<?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-11407154</id><updated>2012-01-30T04:12:55.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life~~Mein Leben</title><subtitle type='html'>My current life experience in a current place currently.  :&gt;
I am a full time Malaysian student in NUS, Singapore, but now staying in Germany for an student exchange Program in Munich (TUM) and an internship with Siemens in Bruchsal. Finally i get to stay in Europe, live, study and work like one of them. 1st time experience 4 seasons, snow, snow ball fighting, snow man, skiing, drink more beer and visit more cinemas than my pass 22 years' add up... wow... I cant believe it. Can you??</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111572099434616363</id><published>2006-12-31T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:19:08.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my Website!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hallo to all visitors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter who you are, where you are from, thanks for visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do sign my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guest book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and leave a greeting message in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chat box&lt;/span&gt; (right column) too because all of us are interested to know who are you and where you are from!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111572099434616363?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111572099434616363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111572099434616363&amp;isPopup=true' title='55 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111572099434616363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111572099434616363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2006/12/welcome-to-my-website.html' title='Welcome to my Website!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>55</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111883821922936387</id><published>2006-12-29T14:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:25:20.973+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life~~Mein Leben (Flash Back)</title><content type='html'>My wonderful time in Germany is going to end soon. And all the great time and fun that I have in Germany is flashing back in my mind. I planned to write them down in this seperated blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Life~~Mein Leben (Flash Back)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://javierooi.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://javierooi.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will describe about my life in Munich from Sept 2004 until Jan 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111883821922936387?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://javierooi.blogspot.com/' title='My Life~~Mein Leben (Flash Back)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111883821922936387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111883821922936387&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111883821922936387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111883821922936387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-lifemein-leben-flash-back.html' title='My Life~~Mein Leben (Flash Back)'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112211653237714783</id><published>2005-07-20T21:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T19:43:25.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SHEARES HALL!!!</title><content type='html'>After the 15 hours flight including transit in Bangkok, finally I have arrived at my hostel, where I stayed for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the life becomes as usual again.. study, sleep, study, sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well... now to think back the time in Germany... it is just like a dream....a wonderful dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~the end~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112211653237714783?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112211653237714783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112211653237714783&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112211653237714783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112211653237714783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/sheares-hall.html' title='SHEARES HALL!!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112211388255268253</id><published>2005-07-19T22:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T07:22:46.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In the plane...</title><content type='html'>Now it is the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a plane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking out from the window...&lt;br /&gt;looking down to the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany is getting smaller and smaller...&lt;br /&gt;The pain in my heart is getting stronger and stronger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the memory ...&lt;br /&gt;All the wonderful time...&lt;br /&gt;were flashing back in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;CDC, TUM, Studentenstadt, Bruchsal, Siemens, Reutlingen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears are licking.. in my heart...as the plane flies further and further away...&lt;br /&gt;Germany...&lt;br /&gt;what a wonderful Country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112211388255268253?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112211388255268253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112211388255268253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112211388255268253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112211388255268253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-plane.html' title='In the plane...'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112211208208680344</id><published>2005-07-19T21:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T11:57:58.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye... Germany</title><content type='html'>Well, My wonderful one year was about to end. I was talking train to Muenchen, the international Air port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel that Germany is my home. I am already used to the life here, the people, the weather, the food, the relaxation, and the most importantly, are the good friends that I got to know here.  But now the feeling that I have is.. I have to leave my home... oh no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like that. Life has to keep on going and new life and excitement are waiting for me ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I have a wonderful time in Germany. I would rather keeping this good memory in my mind than hoping it to replay again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Germany and all my friends over there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112211208208680344?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112211208208680344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112211208208680344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112211208208680344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112211208208680344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-bye-germany.html' title='Good Bye... Germany'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112211386780844348</id><published>2005-07-19T17:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T13:01:22.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To see my friends before I leave</title><content type='html'>Before I go to the Muenchen Airport, I spent sometime in the town to meet Jorge and Xiao Guai. Jorge is a good friend whom I got to know through Yu, my roommate in Studentenstadt.&lt;br /&gt;Jorge is doing his 2nd semester in TUM wheares I was in Bruchsal doing my internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see Jorge again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that Jorge had to rush back to prepare for his exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Xiao Guai came. Xiao Guai is another good friend of mine whom I met in CDC.&lt;br /&gt;She just finished her music piano entrance exam in Munich. Hope she can get a place there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 205px; height: 272px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 209px; height: 276px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Guai and I went a ice cream... my last ice cream in Germany....and also the most expensive one so far.... 8Euro!! ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to meet back Xiao Guai and we had lots of things to share.  After the ice cream I had to go to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, Jorge and Xiao Guai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112211386780844348?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112211386780844348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112211386780844348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112211386780844348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112211386780844348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-see-my-friends-before-i-leave.html' title='To see my friends before I leave'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112211205610787438</id><published>2005-07-17T17:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T07:11:51.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The last visitation in Reutlingen</title><content type='html'>After saying good bye to Benjamin, I was travelling to Reutlingen, with all my luggages!!! Total about 50Kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khon, Khaleda and I went to Freibad (Opened air pool) again. And that was also my last time at Freibad in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river below is at Reutlingen. The water is cristal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sunday evening, Benny held a BBQ dinner at his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khon was preparing Salat.... hhmmm... errr.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny was serving us. He grilled the food and served us. We were just sitting there and waited to eat... So nice of Benny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, my farewell dinner, was at asia restaurant... hehheeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Nasi Goreng and it tasted..... err.. er... good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only 4 of us. Heinrich came later as he had a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was quite funny. Khon and I just realise that we were wearing the same colour of clothes and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Benny's clothes were opposite of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heinrich finally came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken at Khon's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... that was my last night in Germany. in Reutlingen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Khon for inviting me again to Reutlingen, and also the time that we spent with Heinrich, Khalede and Benny there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me wish all of you..all the best for your studies, health and your future journey.&lt;br /&gt;Tschau!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112211205610787438?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112211205610787438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112211205610787438&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112211205610787438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112211205610787438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/last-visitation-in-reutlingen.html' title='The last visitation in Reutlingen'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112210790114206305</id><published>2005-07-16T00:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T10:52:36.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Baden Wuerttemberg Youth Camp!!</title><content type='html'>Immediately after the trip to Erlangen, I went home, packed my stuffs, then Benjamin picked me up and brought me to a Christian Youth Camp. It was held at Unteroewisheim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I havent camped before last time. Thats why....&lt;br /&gt;He is one of the children leaders over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youths came from all over cities from Baden Wuerttemberg, like Heidelberg, Karlsruhe, Mannheim, Bruchsal ect. Total was about 1300 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the tent where I stayed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a tent for quite time and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1300 people gather in a big hall for praise and worship. They sang english and german christian song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, there was a volleyball tournament. Cities against cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 3 days events. But I just stayed there one night and then need to proceed to Reutlingen to visit Khon the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin left the camp to drive me to pick up my luggage, which I left in his house, then drove me to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also the time when I needed to say good bye to Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT02371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT02371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin, vielen Dank fuer die Zeit in Bruchsal. Treffen wir uns wieder vielleicht in Singapore!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Alles Gute und Viel Erfolg in Canada und viel viel Lebensfreude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112210790114206305?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112210790114206305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112210790114206305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112210790114206305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112210790114206305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/baden-wuerttemberg-youth-camp.html' title='Baden Wuerttemberg Youth Camp!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112210572413808807</id><published>2005-07-16T00:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T10:30:12.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit Clement!!</title><content type='html'>Before I  leave Germany, I planed to visit Clement. He stayed in Erlangen, about 5 hours train ride from Bruchsal. Before reaching Erlangen, I will to transit in Nuernberg. So might as well visit the big city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuernberg is very big and beautiful. Below are some photos of Nuernberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe or not.... That was my 1st ice blended coffee in Germany...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending about 5 hours in Nuernberg, I travelled further to Erlangen to meet Clement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLEMENT!!!&lt;br /&gt;The building behind is where he stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement is going to cook dinner for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement is dancing!!!  heheheeh no no... He is killing flying insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and Clement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet Clement's housemate, from China. We went out for a drink after the sumptious meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was also the day before I left Bruchsal. Got to leave to Bruchsal the next day to continue packing my stuffs, then check out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112210572413808807?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112210572413808807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112210572413808807&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112210572413808807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112210572413808807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/visit-clement.html' title='Visit Clement!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112210476760215407</id><published>2005-07-16T00:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T10:22:47.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My 4th Operation in Germany, Erbach</title><content type='html'>This is rediculous i think... My nose operation in Karlsruhe was not really successful!! The ENT doctor in Bruchsal sent me to Erbach for a laser conchotomy treatment. It was about 2.30 hours ride by train. So... I took my bicycle with me, travelled by train to Erbach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operation was quite simple. The doctor shot the laser ray in the nose and burnt the nose shell. During the operation, I could see smoke was flowing out my nose, and I smelled BBQ..&lt;br /&gt;The time needed was only about 1 hour total. Then I travelled around the town of Erbach and taken some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112210476760215407?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112210476760215407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112210476760215407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112210476760215407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112210476760215407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-4th-operation-in-germany-erbach.html' title='My 4th Operation in Germany, Erbach'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112210194948301126</id><published>2005-07-16T00:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T09:36:52.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What a coincidence.</title><content type='html'>That day was very funny. I was going to Heidelberg by train.  When the train arrived, whom do you think I saw in the train? Khon and Hung!! They were also on the way to Heidelberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was their 1st time visiting Heidelberg. So, I was their tourist guide... so to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung and Khon, on the old bridge. Die Altebruecke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung and Khon, on the way up to the philosophenweg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the hill, picture of the innerstadt, die Altebruecke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/schloss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 429px; height: 239px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/schloss1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most famous castle: The ruined castle of Heidelberg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112210194948301126?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112210194948301126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112210194948301126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112210194948301126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112210194948301126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-coincidence.html' title='What a coincidence.'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112111834796966068</id><published>2005-07-16T00:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T08:56:13.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The most happening day in Bruchsal.... so far</title><content type='html'>Bruchsal.... a very small and expensive town...all the while is very quiet and empty.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruchsal Baroque Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when I was cycling from the health club back home, WAH!!! lots of people!! Then I realised about what Christoph ( the polish German Guy) told me about the Castle Fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were drinks, food, games... performance....very very crowded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00971.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112111834796966068?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112111834796966068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112111834796966068&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112111834796966068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112111834796966068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/most-happening-day-in-bruchsal-so-far.html' title='The most happening day in Bruchsal.... so far'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112111797384122798</id><published>2005-07-16T00:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T08:51:51.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd visit to Reutlingen</title><content type='html'>HHmmmm my 3rd time to Reutlingen. We planned to go to Europapark(like Disneyland) but ended up it didnt work out. The night of my arrival, Khon and I went to a pub for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 247px; height: 211px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo below was taken in Tuebingen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with some friends. All of them are german excepts the one standing top right.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of the visit was quite special. Heinrich took us to Kayaking ... in the MIDNIGHT!!  It was very fun. 1st of all, I havent done this before. 2nd, it was in the midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left, Jason, Khon, Benny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the front, Jason, Khon, Heinrich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo was taken before we realised that the colour of their T-shirts represents the colour of the traffic light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heinrich, Khon, Benny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrangement of the colour above also reminds me of an advertisement in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Translation: Do you want to go out with me? Green-Yes; Yellow-maybe; (   )- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112111797384122798?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112111797384122798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112111797384122798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112111797384122798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112111797384122798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/3rd-visit-to-reutlingen.html' title='3rd visit to Reutlingen'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112110609437743550</id><published>2005-07-16T00:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T08:24:46.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh? what fest is that??</title><content type='html'>Benjamin called me one day and asked if I wanna go to Bretten, as there was a fest: Peter und Paul Fest. But to take part in this fest, one must have a pass. Of course this pass can be bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo below is the town of Bretten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this fest, is for the rememberance of the life and time of the past. So the residents who took part in this fest would dress up like in the ancient time and reacted the life. They would eat and sleep like in the ancient time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind me was one of the family's tent (home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo below is interesing. They were acting as if there was a competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this event was kicked off, there was a parade. Below are 2 photos of the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112110609437743550?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112110609437743550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112110609437743550&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112110609437743550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112110609437743550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/huh-what-fest-is-that.html' title='Huh? what fest is that??'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112111921061037699</id><published>2005-07-14T00:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T23:30:01.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I normally eat for dinner??</title><content type='html'>The life here in Germany not like in Sheares Hall, a student hostel in NUS(National Uni of Singapore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here  I have to cooooookk every day!! Since then I start to like cooking.&lt;br /&gt;An interesting question which is always asked by my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jason, have you eaten? what are you going to cook for dinner? "&lt;br /&gt;And my answer was always the same. : Meat, soup vege, rice or paste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think  it might be more interesting if I post this photo here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Behold!!! MY DINNER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112111921061037699?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112111921061037699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112111921061037699&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112111921061037699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112111921061037699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-do-i-normally-eat-for-dinner.html' title='What do I normally eat for dinner??'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112111913044697667</id><published>2005-07-13T23:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T00:50:44.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day with Siemens</title><content type='html'>Well well well.... Today was my last day with Siemens. After working from 3.2.05 till 11.7.05...&lt;br /&gt;The time passed damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The department had a small farewell party for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my supervisor in the department&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boss passed me gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It group was from another department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the secretaries of the departments, who took care of me a lot. They helped me to appeal for an extra accomodation allowance in Siemens (100 euro per month), which was successful, gave me fruits, drinks, cake, chocolate and biscuits...&lt;br /&gt;My sponsored spanish course was also because one of them helping me to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my time in Siemens was fantastic!! Free coffee, cheap and nice food, friendly colleagues...&lt;br /&gt;Now. for me... it was just like a dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112111913044697667?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112111913044697667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112111913044697667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112111913044697667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112111913044697667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/last-day-with-siemens.html' title='The last day with Siemens'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112109608167923213</id><published>2005-07-12T17:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T19:53:21.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The reborn of Jason</title><content type='html'>Well, this day is very special. It is the day of my baptism. I am glad that my parents didnt reject , but support me in stead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baptism was held at the lake of Untergrombach. Click the title: The reborn of Jason to see some photos of the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracle happened on that day itself. The weather report said that it would rain the whole day from the early morning. Yupe... it rained the whole morning, the whole sky was full of dark cloud. I was thinking : hhmm... will they postpone the baptism??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the ceremony of the baptism started, the sun started shining and the dark cloud started to disappear. WOW!!! The sky became very bright and clear. I couldnt believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the people from the church gathering around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then every baptism candidates had to give their testinomy, about why they wanna get baptised. For me, I said how I got to know Jesus and why I wanna get baptised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is my testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" lang="DE"&gt;Mein Name ist Jason. Ich bin aus Malaysia und bin in Bruchsal wegen eines studenten Austauschprogrames. Ich bin Christ seit ich 17 Jahre alt bin und davor war ich buddhist. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Wie habe ich Jesus angenommen? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Damals habe ich einen christlichen Freund kennengelernt. Er hat mich in ein jugend Camp eingeladen. Dort habe ich Jesus angenommen. Aber damals&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;war der Grund nicht wegen Jesus, sondern der freundlichkeit von meinen Freunden. Dann bin ich jede Woche zum Gottesdienst und Jugendtreff gegangen, dadurch hatte ich mehr Gelegenheit, Jesus kennenzulernen. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ein Jahr spaeter habe ich mich entschieden, dass ich mich taufen lassen wollte. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt; Aber leider hat meine Mutter abgesagt. Sie hat gesagt, dass ich warten soll bis ich 21 bin. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Und jetzt bin ich schon 24. Gott sei Dank.. ich habe letzte Woche von Damaris zufaellig von dieser Taufe erfahren. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Dann habe ich daran gedacht, dass jetzt vielleicht der richtige Moment ist. Wenn ich mich jetzt nicht taufen lassen wuerde, dann weiss ich nicht, bis wann ich noch warten muesste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also.... ich habe&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mit meinen Eltern darueber gesprochen und es war ueberraschend, dass sie mich unterstuetzen .