tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919587009469985772024-03-06T15:09:59.052+11:00LeoC: Another chapter of life~NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-74620928901560279572010-02-25T10:43:00.001+11:002010-02-25T10:43:49.865+11:00A really really fucked-up day to begin with..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqH8UorfXexkiTHRCMrYcIFrlgstdhOU1lPkQDy0wR_R2dqLwlIJl4fwwhMAcWOkrsZF_RcsmiLQ7ozuoGJ20lsVuTGLRjEaBFeVxHemf8bQIi2xrgllK51WIS02wboevmdle4ZujMivy/s1600-h/oms.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441959866124348082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqH8UorfXexkiTHRCMrYcIFrlgstdhOU1lPkQDy0wR_R2dqLwlIJl4fwwhMAcWOkrsZF_RcsmiLQ7ozuoGJ20lsVuTGLRjEaBFeVxHemf8bQIi2xrgllK51WIS02wboevmdle4ZujMivy/s320/oms.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-82213098407475961902010-02-24T12:52:00.000+11:002010-02-24T13:32:59.374+11:00Yet another new chapter of life.To be frank, not even once have I thought of reviving my blog but today, as I am sitting right now in the campus library and my both feet kissing this ground that feels so farmiliar yet remote to me, I know I'd better put all my thoughts accruing from the past nine days into words for I know not when I would be back to this site again.<br /><br />There was definitely a drastic leap of my life and my emotion alike when I first stepped out from MAS airplane and walked towards the custom counters: I am now on my own. The feelings were so jumbled up as I couldn't make up whether I was excited or not. Maybe the intermediate between two. The day before I was literally sulking having known that the day that I had been apprehensive of had finally come and yet, all over her weathered face was an expression denoting no emotion at all. Her tone was even flat when she was urging me to dress up and get ready into the car. Yeah, she had had enough. I boarded the plane later shrugging off the weight after talking to her in the phone.<br /><br />Living on my own was not actually a big deal. I just knew I was not going to be a loner. So, it is to my greatest relief that I have this girl friend staying two units away from where I live. The passion in one fresh relationship might be so strong that it actually makes your first few days in a new living environment heaven; but when the reality sinks in, I have acknowledged the need to sustain it- and yeah, that is when the experiences from the past start to haunt, so much so that I begin to take many initiatives to keep the fire burning on. You might say one-way relationship never works out in the end - for me, I don't give a damn. The resources are mine to give and I am too tired to bother whether others will cherish them or not. Well, I guess most of them go to waste.<br /><br />Yet, there's this small contradictory voice in me that actually urges me to take chances.<br />This teensy hope that hopes for the best.<br />Yeah, that's all I need.NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-58683947057876369282009-01-21T22:25:00.000+11:002009-01-21T23:18:30.805+11:00''Boy'' in KBUIt's been a very long while since I got involved in drama, and the memory of being a drama props in secondary school life seems so remote to me now.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">However, today was drama day for my EAL/D!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> It was actually one of the activities in my EAL/D course. So our class was actually asked to carry out a role-play featuring the characters in ''Boy''. A selected novel for the literature study. Yesterday night, my group gathered at hostel and we had rehearsal in the TV room. We selected a chapter called "Goat's Tobacco' out of the book. It was very fun watching them acting as someone else and we also gave some suggestions to improve the performance. It took about one hour and half to finish the drama practice.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2pLZtvb_K-FNEKzNjuij6hQliXDly79zyb6DvcTCckym06MrFXUkfYjGTpDpiXhZkw9eus0tFVy7IsJWm92925ImnxqJ1oUVobP2myFiOrEqB19h8bQ2lEw_oKaIcxE81G33sgwcf2Lla/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2pLZtvb_K-FNEKzNjuij6hQliXDly79zyb6DvcTCckym06MrFXUkfYjGTpDpiXhZkw9eus0tFVy7IsJWm92925ImnxqJ1oUVobP2myFiOrEqB19h8bQ2lEw_oKaIcxE81G33sgwcf2Lla/s320/DSC00700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293710212994396610" border="0" /></a><br />Rehearsing the drama. It was actually a scene where Beng and KCV (couple) sweet- talking while everyone else ( notice Hazman, the one covering his eyes) was speechless.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7mrqwId1FO5IU8ZRGZC6PqRCq48YnxKTDkBkkXjXwF2yznCi77EEbyZsC8tk86Tpl3uA5Grmen5GgSkNWtH-4Eqmzcfo5McQ2IvEV48shLaOAeUlc0gHzsVWDtUHVKhhF4Whko56TZ1b-/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7mrqwId1FO5IU8ZRGZC6PqRCq48YnxKTDkBkkXjXwF2yznCi77EEbyZsC8tk86Tpl3uA5Grmen5GgSkNWtH-4Eqmzcfo5McQ2IvEV48shLaOAeUlc0gHzsVWDtUHVKhhF4Whko56TZ1b-/s320/DSC00702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293711482603540578" border="0" /></a>Syafiqah was actually acting, but her way of giggling was really pulling my leg. From left: Hazman, Sabri, Ruby, Syafiqah and Eliza.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />The drama session today started after being assigned with n-piles of homework. The first role-play was Daniel group. The way MUD (blue shirt guy) portrayed as Mrs Pratchett ( a mean sadistic woman) was simply vivid!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlBDPaG-mH_zaVfsbk0ZZgPBxOYRhP1c-SYiEGle2PsFp0KYYLtGV9JLbyfrSyEepMK_Tj-A5P3SsKFDV7mh0vQd8BJKsTrYYX60QgmVP3ZFVsoFxy8lRaVJS0J-wjeZBzDVPh16fnCln/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlBDPaG-mH_zaVfsbk0ZZgPBxOYRhP1c-SYiEGle2PsFp0KYYLtGV9JLbyfrSyEepMK_Tj-A5P3SsKFDV7mh0vQd8BJKsTrYYX60QgmVP3ZFVsoFxy8lRaVJS0J-wjeZBzDVPh16fnCln/s320/DSC00704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293712815359237714" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Then, the next drama was carried out by Liyana Group. Nadiah was especially adorable due to her sugary tone. Next was Atiqah and Syireen, the fantastic duet. They and my group had a draw in the end, rewarded with a packet of Bootlaces. Subsequent turn was my group (Hadn't taken any photo). Then, the last was Sarah group. They had this witty way of involving us in their role-play where they asked us to stand up as Sarah, acting as the Headmaster, demanded a spot-check to find out the actors that hid among us. Everyone laughed and of course, gave warm oration after every drama.: Well, you never get to see your friends act in a role-play everyday, do you? =)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidhB7dhEdFlDYRr81iARrWURB1HLydAOL5GNWdOMJck-edrd4AKJLBCp4mq1L5KFXrF_hzFw6da9Yzvghv9bF1vvu6M08dCCe9CfOFQNQMoxZEbke92Av9o8KFMZG6xbvGIIYlndXCbY5N/s1600-h/DSC00705.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidhB7dhEdFlDYRr81iARrWURB1HLydAOL5GNWdOMJck-edrd4AKJLBCp4mq1L5KFXrF_hzFw6da9Yzvghv9bF1vvu6M08dCCe9CfOFQNQMoxZEbke92Av9o8KFMZG6xbvGIIYlndXCbY5N/s320/DSC00705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293715661640893378" border="0" /></a>Nadiah (yellow shirt) and Liyana.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtc6dL99W8Pd4i1edekULgw5wmqRBk0gC3l1YU8v7BHDISaV74RmMaiCerru-rlbwzvwlyo-4LZUdDbcJrgNOlZHsVg-sI-FnL-COvRtw6TEtu2R631_FJK-A8sqUn9-_oU0knpJgh-8g/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtc6dL99W8Pd4i1edekULgw5wmqRBk0gC3l1YU8v7BHDISaV74RmMaiCerru-rlbwzvwlyo-4LZUdDbcJrgNOlZHsVg-sI-FnL-COvRtw6TEtu2R631_FJK-A8sqUn9-_oU0knpJgh-8g/s320/DSC00711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293716148328922306" border="0" /></a>Atiqah and Syireen. Really love how Atiqah acted as headmaster. The teddy bear was supposed to be a student called Dobson.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmx26oULJzOlwMHJjdxobpCg_oXDIKeksMiq8kJAdVALjzNgzNZ57_uVmpwOGqrVGJ8X1ZvuoeSoRUr-o-VHnMC_BBatvmC7mcL0KOHoTq79DfR1_BRaASHBUcrrekj-AwdM-zdM97e7p2/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmx26oULJzOlwMHJjdxobpCg_oXDIKeksMiq8kJAdVALjzNgzNZ57_uVmpwOGqrVGJ8X1ZvuoeSoRUr-o-VHnMC_BBatvmC7mcL0KOHoTq79DfR1_BRaASHBUcrrekj-AwdM-zdM97e7p2/s320/DSC00713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293717661847613634" border="0" /></a>Sarah, Mi and Franky. Franky had Mrs Pratchett defined in another way.<br />Superb =D<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> So that's all I have got to tell about today. Especially memorable I'd say. Thanks to the group members of ''Goat Tobacco'': I had a nice time with everyone!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBAwPrf2uiPuN4NbJRqiaLqnbscPQcDx2TiI1JxJKpFt_uTKg8HAyJsMGvez57iE4sZT8_41rlLXPI-yaXOXsymkyB8Ty2XrjyZ2He8l3YLV8TsTYYboZZMQ3qQQtKp0cJiXw95d2JAf-E/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBAwPrf2uiPuN4NbJRqiaLqnbscPQcDx2TiI1JxJKpFt_uTKg8HAyJsMGvez57iE4sZT8_41rlLXPI-yaXOXsymkyB8Ty2XrjyZ2He8l3YLV8TsTYYboZZMQ3qQQtKp0cJiXw95d2JAf-E/s320/DSC00696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293719186171798562" border="0" /></a><br />A Bunga Raya as my gratitude! =)<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-26511312541841317972009-01-16T20:33:00.000+11:002009-01-16T22:05:27.411+11:00Reflection of some crappy stuffs (Alert: boring!)I used to think that...<br /><br /> Being indifferent is something despicable.<br /> Giving up is the notion a coward holds.<br /> But to stand up relentless against all odds, to be overly obsessed with wins and losses, how ever steady is a wall, would one day be crumbled by a sheer drop of rain, or just a breath of wind.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> Is there a equilibrium point? Nah... day transitions into night through evening (or vice versa), black is the nuance of white itself (or vice versa) - Absoluteness is relative. Where is the perfectly middle line? Only exist in the presumably isolated dimension. So in what dimension are we?<br /></div><br /> A dimension of ambiguity. A universe of relativity. A universe within universe - the indivisibility of a particle.<br /><br /> So are these all about philosophy or science? No. Absolutely no. Who am I to explain all these self-contradictory theories? I am born to live, and I , at the bottom of my heart, want to live to the fullest. It's something absolute for me. Long time ago, I'd assume that what was general was surely impeccable, a perfection. With all the little confidence that's left in me, I couldn't even resist the orthodox. I cloned people's views and squeezed them into my own, like a child forcing a square block into a round slot. Then, judgement ensued. My own judgement in which I tailored all my thoughts on the ground of people's measures - I became a hypocrite to myself, contradicting myself while thinking i was dignified at being same as everyone else. No one would think I am eccentric, or deviant, or a weirdo. No one would throw me a contemptuous glance. How nice was that! However, time proved me wrong, very wrong indeed: I have lost myself. I see millions of people with my own eyes, but have seldom spared some time to look at myself . To include everyone into my daily lives but not myself, it's so paradoxical. My entity has become questionable. I don't even feel farmiliar with the face I see when standing in front of mirror.<br /><br /> Why?<br /><br /> Well, I guess Jon, you know the answer. I know the answer, too.<br /> <br /> For me, the answer is absolute. Because it's my own view. I have faith in it, and faith in Jon's.