It's a f**k*n disgrace

4 possible penalties were canceled by the referee and Chelsea was eliminated in the UEFA Champions league semi final...No fair play in the game, many decisions from the referee were controversial. Instead, the fans from all around the world had witnessed the ugliness in the soccer world. Didier Drogba, one of the toughest striker in the world, shouted after the game ...

On the other hand, in 7th of May, Malaysia, Perak, something was happened. It was not only a disgrace, to be more precise, it was absolutely ridiculous !!!

R.I.P for The Democracy of Malaysia

$$, where did u go??

MONEY MONEY, MANA U PERGI ??
WHY U HAVE GONE WITHOUT MY NOTICE??

I SHOULD KNOW HOW TO MANAGE YOU BEFORE I KNOW HOW TO CREATE YOU!
MY DEAR MONEY, U ARE GOING NO WAY!!

Make-or-Break ?

THE DAY HAS COME

SHOW NO MERCY TO THE BLUE

KILL THEM !!


ALL THE BEST FOR THE WARRIORS FROM LIVERPOOL

忙 = 盲 = 茫 。。。‘’

最近很多东西忙， 而且还要忙着忙里偷闲。。。

翻开日历算一算，如果一切顺利的话， 自己的大学生涯已经差不多了， 是时候好好的想一想以后的路应该怎样走了。。。

现在的我， 已经来到了十字路口， 目前交通灯还是亮红灯。。。

绿灯之后， 要转左转右， 还是直走好呢？原本想直走， 但是看到前面塞车， 转其他方向， 我又不熟路， 真麻烦。

交通等倒数99秒， 赶快做个决定吧！！

我堵懒到想吐！！

救命啊！！ 这几天的生活真的闷到了极点。。。

每天就是online读一大堆的journal， 读书， 找资料， 写thesis...

前几天还比较有冲劲的， 可是在昨天完成了我的literature review过后， 我就变得很慵懒了。。。

一直上网，看一些无聊的东东， 什么利物浦， 曼联， 纳吉， 蒙古妹， 再到日本AV，师生，　办公室，大波，长腿。。。 什么都看， 就是不想看关于ECG, vb.net, OOP, serial port, etc...的东东， 够力！！！

也许我该休息下了。　硬汉一条如Ｖｉｄｉｃ都有倒下来的时候，　更何况是我？？　（我的良心：ｐｌｓ．．．别再找借口了。。。）

用一个中文字来总结现在的我，　那就是：

＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃　（．凸　。）　＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃＃

利物浦完美的一周

这一周进入week 6, 也是我fyp进入最紧张的阶段了。。。

同样的，利物浦也在这星期迎来了非常具决定性的一个星期。 本星期三， 利物浦将在安菲尔德主场对垒皇家马德里， 进行欧冠杯第二回合16强比赛。然后再这个星期六到老特拉福球场对垒英超卫冕冠军，也是目前联赛的领头羊曼联。。。

夹着首回合从Bernabeu带回来的0-1小胜， 回到自己主场的利物浦一开赛就显得信心十足， 不到10分钟就已经三番五次威胁由欧洲冠军门将Casilas把守的龙门。。。

结果呢??

看一下这个。。。

















再看看这张。。。
























看到casilas无助又落寞的眼神， 不禁心酸。 不过， 他绝对是当晚的man of the match（我的看法啦）...不要怀疑， 被人攻陷4球的门将竟然是我的man of the match ?? 是的！ 如果没有他好几次的world class save， 世界级的扑救， 皇马惨败0-8都有份！

接下来就更紧张了。。。去old trafford对曼联wor...哪里不紧张？

不过hor...你看那个“鸡虫”Rooney。。。哈哈， 这个叫凡是留一线， 日后好相见。















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哈哈， 真是完美的一周~~

p/s: 我还真有点小人得志的样子， 排写。。。其实， 我也纯粹来这里呐喊， 狂欢一下罢了。 毕竟4-0砍下皇家马德里， 又在old trafford1-4 trash曼联， 一生中也不知可以见多少回阿！

All credits to Rafa Benitez and his men, you'll never walk alone~

曼联球迷

看到这个标题， 如果你以为我是曼联球迷， 那么你就错得非常非常离谱了。。。

上个星期天观赏利物浦对垒曼城的比赛， 看到曼城先进了一球， 在场的曼联球（狗）迷得意忘形的欢呼。 如果在曼彻斯特的曼城球迷知道在亚洲竟然出现这班假球迷为曼城而欢呼， 一定笑得人仰马翻。