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Das ist aber schade, dass meine Eltern jetzt nicht bei mir sind. Aber zumindest sind meine Freunde von der Gemeinde und von Tuebingen hier fuer mich. Danke Allen!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has arrived, when Jason was prepared to die, and rise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just about to die :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jason is reborn!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was cold... no joke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the baptism, the pastors went straight in the lake for..for FUN~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the baptism there was celebration. Since my parents were unfortunately not there, there were 2 families acting to be my family, they prepared food and everything for me.&lt;br /&gt;The two family: Sarah's Parent and Damaris &amp; her Husband.  We had BBQ!!!!!!!! STEAK STEAK STEAK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all of us adjourned to the house, wherethe BBQ and eating "ceremony" was held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT!!! who are they??  They are Khon, Heinrich and Benjamin!!&lt;br /&gt;Khon and Heinrich came from Reutlingen and Tuebingen to Bruchsal to witness me going through the water baptism. It was so great that they came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate and ate, then we went for swimming in the lake. We swam at least few kilometer back and forth from one end to the other end. The lakes in Germany are pretty safe for swimming. Not like in Malaysia, there are snake, crocodile and... ai yeh... I dont know what there are...and of course poisones bacteria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming we were so exhausted, we went for... ICE CREAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupe.. this photo was taken just before Heinrich and Khon leaving Bruchsal. It is also the last time that I will see Khon and Heinrich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what should I say... it was too bad that my parents couldnt be there for me during the baptism, at least Benjamin, Sarah, Damaris, Khon and Heinrich were there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01033.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112109608167923213?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/06/very-relaxing-saturday.html' title='The reborn of Jason'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112109608167923213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112109608167923213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112109608167923213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112109608167923213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/reborn-of-jason.html' title='The reborn of Jason'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112109671486997618</id><published>2005-07-11T17:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:12:23.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The church in Bruchsal</title><content type='html'>When I just came to Bruchsal, I found a church. It is called  Christliche Gemeinde Bruchsal&lt;br /&gt;It is a free evangelist church. Not so tradisional. There is where I met Benjamin and Sarah, and the rest of the people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the service started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church is quite small. I think... there are about 100 members. During the praise and worship, they sing german and english songs, modern and hymns. The pianists are great!! I like their playing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an opportunity to play for the sunday service once, just after my wisdom teeth operation. :D  heheehhe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112109671486997618?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112109671486997618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112109671486997618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112109671486997618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112109671486997618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/church-in-bruchsal.html' title='The church in Bruchsal'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112038278318711708</id><published>2005-07-07T11:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:34:03.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meeting with a Singaporean...</title><content type='html'>I met up with a Singaporean, who has been studying in Germany, Mannheim Uni for at least 2 to 3 years. His name is Augustine. All the while we only communicated through Email as he was the treassurer or SSAG( Singapore Student Association Germany).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met each other in Speyer. I suggested that place as I hadnt been there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augustine and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some scenary photos of Speyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo below, they are selling white asparagus. Was told that it tastes very good. But I find it tastes like normal vegetables. Btw, Bruchsal has the largest production of white asparagus in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a one day trip. So since the town is also not that big, I left the town before 4 pm... then go for sauna in the health club.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112038278318711708?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112038278318711708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112038278318711708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112038278318711708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112038278318711708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/meeting-with-singaporean.html' title='A Meeting with a Singaporean...'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112033790239321943</id><published>2005-07-06T22:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T09:19:14.176+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergy Test</title><content type='html'>Before the nose operation, the doctor asked me to go through a test for allergy. This test can detect 30 types of allergies. 1st the nurse numbered from 1 to 15 on my right arm and then 16 to 30 on my left arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on every number she droped different allergy liquids and then poked my arm where the liquids were located with a needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later if there is a red mark at the respective number, that means I have the allergy.&lt;br /&gt;The result showed that I have 2 types of allergies. Dust allergies.&lt;br /&gt;As expected since young, that my nose is quite sensitive with dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at least now it is confirmed that my nose is sensitive towards dust.&lt;br /&gt;Must keep my room very very clean now... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112033790239321943?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112033790239321943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112033790239321943&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112033790239321943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112033790239321943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/allergy-test.html' title='Allergy Test'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112038401545566900</id><published>2005-07-05T11:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:47:18.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting the Neighbour of Germany...</title><content type='html'>I spent one day in France, Strasbourg. It is actually very near to the place where I stay, Bruchsal. It takes 1.30 hour for me to reach there by train. Anyway, the photos below are the scenery from Strasbourg. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people there they speak french and german. So I dont have to worry about communication barrier. When I was asking direction, I would ask: Do you speak english?? or German??&lt;br /&gt;They will surely say german...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken when I was sitting and enjoying a glass of bier at one of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building on the water... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tram looks more classy than the one in Germany...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food there is not cheap....more ex than in Germany...The ice cream is also very ex!! 2 time the price....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today. So Long folks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112038401545566900?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112038401545566900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112038401545566900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112038401545566900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112038401545566900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/visiting-neighbour-of-germany.html' title='Visiting the Neighbour of Germany...'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112033858207831391</id><published>2005-07-04T23:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:09:26.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>After the nose operation...</title><content type='html'>WOW!!! I havent experienced before to breathe to freely through my nose!! It is amazing....&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel so comfortable breathing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I just realised one thing.... Does anyone know how is the number "5" in cantonese read?&lt;br /&gt;You have to close your mouth and say "NGM.." (something like that) and let the air flow out through nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time since young till before the operation, I actually found it hard to say that word as the air couldnt flow out through my nose easily.&lt;br /&gt;Now finally I can say that word clearly and soundly!!!HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NGM NGM NGM~~~!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112033858207831391?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112033858207831391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112033858207831391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112033858207831391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112033858207831391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/after-nose-operation.html' title='After the nose operation...'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112033565042871952</id><published>2005-07-03T22:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T11:21:19.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It is the day!! Jason was BORN !!!</title><content type='html'>HO HO!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was my 2nd time celebrating my Bday in Germany!! The 1st time was in Heidelberg with Xiao Qing and Geng Tao. Now it was in Bruchsal and the Weingarten!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague at Siemens baked a cake for me as a BDay present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe that it is a homebaked cake. It looks and tastes so nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working, I had a small BBQ party at Weingarten's Lakeside with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lake at Weingarten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends!! From left: Benjamin, Sarah, Yu and Christoph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so fun and comfortable to do BBQ in Germany during summer, as the weather is cooling and there is no mosquito. Besides, the sun shines till about 11pm. Before we started cooking, we played volleyball, with 2 other friends whom we just got to know there. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben was taking photo of me taking photo :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was my Bday candles. hehehee so unique.. because we didnt buy bday cake, so... we only have candles but no cake :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCH DOCH!! we have lots of cake acually. Sarah the sweet girl baked lots of sweet muffins for us. Wah... so sweet~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold......... TA TA~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really taste very nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 24th Bday was in deed really special and unique.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Christoph, Yu, Benjamin and Sarah for coming, and specially to Yu, in spite of his working schedule he travelled from Stuttgart to Bruchsal nonetheless to celebrate with me and then travelled back to Stuttgart again the next day at 6.30am :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, thanks to Benjamin and Sarah for helping me to organize this BBQ and create a wonderful memory for me to bring back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herzlichen DANK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112033565042871952?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112033565042871952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112033565042871952&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112033565042871952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112033565042871952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-is-day-jason-was-born.html' title='It is the day!! Jason was BORN !!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112033480252138552</id><published>2005-07-02T22:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:36:32.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nose Operation in Germany... :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a experience that I have in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; during student exchange program... I was just discharged from St Vincentious Hospital in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Karlsruhe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; after being admitted for 8 days for a nose operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also my 1st time having full anesthesia( in German-Narkose). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;23.6 was the day of the operation. All of us in the room have to wake up at &lt;st1:time hour="6" minute="30"&gt;6.30am&lt;/st1:time&gt;, the nurse would come and check our temperature and blood pressure. I took a shower and then changed into the surgery suit and waited for my turn for the operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Bild(4)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Bild%284%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was at &lt;st1:time hour="13" minute="0"&gt;1pm.&lt;/st1:time&gt; 2 nurses pushed my bed into the surgery room and I had to changed to another surgery bed. And then another nurse pushed the bed to another room where I saw more doctors and nurses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One Narkose doctor told me that he was going to insert a needle into my arm and then the other doctor sticked few sensors on my chest to sense my heart beat. Very soon the Narkose doctor said: Now I am going to insert the NArkose. Few seconds later you would be asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly I felt difficulty on breathing and my eye visions was getting blur. I told the doctors I couldn’t breathe. Then immediately I went unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The time past very fast as if another few seconds later, I woke up and found myself in the previous ward. When I woke up that time, I remember I asked a nurse, : the operation is over?” She said Yes. Then was at &lt;st1:time hour="16" minute="0"&gt;4pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;. My nose was in bandaged. I could only use my mouth to breathe. I rest on my bed…had dinner at &lt;st1:time hour="17" minute="30"&gt;5.30pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;..and then sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The nightmare began at about 9pm. Totally I vomited blood 4 times , had very bad headache, couldn’t sleep the whole night. Was so dizzy. The more I vomited, the more bleeding from my nose. The cotton stick on my nose had to be changed very now and then. The worst thing was, my eyes were bleeding in tears. Basically my whole face was covered with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The whole night I was so thirsty, my mouth was so dry but I couldn’t drink water or else I would vomit. Even without drinking water I vomited anyway. Wah…. That night was so terrible. I kept on calling the nurse to come after vomiting and she would give me another vomit bag, and then give me ice pack to place around my neck so that I wouldn’t feel so hot. The nurse gave me pain killer for my headache. Seriously, it was also my 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; time in my life that I got headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next morning I felt much better. No more vomiting. But my tear was still in red color. My nose was very itching but couldn’t scratch it as it was covered with bandage. Really hope the time would past faster.&lt;/p&gt;Any, the time passed quite fast though.. I have interesting wardmates( one german and another one Italien). We have been chatting the whole day for few days, we watched DVD, Jap anime together ( I had my laptop with me)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I walked around in the hospital and I saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Bild(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Bild%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The helicopter is like ambulance. gaya.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, what did I do in the hospital? I cycled out from the hospital to the old city to do some sightseeing and shopping. I found a piano shop and spent about 1hour to play their piano and I bought 2 piano books and 1 CD. heheheeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stay in the hospital I felt that I was on my holiday or in some training camp... I could go anyway I want ( of course I must not let the nurses know about it) and we(my wardmates and I) watched movie till midnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is another weird experience that an exchange student would get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112033480252138552?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112033480252138552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112033480252138552&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112033480252138552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112033480252138552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/07/nose-operation-in-germany-p.html' title='Nose Operation in Germany... :P'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111941785190626519</id><published>2005-06-22T19:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T07:24:11.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Away for 1 WEEK !!!</title><content type='html'>HAllo to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be away for one week for a nose operation. I am suffering from Muschelhyperplasie and Septumdeviation which cause me cant breathe through nose properly. I have this since I was born and I am already used to it. But somehow (long story..) I discovered about my nose problem and it is also confirmed by ENT (Ear,Nose and Throat) specialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get this operation done I need to travel to Karlsruhe hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... this will be my... 3rd operation in Germany. the 1st and the 2nd time were my wisdom teeth operation. So now I need to get prepare for 1 week clothing, entertainment.... dont know what to expect as it is my 1st time to be admitted in a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one week cant go online. ( dont know how to survive without internet... :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I afraid of the operation??&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would say yes... but I am very much looking forward to it, looking forward to breathe better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This operation costs in National University Hospital (NUH) 1500EUR. Here in Germany it is covered by the insurance. I just need to pay 10eur per day for hospitalisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then. I need to continue packing and then catch the train.&lt;br /&gt;All of you take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alles Liebe&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111941785190626519?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111941785190626519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111941785190626519&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111941785190626519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111941785190626519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/06/away-for-1-week.html' title='Away for 1 WEEK !!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111899478182956453</id><published>2005-06-17T09:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T12:01:28.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Making good use of me???</title><content type='html'>ok ok ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my job is getting interesting. I am working in 3 departments now. 2 Logistics department and purchasing department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the timetable is like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.45am- 10.00am COM SC ML FN CLC BSL PCGN (Logistics)&lt;br /&gt;10.00am-12.30pm COM SP C LP (Purchasing)&lt;br /&gt;1.30pm-3.30pm COM SC ML FN CLC BSL IP (Logistics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have lesser time to write my blog, or read online articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have much time left for internship. So really have to make use of this opportunity to learn as much as possible and also to contribute as much as I am able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the head of the departments for giving me a broader working experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the new department, the coffee machine is even more gaya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gaya is our hokkien word means cool in english/Geil is German)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a FOC automated coffee machine with about 10 choices. You can have wien coffee, italian coffee, capuccino, normal coffee, mocha offica, chocolate drink... thats all I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just realised that Siemens doesnt provide free coffee to everything departments. I notice that in the production department, the workers have to buy from the automated machine which is located just outside their departments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. coffee time now... bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111899478182956453?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111899478182956453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111899478182956453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111899478182956453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111899478182956453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/06/making-good-use-of-me.html' title='Making good use of me???'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111861455861813876</id><published>2005-06-14T13:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T13:53:17.300+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A very relaxing Saturday...</title><content type='html'>I have been told about this lake in Untergrombach near the place where I stay. The lake is called  der Baggersee. Thats why on one saturday I decided to cycle there. It took me about 20 minutes to reach Untergrombach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I braucht book, drink&amp; snacks and a big carpet with me. Lied down on the soft grass and ...rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were doing BBQ or picnics there, some swim or row boat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I spent about 2 hours there resting, then I cycled to the health club for sauna and continued ...resting.  what a easy life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111861455861813876?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111861455861813876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111861455861813876&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111861455861813876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111861455861813876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/06/very-relaxing-saturday.html' title='A very relaxing Saturday...'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111844153984825804</id><published>2005-06-11T00:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T07:58:53.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'>They are from Poland!!</title><content type='html'>Heute ist ganz toll, weil ich einige Freunde aus Poland kennengelernt habe. Wir haben gemeinsam in Pavillion Bier getrunken. In dieser Gruppe ist ein von ihnen aus Kroatia und anderer ist Deutsche. Ganz toll und interessant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie haben fuer chinesische Sprache Interesse, und wollen lernen, wie man in einem chinesischen Laden Essen bestellt :" Ich moechte gerne Mee Goreng."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin ueberrascht, da Mee Goreng eigentlich malayisches Wort ist und ich kann trotzdem malayisch in Deutschland hoeren. Geil...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe Christoph, der aus Poland ist, in dem Fitness studio kennengelernt. Und heute hat er mich eingeladen, in Pavillion Pub zum Trinken gehen und deswegen habe ich sie alle getroffen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was fuer ein guter Tag ist das.... Wunderschoen....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111844153984825804?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111844153984825804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111844153984825804&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111844153984825804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111844153984825804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/06/they-are-from-poland.html' title='They are from Poland!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111559305388893751</id><published>2005-06-10T00:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T12:25:30.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMA PAPA, how do I exist??</title><content type='html'>Kids here usually will ask their parents, how they exist in this world, where they are from. I have forgotten if I asked such a question to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Germany, this is how the parents answer their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: This bird carried you from far far away and give you to me. Asked me to become your mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another version&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Untergrombach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: I pray to God that He will give me a baby. There is where I collect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone know other versions??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111559305388893751?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111559305388893751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111559305388893751&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111559305388893751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111559305388893751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/06/mama-papa-how-do-i-exist.html' title='MAMA PAPA, how do I exist??'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111680113243403242</id><published>2005-06-09T10:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T10:46:08.203+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what did I discover!!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TA TA~~~~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;German Snail, the Snail-man!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;German Squirrel, the Squir-man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but no least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE FRIENDLY PEOPLE HERE, the GER-MAN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111680113243403242?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111680113243403242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111680113243403242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111680113243403242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111680113243403242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/06/guess-what-did-i-discover.html' title='Guess what did I discover!!??'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111749097468159600</id><published>2005-06-08T00:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:22:00.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What should do I during the 4 day-long weekend??