<br />To my pleasure, I knew that someone understands. It's well enough for me. It offers more than I have bargained for. However, a subtle feeling would sometimes arise that I fear that I've put faith in wrong person. Some sort of subconciousness. Nevertheless, I want to say here that I am not investing my trust on people I like. Now, I just feel comfortable to trust whom I should trust. Jon, if you are reading this, I will honestly tell you that I want you to be happy to have read this. Just feel like doing it. Nothing ghey here and nothing flattery.<br /><br /> Until then, I have somehow changed my attitude in my college ( If anyone has read my posts about college life before). I am OK with it - That's enough. Being occasionally reflective on some deep stuffs while in college, I would just shrug it off - That's enough. Having burdened with all the current pressures of homeworks and tests - That's definitely enough. Just let it be, life's too short to cry over the spilt milk.NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-60562416725069150552008-12-09T02:16:00.000+11:002008-12-09T02:33:29.690+11:00Night at MeenasJason: take that naan la...<br /> Vincent: Oh...Free of charge ah...keke..<br /><br /> Yeah... Back to old times in the mamak. How Vincent was biting that naan and spat out some while laughing at his own alaska jokes and everyone stared at him in silence... den broke into laughter... Maybe some dirty jokes..or shooting each other..Aha.. what a nice moment we've had... Life is not all beers and skittles, but a moment of laughing, joking and back to our real self, not to worry and think twice before we say out something, is what I really value.<br /><br /> Night hasn't been so relaxing to me...NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-61491901433597013082008-11-29T17:09:00.000+11:002008-11-29T22:22:02.509+11:00One Toy SoldierIt's December. I happen to find out that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Enya's</span> latest album, '' And Winter Came'', is available in any SPEEDY retail store. The album cover itself is intriguing: Snowy background with the New Age giant herself standing beside a silver merry-go-round pony. As usual, her ethereal singing never fails - And this time with a brilliant Christmas touch! From holiday bells ringing in the '' Train and Winter's Rain' to the Gaelic rendition of "Silent Night', <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Enya's</span> voice journeys you through the musing realm of winter( even in Malaysia!) and indeed, portrays before you the festive season in the very essence of the singer herself ...<br /><br />Alright... Now <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> gonna review on a very powerfully-performed song inside the album - Though as naive or childish as it sounds, '' One Toy Soldier', has its lyric so subtly written. The song vividly interpreted one of the Hans Christian Andersen’s most romantic tales, <i>The Steadfast Tin Soldier </i>and is in itself a musical<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>of the story. The lyric is as follow:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">One toy soldier stands alone<br />With his drum down by his side<br /><br />One toy soldier on his own<br />With his drum to keep the time<br /><br />He keeps the beet of marching feet<br />He keeps the beat so true<br />He's one small toy for one small boy<br />But his heart is oh so blue<br /><br />Who can mend my broken drum<br />Will it be as good as new<br /><br />I must play when morning comes<br />I don't, what shall I do?<br /><br />He keeps the beat of marching feet<br />He keeps the beat inside<br />While children sleep, in dreams so deep<br />There's a secret he must hide<br /><br />For he keeps the beat of marching feet<br />He keeps the beat so true<br />He wants to sing and hopes to bring<br />Happy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Christmas</span> day to you<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Da</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Da</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Da</span>...<br /><br />He keeps the beat of marching feet<br />He keeps the beat inside<br />Someone has come to mend his drum<br />Now his heart lights up with pride<br /><br />So he keeps the beat of marching feet<br />He keeps the beat so true<br />When morning comes, he plays his drum<br /><br />Happy Christmas Day to you!<br />Happy Christmas Day to you!<br />Happy Christmas Day to you!<br /><br />Holidays are here again!<br />Holidays are here again!<br />Holidays are here again!<br />Holidays are here again!<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />The song gives life to the soldier as it arrives at '' He keeps the beat of marching feet, He keeps the beat inside.'' If you read the story or watched 'Fantasia 2000' of Disney, you would probably know how Hans Andersen depicted the tragic love between the toy soldier and the paper ballerina. The toy soldier falls for the paper ballerina, and is cursed by a goblin into an arduous adventure only to be thrown into fire when he returns home. The paper ballerina too flies into the blaze. In the end, all that remains is a heart-shaped clod of tin and a burnt spangle. The meaning of the two lines aforementioned is conspicuous: The toy soldier drums and marches only to catch the paper's ballerina's attention, yet he keeps the admiration to himself. Though as ravishing as he would seem, ' But his heart is oh so blue '. Enya contrasts both the outer and inner self of the persona and construes the bittersweet in her steadfast dreamy nuances. Enya also cleverly hints listeners in the beginning of the song with a succession of ticking sound: a metaphor to the heartbeats of the toy soldier. In the lyric, 'a broken drum', for example, is tantamount to a 'broken heart'; When 'someone has come to mend his drum' , it dawns to the toy soldier that tomorrow can still be promising. The feeling brightens in the outro as the percussion intensifies, the song concludes with ''Happy Christmas Day to You!''. However, the underlying mood still denotes a subtle shade of blues: The original story has a sad ending.<br /><br />The song is more likely a bittersweet prelude of the classic tale. One would have to self-discover the depth of every each line in the lyric to feel the essence. 'One Toy Soldier' is a powerful masterpiece: how Enya incorporates her romantism into one of the Andersen's magnum opus, how she plays with the moods throughout the song and how she tells story through her singing. In fact, Enya has never failed to surprise. She is a living legend.<br /></div></div>NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-6920840232491396562008-11-25T00:10:00.000+11:002008-11-25T22:29:49.222+11:00Ragnarok Online Story *Chapter 1* ( Just testing XD )A shatter of white on an emerald-green field, above which sky of azure painted a promising morning, reciprocated the warmth of heaven's eye with brilliant smiles. Into the distant, the dandelions robustly stretched across Grassland of Prontera, snaked through the riverbank and nimbly crossed the water by dwelling on an aged decrepit wooden bridge. On the other side of the bridge, the undergrowth faltered. Greenery began to die out into a borderless desert, with occasionally conspicuous cacti sighted from the horizon. Dead with stagnated air, Sograt Desert, a land so remote to the citizens of Rune Midgard....<br /><div style="text-align: center;">* * * * * * * * *<br /></div> Inside the sanctuary of Prontera Metropolis, a hurtling footfalls echoed through the aisle. At the end of the passageway, it was the room of Father Bamph. The High Priest, looked as if he had anticipated the visitor, put down the parchment he was reading and stood up. Approaching the door swiftly, he could hear someone puffing and panting outside. He then unlocked the door, revealing an acolyte who was about to knock on it. The acolyte looked apprehensive as she stared into the Father's eyes, for her clenched fist was only a hair breadth away from hitting on the High Priest's head.<br /><br />Spotting the uneasy and fearful countenance of the acolyte, Father Bamph waved his hand to stop her from rigmarole of apology. There was something more important and urgent he had been expecting from her. He then eyed on the letter grasped in the acolyte's hand, and said: '' So, the King has replied my request, hasn't he? Hand over the letter.''<br /><br />The acolyte nodded in a grotsque way, and her breath began to intensify, as if she were being strangled from behind. Tears started to roll off her cheek and her body was shuddering violently. Father Bamph began to acknowledge something was not right, not to say the atmosphere in the aisle began to turn freezing cold. Suddenly, with a surge of wind whizzed in from the other end of the passage, the lights on the wall were doused, one by one, no sooner than a swooshing sound that emerged from the darkening end of corridor. The acolyte let out a shriek (''Run. Father!''), at the instant a dash of bloods rained upon the Father's face. Startled, the Father's eyes were fixed upon a silver seven-bladed Katar that cruelly jabbed through the feeble body of his follower.<br /><br />Father Bamph stood there, with a solemn register in his face , narrowed his eyes as he inspected the surrounding: '' Though countless bloods of innocents you have shed, Iruga, you should have taken mine on the very first thought you entered this sanctuary. My follower should be spared, at least, for letting you in. Now, now, the King has decided, my request is answered, and my life is wholly in your hand....''<br /><br />A voice, barely a whisper, yet Father Bamph caught every single word, filled the chilly air: Haha... I am not paying even a speck of my concern into the letter's answer.You are right. What I want is you, Father. Your life would, certainly, worth more than just the content of a royal parchment and... Ahh! bits of your nosiness. For once I take it away, I shall fail the Order you've been planning. The King is too foolish to have put faith in you and you know what ensues your death, Father. Any last word? I guess not.''<br /><br />Abruptly, a brilliant flash of red light wedged through the blinding darkness, followed by a faint hoarse wail, then everything was back to silence again. Under the shaft of sunlight that fell gently from the wall, a blood-stained letter was illuminated on the hand of an old man with a wide tear in the middle. A line of words was revealed above a crimson sealing wax: ...hereby consent the establishment of the Ymir Order...''<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> * * * * * * * * * * * * * *<br /></div>NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-65059275383426524562008-11-22T03:16:00.000+11:002008-11-22T03:18:26.911+11:00Nice song there, bro...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0FIo6Tx82UHUxZ5F28O2aQGp43A85gP7TlQY3pMMrfUjKMfUkNcSwje7Ru8op-IXF_jAin4KafFnSDJpuhtF9mR0zHmXCilzYlpw8BfBZns7XtwmHG2u2VVWtuUrT6Ga4Sa6v84Huvzae/s1600-h/blogpicture1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 373px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0FIo6Tx82UHUxZ5F28O2aQGp43A85gP7TlQY3pMMrfUjKMfUkNcSwje7Ru8op-IXF_jAin4KafFnSDJpuhtF9mR0zHmXCilzYlpw8BfBZns7XtwmHG2u2VVWtuUrT6Ga4Sa6v84Huvzae/s320/blogpicture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271145645793574850" border="0" /></a>NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-53729717559074860232008-11-16T02:29:00.000+11:002008-11-16T03:21:10.587+11:00Just a little then I am happy~ *Gala Nite 15/11*There is a very very little hope deep down in my heart, trivial and..ah..yes...unnoticeable... yet it has been there for years. Hope to be understood by someone.