122008(120).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277046023852520050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvVZlMd8nI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HL9m9meFgF4/s320/05122008(120).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NYC Cabs. Most Famous around the globe. &lt;em&gt;You know? The yellow thingy that appears in almost every movie? Yeah, that's the thing. &lt;strong&gt;THE &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt; CAB.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277046039826535042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STvVags-EoI/AAAAAAAAABg/OIiEl9-guvc/s320/05122008(122).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Line of &lt;strong&gt;'THE &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt; CAB&lt;/strong&gt;'. &lt;em&gt;Pretty Amazing huh? There's even a bridge up there. Though I have no Idea what that is... Maybe just another link to the Air Train..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a restless 15 hour flight and flying over the north pole watching some movies(such as Goldfinger 007, My mom's new boyfriend and a whole lot more.... ). Yeah. I Finally am &lt;strong&gt;BACK&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Came in from John.F.Kennedy airport. so yeah. pretty happy about it. although... NYC doesn't seem the way I expected it to be. It's cold. BUT NOT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;COLDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...... It's only 3'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Celsius&lt;/span&gt; (which would be 36'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fahrenheit&lt;/span&gt;.) here. But my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt; and uncle say it's about to snow soon. Maybe Sunday.. The snows will come. Like angels from heavens. Except. They're snowflakes. Dinner was great. The family warmth that most people would long for I have felt deeply. I really felt like a whole new world has bestowed upon me. Anyhow. I guess I'll be taking a bath soon. And then take a sleep. Until the next dawn breaks and the bell rings. I shall awake ;)&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/5831378697004139262-7135602617311737990?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/7135602617311737990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=7135602617311737990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/7135602617311737990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/7135602617311737990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/nyc-not-too-much-of-surprise.html' title='NYC. Not too much of a surprise...'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STupLXVud4I/AAAAAAAAABI/m-MPsXN2FKE/s72-c/IMGA0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831378697004139262.post-71244576038915834</id><published>2008-12-05T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:11:27.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>HONG KONG HERE I COME AND GOODBYE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STudrsMi1aI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ACyvMAGY8s0/s1600-h/IMGA0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276984762318378402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STudrsMi1aI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ACyvMAGY8s0/s320/IMGA0127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scene from take off.. &lt;em&gt;The scenic view of Hong Kong. Not too shabby.&lt;/em&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STudrvGF7YI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9T5ApKYzbrY/s1600-h/IMGA0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276984763096624514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STudrvGF7YI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9T5ApKYzbrY/s320/IMGA0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scene From landing. &lt;em&gt;It appears that the wing has to do a full stretch to slow the plane down. Amazing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As the 777 descend from the skies, the deep blue oceans fade and land come into sight. although, not too far away, the sea is still there. the food here is, for some, average. But as for myself. IT SUCKS! gah. anyhow, no offence yeah? Soon will be off in CX840 boeing 747 to JFK. Well, until then, see ya all! xD&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/5831378697004139262-71244576038915834?l=axialjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/feeds/71244576038915834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831378697004139262&amp;postID=71244576038915834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/71244576038915834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831378697004139262/posts/default/71244576038915834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axialjc.blogspot.com/2008/12/hong-kong-here-i-come-and-goodbye.html' title='HONG KONG HERE I COME AND GOODBYE!!'/><author><name>axial.Jer Cherng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022320766425589712</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/_AdiC_bLtAuc/SVyIFtbYokI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z2iCmcj0oYM/S220/DSCN2863.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdiC_bLtAuc/STudrsMi1aI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ACyvMAGY8s0/s72-c/IMGA0127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