</title><content type='html'>Ok... There is another long weekend holiday. From Thursday till sunday. I travelled to Reutlingen to bother Khon again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my arrival immediate Khon took me to a BBQ organised by his cousin, Hung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Germany there are lots of big green ground, especially by the lake. The germans family or groups of friends will have BBQ outing as the weather is so good, no mosquito, longer day time during summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than BBQ, we went to Freibad (open air bath) in Tübingen. Now it is already summer and the germans will go to Freibad for swimming and sun bathing since there is only one quartel of the year when the sun shines strongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freibad in Tübingen has a very big field with beautiful soft grass and lots of trees as well as swimming pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Freibad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet this girl, Khaleda, german from Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she is very friendly and easy to mix with. She is still stuying and wants to become children teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Freibad we went for ice cream again. Ice cream in Germany is very important..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; WIDTH: 229px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 172px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; WIDTH: 232px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 174px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me talk more about the Quang's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khon has 3 other younger brothers. 2 of them are twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, one of his twin brothers names Jason too. It was quite confusing at Khon's place as I dont know if Khon, his mum or dad is calling me or another Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 kids below are Khon's cousins. They are very active and playful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; WIDTH: 264px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 198px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; WIDTH: 267px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 200px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me talk about Khon's mum speciality. Vietnamese Food!!&lt;br /&gt;Actually honestly I havent eaten before Vietnamese food until when I was at Khon's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I find it very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a piece of rice paper. It is hard like plastic intially. 1st it has to be wet in the water and then place it on a plate. Put whatever ingredient that you wish like prawn, meat, beansprout, veges, white noodle and so on. Then you wrap it and rolling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you will get finally. Pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his mum baked Pau!! Very delicious. Even though they complained that the pau contained too less salt, I liked it very much. Khon's mum packed some for me to bring back to Bruchsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out to meet Hung and Hung's friend, Michalle, who intend to do his PhD in german language and literature studies. Currently he is teaching german latin. We went to Tübingen, and rented a cycling boat to cycling along the Neckar river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neckar Town in Tübingen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michalle and Hung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chasing after the swan... and ducks too... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the scenary was also very nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Neckar Beer Garten to have some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up Heinrich and Khaleda again one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the back: Khaleda, Khon, Heinrich and I&lt;br /&gt;Four of us were playing piano at the same time!! Piano quartet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday night, as it is the beginning of the weekend, many students will gather around at the market square of Tübingen, sit on the floor, drink bier and chit chat. I wont see that in Malaysia or Singapore as it is illegal to gather around in the public. It was very unique and special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khaleda, I, Khon and the Camera man:Heinrich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many groups scattering around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the Neckar river, there are many nice and antique houses at the side. At then there is a wall, where one can sit on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo above, in the middle on the bricks wall(which is still not occupied),we were sitting there. We bought ice cream.. again... and on on the wall. Heard that sitting on this wall is very typical in Tübingen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khon and Heinrich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Legs :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Khaleda, Heinrich and Michalle, I have also met two more medic student, Daniel and Benedict.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel is from USA, studying medinice is the Uni of Tübingen.&lt;br /&gt;Benedict, a german, will be coming over to Singapore for his internship at Singapore General Hospital. I have given him my contact and will be bringing him around Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would say again that I have had another great time in Reutlingen. Thanks to Khon, his parents and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111749097468159600?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111749097468159600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111749097468159600&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111749097468159600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111749097468159600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-should-do-i-during-4-day-long.html' title='What should do I during the 4 day-long weekend??'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111774535716230829</id><published>2005-06-07T10:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T10:02:35.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tier Park</title><content type='html'>In the town (Forst) where Sarah lives, there is a animal farm. Like a mini zoo, with different type of animals from other part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCKEY: HEE HOO HEE HOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the cute litte white horse......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but un momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai yeh............. so urgly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; WIDTH: 225px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 210px" height="213" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00341.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" height="211" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00312.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This monkey is very agressive. Benjamin was feeding him a small piece of apple, the monkey, in stead of taking the apple, he graped Benjamin's whole hand. scary... unheimlich..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;The Black and white. (The colour is natural).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" height="214" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00265.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; WIDTH: 280px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 215px" height="199" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00181.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Behold: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; WIDTH: 374px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 306px" height="297" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00281.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111774535716230829?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111774535716230829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111774535716230829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111774535716230829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111774535716230829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/06/tier-park.html' title='Tier Park'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111559374525181753</id><published>2005-06-06T11:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T11:10:50.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Winter. Hello Summer...</title><content type='html'>Winter is finally over. Water Sport resorts can also finally start their business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin, Sarah and I went to a Lake resort at Heidesee. There was a resort opening day. Free entrance (Only for the opening day or else it costs I think €3). There were games, foods and performance. There was this game which Ben and I played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to pull the car with this rope and Ben was supposed to push and adjust the stearing wheal of the car so that the car will pass through 2 poles, without knocking them down.&lt;br /&gt;Forth and back with the most minimum time consumption. Still waiting for the result see if we can win anything...heheh...  I guess no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Benjamin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111559374525181753?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111559374525181753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111559374525181753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111559374525181753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111559374525181753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/06/goodbye-winter-hello-summer.html' title='Goodbye Winter. Hello Summer...'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111749160151785522</id><published>2005-06-03T14:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:33:26.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploring the unexplored...</title><content type='html'>One day I was very bored.... I went out for cycling but forgot to bring my map and therefore I decided to explore the outskirt of the town without knowing where I will head to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was cycling up the hill, on my left I saw this narrow street...It seems to me that it will lead me to somewhere mysterious. So I was thinking.. should I go in ... should I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in nevertheless.... since the road is nicely formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after passing through the dark path... I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!! It's a big big farm. I see no house, I see no people except for some flying insects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cycled and cycled but it seems that there is no ending... I dont know where the road will lead me to if I keep on cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I was tired and I cycled back home and sleep. hehehee:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the way, I bought 2 scoops of ice cream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111749160151785522?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111749160151785522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111749160151785522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111749160151785522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111749160151785522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/06/exploring-unexplored.html' title='Exploring the unexplored...'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111680123204622119</id><published>2005-06-02T09:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T09:35:08.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>kuak kuak kuak kuak..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00642.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I was still in Tuebingen, during the invitation in Reutlingen, Heinrich invited us to visit a museum in the castle of Tuebingen. This museum is very amusing. Any famous piece of work or history, a donald duck model is constructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Duckstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ducka Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111680123204622119?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111680123204622119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111680123204622119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111680123204622119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111680123204622119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/06/kuak-kuak-kuak-kuak.html' title='kuak kuak kuak kuak..........'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111749152303037397</id><published>2005-05-31T00:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T10:58:57.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A wise man without wisdom</title><content type='html'>HHmmm...Now it has been 2 weeks after my wisdom teeth operation.  I am still recovering now and almost reaching 95% of my optinum health. My gum is still a bit swollen, and my jaw still hurts slightly when I open my mouth wide big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a photo of my upper wisdom teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/My%20wisdom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/My%20wisdom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lower one have been thrown away by the doctor as they were already cut or sawed into pieces during the operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can start eating meat, do sport and drink Coffee as well as Sangria!!! The hardtime is over and now I am living my life without wisdom......  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111749152303037397?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111749152303037397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111749152303037397&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111749152303037397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111749152303037397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/05/wise-man-without-wisdom.html' title='A wise man without wisdom'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111559248576529921</id><published>2005-05-27T12:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T12:41:37.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold..........Jäger....meister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; WIDTH: 245px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 346px" height="339" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00431.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jägermeister is 35% alcohol beverage, made from 56 herbs, fruits, woods, barks and roots from all over the world. For example, cinnamon from Sri Lanka, bitter oranges from Australia, ginger root from southern Asia, red sandalwood from East India, blueberries from Europe... and, of course, the secret herbs for the secret recipe developed by Curt Mast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It tastes like yomeshu but stronger in alcohol content. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is be mixed to become different types of cocktails. With ice cubes;Fresh fruit;Fruit juices;Other soft drinks (Coca-Cola, bitter lemon...);Cocktail cherries;Various types of syrup;Milk;Cream;Ice cream etc...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have tried with chocolate moose + chocolate ice cream... :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It must be served ice cold! Must keep the bottle in the freezer. It wont freeze... dont worry..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My 1st encouter with Jägermeister was when I was working as a waiter in a german restaurant in Penang when some german customer ordered Jägermeister. I have forgotten totally about it until Jasmine mentioned it in one of my article : &lt;em&gt;La Sangria~~My favourite Beverage &lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This bottle (0.7L) costs about €8.50. When I bought it, it was on promotion. €6.50. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zum Wohl!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111559248576529921?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111559248576529921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111559248576529921&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111559248576529921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111559248576529921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/05/beholdjgermeister.html' title='Behold..........Jäger....meister'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111680196123304978</id><published>2005-05-26T08:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:31:00.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unforgetable Weekend</title><content type='html'>Few weeks ago Khon came to Bruchsal to visit me. And now is the time for me to visit him inReutlingen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best weekends that I have ever had in Germany. I travelled to Reutlingen during Pfingstensfeiertage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that guy behind the door??&lt;br /&gt;come out... dont be shy.... Ang gu gu Ang gu gu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The house of Khon Quang Quang Quang!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that I really enjoy my time in Reutlingen. I really felt at home. One of the reason is his parent speak cantonese. Another interesting thing is, they speak cantonese + german. As for my family, we speak cantonese+english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khon's parent, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khon's mum and dad are very nice and caring. She cooked lots of vietnamese food for me to eat... Then the dad taught me how to fix bicycle so that I can save of money in the future during my stay in Germany. Thanks to them alot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/CIMG0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/CIMG0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above this the Quang's Family. Including Khon's uncle and aunty, cousins. Later at night we went for bowling with his uncles und his father. They are very cool though..&lt;br /&gt;The warm feeling is just like as if I am eating with my family and relatives.. All of them speak cantonese!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is I dont only get to know Khon's family and relative, but also some of his friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Heinrich and Khon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heinrich is german, studying medicine in Tuebingen University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is another version of "bowling".Ahh.. I have forgotten the name of this game again.&lt;br /&gt;The ball is smaller and lighter, with 2 or without hole for fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khon: You cant see me you cant see me ... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day time we went for sight seeing, visiting the town of Reutlingen and Tuebingen. In between we went for ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the ice cream shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some scenery photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Neckar River in Tuebingen. If one follows the current of this river, he will reach Heidelberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old town in Reutlingen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tuebingen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tuebingen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night there were parties at a park in Tuebingen. There were live concerts, food and drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for swimming, badminton, sauna and steam room during the day time but too bad... no photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the time passed really very fast. And now I am in the office working as usual... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again. I would like to express my heartly gratitude to Khon and his family for their warm hospitality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111680196123304978?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111680196123304978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111680196123304978&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111680196123304978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111680196123304978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/05/unforgetable-weekend.html' title='An Unforgetable Weekend'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112255801049947653</id><published>2005-05-25T15:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:43:24.190+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch at Romanian German's home</title><content type='html'>After the sunday service, I was invited by the worship leader to her home for lunch. She and her husband are german from Romania. Of course they cooked romania and german food at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/IMG_0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/IMG_0260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/IMG_0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/IMG_0264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see my face, my face is still abit swollen because 3 days ago I just had my wisdom teeth operation :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112255801049947653?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112255801049947653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112255801049947653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112255801049947653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112255801049947653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/05/lunch-at-romanian-germans-home.html' title='Lunch at Romanian German&apos;s home'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112255754591393366</id><published>2005-05-25T12:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:38:33.380+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity to serve the Lord musically</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/IMG_0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/IMG_0257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I came to Germany, I was always wanting to serve the music ministry in the church in Germany. But it was not easy to find one due to some rules and regulations in the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally while I was in Bruchsal, the Christliche Gemeinde Bruchsal needed pianist and finally I got to play!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned some german christian song, played solo with 2 singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the service I was asked by the church to introduce myself on the stage in front of the community as most of them still dont know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sunday service I got invited by the worship leader to her home for lunch. GREAT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112255754591393366?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112255754591393366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112255754591393366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112255754591393366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112255754591393366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/05/opportunity-to-serve-lord-musically.html' title='Opportunity to serve the Lord musically'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111693578298499190</id><published>2005-05-24T12:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:12:51.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>During the operation....</title><content type='html'>I received a phonecall from the specialist asking me to go there at 3.30pm in stead of 4pm. I reached there at 3.10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Doctor: Ok Jason. Now we will extract 2 wisdom teeth from your right side. 1st let's start with injections&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received 3 injections above and another 4 injection below my mouth. About one minutes later the right side of my tongue, upper and lower lips started to feel numb.&lt;br /&gt;The experience was pretty scarry and weird. The feeling of having a numb tongue in the mouth was just like keeping a tasteless meat in the mouth. You wont even know if you bite it.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was waiting and waiting for about half an hour as the doctor was still attending to another patient. I used that time to make some photo from my handy, sent some sms and play some games in my handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Bild%2831%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Bild%2831%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Bild%2833%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Bild%2833%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Bild%2832%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Bild%2832%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time came.... &lt;dang&gt;( Dang Dang Dang dang..... Dang Dang Dang dang..) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beethoven Symphony No 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Doctor: Today I guess we will just exact the teeth from one side. If there is no problem, then we will decide if you want to extract the teeth from the other side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jason: What problem would it have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Doctor: Namely take very long time to extract.Ok. Lets start with your upper wisdom tooth on the right side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the process I felt that my tooth was forced to be pulled out by spanner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mouth    I__I *&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that the picture above is the tooth. On the left side of is my mouth. On the right side there is one asterisk( Just a symbol to determine the position for clarity for my explanation).&lt;br /&gt;On the right side of the tooth I felt that it was a bending moment forced it to be pulled down. About 10 seconds later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Doctor: Ok... It is out. Now we will extract the lower one. The lower one is more complicated and we wont use the same method. 1st we will break it and take them out from pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jason: ergh  ergh...........( as I couldnt speak at that time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor 1st cut the gum opened so that the tooth could be exposed. (As the lower wisdom teeth were still hidden under the gum) And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Doctor: Now I am going to drill it into half. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sound effect: ziz!!!!!!!! ziz!!!! ziz!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Doctor: Now I am going to break it into half. You will hear a cracking sound like a rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sound effect:  KRAK!!!  (This was the most scary part)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took quite a while for the doctor to crack the tooth successfully. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sound effect:  KRAK!!! KRAK!!!  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KRAK!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KRAK!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Doctor: Ok. Done. Do you still want to carry on with the other side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jason: ergh ergh...... ( I meant YES)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Another 7 injections.  The procedure was still the same. But it took longer for the doctor to extract them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was over.  I was told that I cant do sport for one week, no coffee (oh no!!!) ,no smoking and no alcohol drinks. ..&lt;br /&gt;I was told by the doctor that I should take antibiotic just in case I have Kieferhöhle. (Kieferhöhle is a hole between gum and nose. The air can flow through it)&lt;br /&gt;The doctor has already check that I have no Kieferhöhle but just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I could finally go home now. (At 4.55pm) My tongue, lips were still numb at that time. I needed to walk to a farmacy to buy the antibiotic and pain killer, and then walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, the feeling of having a numb tongue and lips is totally not fun. You wont even know that blood is coming out. I realised that while walking home when I saw my face from a car window. I was holding 2 ice pack on my faces while walking home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until 7.30pm, I still couldnt feel my tongue and lower lip. Shit... I was wondering if my jaw nerve was affected. I coudlnt sit still, wondering what my future would be if I am handicap if this way. I wouldnt be able to taste food anymore...and so on..&lt;br /&gt;But then I am also trying to convience that myself that I received more injection at the lower part than the upper part. So it would take longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until 9.00pm.... oohhh Thanks God... I got back the feeling...But then... I found out something..&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt keep in my inner mouth tight , as if when I was trying to suck in my mouth and close my lips at the same time, there was bubbles coming out from my gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... thats it. I have Kieferhoehle. One of the risks which was mentioned before the operation.&lt;br /&gt;So I waited until the next day and told the doctor about it during the check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Congratulation!!!  I had to go through the 2nd operation , which I didnt expect at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. Another 3 injections above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I should not blow my nose hard, I should not sneeze through my nose and have to keep on taking the antibiotic for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... what a experience.....