<br /><br />It dawned to me yesterday that, someone spoke my mind. I instantly appreciated it. I was very glad. For a weirdo like me that was being constantly labeled by other people, someone finally knew what i really wanted, what i really thought. Besides an old friend, i guess he's the one who, though very frank the way he spoke, saw where I was lingering about. Thanks, Beng.<br /><br />Very often that people ignore others' existence, those who are, simply, negligible. Sometimes, if someone can just notice one's presence, it is an utmost pleasure to him/her. Some people happened to ask me ' Are you happy today?' ' You look happy today.' Lols, thanks, I know I have but a choice whether to adjust my emo feeling, or not. I don't want to be emo, but sometimes when it gets overwhelming, I can only adjust.<br /><br />15/11. Gala night for JPA seniors, as a token of their parting after completing AUSMAT programme. Nice food, nice atmosphere. Especially when it came to senior's sharing session, you can just feel the emotion everywhere. I then took some photos, in fact I wanted to update my blog Lols.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgifvBSolS6CAihtKiB9s5XevUbHB4HsS7fopBIMfyFn765uOTCukQq_lYV1eouESxKebqd3-RqkXRpe8YJPc6ogN1gd1woOo934dyvtxXdkRKmsjdPyP-ViJVBWDZzbsFrjX1Bgi7hqOfe/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgifvBSolS6CAihtKiB9s5XevUbHB4HsS7fopBIMfyFn765uOTCukQq_lYV1eouESxKebqd3-RqkXRpe8YJPc6ogN1gd1woOo934dyvtxXdkRKmsjdPyP-ViJVBWDZzbsFrjX1Bgi7hqOfe/s320/DSC00496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913219238241874" border="0" /></a> That was how the hall looked like before the opening of Gala Night.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyzKJYK60_bUvKVVr0AgIwI3tLX8D6o-e81hJwnQfMsMIE0wDsOM3_pYSDaF3qsoxhQSqzeMxOOTT2bnoAeyCAfy8uA1iyeCxo7KvweCuyjdbaHHG5JEuICVxqBROUzK3IoEuRGbNnE1o7/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyzKJYK60_bUvKVVr0AgIwI3tLX8D6o-e81hJwnQfMsMIE0wDsOM3_pYSDaF3qsoxhQSqzeMxOOTT2bnoAeyCAfy8uA1iyeCxo7KvweCuyjdbaHHG5JEuICVxqBROUzK3IoEuRGbNnE1o7/s320/DSC00505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913805433297858" border="0" /></a>The candlelit glass pot.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivjMMPNLewj5YroJhZp4EPuEwH5oq1JGZ9T1-wQyHlFDnm9vdtpp8GwW8qDeRs0Ilb_OOGmzJMSumpPvgL6P-c1s7_JKVCsqJVEcIOkj9kovTEhPDnihi-jp8fl15hFvOh3bqquYewSQZr/s1600-h/DSC00517.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivjMMPNLewj5YroJhZp4EPuEwH5oq1JGZ9T1-wQyHlFDnm9vdtpp8GwW8qDeRs0Ilb_OOGmzJMSumpPvgL6P-c1s7_JKVCsqJVEcIOkj9kovTEhPDnihi-jp8fl15hFvOh3bqquYewSQZr/s320/DSC00517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268914277154355650" border="0" /></a>Daniel and Me. Sometimes feel like wanna put a smiley on my face zzz LOL.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGBpAxblws05OemhxK-DS0RPdyf8JOtNk4XU-m84gEkKTDUtSP4SD2MI_6yeticOYQ8yOSLep3wPbLcfMHxTukMq8kTKaPdvRodoYV5EoJkNpmY3CRzU6tk2gI4VT8qQG-GYBWm5CiV3av/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGBpAxblws05OemhxK-DS0RPdyf8JOtNk4XU-m84gEkKTDUtSP4SD2MI_6yeticOYQ8yOSLep3wPbLcfMHxTukMq8kTKaPdvRodoYV5EoJkNpmY3CRzU6tk2gI4VT8qQG-GYBWm5CiV3av/s320/DSC00521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268914568812142994" border="0" /></a>Franky, who was busy delivering flower.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimbBNmVin1WnZNYbQTyuDQZ0-knDMzZaztn1op2iBANbVQdLaXNP1Dz7bvz6uNrrq3_rAx6F-QMAhzbu6RQYBxdBGzsp1uHegTQafdSYld_iLPlrxy64B62FRh_q_0zbPxihdwEh5fuv3H/s1600-h/DSC00519.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimbBNmVin1WnZNYbQTyuDQZ0-knDMzZaztn1op2iBANbVQdLaXNP1Dz7bvz6uNrrq3_rAx6F-QMAhzbu6RQYBxdBGzsp1uHegTQafdSYld_iLPlrxy64B62FRh_q_0zbPxihdwEh5fuv3H/s320/DSC00519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268916963638738306" border="0" /></a>Luthfi, Fairus and Fadli. The third guy from left, sorry i don't know your name XD.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOA4yHOz2GROpJ2J1DmGOSIX4a5_BfjAE5JeT_5xLuR69AdzSuAgy2vqy5vVcTBlTJCTBuBmsYJkrVlwXZd4hIMnb7Q9mTCYBrRsV5kNxcA5ZfT505IGNqlYser72Lg32c19YG-T4hhtc9/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOA4yHOz2GROpJ2J1DmGOSIX4a5_BfjAE5JeT_5xLuR69AdzSuAgy2vqy5vVcTBlTJCTBuBmsYJkrVlwXZd4hIMnb7Q9mTCYBrRsV5kNxcA5ZfT505IGNqlYser72Lg32c19YG-T4hhtc9/s320/DSC00525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268917313485643330" border="0" /></a>Chia Ven ( the dancer for the Gala Night) and Beng.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHamNmU_YXiy_acB-C-a4vSWPufIHQ10JgTTRR0IR9rfHK_xioDna20ILKsjcJk7SbD6itoJmalqGvG8pQ3Dj1RWFYzYSmRQzyTOPyL3QM89mEh3Ddi7jK6HP3vtiPpxZMptnA42pFGhqx/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHamNmU_YXiy_acB-C-a4vSWPufIHQ10JgTTRR0IR9rfHK_xioDna20ILKsjcJk7SbD6itoJmalqGvG8pQ3Dj1RWFYzYSmRQzyTOPyL3QM89mEh3Ddi7jK6HP3vtiPpxZMptnA42pFGhqx/s320/DSC00529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268917574918847298" border="0" /></a>Hazman, Jin Gyh (Izit correct? XD), KCV and Beng. Architecture students.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSHSZtiMjLL-pJhx0-VvIVSwzQGLMF-OlOIOoHstwQjl_0Rfz3J6EX1D_S_3SaWuxOZlEsbESgP-2dyQ_82sXdaVh7S8O5SXj2sFxID_NB1IHShRaLcuRxeTJYwvDqaRtyX4_pm2oq3lCj/s1600-h/DSC00531.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSHSZtiMjLL-pJhx0-VvIVSwzQGLMF-OlOIOoHstwQjl_0Rfz3J6EX1D_S_3SaWuxOZlEsbESgP-2dyQ_82sXdaVh7S8O5SXj2sFxID_NB1IHShRaLcuRxeTJYwvDqaRtyX4_pm2oq3lCj/s320/DSC00531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268917879296849170" border="0" /></a>Ming Chai ( a funny guy hosting Mr and Ms Personality) and Daniel.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig8djaKsXFplyNXzx6VgTFFOr1-xN6HCCukgdp8iu2_B-puiKQrmJtAzLeRi1wt4DGxd-yRhFAtvmO493s_eH4ynXfa3oUlOqtNhQpBL0aNwFIxY7i2R8C7owstuHCBkT6Q8M7U6XS7qOj/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig8djaKsXFplyNXzx6VgTFFOr1-xN6HCCukgdp8iu2_B-puiKQrmJtAzLeRi1wt4DGxd-yRhFAtvmO493s_eH4ynXfa3oUlOqtNhQpBL0aNwFIxY7i2R8C7owstuHCBkT6Q8M7U6XS7qOj/s320/DSC00518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268918097507516466" border="0" /></a>This was the Mr and Ms Personality session for both seniors and juniors. Very blur and small though, thanks to my hp...lol<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So I posted this up once i was back at Puchong. Nothing much to say. I rarely have materials to update my blog LOL, but I hope more people will come to read my blog. Its where i put things that i consider memorable. =)<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-15557839057188950822008-11-14T01:27:00.000+11:002008-11-14T01:31:28.791+11:00Zack and Aerith ~Final Fantasy 7 Couple~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7PCRxcNZsjsBVkEKh25YsaO7fK-tv_B0fcsbh7jUMt82vPVPO_UlbW0Q8jw75NGRX02cvxsFr-P7qHanRUAiza23bHNa3ycJ8XASPxE6QbBcxxKLxIbaIEyakNEVy3D6rNglTjVqFe2mc/s1600-h/za2.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7PCRxcNZsjsBVkEKh25YsaO7fK-tv_B0fcsbh7jUMt82vPVPO_UlbW0Q8jw75NGRX02cvxsFr-P7qHanRUAiza23bHNa3ycJ8XASPxE6QbBcxxKLxIbaIEyakNEVy3D6rNglTjVqFe2mc/s320/za2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268149049794069186" border="0" /></a>Well, I posted in forum but there were many criticisms =(. Anyways, this is my 1st time using photoshop~ Comment on it, Daniel^^NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-33496676300450340842008-11-10T04:07:00.000+11:002008-11-10T04:57:04.117+11:00Birthday dinner for Mr. WInd ~Well, Mr Wind's birthday was actually on last Wednesday, but due to the fact that everyone was busy, the celebration was postponed to Sunday's night. To start off with, Mr Wind himself asked everyone to go to his house by 6pm on that day. The very thought arose in all of us in which we assumed we are gonna celebrate at his house, but it turned out to be an outing again^^. Before that, I went to Giant and bought him an anime DVD called ' Romeo X Juliet': Thought he like this kind of shoujo animation as he was very fond for certain shoujo comics =X. As everyone gathered, we set off to the Telepon Restaurant (Have no idea why it would link to telephone). It was some sort of steamboat restaurant. Here are the photos:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5BxC9IPDlgop_UvyEDFNfq4RtwiQlTipVY8_Pynk1D10RapkKVhbk5XGwA8YjxE7FSCuajgl3qDl3hfCYCsCNYYHHEJ5uPQnOq10oD8E48gfdCXMzIkaMvbQ_dgW5eTLJuBQRy7Z6hFl8/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5BxC9IPDlgop_UvyEDFNfq4RtwiQlTipVY8_Pynk1D10RapkKVhbk5XGwA8YjxE7FSCuajgl3qDl3hfCYCsCNYYHHEJ5uPQnOq10oD8E48gfdCXMzIkaMvbQ_dgW5eTLJuBQRy7Z6hFl8/s320/DSC00462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266707985216803714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Everyone was waiting for the waiter to set up the steamboat. It was already near 7pm as we were going to start the feast^^.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCVHNnuSoythkjFxTsk8TMYoWcWTG-LoX_G7Yif-yiO-lE14BvstpsTHSMStHwQYavMqlPBdiKjnWqa1zBlyvz8c8y-bWegGSofmteMrYdFtOX619iZnecq1zBDmCeghyphenhyphenINgWpX3YGJw7N/s1600-h/DSC00468.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCVHNnuSoythkjFxTsk8TMYoWcWTG-LoX_G7Yif-yiO-lE14BvstpsTHSMStHwQYavMqlPBdiKjnWqa1zBlyvz8c8y-bWegGSofmteMrYdFtOX619iZnecq1zBDmCeghyphenhyphenINgWpX3YGJw7N/s320/DSC00468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266708518080635714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Kinda dark ==. It was actually some meats being grilled on the pan around the steamboat.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE5tE29AbrKrIcvaauJpI1U1FXk1KTRpo-MG8aT4JRYLA7JhTZ3VOrNhVNnNwDigOorExXn3BPGDLKKoUitPmGUTvNrFLRG1-P9TamyV1Jsofk-EHB23X7PdkZmf2XwHtghqmyrObejKLy/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE5tE29AbrKrIcvaauJpI1U1FXk1KTRpo-MG8aT4JRYLA7JhTZ3VOrNhVNnNwDigOorExXn3BPGDLKKoUitPmGUTvNrFLRG1-P9TamyV1Jsofk-EHB23X7PdkZmf2XwHtghqmyrObejKLy/s320/DSC00473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266708849527118530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ahzim, the only malay friend that was with us^^.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVETFdxcOMwa9ykNW9NJgS3pOGbLnFz03lxHyjy7BTMEe4dSjC_q-RKaxv6s9ifTKtZOn8mbDzp7HthS5W5Jt5NLeTvER-VZw4-6YIedB90U3QrIutGsTLI3ap3m2vlEznAiG_0cTtF6op/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVETFdxcOMwa9ykNW9NJgS3pOGbLnFz03lxHyjy7BTMEe4dSjC_q-RKaxv6s9ifTKtZOn8mbDzp7HthS5W5Jt5NLeTvER-VZw4-6YIedB90U3QrIutGsTLI3ap3m2vlEznAiG_0cTtF6op/s320/DSC00477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266709110066530770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Foo's doing some sort of ''de-glazing'' stuff, he defined it as scrapping off the excess oils.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7akgA2X3vrvFeQn92yWXQGSqKdRFrNZGYgeUY5ureVZLPzXFkPcTUwkjl5VQX3mI52tGNWfuHRhJ6XoQT9LEdmJ-cugJvebOb00aSjDxYi_yz4rlXsAorhdY3QHo3mTD0bm2rknkXZnH/s1600-h/DSC00472.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7akgA2X3vrvFeQn92yWXQGSqKdRFrNZGYgeUY5ureVZLPzXFkPcTUwkjl5VQX3mI52tGNWfuHRhJ6XoQT9LEdmJ-cugJvebOb00aSjDxYi_yz4rlXsAorhdY3QHo3mTD0bm2rknkXZnH/s320/DSC00472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266709666016090178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wye Lup and Jon ~<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzH6AFxVuJLqJiehZGVjERCr2iSfHewo89O_2cM4x_aHaxLF80mDqm1oeHRUGRRgaunlNCNdwjaqtC0eT-h9huD_tQdUIR42dWQePLQGPYrwia2flwZnzH-L5XMQ236gZzHEOBeyBeOxo8/s1600-h/jason.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzH6AFxVuJLqJiehZGVjERCr2iSfHewo89O_2cM4x_aHaxLF80mDqm1oeHRUGRRgaunlNCNdwjaqtC0eT-h9huD_tQdUIR42dWQePLQGPYrwia2flwZnzH-L5XMQ236gZzHEOBeyBeOxo8/s320/jason.