<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:40:00.445+08:00</updated><category term='sigh.....'/><category term='exam'/><category term='Sleeping'/><category term='outing'/><title type='text'>Zzz...</title><subtitle type='html'>lalallalalasldkaklsfhuisghauis
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Why? Let me point some of the obvious out. Some told me its &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;their behavior of curiosity which you often see them hunting a bug or any movable object.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A portion of my friends &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;couldn't resist when stray cats commence their begging conspiracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for food in their nearest Mamak. It just shake your heart when they stare and Meow at you as your brain will automatically say "aww, poor cat. Let me Give you a piece of roti canai + sambal". As you put the food down for the respective cats, they will just chew on it ONCE! then look at you again "this is not what a cat should eat, Stupid Human". And begins to meow again. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The process repeats itself until you ignore them or left the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Urgh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/TDeroSLcESI/AAAAAAAABHE/bHpMNJGpW_4/s1600/1167398149635fg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/TDeroSLcESI/AAAAAAAABHE/bHpMNJGpW_4/s320/1167398149635fg4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492046979164541218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Begging Conspiracy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the beginning of this week, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I brought breads from home and left them on my dining table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A moment later, I took a visit to my dining table looking for some midnight snacks and bump into a cat having its great escape. When I visit the crime scene, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a portion of the bread was eaten by the fugitive cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The story continues as I brought another pack of bread and put it into a more covered area. However, the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;cat out smart me and commit the same crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Sigh, no breads for this whole week. I know I can't sue the cat for eating my bread nor I can catch it for my bbq dinner. But I'm closing all the windows so that the fugitive won't harass me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/TDeroheg-DI/AAAAAAAABHM/kg8ujwvwAOQ/s1600/catmugshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/TDeroheg-DI/AAAAAAAABHM/kg8ujwvwAOQ/s320/catmugshot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492046983271086130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fugitive cat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But the general thinking of what Cats are like in this world is totally &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Overated!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-8813698515838568962?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/8813698515838568962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=8813698515838568962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8813698515838568962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8813698515838568962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2010/07/cats.html' title='Cats'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/TDeroSLcESI/AAAAAAAABHE/bHpMNJGpW_4/s72-c/1167398149635fg4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-2220381321763536687</id><published>2010-05-20T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:09:46.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more days to merdeka</title><content type='html'>I can smell Holidays is around the corner. Just 5 freakin more days and thats it!! From the beginning of exam until today, I could say the papers were ups and downs. This means that there are papers which I could or could not score. The next paper? Chemical Phase Equilibrium (CPE) and Environmental Protection (ENP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed off for today's dinner. Why? Not that the food were extremely bad or something but they over charged me for RM20. Despite my bankrupt status I declared earlier, money is never enough for me and for now I felt quite miserable for paying more of what I ate. My food was supposed to be bellow RM15!! Sigh, I think Sue Wen's blur is contagious (no offence) and made me blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S_VBQpHtwcI/AAAAAAAABGM/9UHFQNNzwyg/s1600/IMG_0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S_VBQpHtwcI/AAAAAAAABGM/9UHFQNNzwyg/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473352676310630850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freakin poor now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S_VBRN8n_nI/AAAAAAAABGU/IOWoLg4zjHA/s1600/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S_VBRN8n_nI/AAAAAAAABGU/IOWoLg4zjHA/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473352686196227698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gary studying in exam mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S_VBRsWzrsI/AAAAAAAABGc/1hzvEdl7tJE/s1600/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S_VBRsWzrsI/AAAAAAAABGc/1hzvEdl7tJE/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473352694359109314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Mein destressing with CS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today. Thanks for listening to my rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I ate at &lt;s&gt;Bitch&lt;/s&gt; Beach Cafe today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-2220381321763536687?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/2220381321763536687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=2220381321763536687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/2220381321763536687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/2220381321763536687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2010/05/5-more-days-to-merdeka.html' title='5 more days to merdeka'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S_VBQpHtwcI/AAAAAAAABGM/9UHFQNNzwyg/s72-c/IMG_0492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-7570295489529402603</id><published>2010-04-25T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:42:49.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study tech...</title><content type='html'>Stress stress go away come again another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have 2 weeks to study... what the??