本星期三， 曼联做客国际米兰。 结果， 这班没教养的球迷， 去到这座文化古城， 你猜他们干了什么好事？

有图为证。。。

我们知道大曼彻斯特郡近几年确实牛，曼联也很牛，可再牛并不代表着可以用足球场上的胜利来践踏其他城市的文化象征和风俗习惯。

其实， 当曼联与国际米兰本赛季欧冠抽到一起后，罗马的球迷便立时给米兰城的同胞们发出温馨提示：“1、请米兰城的居民看好自己的 钱包、手机。2、请不要和曼联球迷一起唱歌，因为他们基本没有歌。3、请不要和他们讨论历史，因为他们很少有人知道1992年之前发生的事情。4、如果发 生斗殴事件，不要指望曼联会认错，因为他们不是利物浦。”。。。

亨利在去年代表巴萨作客曼联前，有一经典言论：“阿森纳球迷看球是举围巾的；切尔西球迷是摇小旗的；利物浦球迷是唱歌的；曼联球迷是吃汉堡的。”

缺乏自我反省和自律意识，让曼联从1992年开始获得得那份成绩单成为巨大的笑柄。弗格森带来了奖杯，却没有带来文化底蕴。曼联在泛滥着冠军的快感后，背后依旧充斥着浮躁和浅薄。肮脏有几种写法？斗殴、假摔、欺诈、黑哨、嫖娼，汇总起来，只有两个字——曼联！

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就是不明白为什么亚洲就是那么多曼联球迷， 纳闷。。。

耐心

从寒冷的伦敦那里传来了Scolari被球会解雇的消息。。。

哦， 有点吃惊， 但并不意外。。。

踏入2009年， Scolari是继Tony Adams之后， 第二个被球会解雇的主教练， 巧合的是， 他们都是效力于以蓝色为主色的球会。

对于这个结局， Chelsea的球迷们应该感到称心满意吧？ 他们吵着要世界杯冠军教练滚蛋， 却要只有不到6个月的足球教练经验的Zola从West Ham过来。。。

从狂人摩利尼奥（Jose Morinho）， 到Avram Grant， 再到Scolari， 现在来了Guus Hiddink, 阿布的切尔西换教练还快过女孩换衣服呢！ 一切发生在切尔西的故事告诉各位观众一个讯息： 成功是需要耐心的。






















（我个人最欣赏的足球教练之一）

想建立席卷欧洲的蓝色王朝， Chelsea还有一段路要走。


p/s: 我从来都不是Chelsea的球迷！

认输的艺术

胜利的时候， 意气风发， 身边的人都靠过来， 迎面春风， 世界无限美好。

可是失败的时候， 最难熬的不是失败本身， 而是随着失败而来的孤独， 才是最令人刻骨铭心的。

Avram Grant 在上个season半途接下了Jose Morinho留下的Chelsea足球队教练， 立刻以自己的方式（抄袭前人的风格也是一种方式）稳住了Chelsea的士气， 不但慢慢的追回在联赛丢失的分数， 也在欧洲冠军联赛一路高歌猛进， 更创造了狂人Morinho也无法做到的：在欧冠半决赛把利物浦淘汰出局。 如果不是在联赛的最后几场掉链， 如果不是队长John Terry在大决赛踢miss penalty， 如果。。。这时， 有人说：“They almost won the Premier League, and they almost won the Champions League, but almost is nothing, so they have won nothing!!!”. Avram Grant没有办法， 只好收拾包袱走人。 天堂和地狱， 英雄和狗熊， 确实是“这么近，　那么远”。。。

要出来混，除了要会享受胜利，也要懂得品尝失败。　

McCain在得知自己输给了Obama后，　泱泱大度的恭贺Obama成功当选美国总统，　并勉励自己的支持者要支持Obama，　因为Obama“也是我的总统”。　

Massa在Ｆ１最后一站抢下了冠军，　眼看他的唯一竞争对手L. Hamilton仅排在第六位，　自己的世界冠军在望了。　哪里知道在最后关头，　L. Hamilton成功超车，排名第五，　凭总积分得到世界冠军。　Massa除了眼巴巴地看着煮熟的鸭子飞走之外，　没有怨天尤人，　没有吵着上诉，　只是风度翩翩的祝贺Hamilton。　

相反的，　当前雪兰莪州大臣基尔在大选面对国阵失去了雪兰莪州之后，不但死赖不肯搬离大臣官邸，　不肯承认新的雪州政府，　拖到最后关头竟然把政府大楼的办公文件全部搬空，　可见这个人的水准，　唉！　（摇头叹息）