&lt;/dang&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111693578298499190?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111693578298499190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111693578298499190&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111693578298499190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111693578298499190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/05/during-operation.html' title='During the operation....'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111590464512461328</id><published>2005-05-14T15:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T12:14:51.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Climax Life Experience in Germany</title><content type='html'>My life is Germany is pretty interesting... I get to try new stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time to:&lt;br /&gt;1) feel snow&lt;br /&gt;2) play snow fighting and build snowman&lt;br /&gt;3) Skiing&lt;br /&gt;4) More Bier&lt;br /&gt;5) More Cinema&lt;br /&gt;6) visit physiotherapie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also... 1st time to go through operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. Next week Thursday 19 May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The is not a big deal actually . but it doesnt mean that it is without risks.. Furthermore, the risks are pretty scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I went to see a dentist, planning to take out my wisdom teeth (because I feel that I already have enough wisdom, and I dont need wisdom teeth any more :D).&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I went to a dentist, told him what I wanted him to do. He checked my teeth, and asked me to take X ray. And the result of the X ray ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dentist: Ok, Jason. I will transffer you to a specialist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jason: ...huh.. What? Could you explain why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dentist: Your wisdom teeth is quite complicated to be taken out. You need to go through a surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jason: wow!! cool man.... ( Of course I didnt say that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then immediately I followed the address, cycled to the specialist to make an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor there attented to me and explained me the do and don't before and after the operation and the risks of undergoing this surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Doctor: Ok Jason. This operation is not without risks. I tell you is not because I want to scare you. So that once I told you about the risks and you have to decide yourselve.&lt;br /&gt;Risk1: The nerve of the Lower lip, tongue is located every near to the lower jaw wisdom teeth and if the nerve is damage, your lower lip and tounge will have no feeling anymore. Besides, your lower Jaw will also be damage.&lt;br /&gt;Risk2: To extract the wisdom teeth from the upper jaw might also cause a hole in your nose as the nerve is also located near the teeth.&lt;br /&gt;So far no such case has happened before, but it doesnt mean that it wont happen.&lt;br /&gt;You need to take another X ray before the operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jason: Then what is the risk if I dont go through this operation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Doctor: Then your other teeth will be affected and damage by the wisdom teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then&lt;br /&gt;I think I have no choice but have to go through this operation. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Doctor: And you cant do sport for one week. Cant even cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jason : oh WHAT!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~end~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111590464512461328?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111590464512461328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111590464512461328&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111590464512461328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111590464512461328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/05/climax-life-experience-in-germany.html' title='Climax Life Experience in Germany'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111596752072088228</id><published>2005-05-13T08:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T02:41:51.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>Sigh.. This morning I was late for work (for...1 minute) becasue I had a dream, a weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is not the 1st time for me to dream that I am already back in Singapore, this one is a pretty real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been dreaming that I am back in Singapore, the 1st things I realised in the dream is... THE WEATHER IS SO ...HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;No joke, it has been many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just now, the dream's focus was not on the weather.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that I left Germany &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt; out of a sudden and back in National Uni of Singapore (NUS). Leave of my stuffs and friends behind is Germany. I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rene, a friend I know in NUS asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rene: Jason. why are you back so early? I thought you have &lt;strong&gt;2 more months&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: ohhh I have been staying in Germany for so long... it is enough already ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said that, in my heart I knew that I was not telling the truth. There was something which is kept in my heart but i dont know what. Feeling very uneasy that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the life was as usual in NUS and the hostel. In NUS, there is this new high class restaurant, and the food that they serve are... unique and new (specially the shape). The bookshop (NUS CO-OP) is also newly renovated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a meeting with the rest of the hostelites. There was one lady speaker, who kept on scolding and scolding the people there, which I thought was pointless.&lt;br /&gt;She scolded one by one in the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: You. Why you didnt go to this place while you were in Germany&lt;br /&gt;Lady: And you, why you didnt do that while you are in Germany&lt;br /&gt;Lady: and you ....and you!!! `o´ ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The weird thing she mentioned the word Germany. I thought I was the only one who went to Germany but she was pointing to someone else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued scolding and blaming other people and I was seating there, thinking about my life in Germany. I missed it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am supposed to travel to Reutlingen to visit Khon. Khon is waiting for me in Reutlingen . Then one week later Jorge is coming over to Bruchsal to visit me. Then in June Jorge, Yu, and I are supposed to travel to Nürmberg to visit Clement, and watch a football match.&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been planned but .. I am in Singapore...why!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have so many things to do in Germany. Why am I in Singapore now?&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad, and just walked out of the meeting room without informing the lady and......the dream ends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, realised that it was just a dream and also realised that .. I AM LATED FOR WORK!!!&lt;br /&gt;When I was cycling to work, the sky was bright, the wind was smooth and cool, feeling very relief that I am still in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm...what a weird dream. The feeling of uneasiness is still here now when I am writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ya.... I think I know why I was feeling uneasy in the dream. Because I left behind all of my promises, responsibility and friends (especially without informing them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~end~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111596752072088228?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111596752072088228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111596752072088228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111596752072088228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111596752072088228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/05/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111559329720800202</id><published>2005-05-12T00:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T11:48:00.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Escaping from a smaller city to a much much smaller city!!</title><content type='html'>One day Benjamin drove me to another small town near by. The name of the town: Untergrombach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a baroque church on top on the hill (Michael Hill) of Untergrombach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenary is very breathtaking... If my stay here, I will definately cycle there everyday, like what I usually do while I was in Penang, cycling up to pear hill. Of course this hill is 2 or 3 times higher..Would be quite exhausting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me MeMEME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun... is.. setting actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00443.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night view of the town from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were actually lost our way in the jungle at the hill. Ben and I were joking that if we were really newspaper, then they would be a big news headline the next day :  A German with his japanese friend lost in a small town!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why japanese? because to the people here, every chinese looking people from Asia is from Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once happened before Clement, hong kee from Canada, Jorge, a mexican and I, from Malaysia were speaking in English ( as usual). A german came to us and asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German: Why do you japanese speak english with each other???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111559329720800202?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111559329720800202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111559329720800202&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111559329720800202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111559329720800202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/05/escaping-from-smaller-city-to-much.html' title='Escaping from a smaller city to a much much smaller city!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111559348551790633</id><published>2005-05-11T15:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:45:55.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>White Sausages??</title><content type='html'>One day the department where I am working had another party. Bigger Party. This bigger party was triggered from the conversation during the smaller party on Friday. (refer: hhmm.. working in a german environment part 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every friday the workers from this particular department gather at 1.30pm to drink champaign, eat some snacks then chit chat. But on that one particular friday, we had big big smoke salmon (between 0.5 to 1m) with those long crispy bread.. (I forgot the name of the bread).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Bild%2824%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Bild%2824%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while I was eating the salmon with bread, one of the colleague told me to add some german sweet mustard. And they asked me if I have eaten that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Colleauges: Have you tried that mustard before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jason: hhmmmm no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Colleagues: Serious?? It usually goes together with german white sausages(Weißwurst)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jason: Ohh.. I havent eaten the white sausage before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Colleagues: What!! You stayed in Munich and you havent eaten our famous white sausages!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they started talking among themselve...I couldnt really understand them when they start talking in german with each other (fast plus dialekt) but I heard something like next week we can have white sausages.... who should bring what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I was busy eating the salmon.... taste so ....nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day before that day, I bumped into a colleauge while I was making coffee in the coffee room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Colleague: Jason!! Tomorrow at 11am we will have white sausages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jason: :D???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bavaria white Sausages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of the white sausages, we have.....Meat loaf i think in english and .. not white sausages. Champagne, Beer, juices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole group!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my friendly boss, who hires me and gives me lots of independency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my friendly tutor in another department. Who guides me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friendly colleagues. The girl on my right is learning spanish too.. Surprisingly, we are in the same class. That was prerry funny when we met each other on the 1st day and she asked me what I was doing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my lunch!! Save money as I didnt have to go to the canteen. But I went anyway for salat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111559348551790633?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111559348551790633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111559348551790633&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111559348551790633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111559348551790633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/05/white-sausages.html' title='White Sausages??'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111498375104264173</id><published>2005-05-10T09:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T09:08:45.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Escaping from a smaller city to a bigger city!!</title><content type='html'>Summer has come.. or .. it is about to come. And ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE NEED SUMMER CLOTHES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin and I traveled by car to Karlsruhe, the much much bigger city in this area to do some shopping. Before going for the main dish, what about some appetizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castle of Karlsruhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in front of the castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben in front of the castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one in front of the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT000611.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT000611.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT000611.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT000611.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT000611.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT000611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT000611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake at the Schloss Garten (Garden of the Castle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for shopping. In stead of buying clothes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I dont need actually as all my clothes are from Malaysia and Singapore),&lt;/span&gt; I bought sweets!!!Gummi bears soft sweet. ... spent €6.50 for 2 packets... ... so expensive...But these are not for me, it is the sourvenirs that I buy &lt;strong&gt;for you guys&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;who read this article in my blogs&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (Leave message in this comment box for your reservation!! 1st come 1st serve!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as I dont know how many people I can give from this 2 big packets&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ben drove me up to a hill, where one can have bird eye view of the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111498375104264173?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111498375104264173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111498375104264173&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111498375104264173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111498375104264173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/05/escaping-from-smaller-city-to-bigger.html' title='Escaping from a smaller city to a bigger city!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111377317875498443</id><published>2005-05-09T15:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T15:21:44.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Scene in Germany</title><content type='html'>Here are some night scene of Germany. It is very &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;romantic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post of photos for now. Will post more in the future than I have. Because now the day time is longer than the night time. Not easy for take night scenes photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/schloss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/schloss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidelberg Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International Uni in Bruchsal( where I stay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Night%20scene1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Night%20scene1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town in Bruchsal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Market in Marienplatz in Munich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111377317875498443?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111377317875498443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111377317875498443&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111377317875498443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111377317875498443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/05/night-scene-in-germany.html' title='Night Scene in Germany'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111498422936451480</id><published>2005-05-04T13:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T21:42:47.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Spring again!!!  ach....ciu!!!</title><content type='html'>Spring time is not as heavenly as all of us might think, at least to some of the people, who suffer from "spring" allergy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the photo below. There are 2 white lolli pop like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below: My fingers..+ pollen of the white balls (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the germans here suffer from sneezing, coughing, itching, runny noses, and watering eyes when the pollen starts to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each spring, summer, and fall tiny particles are released from trees, weeds, and grasses. The mission of the pollen is to fertilize parts of other plants. The pollen can trigger the allergic reaction that is called pollen allergy, or seasonal allergic rhinitis, and that many people know as hay fever or rose fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During spring time many many pollen are flying every where. For me, it looks like as if it were snowing... in spring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fly into my room, stick on my computer screen, my clothes and the worst is.... &lt;strong&gt;in my food!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad bad pollen.. bad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111498422936451480?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111498422936451480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111498422936451480&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111498422936451480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111498422936451480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-spring-again-achciu.html' title='Not Spring again!!!  ach....ciu!!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111498423417500767</id><published>2005-05-03T08:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T08:56:35.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Very happening Labour day (AKA Tag der Arbeit)</title><content type='html'>Ok.... This public holiday is very very different compare to the one in Malaysia and Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1th of May, Labour day. In german, it is der Tag der Arbeit, also known as..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARTY DAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of resting or slacking at home, the germans have parties everywhere and anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday and Sunday (30th April and 1st May) I have visited 5 parties. 3 parties on saturday night and 2 parties on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culture goes like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pitch up tents everywhere in different towns, drink biers, BBQ and play games. And others will cycle, walk or (by truck ) from town to town to visit the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big group heading to parties!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they will park their bikes and adjourn for... FOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tent open to public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I didnt visit the public party. but privates one. Benjamin the Zimmermann.. also known as Benjamin the room man :P&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; hehehehe...&lt;/span&gt; (nur ein Witz) invited me to visit his GF(Sarah) 's brother's 18 Bday party, his younger brother's labour day party, his eldest brother's labour day party and his church's labour day party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating and drinking under the tents or shade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Benjamin, Sarah, and her Father, the BBQ man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appetizer... AFter this one, I had a 3 times bigger steak. (Sorry no photo because the temptation of eating the steak is too strong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy BBQ ...or BBQy Cheese (Just Cheese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkish Appetizer (Papprika, olive, cheese...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks Sales Girls: It is a MUST to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;drink beer during summer. Here you are ..thank you. and €1.50 please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents are quite very smart... They keep their children busy selling drinks but they are enjoying them selves out there... heheheheeh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the parents would sit, eat, drink and chat. While the younger ones would enjoy themselve playing volley ball. Some active parents join the game as well. And they form a team which they call "Old" man team, (above 20) against "young" man team (below 20). Of course the old man team won as in the young man team mostly were under 15 year old.&lt;br /&gt;hhhmmm Bully children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me in the picture with Batik Pant)&lt;br /&gt;Javier: Look at my Ultraman super power!!! Tu Tu Tu Tu......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this land is belonged to a church member and he owns this truck( for sowing). He took the kids a ride by the truck. hhaahaa It is really fun. I was in the truck too!! The journey was very shaky.... ass pain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sarah and Benjamin. The most loyal Couple I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no!!! What happen? I think I should keep back the words I just said... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help..help.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heheheh&lt;/span&gt; ... help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night there was camp fire, where we BBQ again...We did BBQ pizza, which we used Alu foil, put starch on the foil and then tomato paste, then ham, salami, champineon ... Then wrapped  it and threw in ..."&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE RING.... OF FIRE!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(from Finding Nemo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Da~~~ My BBQ Pizza :D &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(No fully cooked though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ben and I cycled to another party!! (about 10km away). His elder Bro had another party. This piece of land belongs to his dad. Mr senior ZimmerMann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ops.... the fire might be a bit too big for BBQ.... Now it functions as heater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This river... functions as a natural fridge. Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....That's all for the weekend. Now I am super tired and exhauted, darker than before (Now I am even darker than my indian house mate..unbelievable) but nonetheless, I really had a great time~~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ops...need to go to the toilet... too much beer during the party...&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111498423417500767?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111498423417500767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111498423417500767&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111498423417500767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111498423417500767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/05/very-happening-labour-day-aka-tag-der.html' title='Very happening Labour day (AKA Tag der Arbeit)'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111286159465009974</id><published>2005-05-01T09:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T09:45:24.083+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No home assignment after working...</title><content type='html'>Hmm.......the life here now is extremely different compare to in National Uni of Singapore .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday my working time is from 7.45am to 3.30pm. After working I have the rest of the day free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... What can one do in such a small city like Bruchsal..??? No homework, No exam.. No hall activities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I decided to join a health/sport club since March. I have decribed a bit about this club in my previous journal "hmm...hmm...what is that for actually...?? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos in and outside the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lobby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofas at the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bar and Restaurant (further in )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wellness Area&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where one can rest "peacefully".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another place where one can rest nakedly.&lt;br /&gt;The bench is heated. It is very comfortable expecially when you just came out of a cold shower or cold pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where you can deep your feet in a basin with hot or cold water, it's up to you. The seat is also heated. I am not sure what is the use of this thinge. The saunas and steam room are just around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal Sauna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not" so normal Sauna. It is a aromatherapy Sauna, which coloured light bulb (Purple, green, red, yellow ) The colours will take turn to shine and after 1 tempoh all colours will be on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrance to the aromatherapy Steam bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the steam bath. (Currently the aromatherapie thingie is not functioning...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Cold pool. Suppose to be used after sauna or Steam bath to cool down the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(NOTICE: use the pool only after shower)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sun Tan Machine. (havent tried it before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the changing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle bottle is the "conditional" which I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;(Refer: "hmm...hmm...what is that for actually...?? " in March.....or in April)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exit leading from the wellness area to outside.  The people here like asian design...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the external sauna room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volley ball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doors lead to the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lake.