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266718029748408290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />WALA~ The birthday boy!<br /><br />Well, Happy birthday Jason! Watch the anime i bought for u ~ @@NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-50413892687848692172008-09-29T00:57:00.000+10:002008-09-29T03:39:35.341+10:00Kampung Trip + Class gathering<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hari</span></span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Raya</span></span></span> Break ^.^<br /><br />On Thursday whereby once i finished math class, i quickly headed to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Taman</span></span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bahagia</span></span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">LRT</span></span></span> station with Chang Win and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Siao</span></span></span> Fen. Yeah, going back to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Sungai</span></span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Petani</span></span></span> to visit my relatives, seeing i couldn't go back on my grandma <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">death anniversary. There were something <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">embarassing</span></span> happen on the way heading to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Pudu</span></span> Bus Terminal ( and i think it is verbally indescribable), but everything went fine as i stayed in my aunt's house in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Sungai</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Petani</span></span> for 2 days. It was until the 3rd day, i went back to </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">kampung</span></span> in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Gurun</span></span>. It is a very very old house, with noticeably zinc roofs and wooden walls. In front, it was where my granduncle runs his business - selling handmade rattan furniture and handicrafts. There is a small shop beside, recently built, in which my uncle sells computers and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">accesories</span> and does all sort of repairs. The house was built, dated back before WWII. Anyways, something really big happened the day i was in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">kampung</span>~<br /><br />Well, here are some photos i took in my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">kampung</span></span> - Nostalgic =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglVEEJFbgMjR5um-QnNFlsa_NrXEypgReDPt6-9wTmCkf76DhyuUBCTPN6RRY97gI2-4KviONLqHNyKgiHuqwhBmNTTBqwugPr9o0fBlvoS3QzLijTCYpnYZhLb1rIv-gX1JAhr3kowJ4m/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglVEEJFbgMjR5um-QnNFlsa_NrXEypgReDPt6-9wTmCkf76DhyuUBCTPN6RRY97gI2-4KviONLqHNyKgiHuqwhBmNTTBqwugPr9o0fBlvoS3QzLijTCYpnYZhLb1rIv-gX1JAhr3kowJ4m/s320/DSC00390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251090114515627586" border="0" /></a><br />My little cousins playing computer in the living room.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccmP-yVZWsXW22niN-LFU43VBQI9jqzlmZawHwezu3aSmlCpfpH4SStzHWkgyzRBU6JG7Pm-VCWBGArGlraReFK8N1N1vnhVVDe-pJUUhNag9Gi1s_2XgesH5fV-itVQpRmQ1tKFzELVP/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccmP-yVZWsXW22niN-LFU43VBQI9jqzlmZawHwezu3aSmlCpfpH4SStzHWkgyzRBU6JG7Pm-VCWBGArGlraReFK8N1N1vnhVVDe-pJUUhNag9Gi1s_2XgesH5fV-itVQpRmQ1tKFzELVP/s320/DSC00392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251090423062945650" border="0" /></a><br />Something i missed the most - family sitting together to have a lunch. Haven't been doing this with family for years already. Inside the photo are my aunts, granduncle, and a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">kakak</span></span> =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVK2FrrDK0diLahEk4D5Yzg5F-tLaHLa5Yjsefor-_NfhbyMEqBq2bfxUuhV7vZnbO5agqrsqQTiHmxktkfi_ejpLCSyFDveHEuk_vJwQwz-E-jTTXezhyphenhyphen-l_No8YULnaT01WCiDJeEVuB/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVK2FrrDK0diLahEk4D5Yzg5F-tLaHLa5Yjsefor-_NfhbyMEqBq2bfxUuhV7vZnbO5agqrsqQTiHmxktkfi_ejpLCSyFDveHEuk_vJwQwz-E-jTTXezhyphenhyphen-l_No8YULnaT01WCiDJeEVuB/s320/DSC00394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251091241903491778" border="0" /></a><br />The sunlight peering through the roof that illuminated the old nostalgic rattan furniture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF0kph2DoA9wBnEWMQ9p-7RpY_JK6NywxFal-VFbW58Fa-lWaLrPgrmobqXm74gbLPe_yZCBRndoya7BrWLdpCTSXlL0H8YDGMkdv85O4_oWosnQxhNE9IrX0jx4SeRSZRJ7LGV6Juf93C/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF0kph2DoA9wBnEWMQ9p-7RpY_JK6NywxFal-VFbW58Fa-lWaLrPgrmobqXm74gbLPe_yZCBRndoya7BrWLdpCTSXlL0H8YDGMkdv85O4_oWosnQxhNE9IrX0jx4SeRSZRJ7LGV6Juf93C/s320/DSC00399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251094372329048162" border="0" /></a><br />How these furniture weathered through the time......<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRYk6iVAgN0N_Mxo0I-QPMdxsVxrigJTn_NbwC0tcDwSDa0ku2HBtyEp-2Vbd8D5VnOAAJyS7zuAUHp2f6_XwXytlQ7kagKy1P4INwDTFu3yq6pVA25NspldyG0g-TUV3jrR5L_ElldEw/s1600-h/DSC00403.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRYk6iVAgN0N_Mxo0I-QPMdxsVxrigJTn_NbwC0tcDwSDa0ku2HBtyEp-2Vbd8D5VnOAAJyS7zuAUHp2f6_XwXytlQ7kagKy1P4INwDTFu3yq6pVA25NspldyG0g-TUV3jrR5L_ElldEw/s320/DSC00403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251095674181870418" border="0" /></a><br />My cousin and my uncle inside the shop.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm7nOYZRC542hMXjAldTr3Xn4tAPcjcM6Z3Ui8dQDsE0MxzCSEo7Vvvp6rZT9sp_i976hJgK7dKvncnpDtG-zr2njsAmRVnGrY_RwIbtg3fuiVdmXw14GOtS1f4h_vtq12tRmEupjOWZcI/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm7nOYZRC542hMXjAldTr3Xn4tAPcjcM6Z3Ui8dQDsE0MxzCSEo7Vvvp6rZT9sp_i976hJgK7dKvncnpDtG-zr2njsAmRVnGrY_RwIbtg3fuiVdmXw14GOtS1f4h_vtq12tRmEupjOWZcI/s320/DSC00404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251096778201821394" border="0" /></a><br />The face of the computer shop =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhzwQF2I9WD9bZVBYHJSEjG5PByyRxo6jdVwNrGEAixKD7XeoyGGTMlBEsFLSWERDmyo2oxYvzmLiLyMgnhcStlNx0wTpk5JAOD5kpblkpM1ZWaZ1ZDvc2iunaf4w4egkGyjXlvPzzvDIj/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhzwQF2I9WD9bZVBYHJSEjG5PByyRxo6jdVwNrGEAixKD7XeoyGGTMlBEsFLSWERDmyo2oxYvzmLiLyMgnhcStlNx0wTpk5JAOD5kpblkpM1ZWaZ1ZDvc2iunaf4w4egkGyjXlvPzzvDIj/s320/DSC00412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251097189291736706" border="0" /></a><br />Nostalgic...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf74J9ObnVwgF-swVXlHNVmEc6Zs3aHKyvioyICVRn8fX9HKBeduzDPlVXSOPyaff8P9DjTNrSm_L-degFYpfgb2E4v2_o4mb9__WW3xZP2_GHLIApzh54KsbAUR4VK2Bj4QR-PEKnZA1t/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf74J9ObnVwgF-swVXlHNVmEc6Zs3aHKyvioyICVRn8fX9HKBeduzDPlVXSOPyaff8P9DjTNrSm_L-degFYpfgb2E4v2_o4mb9__WW3xZP2_GHLIApzh54KsbAUR4VK2Bj4QR-PEKnZA1t/s320/DSC00408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251097640156307202" border="0" /></a><br />Outside the wooden house<br /><br />Well, as I was inside the shop (for there was air conditioner inside), talking to my aunt. Suddenly, my aunt saw many people rushed outside and my grandaunt looked panic. Well, I followed out the shop and this was what i saw...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9aYHfcV8zxpFHp_87lEnOK9Isu4BxLJ5IVpT8X7ChSg5lIWYP9rj-IsnHOF4uv1U3rE68AmKlwcqXjeTNSjRYkLWkME9qP6uP8A8bII2aA1f-u3GxqzKUR1r7kj6b_EY2NQheJ_6z4Awf/s1600-h/DSC00416.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9aYHfcV8zxpFHp_87lEnOK9Isu4BxLJ5IVpT8X7ChSg5lIWYP9rj-IsnHOF4uv1U3rE68AmKlwcqXjeTNSjRYkLWkME9qP6uP8A8bII2aA1f-u3GxqzKUR1r7kj6b_EY2NQheJ_6z4Awf/s320/DSC00416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251098546035656626" border="0" /></a><br />in the sky...<br /><br />and there was a row of houses on fire, not far from where my grandaunt house was. So, everyone ran to the backyard of the wooden house, as the smoke whizzed over the roof from behind, and...<br /><br />this was where the smokes came from...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjufGImQ6S_6PFIboQ244pIhk9Ph7yEsZpUNZdtmPvpzNJErZMCLzgroKwiynWU2LkmFYPd4tTpoRTPSi2XonPxGAO7zjo8eV3sT88uJTPpOhAg71Ln0zCIdOU43-SdCs1p3_wqyND3BNxY/s1600-h/DSC00418.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjufGImQ6S_6PFIboQ244pIhk9Ph7yEsZpUNZdtmPvpzNJErZMCLzgroKwiynWU2LkmFYPd4tTpoRTPSi2XonPxGAO7zjo8eV3sT88uJTPpOhAg71Ln0zCIdOU43-SdCs1p3_wqyND3BNxY/s320/DSC00418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251100279445363666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEr6_OgfnkjurTGc6KD21RxSXKgbNuNhIljOMvhElNJ0qW4lqLVF4O8tkvx4nO6HaJ7TQ3NsubvqSRe38NlNgQcsGOt9hyXe4YTKtZVENdtsBsru0DuGObFzZ8QnEXy-lDj8t1QHerlFmu/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEr6_OgfnkjurTGc6KD21RxSXKgbNuNhIljOMvhElNJ0qW4lqLVF4O8tkvx4nO6HaJ7TQ3NsubvqSRe38NlNgQcsGOt9hyXe4YTKtZVENdtsBsru0DuGObFzZ8QnEXy-lDj8t1QHerlFmu/s320/DSC00419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251101432299810546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was said that someone left the stove on unnoticed, and the gas tank exploded. The weather was hot and there was strong wind, which my grandaunt worried that the fire would spread (Luckily it didn't), eventually all the wooden houses in that row burnt down to earth.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbpcq6hc9PowIqPRnFKL6iY9kqmtgDssFYRU3JzM_2qgJuRqne89sAkny66wFMVvN77T5MpzKRS9uL4KL23o-Tr1hhCX_wX7QhVaLIOhPKCinehezkvYAlVZjRIcQlAS26r98-6U9IU1vR/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbpcq6hc9PowIqPRnFKL6iY9kqmtgDssFYRU3JzM_2qgJuRqne89sAkny66wFMVvN77T5MpzKRS9uL4KL23o-Tr1hhCX_wX7QhVaLIOhPKCinehezkvYAlVZjRIcQlAS26r98-6U9IU1vR/s320/DSC00422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251101809000746530" border="0" /></a><br />One interesting thing was the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">kampung</span> people. Most of them were rushing to help, yet many just came to '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">kepo</span>'. All came by motorbikes or bikes just gathered around and looked at the fire scene, and talked loudly about it as if their houses were the one on fire. It was like something exciting that triggered the whole rural area, everyone just stopped by and went to had a look and robustly gossiped about it. Even after the incident, the excitement still never ceased.<br />I guess, this is what<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"></span> makes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">kampung</span> always a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">kampung</span> =)<br /><br />So, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">kampung</span> trip was marked with an end as I went back to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Puchong</span> today (Sunday, 28/09/08), where I was going to have a class gathering. Not many people came, but it was fun. Especially meeting back Nina and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Fati</span>, I just couldn't help feeling happy to chat with them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyy2z7IfJZVR0aXwkyAGjbJxNzTWqDDnTLJVEk4fpYk6yHGH_SN7zg64axjnjjnzjAn9NT-uGUSkT1aMLwUq2q290xaMDNbHSB2fh2ZQdEgPsw91bfZy5L-1gTVj6QLNJNXYv16QLJWuuq/s1600-h/DSC00436.