目前在Perak, 眼见国阵以非常卑鄙的手段重新取得州政权，但是民联政府似乎要抗争到底，　不惜违抗苏丹的御旨。　其实，　与其一直僵持不下，　结果是如何，　自己应该心里有数，　倒不如大大方方的公开宣布　（还可以加上一滴眼泪，　一滴就够了！）：　我以州务大臣的身份，　今天正式把政权交给国阵及其联盟独立议员，　ｂｌａ　ｂｌａ　ｂｌａ．．．既体面，　又可以博得同情。　人民会记得你在短短１０个月内为Ｐｅｒａｋ带来的贡献。　剩下的大便　（虽然看起来像价值万两的黄金，　人人抢着要！），　就留给国阵，走狗许月风，Ｎａｊｉｂ　（＝ｎａｊｌｉｓ），　和国阵狼狈为奸的选委会慢慢吃。　这个时候，　不如花多点心思储备实力，　决战下一届全国大选。

有时候，　如果你不够别人肮脏，　你也被逼认输。　输就输咯，　没什么大不了的。　　

振作吧！！！

今天还是农历大年初九， 但不应该是我懒惰的借口！

彭日一， 为什么你不把握时间完成你的report? 为什么不快点搞定你的logbook?你的FYP怎样了？？ 为什么你那么懒惰？

自己好自为之啦！ 都已经是成年人了， 还想学小朋友偷懒？ 你跟我省起来啦！！！

Ken Lee

A very nice song, "without you" presented by Mariah Carey...

No I cant forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving
But I guess thats just the way
The story goes
You always smile but in your eyes
Your sorrow shows
Yes it shows
No I cant forget tomorrow
When I think of all my sorrow
When I had you there
But then I let you go
And now its only fair
That I should let you know
What you should know

I cant live
If living is without you
I cant live
I cant give anymore
I cant live
If living is without you
I cant give
I cant give anymore

Well I cant forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving
But I guess thats just the way
The story goes
You always smile but in your eyes
Your sorrow shows
Yes it shows

I cant live
If living is without you
I cant live
I cant give any more
I cant live
If living is without you
I cant give
I cant give anymore

But how about this 1...







ZHADAO !!!

hahaha =p,

[fly]~happy chinese new year~[/fly]

Bye Bye E-Control

After 12 weeks of industrial training program in E-Control, finally, I am proud to announce that, I've accomplished my training task, and go back to enjoy my CNY holiday now, yeah~~~!!

No matter good or bad, happy or angry, it was my precious experience in my life, I appreciate everyone who give me a chance to learn, I will miss you all.

Finally, I would like to dedicate this song to every one in E-Control...let's enjoy it~~

霍元甲 VS 叶问

大概是去年的这个时候， 观赏了李连杰主演的《霍元甲》；　昨天，　我观赏了同样由一名非常棒的武打明星甄子丹主演的《叶问》。　两部题材相似的电影，　同样的我，　心境却大大不同。　看《霍元甲》的时候，　和一班朋友一起在电影院，　那个时候正值农历新年，　整个电影院热闹非常，　我的心情也很开朗。　昨天，　和女朋友一起看，　电影院处于半空半满状态，　冷气很冷，　但很温馨。

霍元甲和叶问，　前者乃中国北方人，　生于清末民初年代；　后者乃中国南方人，　生于抗日战争时代。他们各自都是当地的武术宗师，　同样生于战乱的年代，　同样欲以武术贯彻中国儒家思想，　以武会友，　以德服人。。。。（！＠＃＄实在是狗屁不通！别说在那个八国联军和日本仔侵略的年代，　即使现在，　巴勒斯坦随便对以色列放几个火箭炮，　以色列就要出动上百架轰炸机，　不眠不休地连续轰炸加沙地带几天几夜！如果中国人还看不清这是一个什么样的世界，　就继续当东亚病夫吧！自己躲在一角自ｈｉｇｈ算了！！）。　扯远了。。。霍元甲在擂台上打日本人，　叶问也在擂台上打日本人。　霍元甲死在擂台上，　叶问则几乎死在擂台上。。。