&lt;br /&gt;By the lake you can rest on the bench for sun bathing or just enjoy the scenery and fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzz.z-ZZZ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another place where you can rest adventurously. The club purposely creates this tropical feeling room for the guest to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fitness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below in the fitness room. There are 2 gyms. Below is the gym on the 2nd level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a small drinks corner at the middle of the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the gym on the ground floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also a sport clinic in it, rooms for beauty and massage. I didnt take photos of them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the place where I always go after work. At least 5 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how I am going to cope when I am back in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the life is so...... awesome~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00252.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111286159465009974?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111286159465009974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111286159465009974&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111286159465009974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111286159465009974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-home-assignment-after-working.html' title='No home assignment after working...'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111477389557907386</id><published>2005-04-30T21:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T22:55:45.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hhmmm... The Making Sense of German Thinking</title><content type='html'>I just realised something from my colleague. I find it very "unique". Ok. It  goes....:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you have known, that we have free flow of coffee because Siemens pays for the coffee beans, coffee cream and the filter plus we have 3 coffee maker in the pantry. Just now my colleagues said the coffee was too strong. And I tried, hmm... yes... it is abit too strong. Then I told them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Jason: Well, just add some hot water!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Colleague: No It is a sin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Jason: huh? What!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Colleague: Yes. It is a sin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Jason: Sin as in S  I   N , sin??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Colleague: yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Jason: but why? What is happen if we mix the coffee with the water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Colleague: I dont know. It's a tradition. Just like we dont mix water with beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Jason: Ach SO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Well, coffee and beer ... is different wat!!&lt;br /&gt;They would rather drink the " strong coffee", a bit.. and then leave the rest of the coffee in the coffee pot till the next day and poured it away when they are cooking fresh new coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident reminds me of when I was in Octoberfest last year in Munich. A friend of mine couldnt finish his beer and wanted to give me some. Then he poured the beer into my mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young german lady beside us told us that we should not do that. Or else there will be demons following us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... It is just their believe. I am sure that not all of them will have the same believe. Because the friend who wanted to pour his beer into my mug is also a german :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111477389557907386?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111477389557907386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111477389557907386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111477389557907386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111477389557907386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/hhmmm-making-sense-of-german-thinking.html' title='hhmmm... The Making Sense of German Thinking'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111446454936921515</id><published>2005-04-30T12:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T12:10:48.520+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La Sangria~~My flavourite Spanish beverage II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganz Kurz.....&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna tell you guys that this is my 2nd bottle of Sangria. It is from Marktkauf supermarket.  It costs the same as the one I bought from Audi (€1,15) but i think it tastes better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about empty and I am going to buy the 3rd bottle   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it is written on the label of the bottle that Sangria is a beverage for summer. It is best to be served cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you warm it, it will become Glühwein... hehehee ( I think)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prost!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111446454936921515?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111446454936921515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111446454936921515&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111446454936921515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111446454936921515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/la-sangriamy-flavourite-spanish.html' title='La Sangria~~My flavourite Spanish beverage II'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111443546822052222</id><published>2005-04-29T08:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T23:03:43.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.. I could be actually a bit taller...</title><content type='html'>One day I was with a orthopedist( a doctor who is specialiasing in bone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;orthopedist: Hmm... the X-ray shows that you are suffering torsion scoliosis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jason: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;orthopedist:...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jason: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;orthopedist:...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jason:  What is ...torsion ..what... sco...sis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;orthopedist: Abnormal lateral curvature of the spine. You should visit physiotherapy. Let me write a precription for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhm... what a jackpot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you might be interested, why I would go and visit the doctor at the 1st place. All this happened since Last year November............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;(flash back....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(flash back...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(flash back...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Last November while I was at Nicholas and Benjamin's( 2 exchanged student from NUS) hostel in Munich, waiting for Ben to go for fitness training. I was squatting down to get something but didnt realised that behind me there was a staircase and........ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAHHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt my lower back by knocking the corner edge of the staircase. My both legs were numb for a moments and my lower back was aching. I rest for a while and went for fitness training anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt see a doctor because I was thinking that the pain would go away after few weeks. Besides, I was facing financial difficulty. Till now (End of April) the pain is still there when I seat on a sofa, in a plane, car or sitting with some particular postures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I decided to visit a doctor. I paid €10 for the 1st visit ( the rest is covered by insurance).&lt;br /&gt;I told the doctor what happened and he sent me for X Ray. When the X Ray result came, then he found out that I am suffering another problem, torsion scoliosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to visit physiotherapie and.... that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jason: How did I get this.... torsion scoliosis? was it caused by the injuries?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;orthopedist: No. It might have happened since you were born or during your puberty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jason: Any side effect? so far it doesnt cause me any trouble. Then what is the use of the physiotherapy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;orthopedist: It might make your bone stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jason: What about my lower back? ( He forgot totally about my lower back.... purposely, I think)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;How can this physiotherapy help my injured lower back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Orthopedist: It might help.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jason: -_-' (what the....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think this doctor doesnt even know what to do with my lower back. I think I should visit another doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made an appoitment with the physiotherapist and she did a physical body measurement for me and found out that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;physiotherapist: hmm... your left side of your back has more muscle than your right side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and.... your left leg is longer than your right leg.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jason:..... (-_-')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;physiotherapist: Normally people's right leg is longer than the left leg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jason: ( ha ha... I am not the only one.... :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she taught me 2 exercises which I should do at home just before I sleep. Which I think it doesnt make any sense. The instructions are not clear. Afraid that I might make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing of all is... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED TO PAY ANOTHER &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;€18&lt;/span&gt; FOR THE THERAPIE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my next appointment is on this coming friday. ( 5 more appointments to go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to think about it, I realised that I could be actually taller than what I am now (if my spine doesnt curve). Now I am 179cm, I could be ...perhaps 185cm ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111443546822052222?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111443546822052222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111443546822052222&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111443546822052222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111443546822052222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/hmm-i-could-be-actually-bit-taller.html' title='Hmm.. I could be actually a bit taller...'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111443483657253507</id><published>2005-04-28T14:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T00:52:48.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertisement.... ahem~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Do read "Oh NO!!! My white clothes!! My only JEANS!!! NO!!!!! 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Super~~ Delivery~~ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( in Bruchsal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------End----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111443483657253507?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111443483657253507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111443483657253507&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111443483657253507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111443483657253507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/advertisement-ahem.html' title='Advertisement.... ahem~~'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111377297221651923</id><published>2005-04-26T11:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T12:28:02.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting girl I met in Munich</title><content type='html'>I met this girl last year when I was in Munich. But I just got this photo from Khon last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Khon told me that he wanted to introduce me to 2 very nice people who can cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;One is Khon's consin, another vietnamese german, and another one from hongkong, her name is Sau Yee. They were FFI!! ( friendly, fun and interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Sau Yee stayed before in CDC( A german language school which I attened in Sept 2004), learning german last time, she knew manythings which happened then. She told us lots of gossips and jokes about what happened last time in CDC .. hahaha interesting.. a typical female Hong Kee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khon's cousin... hmm... forgot his name.. he is a gymnastic sportman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left(Javier, the cousin, Sau Yee and Khon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time we were having dinner in an mexican restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered ...FAJITAS!!! something like poh pia , a high class poh pia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later we adjourned to a cafe for drinks.  ...( poh kai liao lah....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be meeting up with them again in the future... i think...i hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111377297221651923?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111377297221651923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111377297221651923&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111377297221651923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111377297221651923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/interesting-girl-i-met-in-munich.html' title='An interesting girl I met in Munich'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111377237523501380</id><published>2005-04-24T18:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:53:46.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Life for me??</title><content type='html'>A German friend, Benjamin once drove me to Heidelberg, a Night life club called something... Schwimbad Club because his friend's band was performing. The Entrance fee is €3.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This club is very different and special. Well, maybe just to me. It has 4 levels, (with basement). Every level there have different stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basement: Hip Hop disco + bar&lt;br /&gt;1st floor: life band concert+bar , mini cinema (FOC)&lt;br /&gt;2nd floor: techno, pop, mix music disco + bar&lt;br /&gt;3rd floor: Cafe (the most quiet and romantic place of all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the band to perform, Benjamin treated me a drink!! One of the best beer that I have ever tried!! It is called.... "banana beer". It tastes like beer.... and banana. It has lesser alcohol, and thicker, and richer in flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana Beer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3rd floor Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life band performance. They are quite good. 4 of them, wearing the same cloths, singing .. some modern songs in german.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... I will name them &lt;&lt;the&gt;the modern.. Beatles&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is another life band concert that I went with Benjamin. The bands were mostly students, young bands getting exposure for performing. The funny thing was... when they were performing, they were smoking and drinking at the same time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/the&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111377237523501380?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111377237523501380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111377237523501380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111377237523501380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111377237523501380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/night-life-for-me.html' title='Night Life for me??'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111282183900963764</id><published>2005-04-23T10:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T10:35:31.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Car ride around other town near Bruchsal</title><content type='html'>A german friend of mine, whom I met in a church in Bruchsal drove me around with his car. His name is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Benjamin Zimmermann&lt;&lt;. His surname "Zimmermann" if you translate to english, you will get " a room man". And exactly, he is a carpenter, just graduated as a qualified carpenter and working toward to excel in Canada very soon. And yupe!! He is also the "founder" of Clement (Read the article : What a confusing, exhausting but interesting and funny weekend!! ), when Clement was .. such of lost in Bruchsal. hehehee :P Below are some of the photos of his works. &lt;em&gt;~~La obra maestra de Zimmermann~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The masterpiece of Zimmermann~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~Das Meisterstück von Zimmermann~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a hanging laptop table. His final year project before he could graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Guitar shade CD rack. He created it just for fun. Cool~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;Actually we decided to go for cycling but the weather was not that friendly. Then He showed me many interesting places around here, which I dont think I would know without being driven around. He drove me out of the town where I can have a good view of the nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on one of the hill, there is this place where one of learn more about stars... I dont know the term of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This big globe with lots of stars "connection" signs. To help people to identify the name of it where they see the real one in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while there will be a gathering here, a proffesional will have a talk about the star topics and there will be telescope for anyone to see the stars.&lt;br /&gt;There is this event on 6th of May. We have noted now the date and when everything goes well, we might join the session.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111282183900963764?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111282183900963764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111282183900963764&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111282183900963764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111282183900963764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/car-ride-around-other-town-near.html' title='Car ride around other town near Bruchsal'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111408054597530934</id><published>2005-04-22T23:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T12:41:13.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh NO!!! My white clothes!! My only JEANS!!! NO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>OH SHIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My white clothes, sock,underwears are all gone now!! And I only pair of Jeans..&lt;br /&gt;Add up the costs all there are RM500!! S$250!! €100!! All gone!!! Scheiße!! Mierda!! Shit!! Sek si!! Chiak Sai!! TA MA DE!! Makan TAHI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all because I was confused with the lanudry machine.. It is supposed to be 95 degree but I thought it was 95 ...minutes.&lt;br /&gt;The longer I wash, the cleaner my clothes are. So.. I chose 95...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was partly right. 95 degree will take 95 minutes. And 60 gree will take 60 minutes. Now then I understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dark blue Jeans, now it is shrink, distorted, colour faded. And all my white clothes now because partly blue, partly light blue, partly white.. like Batik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 2nd time since Feb I used laundry and I experienced this disaster..... I should have continued to use my hand...Thought once in a while if I use the machine, my clothes will be cleaner but mana tahu that it doesnt only make it cleaner but also more colour....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is really my blue day....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AAHHHH!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111408054597530934?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111408054597530934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111408054597530934&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111408054597530934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111408054597530934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-no-my-white-clothes-my-only-jeans.html' title='Oh NO!!! My white clothes!! My only JEANS!!! NO!!!!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111416909354907162</id><published>2005-04-22T13:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T13:24:53.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah....My lunch today is different....</title><content type='html'>Today in very unique, because my unique german colleagues ( two of them) invited me for lunch at pizza restaurant near by.  We were chatting about everything not related to our jobs at all. Found out that one of them is also a musician. He plays banjo and guitar Folks music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a pizza called 4 seasons pizza, where the pizza is divided into 4 parts, which different ingredient:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autumn--&gt; Mushroom&lt;br /&gt;Summer --&gt; Paprika&lt;br /&gt;Spring--&gt; Salami&lt;br /&gt;Winter--&gt; Ham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be wrong, i dont know the sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good, because usually they are very busy. At least now we have some time to talk. Spent 1 hour in the restaurant, more than our break time allowance, which is just half an hour :P&lt;br /&gt;who cares.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111416909354907162?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111416909354907162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111416909354907162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111416909354907162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111416909354907162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/wahmy-lunch-today-is-different.html' title='Wah....My lunch today is different....'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111342750197783889</id><published>2005-04-21T23:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T11:21:41.640+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Das Kebab~~My favourite Turkish Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called "Döner Kebab", a typical turkish food which is sold through out the whole world. It is served like a burger shape. The one we see normally in Malaysia and Singapore (The shape of cylinder) is called "Durum Kebab"... something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my everyday lunch while I just reach Germany in September. hahahaa. Till now I am still not bored with it. It is the cheapest and the most balanced diet that one can ever find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It costs ranged between €2.50 to €3.50. The one on the photo costs €3.50. The most expensive kebab that I have even had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like spicy kebab with yogurt the most. Some of them are served with mayonese ... yucks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Bons appétits!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111342750197783889?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111342750197783889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111342750197783889&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111342750197783889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111342750197783889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/das-kebabmy-favourite-turkish-food.html' title='Das Kebab~~My favourite Turkish Food'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111377203587519833</id><published>2005-04-20T23:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T10:14:43.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La Sangria~~My favourite Spanish beverage</title><content type='html'>This is my favourite drink. It is called " Sangria"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was recommended by one of my spanish friend while I was in Barcelona. It is a type of fruity wine with about 7% of alcohol. Since then I would order this drink where ever I traveled within spain even back in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best Sangria I have tasted is still the 1st one in Barcelona. It is sweeter and thicker. The rest is very waterry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bottle of Sangria I bought last week in Aldi supermarket. !.5Liter costs just €1,15. Compared to the 1 Liter I order in spain costed about €7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bottle of Sangria reminds me the wonderful dreamy time I spent in spain... even though it tastes not as nice as the one in Barcelona. But whatever....it is the cheapests and the best I could find..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111377203587519833?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111377203587519833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111377203587519833&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111377203587519833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111377203587519833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/la-sangriamy-favourite-spanish.html' title='La Sangria~~My favourite Spanish beverage'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111342744959093994</id><published>2005-04-19T23:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T11:13:58.093+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Das Eis~~ My favorite dessert in Germany</title><content type='html'>My favorite dessert in Germany!! Ice Cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One small scoop cost between €0.50 to €0.70 in bruchsal. One glass/bowl with topings cost €3.50 to €10.00. Of course some of them cost more than €10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice cream here tastes rich in flavour and colour, thick and sweet~~. Of course it will make our "lipid" also thicker :D hence make us "lipider" ==&gt; fatter in bio sense.... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;(One of the bio professor in NUS mentioned a joke saying that our common use of the word "fat" is not correct. We should use the word "lipid" in stead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some photos of the ice cream i ate so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111342744959093994?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111342744959093994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111342744959093994&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111342744959093994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111342744959093994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/das-eis-my-favorite-dessert-in-germany.html' title='Das Eis~~ My favorite dessert in Germany'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111286117800388845</id><published>2005-04-18T09:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:59:12.990+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The... King.. of KEBAB!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok ok... I am not talking about food here.. It is about a german .. movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I went to Bruchsal Cinema again for a preview of the movie, €2.50 per entry.&lt;br /&gt;(Preview means that you wont know what new movie will be screened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly it was a pure german movie ( I was expecting some english movie but in german).&lt;br /&gt;The name of the movie is called &gt;&gt;KEBAB CONNECTION!!!&lt;&lt; href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front view of the cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staircase leading to the theater and... toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111286117800388845?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111286117800388845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111286117800388845&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111286117800388845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111286117800388845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/king-of-kebab.html' title='The... King.. of KEBAB!!!!