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyy2z7IfJZVR0aXwkyAGjbJxNzTWqDDnTLJVEk4fpYk6yHGH_SN7zg64axjnjjnzjAn9NT-uGUSkT1aMLwUq2q290xaMDNbHSB2fh2ZQdEgPsw91bfZy5L-1gTVj6QLNJNXYv16QLJWuuq/s320/DSC00436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251105124000329986" border="0" /></a><br />Whole gang sitting in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">mamak</span> shop and chatting.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnl2kwyb_wjcCqjNK2jd5HiqbEvNy1BArmbjFcMW7y7cJqJ9HTVs7SK0pohDPknG3zbFXl7017t0PrR_vgcnTcO9GcYxqthG75HL5f9HND98Z3KBd269j8yoHZselnxYSKygzDntpZVdDO/s1600-h/DSC00437.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnl2kwyb_wjcCqjNK2jd5HiqbEvNy1BArmbjFcMW7y7cJqJ9HTVs7SK0pohDPknG3zbFXl7017t0PrR_vgcnTcO9GcYxqthG75HL5f9HND98Z3KBd269j8yoHZselnxYSKygzDntpZVdDO/s320/DSC00437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251105338526640482" border="0" /></a><br />Ira and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Fati</span>. (from left)<br /><br />Well, i was informed that today was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Yee</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Yan's</span> birthday. So Mun <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Fai</span>, Y <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Lup</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">Sai</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Hoong</span> secretly bought a cake for her. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Tadaa</span>... Happy Birthday, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Yee</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Yan</span> =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlR5KZXMiEM2GCpLOBqeliNOmiFbcV159zNlWporwZ_8IEXOYDQ1tXyu8e50GTyqzc42lz2uEuRfMCn4uDchDR6uYvg2DpSStAON6ziULQh4AYA3z6EV1SY6GqpTvp2JvQlb13u9Un8m9E/s1600-h/DSC00438.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlR5KZXMiEM2GCpLOBqeliNOmiFbcV159zNlWporwZ_8IEXOYDQ1tXyu8e50GTyqzc42lz2uEuRfMCn4uDchDR6uYvg2DpSStAON6ziULQh4AYA3z6EV1SY6GqpTvp2JvQlb13u9Un8m9E/s320/DSC00438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251105514524038674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBOZeyM2MWxfu7oHXqebA_CLphxJ8hu6Vwj2EzfLejRievmooMrXhRXocvHkXMkHRIV8dkmNCGs0EFUtzbtCbiaO3UjjqDZnxfF0-hBfWGI0fGiJJYydblt6ZHGrtEtM7EBtkpHhuwSUym/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBOZeyM2MWxfu7oHXqebA_CLphxJ8hu6Vwj2EzfLejRievmooMrXhRXocvHkXMkHRIV8dkmNCGs0EFUtzbtCbiaO3UjjqDZnxfF0-hBfWGI0fGiJJYydblt6ZHGrtEtM7EBtkpHhuwSUym/s320/DSC00440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251106110081701282" border="0" /></a><br />Birthday girl was making wishes =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1OXN8xFpZWyxJgMHBhk9xYEMSlt6AZ5RC9wzqzw5qxV8FdPPRKtYp1qlaWC4pJ9IgCX4Mdf82Hir49_IuN6debeBfaXgdeWbjCMqLdD3q9Sl_dFIu92xCv5wRhw9D69Zsq_RJmip413Vd/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1OXN8xFpZWyxJgMHBhk9xYEMSlt6AZ5RC9wzqzw5qxV8FdPPRKtYp1qlaWC4pJ9IgCX4Mdf82Hir49_IuN6debeBfaXgdeWbjCMqLdD3q9Sl_dFIu92xCv5wRhw9D69Zsq_RJmip413Vd/s320/DSC00442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251106352240623618" border="0" /></a><br />It was like a press conference as everyone was snapping <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">Yee</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">Yan</span> cutting her cake.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpDBXU-ai4Er-19CMiP2kQdP5ok6uwoeTckMOMkXySj4ai9EfGRFiN_J0_6AyVZMQfSRgq9A8HXEGzebvTNhGCpy4Agn10hBsinPyE4OLXhGdaMyrakNnJ0qDxfipwPhizJOT0XFY1eX8e/s1600-h/DSC00443.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpDBXU-ai4Er-19CMiP2kQdP5ok6uwoeTckMOMkXySj4ai9EfGRFiN_J0_6AyVZMQfSRgq9A8HXEGzebvTNhGCpy4Agn10hBsinPyE4OLXhGdaMyrakNnJ0qDxfipwPhizJOT0XFY1eX8e/s320/DSC00443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251106606663882066" border="0" /></a><br />Isha =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFP7R0maYfDRYzOw95-dK42kLehoyMFDD5ZG1vFLlGja8rkv0ezgV5Hn17yxrVw7BEQ_cbouQ_lEAGMFBFUSUScjK19TrUOq5S-nrUE_s6DBHxE5sRUJuWuS3zNwXsKCznf1r4SGvSSGW7/s1600-h/DSC00445.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFP7R0maYfDRYzOw95-dK42kLehoyMFDD5ZG1vFLlGja8rkv0ezgV5Hn17yxrVw7BEQ_cbouQ_lEAGMFBFUSUScjK19TrUOq5S-nrUE_s6DBHxE5sRUJuWuS3zNwXsKCznf1r4SGvSSGW7/s320/DSC00445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251107771249024738" border="0" /></a><br />Two good friends<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEien1baWNXZcyv2qW2OBb_tcRmvPOMB-PbBUZ90lPZ8f5wZ-l1yM8Lq5CPcEj9K7nNqoDfSvA0jRGcQd9PqV7PWQx-YX8jlAJUKSsJuln4ARGZV5WlD2wWHPqS3J5Wryrd6vSTBBhaUChaV/s1600-h/DSC00131.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEien1baWNXZcyv2qW2OBb_tcRmvPOMB-PbBUZ90lPZ8f5wZ-l1yM8Lq5CPcEj9K7nNqoDfSvA0jRGcQd9PqV7PWQx-YX8jlAJUKSsJuln4ARGZV5WlD2wWHPqS3J5Wryrd6vSTBBhaUChaV/s320/DSC00131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251108224911299506" border="0" /></a><br />Group photo =D<br /><br />So, this concludes everything. The kampung trip was memorable, simply memorable. The gathering was nice, but not many people came (which was a downside). I guess there are always ups and downs in life, but if look brightly, it might just be the same.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-BEFYfcoD87qnUgyOzkuhj_dAHhNaKx8WMlZojv3GMUDHisX3M-m9aMvwgS9gUBwAiJJDjQXnWLbhF0ban2OF9kW-rCnad4aV5u2Yr9_Hmb1GMz36rchQMxQ4ZeR9RCICVTDq8Q4HFbJ/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-BEFYfcoD87qnUgyOzkuhj_dAHhNaKx8WMlZojv3GMUDHisX3M-m9aMvwgS9gUBwAiJJDjQXnWLbhF0ban2OF9kW-rCnad4aV5u2Yr9_Hmb1GMz36rchQMxQ4ZeR9RCICVTDq8Q4HFbJ/s320/DSC00355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251109804812897538" border="0" /></a> Ciaoz =)NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-70703067872801980342008-09-07T00:54:00.000+10:002008-09-07T02:08:23.524+10:00Voluntary Work!sWent Zoo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Negara</span> for voluntary program today. It was organised by A-Level Club and I joined it with few other <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">AUSMAT</span> friends. Well, it was very early in the morning, around 7 am, that I reached col with Calvin and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ji</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hong</span>. Departed from col by col shuttles, and reached the zoo about half an hour later, we had some briefings from zookeepers. Me and another four friends (Calvin, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Nic</span>, Gabriel, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Siao</span> Fen) formed a grouped and were assigned to Zoo Veterinary Hospital. It was..well..cool =) Sweeping dead leaves in the hospital compound. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">LOL</span>, I felt <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">abit</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">sien</span> but it was cool as entering the hospital, I saw a lioness with its tail amputated. It kept staring at me - as if i were food or something =(. Fleshy and fatty, exactly something it devours, huh? Then, we finished the task and were allowed to go around the zoo for some sorta break. The animals here were less than the time I first visited the zoo, I didn't know why though, and we joked as we reached the 'bear zone'. Then, we took some photos before we got back to our work again. It was disposing the expired medicines. It was like..well....swt-ish.. as I was recording the medicines, some of which should have been disposed 16 years ago. As the task completed, the veterinarian, Mr <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Kairul</span> disposed all the tablets and pills into a tray. The rest were packed into boxes. This was the cool part. Nicholas and I brought the boxes to a lab, whereby the reaction he entered the lab (he entered first) was a sign that which alarmed me. As i followed in, I took a deep breath and It was like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">WOAH</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">pasar</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">malam</span> smell! A mixture of rotten fish and bad egg smell. As Mr <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Kairul</span> opened a big freezing room (don't know what should it be called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">XD</span>), my heart instantly gave a jerk. Two lion corpses - which was then tailed by the smell that surged into my nostrils - I felt <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">nauseaous</span> at that instant. I quickly held my breath and put the box in, and rushed out from there. A nice experience, though =). Then, we took some photos with Mr <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Kairul</span> before we left the hospital. It was raining already. Well, we walked in the zoo with umbrellas, experiencing the first-time ever ''Safari in Rain'' ( in addition to this, all animals hided in the shelter so actually we didn't really see anything except some buffaloes and sun bears). There was also a bee exhibition. I bought a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">propolis</span> honey, whereas Calvin bought another (which i forgot the name) , and we bargained, and got discount of rm8 for mine and rm2 for Calvin's. We later said we should have bargained more. Lastly, the day ended with a photo session with A Level students and...well..back to col.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ilXhRt9sqFW86QjjLwgK79gOetTXnV3z8tKklyDpi3fuLz4K62QKl3H6TchJu2WBsWdGB9x2lxVkyjDPuusblRqdNUGWlvUsH3Wh0inR09oUe3t2uVl9NbXXG2dCbn6F48ktQwAl2Utp/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ilXhRt9sqFW86QjjLwgK79gOetTXnV3z8tKklyDpi3fuLz4K62QKl3H6TchJu2WBsWdGB9x2lxVkyjDPuusblRqdNUGWlvUsH3Wh0inR09oUe3t2uVl9NbXXG2dCbn6F48ktQwAl2Utp/s320/DSC00259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242931911760681666" border="0" /></a><br />Sweeping dead leaves<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1sTZpMAgwPU2m92AXWYF_ro2ZeXGnK8z0B3Im881ksUoD8riodmTA5CEBT7wWty8b1ZaFzqQT9pZ6Y2WsIEIXV2lrK4cqIz5yETRqAZw6XfMWNUcTYtvJmX-cuhhR-2i5kC7ymZyY_wp7/s320/DSC00279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242933936981305954" border="0" /></a><br />The Egg Incubator inside the Lab.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqcLqCM5IZEiAjj1JwJ1LcFf148i_Qx4QfuYm8XgFKP5mrAkLxalmGWIkp1x7hTRdJZMDQbifvEvnN-qFIglXqtpyA9LbNOPAe8-cZN6pEVAYhBEaC4XbIoazwbAHsbbywuBYfWddnaNbv/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqcLqCM5IZEiAjj1JwJ1LcFf148i_Qx4QfuYm8XgFKP5mrAkLxalmGWIkp1x7hTRdJZMDQbifvEvnN-qFIglXqtpyA9LbNOPAe8-cZN6pEVAYhBEaC4XbIoazwbAHsbbywuBYfWddnaNbv/s320/DSC00282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242934148009131202" border="0" /></a><br />Fossil of some sort of big clam shell?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg31XbjAVDzyGrl7NvUpLqQXQzDfsh8gFb-Hzj-GWOVtZ7Nx_9tbdMKNpstgq_JU1mzzXr2YZR0NtddnyDKpgFZat4yW-GWTvIyO6TXbT3NYbT_JrIE93j3cULFxE9k7KS1iG3d3EmX6diU/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg31XbjAVDzyGrl7NvUpLqQXQzDfsh8gFb-Hzj-GWOVtZ7Nx_9tbdMKNpstgq_JU1mzzXr2YZR0NtddnyDKpgFZat4yW-GWTvIyO6TXbT3NYbT_JrIE93j3cULFxE9k7KS1iG3d3EmX6diU/s320/DSC00287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242934556981695090" border="0" /></a><br />The tailless lioness =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL6GtsQrpt4Z9ODjPOpWZNrkrFm7i6S4CTDHX8HINuWvp0QtGg65pT5p_b4lB_PpfByEh9XtlY6lqJNkiyybsOGsRI4Blxjg9yrAOhAGTG9JRolx5xBLhq2YlnUaNszDkV25JdKpXVQsOV/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL6GtsQrpt4Z9ODjPOpWZNrkrFm7i6S4CTDHX8HINuWvp0QtGg65pT5p_b4lB_PpfByEh9XtlY6lqJNkiyybsOGsRI4Blxjg9yrAOhAGTG9JRolx5xBLhq2YlnUaNszDkV25JdKpXVQsOV/s320/DSC00294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242935169709423522" border="0" /></a><br />Calvin posing as if his head were being bitten by the skeletal thingy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHCS2dsD4AYWKX8NO3vtj9TGgYyEZWHh4XQGrt2a441tGS6JP4kzQX6WATsDPD3AAwv2g_Vo6hWn5Xsf43fmYhsNFJc8pU6rPzUYfqvhZc6Q3sgGSQCXtaUQNczRJwg4H1vZjYU5sSB0k/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHCS2dsD4AYWKX8NO3vtj9TGgYyEZWHh4XQGrt2a441tGS6JP4kzQX6WATsDPD3AAwv2g_Vo6hWn5Xsf43fmYhsNFJc8pU6rPzUYfqvhZc6Q3sgGSQCXtaUQNczRJwg4H1vZjYU5sSB0k/s320/DSC00295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242935581044597554" border="0" /></a><br />The cages where the injured and sick animals are admitted.