主演霍元甲的李连杰，　不知道是多少届中国武术冠军，　演技也很厉害，　说的是一口字正腔圆的普通话；　主演叶问的甄子丹，　是道道地地的广东人，　当然也讲广东话。　在电影里面，　霍元甲打遍天下无敌手，　打到最后才领悟到以武会友的“真理”。 叶问则比较低调（可能是因为他老婆比较美， 哈哈。。）。 一心想要低调做人， 想要埋没自己武艺， 却在最后把对手们痛下毒手。 不知道在叶问在擂台上杀人的时候， 他还是不是大家所敬仰的“叶师傅”。　这两位武术宗师虽然生长在不同的年代，　但生命中的共同点还是蛮多的，　却在人生的最后阶段走向不同的分叉路， 命运和结局当然也大不相同。　前者显得凄凉，是一个颇具悲剧色彩的人物；　后者则比较幸运，　只因为在擂台上的那一粒子弹没有致命！　

看《霍元甲》的时候， 心情是很high的，朋友们都一样， 就好像周杰伦在“霍！霍！霍！霍！霍！霍！霍！霍！！！” 那样； 《叶问》就烂得多了， 根本就没有什么像样的主题曲来衬托这个伟大的咏春拳一代宗师。 但是， 牵着女朋友的手来看这个跟当时的情调那么不搭的电影， 感觉虽然不high， 却觉得很幸福， 很温馨。。。

12月31日

现在是12月31日早上10点54分。 今天不用上班， 所以我在一个小时前才起床。 刚用过了早餐， 10年如一日的在阅读利物浦足球队的新闻， 然后心血来潮就来这里写写说说。

到了2008年的最后一天了。 这一年对我而言绝对值得回味， 因为有太多太多的事情让我学习， 成长和感恩。 对于2008年曾经帮助过我的人， 让我开心的人， 让我气愤和伤心的人， 关心我的人， 爱我的人和不喜欢我的人， 你们都是让我成长的人， 感谢你们！ 没有你们， 我不知道现在的我会是什么模样； 但是因为你们，让我的2008年是那么多姿多彩， 波澜壮阔！

到了2009年， 我要更加努力， 更加成熟， 对自己要求更高，特别是在学业方面。 明年的我， 一定要胜过今年的我！ 已经7天了， 还有点不能适应自己已经不是单身了。 我要好好的爱她， 疼她， 珍惜她和保护她， 我还要慢慢的把她介绍给我的家人和朋友们。。。

欧亨利 圣诞礼物 THE GIFT OF THE MAGI by O. Henry

今天是节礼日(Boxing day). 我想和我的好友们分享一篇与圣诞节有关的短文. 这是一篇很有意思的短文...

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.

In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."

The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.

Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.

So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."

Down rippled the brown cascade.

"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

"Give it to me quick," said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"

At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."

"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"

Jim looked about the room curiously.

"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.

"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."

White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.

For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.

But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"

And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.

"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."

Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."

The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

UEFA Champions League draw （Round of 16）

欧洲冠军联赛16强淘汰赛的抽签仪式竟然在趁我不注意的情况下进行了 @@...在美丽的瑞士， 阿尔卑斯山脚下， 它的抽签结果竟然是那么残酷！！！

多说无益， 先来看一看抽签的结果吧！














来看一下我心爱的红军利物浦对上哪一队? 哇老！ 是皇马！！！ 什么？？ 没错， 皇家马德里， Real Madrid！ 看在老天的份上， 请把这支西班牙政客们用来洗黑钱的俱乐部干掉！ 他们玷污了纯洁的白色！！请相信利物浦， 相信Torres， 相信Gerrard, 相信Benitez。。。。。。

其他的小俱乐部， 我就懒惰多费笔墨了， 自己去看体育版吧！他们会告诉你谁谁谁重返哪里？谁和谁不是冤家不聚头！ 我有兴趣的， 是利物浦的下一个对手而已。

一则国际趣闻

来来来， 有好料看！！！　

















美国总统布什（还没轮到奥巴马＝））和伊拉克总理（你可以说他是美国的傀儡）在记者招待会之前亲切的握手，　互相寒暄。　



















当记者会进行途中，　突然有一位记者站起来，　他想干什么？

　

















只见那位记者仁兄拿起鞋子，　用尽吃奶之力，　把鞋子往布什的方向丢去！！！　哎哟哟，　够力咯～～～



















眼看布什就要中招了，　就在这千钧一发的时刻。。。。。。。。。。。。



















布什：　我闪！！！





















哎呀，　功亏一篑啊！！　唉。。。。。。














大内禁军卫队赶忙护驾，　并把刺客擒拿归案！

好了，　故事讲完了。。。。。。

［迟些就会更新在上个周末的活动照片，　敬请期待］　

P & C

Another thing I have learnt from ITP is P & C, which is stand for Private and Confidential.