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111338189549101636</id><published>2005-04-15T09:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T09:47:08.166+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Break away from my daily normal routine</title><content type='html'>Everday I have been doing the same routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekdays:&lt;br /&gt;Wake up ==&gt; go to work ==&gt; go to health club==&gt; cook and eat==&gt; reading and learning ==&gt; online and check emails ==&gt; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends:&lt;br /&gt;Wake up ==&gt; eat==&gt; go to health club==&gt; cook and eat==&gt; reading and learning ==&gt; online and check emails ==&gt; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but last friday and the last weekends was very different. because.... there was a visitor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khon, the vietnamese german visited me from friday till sunday and we really had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;I met Khon last year in September when I attended a german course in CDC, Carls Duisberg Centren in Munich.&lt;br /&gt;The 1st question that he asked me when he knew that I am from Asia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Khon: Do you know programming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jason: Yes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Khon: C++?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jason: No.... C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Khon: Do you know how to programming virus??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jason: huh?? -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I dont know that C programming can be used to programm virus. NUS doesnt teach us to do that. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then how we become friends is also because of another magic question asked by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Khon: What language can you speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jason: english, malay, chinese...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Khon: Chinese as in Mandarin??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jason: yupe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Khon: Oh shit.... I cant speak mandarin... only cantonese..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jason: I can speak cantonese too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Khon: REALLY!!?? Nei sek gong guang tong wua? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. since then we become good friends... And we speak cantonese since then, sometime english... seldom german..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't seen each other after I left to Bruchsal except the one time I visited back to Munich (Blog Article in Feb: Going back to time?? ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I showed Khon around in Bruchsal ( nothing much to see except there is one baroque castle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/CIMG0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/CIMG0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Khon in front to the baroque castle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A garden near a high school (Schönborn Gymnasium) where I learn spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought him to the health club. We used the gym, attended a exercise course, sauna, steam room, "resting" room where one can lie on a warmed @ heated stone bed.. or chair, read magazine, listen to soft music or just... rest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( is this a chair?? or bed??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Stephen Chow Old Collection Movie at night and south parks. He is really a freak from Stephen Chow, bought online the whole collection of Chow's movie from.. hong kong. thru e Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked dinner and finally he has tasted und understood what spicy really means.... He bited a small chilly unintentionally.. ops.. ( I am so sorry Khon :D)&lt;br /&gt;I used the small chilly to spice up the food, but I myself didnt intend to eat that chilly. It's my fault as I forgot to tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Khon: Trying to wash his mouth after biting the small chilly) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khon!! Khon Quang kuang guang...., after the health club.See!! he looks so healthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javier, me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/CIMG0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/CIMG0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khon lying on the tree...&lt;br /&gt;Quiz: is this tree suppose to be horizontal or vertical?&lt;khon&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he really have had a great time in Bruchsal and the next time I will be going to visit Khon in Reutlingen!! So, bis bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javier&lt;/khon&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111338189549101636?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111338189549101636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111338189549101636&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111338189549101636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111338189549101636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/break-away-from-my-daily-normal.html' title='Break away from my daily normal routine'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111286168781152669</id><published>2005-04-14T10:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T10:25:32.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's really really Springtime!! don't play play ah</title><content type='html'>I haven't seen trees with nearly 99% all flowers!! No leaf... how do they breathe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, below are some photos. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" height="317" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0056.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/pink1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" height="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/pink1.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/yellow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" height="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/yellow1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/green1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" height="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/green1.jpg" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111286168781152669?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111286168781152669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111286168781152669&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111286168781152669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111286168781152669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-really-really-springtime-dont-play.html' title='It&apos;s really really Springtime!! don&apos;t play play ah'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111294174128532581</id><published>2005-04-13T10:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T08:55:38.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna learn another language!!</title><content type='html'>OK.....&lt;br /&gt;Today evening I will start to attend a language course officially !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess... other than english and mandarin, what other language is widely spoken in the whole world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!Spanish!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want to learn spanish? shouldn't I continue with my german?&lt;br /&gt;Of course I want to continue with my german. But in Bruchsal they only have basic german course. For a higher levels' I must travel to another town, Karlsruhe, which is quite troublesome as I dont have a semester train pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanna take 2 courses: german and spanish. But there is no german for my level, so... I have to choose another one. (By the way, I dont have to pay for the courses). :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the secretary and my employer from the department where I am working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. The next question is... what other course can I participate?..... cooking... dancing... yoga.. or what..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking through the list, I found : Business communication&lt;br /&gt;I plan to take that course because it might be good for me to learn more about how to speak a formal proper english. It would be even better if the lecture is a native english speaker. But she is not. She is the spanich lecture and she is german. Hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think other than malaysian/singaporean english accent, I would be able to speak english with german accent too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since the english course is held straight away after the spanish course and it takes only 1 and half hour (or less if she wanna have smoking break) and moreover, I dont have to pay for that course, might as well stay for that course and see what I can learn from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I nearly forget to explain why I choose spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: I have some friends who speak spanish. (From Spain, Mexico, Peru, Chile and other part of Latin America)&lt;br /&gt;2nd: I have travelled to spain and I like their culture&lt;br /&gt;3rd: I have so much free time&lt;br /&gt;4th: .. er.... because I wanna learn spanish :P&lt;br /&gt;5th: because spanish is.... fun :P :P&lt;br /&gt;ok... I dont have any more reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing I do worry about is I might forget spanish when I am back in Singapore, where german, french and japanese are more spoken. I haven't heard a work of spanish so far in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's see how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111294174128532581?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111294174128532581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111294174128532581&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111294174128532581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111294174128532581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-wanna-learn-another-language.html' title='I wanna learn another language!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111320885990215534</id><published>2005-04-11T10:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T10:40:59.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Colleagues are so nice~~.....</title><content type='html'>Wah..... I am so touched... the people in this department are very nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, out of the blue, I receive fruits from them. ( Apples so far). Then die secretary from this department gives me  1.5 L bottles of sparkling mineral water sometimes. This water is used to serve guests usually. And then I get to eat CAKES too!!!&lt;br /&gt;Plus I can have free flow to coffee here... wah.............~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I wanna eat my cake now. See you !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111320885990215534?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111320885990215534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111320885990215534&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111320885990215534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111320885990215534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-colleagues-are-so-nice.html' title='My Colleagues are so nice~~.....'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111256410398451565</id><published>2005-04-07T09:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T13:23:30.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the Bday boy~~?? Wearing the Bday suit??</title><content type='html'>(Mexico City :03.04.1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gynecologist: Breathe!!! PUSH!! PUSH!! YES!! YOU ARE DOING GREAT!! HARDER!!&lt;br /&gt;Mother: AAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(sound effect): POP!!&lt;br /&gt;Nurses and Gynecologist: HURRAY!!! It's a BOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mother: oh~~ so sweet... I will name him.... Jorge.............. Jorge Cleto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================&lt;br /&gt;21 years later.........&lt;br /&gt;=========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE!!! ALLES GUTE ZUM GEBÜRTSTAG!!! (Happy Bday)&lt;br /&gt;All of us from Malaysia, Japan, Canada, Africa, Lithiania gathered together to celebrate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe, actually we are from different part of Germany gathered in this place, ULM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Picture12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Picture12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulm is famous for its tallest cathedral in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were climbling up the stairs to the top of the tower. From the top one can have a bird eye view of the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo below is taken from the center of the tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we have reached the top of the tower (I thought it was already the top), realised that one can still climb further up to the top top of the tower!!&lt;br /&gt;Look at the narrow spiral staircases... leading up to the top end of the tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; WIDTH: 241px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 323px" height="240" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0013.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt climb up to the top end of the tower. Scary....I was lying down on the slanting floor, enjoying the sun light and fresh air, waiting for them and then later we took group pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; WIDTH: 345px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 327px" height="319" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00251.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Below: in the cathedral)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the visit in the church we finally started to decide where we should have our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;As Jorge, the Bday boy's wish, we went to an Italian restaurant. I ordered dark beer and pizza for my lunch, The name of the pizza is quite funny. Mafia Pizza, it is because it contains chilly, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/think%20where%20to%20eat%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/think%20where%20to%20eat%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we walked around the inner city, along the river...(The name of the river: Donau)&lt;br /&gt;There is this tongue twister about Ulm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;In Ulm, um Ulm,und umUlm herum. &lt;&lt;&lt; &lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Bday BOY!!! JORGE the CLETO aus Mexico!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me!!! Aus MALAYSIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein was born in this city. And I was told by my friends that Einstein was born on this flat stone!!!....hhmm.... .. suspicous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einstein portrait :Theory E=mc^2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; WIDTH: 229px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 320px" height="318" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0072.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Einstein portrait: Theory...... hhm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/E=mc2Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/E%3Dmc2Q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a playground....&lt;br /&gt;Clement and Jorge are playing 'ma ma sak'...eheheeheh~~~ &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;(ma ma sak: means small girls cooking game in Malay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/roomate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/roomate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This guy is trying a rob the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BANK&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with his atm card.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YU: QUICK!! Gimme €50 quick!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poor boy is trying to sell jackets during this hot spring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Sell%20Jackets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Sell%20Jackets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet boyz.....+ a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for that day. Then we travelled individually back to our own town exhaustedly, but we had a great time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again! Happy Birthday Jorge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javier the Lopez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111256410398451565?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111256410398451565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111256410398451565&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111256410398451565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111256410398451565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/who-is-bday-boy-wearing-bday-suit.html' title='Who is the Bday boy~~?? Wearing the Bday suit??'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111238950697076450</id><published>2005-04-05T23:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T09:48:17.573+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW DISCOVERY!!!  USO!! (Unidentified stationary object)</title><content type='html'>At a quiet, lonely... chilly night, while a cute little Jason was cycling on his way home. Suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: AH!!!!!!!!!! MONSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Bild(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Bild%285%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Bild(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Bild%284%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little Jason has not seen such object like this in his whole life before. What a shock!!What a discovery!! He left his tiny little fingerprints on it as his welcome greeting for the monster and then headed toward home to do some research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the smart boy has thought of 2 names for this monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the monster is not moving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;USO======&gt;&gt;&gt; Unidentified Stationary Object.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when the monster is moving:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;UMO======&gt;&gt;&gt; Unidentified moving Object.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year later he was expectedly granted nobel prize and since then he lived richly, happily  ever and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~end of the story~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Javier Lopez from the best Selling Article: NEW DISCOVERTY!!! USO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111238950697076450?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111238950697076450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111238950697076450&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111238950697076450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111238950697076450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-discovery-uso-unidentified.html' title='NEW DISCOVERY!!!  USO!! (Unidentified stationary object)'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111235463975033100</id><published>2005-04-05T09:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T09:26:58.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 4: Hm...hm.. working in a german environment (Conclusion)</title><content type='html'>So... after the 3 parts discussions. We can come out with a final hypothesis, which will be concluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Hypothesis: German is... 'unique(ly) cute'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What!!?? still dont agree? ok ok... I wont use any assumption anyone. I will prove it to you mathematically and logically. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The 1st specimen names GER, who is cute&lt;br /&gt;The 2ndspecimen names MAN, who is unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By using the mathematics relation, A=B and C=D&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; A+C= B+D&lt;br /&gt;So.. GER + MAN = cute + unique ( where by cute+unique = unique+cute)&lt;br /&gt;and the answer is??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo!!&lt;br /&gt;You deserve an 'A'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To review the truth of the untruth&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Actually GER and MAN is ....the same person, by whom I am supervised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehee, I think he is the only 'cute and unique' german whom I have met so far. All the other germans are super friendly and nice and they show their genuine friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The conclusion for the Hypothesis:&lt;/span&gt; German is "unique(ly) cute" is TRUE.... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;only for that guy...  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the "GER" also known as "MAN" is already back from holiday. I will try to catch his magic words again and inform all of you. ok? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Javier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111235463975033100?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111235463975033100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111235463975033100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111235463975033100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111235463975033100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/part-4-hmhm-working-in-german.html' title='Part 4: Hm...hm.. working in a german environment (Conclusion)'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111234765361109858</id><published>2005-04-03T23:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T10:33:38.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3: Hm...hm.. working in a german environment</title><content type='html'>NOTE: LOGICAL DEDUCTION IS BEING APPLIED FOR THIS DISCUSSION&lt;br /&gt;ASSUMPTION:&lt;br /&gt;i) this small sample of specimens(my german colleagues) represents all germans in Germany&lt;br /&gt;ii) Assume that this is not my 1st time engaging in a working world.&lt;br /&gt;iii) Assume that what ever I say, is correct&lt;br /&gt;iv) If my assumption is wrong, please refer to assumption (iii)&lt;br /&gt;v) Assume that you agree with the assumption (iii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;vi) xxxxxx xxxx xxx xx&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt; x&lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;xx&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;. (Guess?? Answer below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another specimen. Let's name him MAN.&lt;br /&gt;He is a man, with superb skill of ... procastination. I was given a task, but in order to do the task, I have to refer to some documents made and filed by this man,MAN. As I was refering to the documents , I have spotted some inconsistencies. I noted them down and tried to figure out what they meaned. "No idea, it shouldnt be like that... must be something wrong.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ignore it, the values in my data might be wrong, and &lt;strong&gt;my boss might get wrong messages from my datas and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finally he would complaint to the respective departments &lt;strong&gt;then &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this will result to internal conflicts which will lead to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;SIEMENS WAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at the result all of them will be fired and consequently&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;huh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; I will be the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. Back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;I sent him email about my questions (even though he just sits next to me) and hope that he would reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~time flies~time flies~~&lt;br /&gt;--4 days later--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Herr MAN, haben Sie meine Email einigen Tagen frueher bekommen.&lt;br /&gt;MAN: Nein.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Oh... Ok dann. Ich schicken Ihnen die Email noch mal&lt;br /&gt;Man: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================Translation=========&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Mr MAN, have you received an email from me few days ago?&lt;br /&gt;MAN: No.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Oh... Ok then. I will send it to you again.&lt;br /&gt;MAN: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- 4 hours later ---&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;N...o.... re....ply.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him and he said no time. He said tomorrow he will read the email and when the time came, he said no time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... It was what I was going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Mr MAN, can I make an appointment with you, say tomorrow at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;MAN: Appointment!!?? oh..oh... Ok.... tomorrow at 10am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settle!!&lt;br /&gt;Or else he wouldn't have set a time out for me and he would always be occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypothesis: German is ...so 'unique'???.&lt;br /&gt;ps.: Still still do not agree with the hypothesis? Refer Assumption 6 (way way ... below...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assumption 6: Assume that you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Advise: Pls seek help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Javier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111234765361109858?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111234765361109858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111234765361109858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111234765361109858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111234765361109858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/part-3-hmhm-working-in-german.html' title='Part 3: Hm...hm.. working in a german environment'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111234705838733452</id><published>2005-04-02T01:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:04:02.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2: Hm...hm.. working in a german environment</title><content type='html'>NOTE: LOGICAL DEDUCTION IS STILL BEING APPLIED IN THIS DISCUSSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSUMPTION:&lt;br /&gt;i) this small sample of specimens(my german colleagues) represents all germans in Germany&lt;br /&gt;ii) Assume that this is not my 1st time engaging in a working world.&lt;br /&gt;iii) Assume that what ever I say, is correct&lt;br /&gt;iv) If my assumption is wrong, please refer to assumption (iii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;v) If my assumption is still wrong, refer assumption (v) (at the end of this journal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another observation. I have been working very 'closely' with a german team. I can see and hear whatever they are doing. This one i find it unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One colleague of mine, let's call him... GER.&lt;br /&gt;GER will get frustrated whenever he receives phonecalls more than once continuously. He will throw his hands up in the sky as if money is falling down, and sometimes... some 'magic words' will be poured out from his mouth .. something like ' OO LA HANG GA...'&lt;br /&gt;Cant really remember. I will try to copy down nextime. But now he is on easter holiday for 2 weeks. -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then moreover, GER will bang his computer mouse on the table when he received more than one emails next after next continuously from the SAME PERSON. WOW!!! scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I have got a jackpot!! I am assigned by my boss under his supervision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;:"&lt;strong&gt;WHAT!!&lt;/strong&gt; OO LA HANG GA.... no way dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hypothesis&lt;/strong&gt;: German is... so 'cute'???.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: The hypothesis is true, if and only if the assumption (i) is true. If the assumption is not true, refer assumption (iii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s.: If you still dont agree with me, refer assumption (V) .... way below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Assumption (V): Assume that you agree with assumption (iii).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111234705838733452?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111234705838733452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111234705838733452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111234705838733452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111234705838733452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/part-2-hmhm-working-in-german.html' title='Part 2: Hm...hm.. working in a german environment'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111218942946427576</id><published>2005-04-01T20:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T11:35:26.280+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1: Hm...hm.. working in a german environment</title><content type='html'>Chef: &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;"Jason, komm. Nimm ein Glas Sekt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jason: &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt; huh? huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chef&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;:" Komm~~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: "&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;Was fuer ein Feier ist denn das?