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJpENVVhgtjIH3n3MDzINodx556FvSyB9mRQn-20ighRorjq6Za0YzKC8dZCosA5Xek8AlWpNLpXBzDHCgOgfcjT-LkL2BAOWXkbXZZWU9D22_jZe3VIVkbn8DYQ2LIx8ZoJhyphenhyphenbk8IYcXK/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJpENVVhgtjIH3n3MDzINodx556FvSyB9mRQn-20ighRorjq6Za0YzKC8dZCosA5Xek8AlWpNLpXBzDHCgOgfcjT-LkL2BAOWXkbXZZWU9D22_jZe3VIVkbn8DYQ2LIx8ZoJhyphenhyphenbk8IYcXK/s320/DSC00285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242936142864470962" border="0" /></a><br />From left: Nicholas, Calvin, Gabriel and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Siao</span> Fen. We were recording and classifying the medicines.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDZrIi_9mLf1dLbyIEIMUmNNZPEjpRxAPP6jWWWlAd93qUERDNHaSpPzXHdeuA_cc6dzeqxVDpSde8jUTuhcCAstXts4BmXS8kdLAdUHIBAyb2f66HPJeQQ_cZzZIIoX8VIQUjnioVnhE/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDZrIi_9mLf1dLbyIEIMUmNNZPEjpRxAPP6jWWWlAd93qUERDNHaSpPzXHdeuA_cc6dzeqxVDpSde8jUTuhcCAstXts4BmXS8kdLAdUHIBAyb2f66HPJeQQ_cZzZIIoX8VIQUjnioVnhE/s320/DSC00298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242936511686032722" border="0" /></a><br />Taking photo with Mr <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Kairul</span>, the vet who guided us through the voluntary work.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGfHIIM4g5zU7_kowduMKnQ-ixKbuJd7RL1va_HeowwcYE8rw425-Rznh6l_uc7z6PaUeQ9Txww6JEiVLiJLYo98dcQ5D851V9W5GWbpYyU-YY-f4RxdWP8rv3sesGvkH-hpsRHO6zaXt/s1600-h/DSC00302.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGfHIIM4g5zU7_kowduMKnQ-ixKbuJd7RL1va_HeowwcYE8rw425-Rznh6l_uc7z6PaUeQ9Txww6JEiVLiJLYo98dcQ5D851V9W5GWbpYyU-YY-f4RxdWP8rv3sesGvkH-hpsRHO6zaXt/s320/DSC00302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242936876896021922" border="0" /></a><br />Taking photo in front of the Zoo Theater.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_fwHUCiY7wzOXTiZxezO5y9HA2mQkAf1s4TGfYXdG7lfHO5S5vBvFcwznli2pCylolRPF5_mTw7sxVewXp4rJI1VYyxNF17BqpKhmR08oU3Ozu9Pn7Xtv_KD6zygdV1rksolQ5m1vyVD/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_fwHUCiY7wzOXTiZxezO5y9HA2mQkAf1s4TGfYXdG7lfHO5S5vBvFcwznli2pCylolRPF5_mTw7sxVewXp4rJI1VYyxNF17BqpKhmR08oU3Ozu9Pn7Xtv_KD6zygdV1rksolQ5m1vyVD/s320/DSC00304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242937113640416082" border="0" /></a><br />Two cute penguins =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqUvC2M3_yLFYygnDJEfOdDZMqy9NlGdIM0L-WH6C2nVIzb7bZX1XNa92mnJzBTIiTtj2Fuu3u5gigqpysWI15j5vcl-yVzT7Z8qUFoRBW5FIwYod48T2Mn1SODz-aOMSZj3Pn4ytpvxAL/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqUvC2M3_yLFYygnDJEfOdDZMqy9NlGdIM0L-WH6C2nVIzb7bZX1XNa92mnJzBTIiTtj2Fuu3u5gigqpysWI15j5vcl-yVzT7Z8qUFoRBW5FIwYod48T2Mn1SODz-aOMSZj3Pn4ytpvxAL/s320/DSC00309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242937480622182498" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Woohoo</span>! Safari in Rain ~<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEwfAE2IqW7uQE-4AANgyJQmpSFiFUmOUZV7dCQH97WHuYubbZmDeynI4HP67tkkIRAQVHIcKPqTZ5Qure5cjwAnuxjkpFJdaj_rbM6Q1gwh7B26f6Cy6dBjhLFBVLhbs071x4MLsTHCkp/s1600-h/DSC00310.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEwfAE2IqW7uQE-4AANgyJQmpSFiFUmOUZV7dCQH97WHuYubbZmDeynI4HP67tkkIRAQVHIcKPqTZ5Qure5cjwAnuxjkpFJdaj_rbM6Q1gwh7B26f6Cy6dBjhLFBVLhbs071x4MLsTHCkp/s320/DSC00310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242937687646773458" border="0" /></a><br />Group photo with A-Level students before we left the zoo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipXt6TWMQCJnTki1y8omb-sWhtSveaT-5gc8gKyqsxjQAGJ5C-KGVj4CFhlEOK-pXs5yLsZgCHPKcC3KHm08qPIjo1EBbd1DVTDTib4wb6O_7XWIyEX-H9wrfKf9Z8dVWvfWhLDpWGwvOZ/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipXt6TWMQCJnTki1y8omb-sWhtSveaT-5gc8gKyqsxjQAGJ5C-KGVj4CFhlEOK-pXs5yLsZgCHPKcC3KHm08qPIjo1EBbd1DVTDTib4wb6O_7XWIyEX-H9wrfKf9Z8dVWvfWhLDpWGwvOZ/s320/DSC00311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242937868641082162" border="0" /></a><br />Zoo Volunteers!<br /><br />Well, one day I might go back to the zoo for the work gain, since i already registered as volunteer =)NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-84268685923936747842008-08-30T01:21:00.000+10:002008-08-30T08:43:29.582+10:00Thanks alot!Back to Puchong, on the next day at nite, I went to eat steamboat with my old friends at the Sze Chuan Steamboat restaurant opposite IOI, near E-Arena. I just had my medical report that day and thus, i tried 2 eat alot of vege. Well, to my utmost surprise, Shu Xin came. Haha, I had a nice talk wtih her and Yee Yan. Tok bout col, their skul... Before that, i had gud tok and jokes with my other friends. Well, it was fun =) As i was talking to Shu Xin, I saw a cake with a lit candle placed on the table. Instantly a thought flitted through my mind: whose birthday? And as everyone looked at me, I quickly understood. They sang birthday song, and even gave me a bun and a egg tart as birthday presents. Haha, seriously, I was touched. Then, we went to the old spot again, the hilltop near Harcoft school. The same night view, but was filled with joyous atmosphere. I looked at my favourite horizon again. I felt nostalgic. Vincent and Foo even danced to the music played through handphone. Wye Lup said the cars dey drove lined in the manner that reminded him of Initial-D. Haha... here are the photos!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl8QwSqVniHem7VP6s0gnN98uGvOSTAZHf_gTaTTwIu65saN8L6iyZXHpG7tAWIQCKFsAY7jlhZaSfviTuqiiU7uKVrA8PH34XbS3WeQjVWIHXTcC6BrU84JA_Sv5Gy9AdS5LdJ-zZtB3O/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl8QwSqVniHem7VP6s0gnN98uGvOSTAZHf_gTaTTwIu65saN8L6iyZXHpG7tAWIQCKFsAY7jlhZaSfviTuqiiU7uKVrA8PH34XbS3WeQjVWIHXTcC6BrU84JA_Sv5Gy9AdS5LdJ-zZtB3O/s320/DSC00233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239965111716696210" border="0" /></a><br />We combined two long tables, which meant we had two steamboats. One of which was combination of Sze Chuan Style Soup and Herbal Soup. The steamboat in the photo was Sour and Spicy Soup with Herbal Soup.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkVU1HpND-G1LLpECIlnTIJFkEDoHqZW1-fa3_h3XVU8buaGZ5y363UIZrF_wtv4Wzh4r9N-zOYhgi-C1ljF8EOvmQMLsspJjfGYnHzWRVEAFIasdscsPTF7XBoeeY5nY9k1PsdJKnE4GF/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkVU1HpND-G1LLpECIlnTIJFkEDoHqZW1-fa3_h3XVU8buaGZ5y363UIZrF_wtv4Wzh4r9N-zOYhgi-C1ljF8EOvmQMLsspJjfGYnHzWRVEAFIasdscsPTF7XBoeeY5nY9k1PsdJKnE4GF/s320/DSC00234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239965883342761682" border="0" /></a><br />From Left: Wye Lup, Sai Hoong, Foo, Eugene and Jason.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVMV5acKgcfDDpCT4qUfW1bPUKRAx5wX36P4JNxexkUsVyH90W6DKK-PVL5rZOJa9EuqHLEBNHT4YLSgKJWWusuGUw9Lfu2uEU4GRoTUXaShEjcLHpD-eVbjupPXmymsafiq0_0o_8Z5Wz/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVMV5acKgcfDDpCT4qUfW1bPUKRAx5wX36P4JNxexkUsVyH90W6DKK-PVL5rZOJa9EuqHLEBNHT4YLSgKJWWusuGUw9Lfu2uEU4GRoTUXaShEjcLHpD-eVbjupPXmymsafiq0_0o_8Z5Wz/s320/DSC00235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239966182155950530" border="0" /></a><br />This was the big plate Jason put all the cooked food inside. Haha, nearly empty when I snapped it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_-JkiU0hkfNtbb8t-mkGkYD7qr-boGQDk5rP3I7qqz8KaUw2fBq9DQNx1gueROqH3k4TJrKdOPwKhDVmtogushjRwAZwb0j0pKViQtIut0pX33OWzkEmtic6TCeRzFwJGKBnneU_VnSg/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_-JkiU0hkfNtbb8t-mkGkYD7qr-boGQDk5rP3I7qqz8KaUw2fBq9DQNx1gueROqH3k4TJrKdOPwKhDVmtogushjRwAZwb0j0pKViQtIut0pX33OWzkEmtic6TCeRzFwJGKBnneU_VnSg/s320/DSC00237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239966966727141922" border="0" /></a><br />Yee Yan and Shu Xin's steamboat, on another table.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_ZNvHZ40qAh41BE62HmAgHraxs4CQ-8pJuYdl756GosUYbY3r00cRwldAQ0aE9J2PC8X2b8r68_KTgIS9rRWeb_52mO4roJ9u6P3JbcoQSRlYL9KvwlwUiFMTBSu4li9ZyBHEd5J-UVg/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_ZNvHZ40qAh41BE62HmAgHraxs4CQ-8pJuYdl756GosUYbY3r00cRwldAQ0aE9J2PC8X2b8r68_KTgIS9rRWeb_52mO4roJ9u6P3JbcoQSRlYL9KvwlwUiFMTBSu4li9ZyBHEd5J-UVg/s320/DSC00240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239967257003009218" border="0" /></a><br />What's left of the square chocolate cheese cake. XD<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaK2FzFcDHc8HI9JTRpGrbWqfGg3YAheevy2Xas0kK4EjO2gee5i_drd-uGgTcC1GI8zU5sy00ON29BuaJ0aRWEI5M2T7ei2ZPumcXw8ytnS1be9TxPvww2bUgz0NOEovaG3wv8U64yOAI/s1600-h/DSC00239.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaK2FzFcDHc8HI9JTRpGrbWqfGg3YAheevy2Xas0kK4EjO2gee5i_drd-uGgTcC1GI8zU5sy00ON29BuaJ0aRWEI5M2T7ei2ZPumcXw8ytnS1be9TxPvww2bUgz0NOEovaG3wv8U64yOAI/s320/DSC00239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239967707576702274" border="0" /></a><br />Sai Hoong enjoying the cake. XD<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJ9pm1Ie_luL77ta8A3RNx4Uo9kg5bkox7dqp8-uusku37Tn_Kfcf6JXMt0aYiSYqHu-FnU_RTS-eNye503gwGy0hydls0MbvC5R2V4I64p6mBcJWCO4KvWbGP4zvP4324WbSS2ZZTcQw/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJ9pm1Ie_luL77ta8A3RNx4Uo9kg5bkox7dqp8-uusku37Tn_Kfcf6JXMt0aYiSYqHu-FnU_RTS-eNye503gwGy0hydls0MbvC5R2V4I64p6mBcJWCO4KvWbGP4zvP4324WbSS2ZZTcQw/s320/DSC00238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239968136313610306" border="0" /></a><br />Woot! Peace!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxaMmRCEHNcT36ht3avp0Cr3KHdlRerDiNsCM-lw3lOyjn-LcHxYxYTB0ogqrh3kfPEdwLw5rqXyRs79EMo2iN71uLDcTHe1oPjVddZvg13lDTwO96yFHWUxNEEQSj8keu0Bmc-sgUr4d0/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxaMmRCEHNcT36ht3avp0Cr3KHdlRerDiNsCM-lw3lOyjn-LcHxYxYTB0ogqrh3kfPEdwLw5rqXyRs79EMo2iN71uLDcTHe1oPjVddZvg13lDTwO96yFHWUxNEEQSj8keu0Bmc-sgUr4d0/s320/DSC00241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239968350925969666" border="0" /></a><br />Everyone chatting after eating the cake.<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YyTd_TwrnvCiWsFZkfvWVzp882olQ_bSNSZf6kmqanAkF2zWaqxK8M20xX3yBvDhuKBWZ2WcbkGWHLqQNf9J7mWJiJBiDjelEdeY3HrJemWPs2eda67yIIamL6A3BUNBUou7B2mZfs20/s1600-h/DSC00242.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YyTd_TwrnvCiWsFZkfvWVzp882olQ_bSNSZf6kmqanAkF2zWaqxK8M20xX3yBvDhuKBWZ2WcbkGWHLqQNf9J7mWJiJBiDjelEdeY3HrJemWPs2eda67yIIamL6A3BUNBUou7B2mZfs20/s320/DSC00242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239968800523797346" border="0" /></a><br />Eugene and Jon =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnKcLmdtAxhAEzlXuTwHlLi2qfqLVi0TxDOg5w8LEU1LTjAki5lH5m-WDt_1s0EocjJvTmveMxYU-KxTmZ15xx8s_z-D72AHaLGnaBFO-1ve5y1SEau-PoHSbxGmcVJtdF1qczlB1t_ook/s1600-h/DSC00243.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnKcLmdtAxhAEzlXuTwHlLi2qfqLVi0TxDOg5w8LEU1LTjAki5lH5m-WDt_1s0EocjJvTmveMxYU-KxTmZ15xx8s_z-D72AHaLGnaBFO-1ve5y1SEau-PoHSbxGmcVJtdF1qczlB1t_ook/s320/DSC00243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239969092823466066" border="0" /></a><br />Foo and Vincent, both old pals talking to each other.