In this few days, I've experience such situation for several times: Ei, Phang, pls stand aside, all my documents here are P & C, I'm sorry...

Walao, why so serious?? The 1st thing go into my brain was: Am i look like a spy? I am just looking for u or looking for something on your place, I did not mean to steal any P&C docements or information, y u so bother about it? Are they really so P&C that were not allowed to be viewed by anyone else? I don't quite understand...but anyhow, I will respect your P&C. In the future, I won't approach those P&C area.

I have a few suggestion for those ppl that i mention jus now:
1. If they are not allowed to be viewed by unauthorized person, pls keep it in a safety area instead of jus putting on your table or any places which is reachable by anybody.

2. If anyone really approach them, pls do not be so sensitive. Try to pretend like nothing happen, because your sensitivity will cause the curiousity of other ppl to investigate what r they really about.

3. Pls do not simply declare anything as P&C unless they really are.

Last but not least, I was really free in my recent training...

海角七号

通过金马奖颁奖典礼认识了<海角七号>这部台湾本土电影. 于是, 今天早上就托爸爸买了它的DVD回来看.
























故事剧情我就不介绍了, 有兴趣的朋友, 自己去找来看吧... :) 我可以和大家分享的就是, 如果你只喜欢剧情紧凑又高潮迭起, 加上强大的电脑特技效果的话, 抱歉了, 这部电影不适合你, 你可以skip掉它, 免得你会质疑金马奖的评审水平......^^

海角七号的取材背景是在台湾最南端的小市镇: 恆春, 一个风光明媚的海岸小镇. 这里, 你可以看到台南小镇的浓厚的乡土风味. 电影里穿插着台语, 华语和日语. 整个剧情铺排得有点过于平稳, 所以中间的部分会比较"显"......演员的"卡士"不怎么豪华(看之前, 我只认识范逸臣而已, 哈哈..). 我觉得演员的表现算是到位了, 就是没有很惊艳的表现, 但是却已经表现出了整部戏里面, 应该要给观众的东西. 剧情方面, 有一点我觉得导演没有交代清楚的地方, 就是范逸臣和友子从原本不爽对方, 突然进展到上床的地步, 我觉得很不可思议...友子可以从原本的认真,乖巧的形象, 一下子变成那么"豪放"......无言...哈哈...^^还有, 友子那时虽然喝醉了,心情也很差, 但是有没有生气到需要破坏范逸臣的家这个地步哦?? 至于配乐和插曲方面, 两个字: 很棒!!!

生命，只有一回！
夢想，不會只有一次！
錯過的愛情，只要肯回頭，還是有找回心靈相印的一天……。


人只能活一回，夢想卻有無數個，唯有放手一搏，才能知道機會屬不屬於自己……

我想, 这就是整套戏的中心思想了. .. 不要学那个日本人那样, 能够把爱意化为文字, 却没勇气去挑战命运中的难关, 结果?? 结局虽然唯美感人, 却一点都不幸福快乐, 没用!



Trailer ^^



国境之南MV

[转载]-- 上了大学才知道

这篇文章转载自朋友的blog, 她也是转载别人的。 觉得很有意思， 就抽精华出来放在这里。 哈哈。。。

上了大学才知道，原来中学老师教的是那么好，那么负责任。


上了大学才知道，课程会在你不经意间，拉下很多，期末考试前不一定能补回来。

上了大学才知道，钱用的是那么快，用钱的地方是那么多。

上了大学才知道，会遇到许多自己看不惯的人或事，但那与你无关，别人爱咋整随他便，别生不该生的气，不值。

上了大学才知道，会遇到很多诱惑，无论别人怎么样，你是你，你有你的原则和底限。

上了大学才知道，原来时间一空闲下来是那么无聊，丝毫没有中学的充实的感觉。

上了大学才知道，原来上课，吃饭，上自习常常得自己一个人。

上了大学才知道，有很多人的想法与做法你无法理解，或是根本不知道他在想什么，千万别在那揣摩或者瞎猜，那样会让自己累，既然人家要保持神秘感那就让人家保持去啊，自己又不是占星师。

其实它很长的， 不过我只选出我认为我在上了大学之后才懂的事情， 拿出来和大家共勉， 哈哈^^
不过我个人也不是很赞同里面每一个论点。人的确是很复杂的动物， 特别是女人。 但是， 还是要保留人性的真， 善， 美。 用最真挚的心去对待身边的人。 有时候如果你认为事物的背后没有那么阴暗， 它就真的没有那么阴暗。