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chef: " &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Nichts. Weil es Freitag ist. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jason: " &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUH&lt;/span&gt;!!!???"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====Translation====&lt;br /&gt;My Boss:"&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Jason, Come. Take a glass of sparkling wein"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jason: "&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt; huh? huh?" ( is this english??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My Boss:" &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Come~~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jason: " &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;What sort of 'Party' is this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boss: "&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Nothing. Because it's Friday&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Jason: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;HUH!!!???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Bild(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Bild%288%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... They will strike for any opportunity to celebrate..&lt;br /&gt;So the whole team.. around 10 persons were gathering, had some wine and snacks...chit chating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think about it, I have been working here since long time ago.... it has been already...&lt;br /&gt;60...DAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are something I have discovered about germans...and I'd like to discuss here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: LOGICAL DEDUCTION IS BEING APPLIED IN THIS DISCUSSION&lt;br /&gt;ASSUMPTION:&lt;br /&gt;i) this small sample of specimens(my german colleagues) represents all germans in Germany&lt;br /&gt;ii) Assume that this is not my 1st time engaging in a working world.&lt;br /&gt;iii) Assume that what ever I say, is correct&lt;br /&gt;iv) If my assumption is wrong, please refer to assumption (iii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that working in Germany is pretty relaxing, because they have lots of free time. Working hour per day 7 hours. And the time to start working and go home is flexible, as long as they fulfill their 7 hours quota, one month 140 hours. So.. this is what the germans have been doing..&lt;br /&gt;They will work as long as they can to fulfill 140 hours within the 1st 2 weeks then they can have long "weekends" holidays. In addition, they have 30 days per year annual leave and there are some leave which they will get paid double. The attendant of the workers in the office is always less than 60%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; Germany encourages holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace~~&lt;br /&gt;Javier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111218942946427576?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111218942946427576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111218942946427576&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111218942946427576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111218942946427576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/part-1-hmhm-working-in-german.html' title='Part 1: Hm...hm.. working in a german environment'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111236185750860257</id><published>2005-04-01T15:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T22:58:51.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Guten Appetite!!  German Foods...</title><content type='html'>My friend Chun Kit has asked me to post some german food photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Bild%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 244px; height: 184px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Bild%2810%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Bild%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Bild%289%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, one  question.&lt;br /&gt;How to define german food..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dont know.. so far the foods i have been eating i dont even know if they are really german goods. I have been eating kebap, which is from Turkey, the foods in Student Cafe, Mc Donalds, Siemens Canteen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those picture were taken in the canteen in Siemens AG Bruchsal.&lt;br /&gt;As a student, I can get 50% discount on the main dish. After discount the food costs about €1.30 (RM6.50 or S$2.60), which is very cheap.&lt;br /&gt;The cheapest real food in Germany is doener Kebab, which cost 3 Euro(RM15 or S$6) in Bruchsal. Besides, the quantity served in the canteen is huge and quality is like in classy restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soup costs only €0.25 and the side dishes and dessert costs €0.50.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I would go back to my deparment, drink coffee (free of charge) because we have our own Coffee maker with coffee powder of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then... Coffee time... ciao~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111236185750860257?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111236185750860257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111236185750860257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111236185750860257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111236185750860257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/04/guten-appetite-german-foods.html' title='Guten Appetite!!  German Foods...'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111221555697932371</id><published>2005-03-30T22:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T00:11:51.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Interns???</title><content type='html'>Hallo guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is dedicated to my good friend Chun Kit... because he asked about  girl interns....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm..mm... That is a good question.. By the way this is Chun Kit(on the left). This picture were taken in Singapore, Orchard Road, when we were... er... what were we doing there? with Sweetu too??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/orchard15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 256px; height: 193px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/orchard15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..... Chun Kit is one of my very few friend who is ...taller than me. You can see this from the photo and also..... " black... and white.." ahhhaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;In Siemens Bruchsal there are only 3 interns. ( As far as I know). Me, my friend and my another friend...&lt;br /&gt;I have known them all. All GUYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately, there are still "girls" ... full time workers..who are married and with kids.&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is they still consider them as girls. It can be quite obvious from the way that they dress... very trendy.. I LIKE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One incident happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, My chef, a guy colleague and I were talking about.... girls around here. during the discussion.. or ( actually gossiping) I told them...&lt;br /&gt;" Aber.... es gibt keine junge Maedchen hier..."   --&gt; But..there are no young girls here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly... (BAM!!!!!) The lady workers near me came to me immediately and... and..........&lt;br /&gt;... you know  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I said that because during the gossip they used the word "Maedchen" (girls). For them, " girls" is applicable. But for me... they are " WOMAN"!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why... the communication barrier between the working adults and a "poor" intern like me...  sigh..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111221555697932371?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111221555697932371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111221555697932371&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111221555697932371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111221555697932371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/03/girls-interns_30.html' title='Girls Interns???'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111218187613902310</id><published>2005-03-30T13:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:18:27.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I have met another intern!!!</title><content type='html'>So... Bruchsal is a small city and the number of interns is also .. pretty small. I thought I was the only intern in Siemens AG Bruchsal and I have been working with adults ( really adualts, with white hairs). It was so boring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month later (early March) I decided to go to the HR deparment and asked if there are other interns. Surprisingly, they dont know.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking.. :" Come on!!! You are working in the HR deparment, every intern will have to gone through signing contracts in this department..." Ok.. anyway... at least they have me a name of an employer, who might has an intern working for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was leaving the HR department, I passed by the security, where I collected my Siemens working pass. I asked the security if he has given the intern working pass like mine to other workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"keine Ahnung!"  --&gt; No idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I dont blame him, even the HR department doesnt know. But the luck was by my side. A man passed by and the security asked him if he knew anything about interns. Finally this man brought me to another man, who introduced me to another man and then from him I get to know another man, finally I found one german intern, with whom I am having lunch everyday. His name is Frank Felten. This was the 1st intern then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today while I was in the cantine, another guy saw me and asked me.... "Bist du ein Werkstudent??"-&gt; Are you a student trainee??&lt;br /&gt;And there was when I met another german intern, an his name is Oliver Ulrich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that it is easier for them to discover me than I discover them. Because even though I am older by age, I seem more like a student then they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm...... do I look childish...??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111218187613902310?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111218187613902310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111218187613902310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111218187613902310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111218187613902310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/03/finally-i-have-met-another-intern.html' title='Finally I have met another intern!!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111213012960861961</id><published>2005-03-29T22:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:08:14.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT!!! JASON YOU DID THAT??. ..........huh huh?? sorry loh... :(</title><content type='html'>Ok guys.... I just realised that I have done one mistake during my cycling trip to Wiesloch and back to Bruchsal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used..... the highway.. (which is supposed to be forbidden.  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was asked by my colleagues what I have done during the Easter holiday. I told them that I went for cycling to Wiesloch and bla bla bla. Then from the conversation, I mentioned about the highway.... and .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;(BAM!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;WAS!!! HAST DU DAS GEMACHT!!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;==&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( WHAT!!! YOU DID THAT!!!!???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh.. pai seh pai seh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acutally I do know such rule... but I was abit confused... because from the place, there was no cycling path. Then I was cycling on the normal street.. legally. And then suddenly... the road led me to the high way... ( actually I still didn't know that it was a high way at that time).&lt;br /&gt;While I was cycling..... zoom.. zoom~~~~~ in the speed of light.... :P ,&lt;br /&gt;every car driver that passed by  was looking.. or staring at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;what.... Do I have left over chocolate ice cream on my face....??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised.... oh... shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of no where, I saw the cycling path, which was originated from ...somewhere..  on the other side of the highway. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;" WHAT!! How do I get there at the 1st place... "&lt;/span&gt;  And I couldn't cross over to the cycling path as there was a divider between the high way and the cycling path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ahh screw it &lt;/span&gt;and I continued cycling back for (90 minutes on the high way) and finally, I reached home safely... softly...and... deadly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ZZZZzzz.zz..z.zz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111213012960861961?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111213012960861961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111213012960861961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111213012960861961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111213012960861961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-jason-you-did-that-huh-huh-sorry.html' title='WHAT!!! JASON YOU DID THAT??. ..........huh huh?? sorry loh... :('/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111196691788602081</id><published>2005-03-28T01:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T01:58:16.456+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Spring time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT's spring time!!! It is also my 1st time experiencing spring season...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... finally I am can feel the sun light, see the sun ray shining down, see the ants, spider, flying insects searching for food...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I haven't seen ants so far since September.  I finally  saw one ant on last friday.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry, I didn't prepare a camera that time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather now is getting warmer, no more snow..... sigh.... I miss the time when I played snow ball fighting with friends, builded  snow man, skiing, sleding, played frisbee on the snow in the midnight...&lt;br /&gt;Those memory can only happened once in my life time. And...... one is enough... and it will always be kept in my memory... an unforgetable memory.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111196691788602081?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111196691788602081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111196691788602081&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111196691788602081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111196691788602081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-spring-time.html' title='It&apos;s Spring time!!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111196372335101087</id><published>2005-03-26T23:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:47:47.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't cycle to Speyer but ...</title><content type='html'>Today is Saturday and most of my friends went for travelling. Clement went to Denmark, Yu went to Serbia, Jorge went to Neuschwanstein Castle, Khon was still in Munich, studying for his Englisn Test. As for me.... I don't have money to travel with them, hence.... I did a cheaper travel. I went for cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st I wanted to travel to Speyer, but thought that it might be too far and I still don't understand how the cycling map works. Therefore I decided to travel to somewhere nearer. to Wiesloch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Presentation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Presentation1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I haven't heard before where and what Wiesloch has. I just looked at the map and chose that city as it is one of the bigger city around that area. (other than Speyer, Heidelberg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about 90 minutes, I reached Wiesloch. The weather wasn't that good as it was raining but wan't that distracting from cycling. At the middle of that photo, it is a ice cream shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellner: Bitte schoen!!&lt;br /&gt;Jason:  Eine Kugel Schokolade, und eine Kugel... das  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;( ein scoop of the chocolate and ein scoop of.... that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellner: Oh.. Das ist Vanilla Kirsche.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; ( ohhh that's Vanilla Cherry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Oh..ok... Vanilla Kirsche bitte. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(Oh..ok  Vanialla Cherry pls..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellner: Das macht 1 Euro. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;( 1 Euro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Danke schoen. Gibt es eine Toilette in der Naehe von hier? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(Thank you. Is there toilet near by hear??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go to toilet  1st before I cycled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 283px; height: 213px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Statue in Wiesloch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was on the way back, I saw this bird net. I haven't seen that type of birds before except from movies or cartoon. So beautiful. and when they are flying, it looks very big. 1st I thought it was an eagle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after coming back home, (at 6pm), I slept from 7pm till 11.30pm. Then I cooked my dinner at ate at (12.30am) and then I went to bed at 4am. hahhahah, interesting life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111196372335101087?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111196372335101087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111196372335101087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111196372335101087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111196372335101087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-didnt-cycle-to-speyer-but.html' title='I didn&apos;t cycle to Speyer but ...'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111179024612927675</id><published>2005-03-25T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:37:26.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>~~Good friday~~Karfreitag~~</title><content type='html'>hmm.... today is good friday... I slept till 3.15pm, broken the record of mine... 15 hours!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today was kind of a quiet and simple day. I woke up at 3.15, cycled to the health club, did some cardio exercise, then went to the lake, lying under the sun...then sauna... steamroom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled back, a friend cooked dinner for me, after eating, we went for walking...then... now is the time for me to write this in my blog at 11.24pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I planned to cycle to Speyer...50 km from where I stay(about 3 hours cycle i think). Plan to stay 2 days in Speyer and than come back on Monday.  Just bought a map for biking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems that the weather tomorrow is not good. It will rain. Moreover, I still haven't booked any hostel yet and I don't have compass to search for directions.  hm.... should I go??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe go somewhere nearer.  Let's see how. Schau mer mal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111179024612927675?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111179024612927675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111179024612927675&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111179024612927675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111179024612927675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-fridaykarfreitag.html' title='~~Good friday~~Karfreitag~~'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111152325055029298</id><published>2005-03-23T06:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:29:20.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...hmm...what is that for actually...??</title><content type='html'>hmm.. I see it everytime but I still don't know what it is.  What is "Konditioner"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life here in Bruchsal is very simple and peaceful. In other word.... "BORING!!!" So to make myself occupied and active, I joined a health club in my town. I go to the health club every day after working...&lt;br /&gt;(What?? So motivated?? boh pian wat....or else stay at home grow mushroom meh.??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... What can one do in the health club?? Well, one can do something healthy there. hehehehe.. ok ok. There are gyms, sauna, steam room, super cold pool, massage, outdoor volleyball, lake, garten, restaurant,...and .. ya... german chicks....young and old. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....let's get back to the main topic.... what is " Konditioner".....&lt;br /&gt;is it the conditioner that we use for washing hair? 1st I thought it is.... but..... it is located by the basin, where we wash hand, (not hair pls...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 bottles. One is Seife (soap), Lotion and ... "Konditioner".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there a bottle of conditioner by the basin? weird....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a man there and he said.... Das ist wie Gel, fuer deine Haare.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; "That's like Gel for your hair"  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok then... I wet my hair and applied the gel on my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AIYA!!!!!!!!!!!!!  NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It feels like shampoo... what the ****. I took shower &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN &lt;/span&gt;and when I checked out, I asked a german girl on duty about what Konditioner is.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Ich hab eine Frage. In der Dusche am Basin gibt es eine Flasche, die Konditioner heisst.Kannst du mir sagen, was das ist? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;( I have a question. there is a Conditioner bottle by the basin in the wash room. Could you tell me what that is?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Girl: Das ist fuer deine Haare. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;( That is for your hair)  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(DUH!! of course I know that!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Wofuer? Ist das ein Shampoo oder.. Gel.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; ( For what? is that shampoo or... gel..?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Gel.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(gel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Today is not april fool right?  Maybe the gel  (Made in Germany) is different.&lt;br /&gt;I will try again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheeeheh&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111152325055029298?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111152325055029298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111152325055029298&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111152325055029298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111152325055029298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmmhmmwhat-is-that-for-actually_22.html' title='hmm...hmm...what is that for actually...??'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111144152681947464</id><published>2005-03-21T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T00:13:49.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Part4: Khon wanna be part of the story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/CIMG0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/CIMG0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... actually everything happened to me, Clement and Yu has been planed and done by.. Khon, chinese german whom I met in CDC (Carls Duisberg Centrum in Munich) back in Sept 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khon stole Yu's handphone and keys while Yu was sleeping at the farm. And then he sent an email to Clement to ask him to forget to bring his cell phone. And Clement did forget. Then somemore he tried to arrange for the train from Bruchsal to Stuttgart to be late so that I could board the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday night when I received the 1st voice message from Clement, Khon made me realised that I won't retrieve the message if I am out of home zone. And it did happen. I didn't retrieve the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khon.... you win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111144152681947464?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111144152681947464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111144152681947464&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111144152681947464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111144152681947464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/03/part4-khon-wanna-be-part-of-story.html' title='Part4: Khon wanna be part of the story'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111143454528052475</id><published>2005-03-21T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T02:24:46.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part3: What a confusing, exhausting but interesting and funny weekend!!</title><content type='html'>So…What about Yu?? How and why did Yu lose his cell phone and house key?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I don't know the details. Yu himself doesn't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we know is... on thursday night Yu went to a house party and he was drunk. He remembered himself wondering around, walking and climbing up a fence, entering a farm, choosing a spot.. to...............sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up in the next morning and realised that his house keys and cell phone were not with him. But fortunately he still had his wallet. He went to work immediately and took some naps while working.&lt;br /&gt;He did received an email from me, saying that I wasn't feeling well and couldn't travel to Stuttgart. That was all. He couldn't receive my phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Clement has already informed Yu about his arrival, Yu met up his Clement and both of them went to look for the keys and cell phone, but still in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu decided to stay a night with his friend and Clement decided to come to Bruchsal to look for me on friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was.... we would have met up each other because while I was waiting for them in the Yu's hostel's TV room, Yu and Clement were actully about to enter the hostel. But Yu thought that it was pointless to enter as he didn't have the key. So... they left... (SHIT!!). Till then they still didnt know that I was in Stuttgart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some time at the night Yu has actually seen me in the S Bahn (MRT) and he thought that it shouldn't be me because I was supposed to be in Bruchsal ... ( SHIT!!! SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Clement left me the 1st message to my cell phone. Usually I dont read the message unless I am in my home zone ( free of charge). But I decided to retrieve the message half an hour later, just in case it was sent by Clements or Yu's.&lt;br /&gt;If I read the message immediately after I received it, then I would have met them in Stuttgart!!  ( SHIT!! SHIT!! SHIT!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another (SHIT !!! SHIT!! SHIT!! SHIT!!) thingie was.... actually I could have missed the train to Stuttgart ( from Bruchsal) as I was late. If I missed, I wouldn't have gone anymore. And Clement's call would be able to reach me as I would be in my home zone. The problem was... the train was late for 25 minutes. I thought I was lucky....but actually.... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SHIT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Yu came to Bruchsal on saturday night as well because his friend went to out station and wouldn't be back till very late. So.. Yu was actually .. obdachlos... (homeless) hehhee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up together and solved the mystery and finally we knew what was actually happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu has finally found his cell phone and room key because a House Master of a hostel has found them. But the house master demanded Yu to buy a bottle of wine to exchange with the house key and cell phone. Weird master...