<br /><br />This was the night view seen from the hilltop. The lights in distant lined and formed a horizon, this was my favourite. Jon said: It never ends. Yeah. Well, our outing ended, yet I felt very happy and touched. A deep appreciation to: Jon, Wye Lup, Foo, Vincent, Sai Hoong, Jason, Mun Fai, Eugene, Yee Yan and Shu Xin. A bow to all of you! Thank You! The best memory ever!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLFgp3T9YTUnNHnNIN9XNwnRqbATo6FpIEO3AVHDa2BGK1kvzJ38APZ2p65N0aov_etvAqoLkrclMvb7Y2vLab-s0IrpRmU0t38hauw-B8sfW8ac4haX3RPFPBVnb1w-V1xZdpyiSB3_Sb/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLFgp3T9YTUnNHnNIN9XNwnRqbATo6FpIEO3AVHDa2BGK1kvzJ38APZ2p65N0aov_etvAqoLkrclMvb7Y2vLab-s0IrpRmU0t38hauw-B8sfW8ac4haX3RPFPBVnb1w-V1xZdpyiSB3_Sb/s320/DSC00246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239969617756656130" border="0" /></a>NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-40558398805809144932008-08-28T23:46:00.000+10:002008-08-30T02:15:50.787+10:00A Birthday Post (Thanks alot guys =) )My birthday on this Monday, might prove what i have been thinking was wrong: Well, does it matter anymore? I guess no. =D<br /><br /> It was Nicholas who asked me whether to watch movie or to have dinner in Malaysian Studies Class. I said anything. Eventually it turned out that we went One Utama and feasted on Japanese cuisines and watched Wall -E (again, Wall-E pawns!). Before this, Calvin and Ji Hong bought me a blueberry cake (Thanks alot ). It was fun, really.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpfufXRYyxACQ6cxd03okh6q0D0uUSbJAOsnb8PNuLuTH0Weda9j59ok52l0aIoHCxNfDdXyPpd8gOIbK4E2-85KGYhiNYdFZSO3eNJfI9XccBkPNVjZyzbcUNLwN_srMSXQ-T_Z0Rbyy/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpfufXRYyxACQ6cxd03okh6q0D0uUSbJAOsnb8PNuLuTH0Weda9j59ok52l0aIoHCxNfDdXyPpd8gOIbK4E2-85KGYhiNYdFZSO3eNJfI9XccBkPNVjZyzbcUNLwN_srMSXQ-T_Z0Rbyy/s320/DSC00208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239566970424462930" border="0" /></a><br />The sunset sky I managed to capture on the way to One Utama.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm26WaX7lg7hqVECdAHBVcY6FF3kFEQmc2vwQINevSZ-8w6mb9YEzyC9W0SAO7bYO9nkVpEGB23tuIHh6Q9nA7BPugfrMJM90SVm8rhSfj2PxVFd5GSnusxEUNT4L3tp5ANy8hHdZ4on0U/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm26WaX7lg7hqVECdAHBVcY6FF3kFEQmc2vwQINevSZ-8w6mb9YEzyC9W0SAO7bYO9nkVpEGB23tuIHh6Q9nA7BPugfrMJM90SVm8rhSfj2PxVFd5GSnusxEUNT4L3tp5ANy8hHdZ4on0U/s320/DSC00209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239567500651485138" border="0" /></a><br />Sarah, Ji Hong and Daniel reading the menu in the ramen restaurant.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebNf3uCjN5FtTTJ3K3cEaJsSvD7t3MBwA0nWxCEN5AGsnEucbGTAq7nx2EJ-m6cYFkFzYVH2db2ACBBUmUjTcpXqYZQMiV4csaitZq3VbasE0VblYTX_idC8sMvGXapIXPiyXUr8P-6cZ/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebNf3uCjN5FtTTJ3K3cEaJsSvD7t3MBwA0nWxCEN5AGsnEucbGTAq7nx2EJ-m6cYFkFzYVH2db2ACBBUmUjTcpXqYZQMiV4csaitZq3VbasE0VblYTX_idC8sMvGXapIXPiyXUr8P-6cZ/s320/DSC00214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239567871174759410" border="0" /></a><br />Rightmost: Franky. Cheer~<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmz2J_LhZvqmb7rajHTpyD3q2v6vJoo8_dlJmTGGE7_Nijq5-G3_2rRxAx_mRF7t9ZIQXSfH7OFMzUiWjrzEIdWNtPjQQVidu1qYVrAFxUIqPQwdxXk7vO-ciH1uHts3MQeBkkmuOQZ-2I/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmz2J_LhZvqmb7rajHTpyD3q2v6vJoo8_dlJmTGGE7_Nijq5-G3_2rRxAx_mRF7t9ZIQXSfH7OFMzUiWjrzEIdWNtPjQQVidu1qYVrAFxUIqPQwdxXk7vO-ciH1uHts3MQeBkkmuOQZ-2I/s320/DSC00215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239568246795797986" border="0" /></a><br />This photo is kind of blur. Well, it was me and my college friends!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPiR53TeMPNG-U4b0UelNv5-TPalFgCMs4cXnp_Km5tXFB4qABukwiFmRow2ip8dW0nlmMLyMwqXt6eb8hNmKKaYQb00UoMoWTiG6B_QZIIeVU7d-s4js7KvinV_1In0tVBstR6hiOwjL8/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPiR53TeMPNG-U4b0UelNv5-TPalFgCMs4cXnp_Km5tXFB4qABukwiFmRow2ip8dW0nlmMLyMwqXt6eb8hNmKKaYQb00UoMoWTiG6B_QZIIeVU7d-s4js7KvinV_1In0tVBstR6hiOwjL8/s320/DSC00211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239568909802358994" border="0" /></a><br />Ah Beng (from Penang).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9_d4DxgRAkiu00CW2qODc6JsUCHiNgcPKmFZyKfqrqw1Cq52Yj3QQKur_TaremCUovivgK5IX_01gHAvrUvqe70DVXjJSH4ZUuyniNfuaTmVuUiECOlsytEO25BJdknG3NUocvo6zJxq/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9_d4DxgRAkiu00CW2qODc6JsUCHiNgcPKmFZyKfqrqw1Cq52Yj3QQKur_TaremCUovivgK5IX_01gHAvrUvqe70DVXjJSH4ZUuyniNfuaTmVuUiECOlsytEO25BJdknG3NUocvo6zJxq/s320/DSC00220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239569361013609762" border="0" /></a><br />Blueberry cake with candles lit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBgS6ZSDWcfXHRg5uHk4nI7OHv0xlhYHgbtCn-GdcvlQNRWbiQgmtSTgaiQVuH0zLOhIbWzEstNgDLBQni7O3y-gUILXjWUKcQ7jw5OM5DEihng7kZj6iao_3NaSUSY3-S_jGyCfbtYEp/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBgS6ZSDWcfXHRg5uHk4nI7OHv0xlhYHgbtCn-GdcvlQNRWbiQgmtSTgaiQVuH0zLOhIbWzEstNgDLBQni7O3y-gUILXjWUKcQ7jw5OM5DEihng7kZj6iao_3NaSUSY3-S_jGyCfbtYEp/s320/DSC00222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239569748851662498" border="0" /></a><br />This was taken after watching Wall-E. We sorta lost in finding the way out as we were exiting from the parking lot. This was when we finally found a way out and everyone suggested taking photo on the slope of the exit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_zhXRG2CfzJuxaThnwWJ-4pJlGXuVSK2eHFNGLOTZXC5PWJIdn9MWaDxSInLz-J3gjatAYw3hLQMI14PBwe4tN2QH9pUAY_BnmJpVbyiqiKwEtrsMwtx7WdJxvzr4OBnNMMYLX7G06BgC/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_zhXRG2CfzJuxaThnwWJ-4pJlGXuVSK2eHFNGLOTZXC5PWJIdn9MWaDxSInLz-J3gjatAYw3hLQMI14PBwe4tN2QH9pUAY_BnmJpVbyiqiKwEtrsMwtx7WdJxvzr4OBnNMMYLX7G06BgC/s320/DSC00225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239570714026731730" border="0" /></a><br />Nicholas (with spec) suggested that why not experiencing a KL night life? Thus we went the Malay shop nearby to yum cha. Then, we went back Student House.<br /><br />Final word: Deep down in my heart, I just want to express my appreciation to Daniel, Sarah, Calvin, Ji Hong, Ah Beng, Franky and Nicholas. Thanks! Deep Bow to All of you!!<br /><br />This was taken on Thursday (August 28), the day I back to Puchong. I was waiting for my mum at One Utama, and saw it on the sunset sky. Beautiful, simply beautiful, was like a fine touch to the already breathtaking picture. Well, I use it to mark as the closing of my birthday post. =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcizwjAU8gMLOx0i-wKCYCdBGBCVvQplAAcg7SrHCaW-E75pkIM6fV4Rj6a3FXsDmp17jdTnXX9QeSmN7ZaIE4zTJd37ImRqdbdeR0Yge_Nb-dZBFL7nFvvKaVYj9b1NmZsrePlOlikp5E/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcizwjAU8gMLOx0i-wKCYCdBGBCVvQplAAcg7SrHCaW-E75pkIM6fV4Rj6a3FXsDmp17jdTnXX9QeSmN7ZaIE4zTJd37ImRqdbdeR0Yge_Nb-dZBFL7nFvvKaVYj9b1NmZsrePlOlikp5E/s320/DSC00228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239572721632670274" border="0" /></a>NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-2129067373397354792008-08-16T02:58:00.000+10:002008-08-16T03:18:51.193+10:00Outing with old friendsTonight out with my secondary school friends for 'Wall-E'' and before that, we had dinner in pizza huts. Fetched by Sai Hoong, him, me and Mun Fai went to Goodview hawkers centre and met Foo and Wye Lup there. We watched Olympic's Badminton Match as we were waiting for Jon and Vincent ( Well, Malaysia won =) ). I didn't know much about that sport but really had fun watching it, as Foo and Mun Fai explained abit to me. As the clock hit 7, we went to IOI mall. I also met Poh Kim, my Popular's outlet supervisor for revision department (the place where i worked before) and talked to her. She's still as nice as usual. We talked alot.<br /><br /> Then. dinner at Pizza Hut. I just took 2 photos using my handphone, anyways. =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgqQqM6saQctiZlGQvn7tp_pfyAIhV14HTLrWAmAraXTfXe9ZLNHhtWssB6QUDBMYUyH-QZJIZUL9MEjkTzapPIJj3VJLwtW3cDHgumDiLkHsce_mtJ4odZaD83xjdsOTqvZozm8XxdYjg/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgqQqM6saQctiZlGQvn7tp_pfyAIhV14HTLrWAmAraXTfXe9ZLNHhtWssB6QUDBMYUyH-QZJIZUL9MEjkTzapPIJj3VJLwtW3cDHgumDiLkHsce_mtJ4odZaD83xjdsOTqvZozm8XxdYjg/s320/DSC00201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234792790418121138" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7DCtKUK6YRBHY2Nw3M-OEPVFVVV7b7JRKNcUy5-4J_Y8HPrseuBLuYvBcGJKlo_k1k9SAyB3M5dhCqOzgvM3bc6c1L7yvp53zpjMRFB4lvT5En5C0i6pQrNLCFnhe27F5iW1XD1HbbSYV/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7DCtKUK6YRBHY2Nw3M-OEPVFVVV7b7JRKNcUy5-4J_Y8HPrseuBLuYvBcGJKlo_k1k9SAyB3M5dhCqOzgvM3bc6c1L7yvp53zpjMRFB4lvT5En5C0i6pQrNLCFnhe27F5iW1XD1HbbSYV/s320/DSC00202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234793048234164546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> Then, after movie we went mamak yum cha. Chat until almost 12am+ Jon suggested that we went to the open area near SJK(c) Harcoft to view the night city from the hilltop. It was nice but not the mosquitoes =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio5dsPqzxpFxbigp2_Dk2YSSQuMqR98D-bx3VCzlTDxb73OY6DH3ZxfT2E80GxbIjW8ejKiTm-b6lxM6AITQoFWxgDkrHzS2J_Wh2tQHFvZf35_z43Y2ern_0f7sj4vuXFRTOyqsJS6HZS/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio5dsPqzxpFxbigp2_Dk2YSSQuMqR98D-bx3VCzlTDxb73OY6DH3ZxfT2E80GxbIjW8ejKiTm-b6lxM6AITQoFWxgDkrHzS2J_Wh2tQHFvZf35_z43Y2ern_0f7sj4vuXFRTOyqsJS6HZS/s320/DSC00198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234793683629018898" border="0" /></a><br /> (Erm, this was the same place we went look at night view but i took it during evening a couple of days ago. Didnt manage to capture the night view at that time XD)<br /><br /> Well, I couldn't post anything interesting about our outing. It may seem very typical, but it means alot to me. I feel kinda belonged. =\ Oh yeah, (related to the view from hilltop), I realized that as we walk to the horizon, we find another. It never ends. Weird huh? =)NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-19417915229731852312008-07-20T01:02:00.000+10:002008-07-20T18:54:12.982+10:00After 3 Weeks...<div style="text-align: left;">Blogging at cc now @@<br /><br />Life's been the same for 3 weeks since i went to col.. and since my home in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">puchong</span> is approximately 20 minutes away from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bandar</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Utama</span>, I go back every <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Friday</span> once finish my class at 11am... (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ok</span>..enough of reporting this kind of shit <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">lols</span>)<br /><br />I happened to meet a good roommate, and several nice friends. Thanks. The col life, as i expected and mentioned in my previous blog's post, was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ok</span>. I have to admit i have problem mixing around and getting along with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ppl</span>, well, i was not anti-social, nor was I too hospitable, but it just happened to be a very weird feeling to me that i feel kinda left out. I am <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ok</span> with things like these, but i feel uneasy. I am posting this not because i want to be noticed so that every1 gets close to me, its just sorta plain shout-outs after all. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Sociopath</span> has been a very taunting word that flitted across my mind whenever i was alone drawing things in library, or walking home by myself. well, i do care people judge me for what i am not, but its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ok</span> if u think i am fat or ugly or anything (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">LOL</span>). But, if my look puts me at this disadvantage that people would stay away from me, i am <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">ok</span> =) , seriously, at least i know where is my weakness. But i would agree with Calvin that this is merely my thinking. Well, i guess people do <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">overthink</span> in time like this.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Erm</span>, another add-on is that i like the lecturers in my col. they are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">uber</span> awesome. Another thanks. But i am worried bout my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">IELTS</span>, seeing i got 2x/40 for my listening..this is sad =.= I think my hearing got some problems already, and Calvin said that it might be due to my habit of listening music through my earphone in abnormally loud blasts. @@ <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">LOL</span> already a bad habit <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">XD</span><br /><br />Last Saturday (11-12/07) was fun with Calvin, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">goin</span> 2 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Bon</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Odori</span> was an experience that i ever wanted.Chatting til 4am was simply awesome, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Pawnage</span>. Well, while i was typing this post, Vincent and Jon were playing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Dota</span> beside me, and there was a ''<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">nooby</span> feeling'' that i was alone blogging ( and a stranger who was so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">kepo</span> peeking me typing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">zzz</span>). Well, i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">shouldnt</span> blog in cc, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">lols</span>, anymore ( the line in this cc 'pawned' because i could <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">onli</span> patch on9 game at 2Kb/sec and the only thing i could do to spend my time was blogging, seeing that i couldn't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">dota</span>, anyways @@)<br /><br />So, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">thats</span> all. I am not good at blogging, but tonight i just felt like wanna blog <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">lols</span>. So... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Goin</span> leave cc. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Ciaoz</span> =D</div>NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-41499820833826329282008-06-28T14:01:00.000+10:002008-07-19T04:21:27.380+10:00Long time no update luuu~~~I'm updating the blog bcoz i am leaving to col d..and living in hostel without laptop, i guess this blog will be dead once again.... LONG TIME NO UPDATE LUUU~~~<br /><br />So.. How have my life been in past few months since i stopped working in popular? Its time where i reason myself to live my life to fullest everyday. yeah..speaking of that, life's almost the same everyday, despite stopping the driving lesson temporarily bcoz of my laziness bah kekeke<br /><br />WHAT i wanna say is that 2008 is... er... a (special?) year...1st, i haven studied for like six months? (kekeke..lame..) and it happens to me that i feel uneasy to go bak studying again, and back to school environment. Anyways, so far three of my frens who r currently in col, are telling me that true frens r hard to be found in col....HAHA...i am so sien of this true fren shit ...wadeva it is, i am still keeping to my own 'doctrine' - Be good to others, tats all... there has been a pivotal change in my life, where i c life in different view, guess it changes how i look in TRUE frens too...<br /><br />and one more thing lah...i dun think one has to be so pro tokking bout how we shud live our life, it is how we WANNA live it to our own accord , tats all ..either happy or sad yeah, u have to go on everyday, y nt make everyday enjoyable? (<< my view) so....life is hard i noe..life sucks..life is shit...yeah i noe...i think the same too, bt no choice lah .. just go on and things will go fine..like one of my frens said: when ship docks, it will go straight (direct translate from chinese idioms) lah..like I have pictured my col life to be sucky...seeing i hav no look, poor social skills, yeah..i have to go on anyways..<br /><br />So far, i kenot live fullest as myself yet, and yeah noe JON, u did it =) (kinda envy u lah)... SO, wish me luck in col bah..hav nth more 2 say d...cyas allNosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-77424900626409532842008-03-08T01:58:00.000+11:002008-12-09T18:41:45.205+11:00Popular<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifuocOBbgIS4c-wfLZKLwXGaIQlch7gfNKhAIOCkaT1mKPotv_g9cdRelrS2nfX0oMkxTxq-yBWZDBWWxHQxAZTt5goOZYAxLDBMAWPSs4w7-razaeGVczJ-8z7BMpt9XQkFSV7Sp3bAhB/s1600-h/IMG_0280.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifuocOBbgIS4c-wfLZKLwXGaIQlch7gfNKhAIOCkaT1mKPotv_g9cdRelrS2nfX0oMkxTxq-yBWZDBWWxHQxAZTt5goOZYAxLDBMAWPSs4w7-razaeGVczJ-8z7BMpt9XQkFSV7Sp3bAhB/s400/IMG_0280.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /> Lolz...brought camera 2 popular 2day..reason was that i was asked to hand over the camera 2 kodak shop 2 print out the photos..n an idea struck me tat i juz asked the staffs in popular to take some photos. haha..and some of them looked so excited..mayb due to the boredom working in popular..so..WALA~ the one sitting is soo chee, she was smk seksyen 4 student, and like me, she is waiting for spm result, a veli ambitious gal~ the leng lui from left, is candy, she is da admin n she is superb frenly..the guy next 2 her is firdaus, funny guy, likes 2 kacau ppl n sings 2 radio..and the one on the right, is Ms Ong, the assistant outlet head, dedicated and diligent, salute~<br /></div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' 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' /></a></div>NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-26951399810177018962008-03-08T01:55:00.000+11:002008-12-09T18:41:45.322+11:00<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wokuWzmjtuZ6iSR9I0euJjFaam7FIuiLhIAKgs5t7WPbBb8dSMXxlH0GDCC5PxiVrh_CJYYuPhu3KoMI-Zc-kLrjbN5iyzHZYnHpV4tZqofoz6ntIMRO73IQh5aJNGBUCo3ugLPDH4kV/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wokuWzmjtuZ6iSR9I0euJjFaam7FIuiLhIAKgs5t7WPbBb8dSMXxlH0GDCC5PxiVrh_CJYYuPhu3KoMI-Zc-kLrjbN5iyzHZYnHpV4tZqofoz6ntIMRO73IQh5aJNGBUCo3ugLPDH4kV/s400/IMG_0285.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />the foreigner storehand =D</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' 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' /></a></div>NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-69876216782092977622008-03-08T01:54:00.000+11:002008-12-09T18:41:45.435+11:00<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge5fpYBJUWlMnDFqNrZnQ_mhi2NbUIgUo8FE32CVkSa4wzBMGjhNNo09_tIwXxYqrDPJYdIgIYNP1BmE4FNHm_f8bUoaWzVhx7EKouxEAYynKvzdek3tcCnzN_-XAoJFhQM_ZcUSmwJKU6/s1600-h/IMG_0287.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge5fpYBJUWlMnDFqNrZnQ_mhi2NbUIgUo8FE32CVkSa4wzBMGjhNNo09_tIwXxYqrDPJYdIgIYNP1BmE4FNHm_f8bUoaWzVhx7EKouxEAYynKvzdek3tcCnzN_-XAoJFhQM_ZcUSmwJKU6/s400/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Me and my revison department supervisor, Poh Kim. She is a veli veli veli hardworking lady and bcoz of her, i oso kena affected. She works almost everyday, and rarely takes leave. Salute her =)</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' 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' /></a></div>NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-6370836260259119492008-03-08T01:50:00.000+11:002008-12-09T18:41:45.526+11:00<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEili8iaRtum8RKEHxv2BFruPcFZcwqDzYIz8ciEkyQW2cHgDEOLNnoKrGl0kjEVetu-wDmshMTWlbPj2BG4SngkFNOOluwyXSSTdEvI94TRHcG_eNRt5rmW15e4jvYisVWQPIaDIKF6eGb3/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEili8iaRtum8RKEHxv2BFruPcFZcwqDzYIz8ciEkyQW2cHgDEOLNnoKrGl0kjEVetu-wDmshMTWlbPj2BG4SngkFNOOluwyXSSTdEvI94TRHcG_eNRt5rmW15e4jvYisVWQPIaDIKF6eGb3/s400/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Our cleaner in popular, Wandi, too shy lolz</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' 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' /></a></div>NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-47894095081565584082008-03-08T01:49:00.000+11:002008-12-09T18:41:45.611+11:00<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAjwy8nbo5-Xx54J-DVSrtyjKWQbbDMOFlxvr4BOgJ6o-PAkW3KRuAluop8EwVJ2_ld0yZ_Ea0UaqWnmc8rH_qG7oL27vd9nZtTdXg1leD6gJYPLxe2urWpOjg5Ewmu3WAokNUfMpqAdG5/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAjwy8nbo5-Xx54J-DVSrtyjKWQbbDMOFlxvr4BOgJ6o-PAkW3KRuAluop8EwVJ2_ld0yZ_Ea0UaqWnmc8rH_qG7oL27vd9nZtTdXg1leD6gJYPLxe2urWpOjg5Ewmu3WAokNUfMpqAdG5/s400/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />from left, Wan Fong (admin), Mr Lee, Candy(admin)<br />sitting one, Soo Chee </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' 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' /></a></div>NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-68007970592014785032008-03-08T01:46:00.000+11:002008-12-09T18:41:45.712+11:00<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFEOu0-1ivUCZRS6FTe2UoHwCMisUxK3P7Ia57wgZJNZAx24aqj_YxowjYsuZ-e3mwltxVeA-BJWg_2A8stVSEiFLWRQdVu4C2dSFqUOyD8UXdIj9LtoEkizdgD5_1yPGpLSuWFFPGLy8R/s1600-h/IMG_0295.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFEOu0-1ivUCZRS6FTe2UoHwCMisUxK3P7Ia57wgZJNZAx24aqj_YxowjYsuZ-e3mwltxVeA-BJWg_2A8stVSEiFLWRQdVu4C2dSFqUOyD8UXdIj9LtoEkizdgD5_1yPGpLSuWFFPGLy8R/s400/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Soo Chee reading book in her work station LOLZ (which is not allowed) but she does tat many times</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' 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' /></a></div>NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591958700946998577.post-46771613130165269872008-03-08T01:42:00.000+11:002008-12-09T18:41:45.847+11:00<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpPky9RKGSJpqOc5TqYJ2u3MF_B7dhSmy95XdQxJRgGrlk5SM0_LVkXzhPzFBWi0sY2fpYlGe3gdSvL8ninPWurtoa3_zP8VBofsw2tW4L70AdZBXLTNGBRXxMZKnmJdKFqzzU2wm6Ku1H/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpPky9RKGSJpqOc5TqYJ2u3MF_B7dhSmy95XdQxJRgGrlk5SM0_LVkXzhPzFBWi0sY2fpYlGe3gdSvL8ninPWurtoa3_zP8VBofsw2tW4L70AdZBXLTNGBRXxMZKnmJdKFqzzU2wm6Ku1H/s400/IMG_0298.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Wendy and Wen Wei, cd rama supervisor and chinese department supervisor respectively. Wendy is a veli nice gal, n she is goin 2 further her study d, while Wen Wei, aka Mr Lee, is a gentleman, likes 2 joke, but i din tok 2 him much </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>NosTalGiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07743920671027068066noreply@blogger.com0