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we can say now is... the thing could have been better, if one of our cases didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;The cases were :&lt;br /&gt;I) Clement left his cell phone at home&lt;br /&gt;II) The train was late and I managed to board the train to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Stuttgart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III) Yu and Clement didn't enter the hostel while I was actually waiting for them there.&lt;br /&gt;IV)I didn't listen to the voice message from Clement immediately.&lt;br /&gt;V) and the last but not least,&lt;b&gt; YU!!!! YOU SHOULDN'T BE DRUNK!!! bad boy bad boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Bruchsal%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Bruchsal%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~~the end~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111143454528052475?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111143454528052475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111143454528052475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111143454528052475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111143454528052475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/03/part3-what-confusing-exhausting-but.html' title='Part3: What a confusing, exhausting but interesting and funny weekend!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111143173422039106</id><published>2005-03-21T20:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T02:19:34.220+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part2: What a confusing, exhausting but interesting and funny weekend!!</title><content type='html'>…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“HOLY COW!!! I AM IN STUTTGART NOW!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the time was pretty late (10.25). I didn’t have computer to check the timetable for the train or even know if there was still train traveling back to Bruchsal. I rushed back to take S-Bahn ( like MRT) to the main train station and finally I found a train leaving at 11.30pm to Bruchsal. The train would reach Bruchsal at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the train, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You have one new message on 18.03 at 12.02am&lt;/span&gt; “ Jason..! I am in Bruchsal now. It is already Midnight on Saturday. I am outside the International Uni. And there is a life strip club and there is also a telephone booth. I am right there now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.h….oh… Clement… shit.. I am still in the train . Why couldn't he got through my phone but left voice message. How couldI tell him that I was on the way??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that time onwards I would make sure that there was signal for my cell phone all the time so that I could receive his call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You have one new message on 18.03 at 12.06am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Shit!!! Why can’t I receive the phone call!!??)&lt;/span&gt; “It’s me again. I am already in the campus where you stay. But I don’t know which your room is. Yu drew me a map but I can’t find it. I don’t know your room number, can’t find your letter box. &lt;strong&gt;I don’t even have my cell phone and you can’t contact me&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I don’t have your cell phone number either but only &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;home zone number&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;It’s all I have. I don’t know where you are. Ya… it’s quite sucks right now. Ok.. This is what I am doing to do. I will go toward the main train station of Bruchsal and stay there for 30 minutes. If you still don’t show up, I will find a hostel or hotel to stay a night. So if you got this message, can you come and find me?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;home zone number&lt;/span&gt;: My Cell phone line has 2 numbers, the normal cell phone number and home zone number. One can call my hone zone number provided I am in within the range of 500m from where my home is and then the phone functions like a normal home phone. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh…. I didn’t know what to do then. The train would only reach Bruchsal in one hour time. At the same time my phone battery was going to be empty.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call my friend in Bruchsal see if they could help me to fetch Clement. Finally I found Benjamin Zimmermann, (a church friend of mine). Thank God that he wasn’t asleep yet but in a discotheque. He and his girlfriend Sarah went to the main train station and at last….. they found Clement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin called me and told me that they would wait for me in a café and then fetch us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ich bedanke mich herzlich bei euch für die Hilfe, Benjamin und Sarah. Und ich möchte mich auch bei euch dafuer entschuldigen, dass ich eure Discoparty gestört habe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Clement case has been solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…What about Yu?? How and why did Yu lose his cell phone and house key?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~End of part 2~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/clement%200601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 201px; height: 152px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/clement%200601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement is finally safe in Bruchsal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111143173422039106?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111143173422039106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111143173422039106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111143173422039106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111143173422039106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/03/part2-what-confusing-exhausting-but_21.html' title='Part2: What a confusing, exhausting but interesting and funny weekend!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111142894042900492</id><published>2005-03-21T19:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T02:14:59.226+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part1: What a confusing, exhausting but interesting and funny weekend!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought it could only happen in movies. But it did happen in real life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement(a friend of mine who is doing his internship with Siemens in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Erlangen&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;) and I have planned to travel to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Stuttgart&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to visit Yu Nagai(an intern in Bosch, also my ex roomate in Munich) on friday. But on that day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;" Yu, Clement, I am not feeling well, I cant come to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Stuttgart&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; today. Hope things can get better and perhaps see you guys tomorrow. I am so sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;. This message was sent via Email while I was still working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after working I felt better and I decided to travel to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Stuttgart&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I bought the ticket and boarded the train. So I tried to called Yu and Clement in the train to inform them that I was on the way. However, no one answered the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to call them even after arriving at &lt;st1:time hour="17" minute="30"&gt;5.30pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;) for more than ...20 times. Finally, the phone got through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason:" Hallo, Yu!! Ich bin jetzt in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Stuttgart&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;." -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;( Hello Yu, I am in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Stuttgart&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Stranger:" Wer bist du??"--&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(Who are you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason:" HAllo?? Kann ich mit Yu Sprechen?" --&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;( Can I speak with Yu?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger:" Der Besitzer hat das Handy verloren und Ich hab es gefunden. Sag ihm, sodass er &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;mich&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; anruft. " --&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The owner has lost his handphone and I found it. Tell him to call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason:" Aber er hat jetzt kein Handy. Wie kann ich ihn anrufen? Sind Sie in Stuttgart, kann ich dich treffen?"-- &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;but he doesn't have handphone now. How can I contact him? Are you in Stuttgart? Can I meet you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Stranger:" Nein! Tschau!"-- &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;No. Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---end---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOHHH MY GOD!!!! How am I going to contact Yu? I dont know where he stays....He is supposed to meet me here and he does not even know that I am here!!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I habe been trying to call Clement so many time but no one answered the phone too.. why?? So weird..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Finally I decided to call Xiao Qing ( from NUS, doing her internship with Bosch in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Stuttgart&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; too and she knows Yu). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hello Xiao Qing. Jason here. I am in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Stuttgart&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; now. Are you free to meet me?”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;She came and I explained to her what has happened. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Qing: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;“Don’t worry. My colleague (Ying Qi) in Bosch is Yu’s housemate. I can contact her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ying Qi gave me Yu’s address and at the same time she left a message on Yu’s door, saying that I was in stuttgart. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So Xiao Qing and I were spending time in the town walking around and having dinner, waiting for Yu’s or Clement’s call simultaneously. Until &lt;st1:time hour="21" minute="30"&gt;9.30pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;, I decided to go to Yu’s place and wait. Yu and Clement might be having dinner and might not be home to read the message yet. Moreover, I could also give them a surprise!! GOOD IDEA! OK... Go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(half an hour later....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hu...hu.....(tired) I found ...his place finally...(at &lt;st1:time hour="22" minute="0"&gt;10pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;)… Not an easy task. I waited in the common TV room in the hostel and watched TV with an Indian. Yu and Clement would be very surprise when they saw me. LOL!!!! La~~la~~la~~…..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While waiting, I remember that I received a voice message half hour ago and decided to listen. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You have one new message on 18.03 at &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:time style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" hour="21" minute="45"&gt;&lt;i&gt;9.30pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;“ Jason. Clement here. I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;going to Bruchsal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; to look for you now. Yu has lost his cell phone and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;his house keys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;. Can’t even enter his room. I am using a public phone to call you now becasue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I left my cell phone in my room in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Erlangen&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;. I will reach Bruchsal at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;" hour="23" minute="45"&gt;11.45pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; and will call you again when I am there. Bye”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;“HOLY COW!!! I AM IN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;STUTTGART&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; NOW!!”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(~~end of part 1~~) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111142894042900492?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111142894042900492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111142894042900492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111142894042900492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111142894042900492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/03/part1-what-confusing-exhausting-but_21.html' title='Part1: What a confusing, exhausting but interesting and funny weekend!!'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111067573968033205</id><published>2005-03-16T02:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T14:43:52.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Visit for Night xxx  in Bruchsal???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was so surprise!!! havent done that in my whole life before!!! got addicted and wanna go back for more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday..... I was invited by some friends for...for.... Night.... night what?? a Night MOVIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to a cinema with some friends here in Bruchsal. There is this thing call preview here. ( i am not sure if there is such thing is Malaysia or Singapore). And of course i didnt understand what preview is when my friends told me. So, to some of you who are as "innocent" as I, preview is the screening of the new movie, which is still hasnt been .... .. screened :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ticket is very cheap, but you wont know what movie will be screened when you bought the ticket. The ticket costs 2.50 or 3.50 Euro, depends on which seat one chooses. (The normal price is 8Euro).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was my &lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt; visit to Cinema so far in Bruchsal. So.. after the half an hour of commersial, (as usual in Germany), a man walked on the stage to give some speech. Then he would announce what movie will be played. If there are some audiences whose Bday falls on the same day, that man will announce his name and all of us will sing Bday song together. hahahaa so funny.&lt;br /&gt;(Of course that man would be informed before hand about the Bday boy/girl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky.. in the sense that... my 1st preview movie is a good movie... I dont know the name .. because when that MC mentioned the name of the movie, he mentioned it in german and by the time he finished his speech, I have forgotten the name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie of course is also in german. I have missed some of the joke as I couldnt understand all. But as least I laughed for few times~~~ (shows that my german is not bad at all~~ :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the movie, we will vote if this movie is worthwhile watching or ..sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guess how did I vote for this movie?? ....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I didnt vote. Because I couldnt find where the box is for me to cast my vote. So forget it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then... update you guys more later.&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111067573968033205?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111067573968033205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111067573968033205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111067573968033205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111067573968033205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/03/1st-visit-for-night-xxx-in-bruchsal.html' title='1st Visit for Night xxx  in Bruchsal???'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111101335107647875</id><published>2005-03-11T23:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T23:54:01.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Skiing, Not skating, but .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.... sledding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine drove us to Black Forest at night for sledding. That was my 1st time going to Black Forest, and also sledding. For those of you have heard before "Black Forest Cake", it is originated from there. So far the cake that we have eaten in Malaysia and Singapore, is  different. The real black Forest cake is with alchohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were sledding from 8pm to 10pm.  Tried different style of sledding,  like.. all tighted together like a train;  side by side; superman.... hahah .. For the train.. if one falls, all will ...what ???&lt;br /&gt;That's right!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111101335107647875?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111101335107647875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111101335107647875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111101335107647875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111101335107647875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-skiing-not-skating-but.html' title='Not Skiing, Not skating, but .....'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111101164518182587</id><published>2005-03-08T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T23:43:16.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back in time???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallo Guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On last friday I went back to Munich to meet my old Munich friends. (Old???) hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very happy to meet back all of them after 1 month of not seeing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Stuttgart 1st and met Yu &amp;amp; his sister there and then we travelled together to Munich. Yu has forgotten his Bahn Card and used mine. (With Bahn card get can 50% discount for the train ticket which can save about $S50).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right the bahn card can only be shared if we buy together and travel from the same place to the same place. And I have already bought my ticket from Bruchsal. We just gave it a try and hope that the accuse " we dont know" can be accepted by the train ticket conductor. In the train, the conductor didnt even check my bahn card. hahahaa so.... escape!! But coming back that time.... kena lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met back Khon, Xiao Quai, Jorge and Clement( didnt expect Clement would come back as well) So surprise when he called me and sais "Jason , are you in Muenchen?? So am I!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Studenten Stadt, the student town where I stayed last time to have dinner with Clement and Jorge. Khon was with me. Why Studenten Stadt?? Because the food there is big and cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed very fast and now I am sitting in fron of the computer in the office working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. Time up. 3.30 pm. Time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason  oder JAvier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111101164518182587?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111101164518182587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111101164518182587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111101164518182587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111101164518182587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/03/going-back-in-time.html' title='Going back in time???'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111100994700716038</id><published>2005-02-28T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T10:08:11.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Short trip to England</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallo again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from England yesterday. I went there to visit my sister and cousins. I stayed in Liverpool, travelled to Peak District and Chester. No time to visit Liverpool. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo, the beautiful gal in front is my sister. The rest at the back are my cousins. (except the one at your right). That is Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travelled by Easy Jet, the low barget airline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 243px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I stayed at my cousins place. The photo below is the apartment at he stays. He is a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT000415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT000415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My counsin took us around the town and below are some photos taken then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 179px; height: 134px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin has 2 more siblings. All of them are staying in England. 2 are working as doctor, and one youngest one is studying at the livelpool uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took train to Chester, another beautiful town in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that in England there is still a old tu tu train.... pretty interesting. We travelled around the town by the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day counsin drove us up to Peak District, to visit a Cave, and also to play snow fighting!! And also build snowman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 162px; height: 121px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT00587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 162px; height: 121px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT00587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to meet my sister and my cousins. That was also the 1st time for me visiting England, UK. After that I got to travel back to Germany, Bruchsal to continue with my internship with Siemens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111100994700716038?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111100994700716038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111100994700716038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111100994700716038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111100994700716038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/02/short-trip-to-england.html' title='Short trip to England'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-112334539988331015</id><published>2005-02-03T06:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T18:23:19.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT01741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT01741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my new working place!! SIEMENS AG in Bruchsal!!&lt;br /&gt;My contract is from 3.02.05 to 11.07.05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that my jobs will be interesting and my colleagues will be helpful and friendsly~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-112334539988331015?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/112334539988331015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=112334539988331015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112334539988331015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/112334539988331015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/02/internship.html' title='Internship'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111101127611581062</id><published>2005-02-02T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T00:05:13.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New home?? New friends??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my exchange program in Munich has ended and now I have already moved to Bruchsal ( another town in Germany) for my internsip with Siemens. I bought cycle over there so that I can cycle to work and look around in the town. The town is pretty small. No matter where i ride, I will definitely ride back to the same place. In the picture, it is a baroque design castle in Bruchsal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111101127611581062?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111101127611581062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111101127611581062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111101127611581062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111101127611581062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-home-new-friends.html' title='New home?? New friends??'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111101409801352970</id><published>2005-02-01T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T00:02:41.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where will be my next destiny after Munich??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day for me to leave Munich.... to Bruchsal. My good friends and I has rented a car,as I have too many stuffs to carry. So, it would b easier for me if travel by car. My 2 friends, Jorge from Mexico and Yu from USA.. or.... Japan were driving the car. As for me.... I am not used to left side driving... so.... hehehe.... Surprisingly the car that was offered to us was Audi.. We thought we would get a small car...haaaha They helped me to carry my stuffs .. drove me there ...i am so touched... :' )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111101409801352970?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111101409801352970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111101409801352970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111101409801352970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111101409801352970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/02/where-will-be-my-next-destiny-after.html' title='Where will be my next destiny after Munich??'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407154.post-111100336418566191</id><published>2005-01-01T21:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T23:44:04.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/640/PICT0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4165/320/PICT0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallo &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAllo Guys and Gals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess most of you have already known that I am in Germany. Well for those who still do not know, let me tell you now. " Hey, you know, I am in Germany now!!" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My student exchange program has already ended in January. Now I am doing my internship with Siemens. The department where i am working is dealing with supply chain(Management of the&lt;br /&gt;material flow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would say the I really enjoy my life here in Germany, especially the friends I have here and the ... cold weather. Snow alot... up to -17 degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my exchange program, I took only 2 modules. But 3 big projects. I only spent about 3hours per week for the lecture but the rest of the time was for my 3 projects. and therefore I only had 2 exams. But I did only one, which was an oral exam conducted in english. The professor gave me this english oral even though he cant really speak good english.. so nice...&lt;br /&gt;Then for the other exam ( Project Management), have to be in written form and must be in german. I couldn't seat for that exam because I need to leave earlier to other city for my internship. The city is quite far away .. with train it takes about 4 hours and it costs about S$125 or RM250.&lt;br /&gt;So.. too bad , coudln't seat for the exam.&lt;br /&gt;Guess who chose the date for the internship ???  :P&lt;br /&gt;Start earlier can also get money earlier      LOL~~~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then.. I would stop here. Will continue to update you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11407154-111100336418566191?l=jasonooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/feeds/111100336418566191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11407154&amp;postID=111100336418566191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111100336418566191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11407154/posts/default/111100336418566191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonooi.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-life-in-germany.html' title='My life in Germany'/><author><name>Javier Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249338383520985961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