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I started? I'm really not sure.... half half gua. But I'm quite sure I'm not ready for exam and I am under schedule. This semester I felt I even slack off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around me, there are lots of study techniques that people around me use. One is the(GB) gang bang technique.. sounds very obscene but it means&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; group study&lt;/span&gt;. Another is the solo mid, bottom or top technique which obviously means someone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;study at home or anywhere else with fewer people&lt;/span&gt;. Sounds familiar? Cause i'm kinda relating it to Dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study is kinda like dota. No matter what technique you use 'solo' or 'gb' to get exp or money, make sure you dont afk at base and get nothing.  Don't straight away Roshan if you can't because you will end up wasting your time (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't study the important but hard chapters because you will end up wasting precious time&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, friends around would ask you to gb people but if you felt that you can't yet, why not farm awhile first? And sometimes you cant against too many enemy in the lane.. not safe? Solo forest lor&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (go library&lt;/span&gt;). The thing is, sometimes people kinda kacau you at forest. All the forest creeps killed by your friends or enemy (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;text book kena pinjam&lt;/span&gt;). Regardless of what hero or strategy you use, I'm sure that he or she could own the  game... oh i mean study..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-7570295489529402603?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/7570295489529402603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=7570295489529402603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7570295489529402603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7570295489529402603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2010/04/study-tech.html' title='Study tech...'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-8168260378762285038</id><published>2010-04-22T10:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:27:13.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day</title><content type='html'>There are too many thing in my brain right now. Let me list out a few of the mains....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internships, studies, exams, relationships with people and etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what concerns me today is not just about about the above. In fact, I am more worried about the future ahead for the earth. Will the earth really become like the big screen 2012 blockbuster where huge tsunami and earth quakes strikes the earth?? If we compare mother earth in the last decade, it was really a better place to live on with lower average temperature and less disaster I would say. Therefore, earthlings like us are just children for the earth. When we were born in this land, we were fed by her and grow in a healthy environment. By that, take care of her and she will take care of you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S8_PunUoI_I/AAAAAAAABGE/HZje-td-Ep8/s1600/earth-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S8_PunUoI_I/AAAAAAAABGE/HZje-td-Ep8/s320/earth-day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462813272760132594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Earth Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-8168260378762285038?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/8168260378762285038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=8168260378762285038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8168260378762285038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8168260378762285038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S8_PunUoI_I/AAAAAAAABGE/HZje-td-Ep8/s72-c/earth-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-7911725483920344847</id><published>2010-04-05T01:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T03:11:11.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Dream =__=</title><content type='html'>I was envious that most people had their dream for a good night sleep. Not that I'm having insomnia like Clarence or have no dream during my slumber time but rather &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;unable to recall back what I had dream of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Once in a blue moon like today, I had a dream during my nap time and I could recall it. Quite a random dream I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was set in a house where there was this uncle told me some secrets about myself. The next thing, I know was I have this power to increase my heart beat until I had incredible reflexes and movements. Sounds familiar? My dream was almost based on the story of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"Wanted"&lt;/span&gt; movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S7jgVR5OfRI/AAAAAAAABFs/UcBXHxE5xrw/s1600/Dream+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S7jgVR5OfRI/AAAAAAAABFs/UcBXHxE5xrw/s320/Dream+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456357604744658194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know my eyes are supposed to focus on the target. Not the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes on that the uncle disappeared and I was going to be assassinated by a girl. But this time, it was not Angelina Jolly.. Instead it was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/MyNameLo/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/lady-gaga-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S7jgwzDqKII/AAAAAAAABF0/2ZLcfORqrGk/s1600/lady-gaga-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S7jgwzDqKII/AAAAAAAABF0/2ZLcfORqrGk/s320/lady-gaga-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456358077503252610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poker face maniac, attempt to shoot me but somehow I manage to dodge all the bullets. Remember? I am able to do the increase reflexes thingy and causes some kind of slow motion (matrix mode). At the end of the dream, she even launched a Bazooka and blew the whole house.. I'm not sure if I was dead at the end of my dream lar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-7911725483920344847?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/7911725483920344847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=7911725483920344847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7911725483920344847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7911725483920344847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-dream.html' title='Random Dream =__='/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S7jgVR5OfRI/AAAAAAAABFs/UcBXHxE5xrw/s72-c/Dream+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-8192595466776411611</id><published>2010-03-23T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T12:43:32.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Dinner</title><content type='html'>Annual dinner is the biggest event that the university would held. For this time, it was held in Shangrila grand ball room with 90 tables. It's my second year this time and half of my friend will be leaving to UK after this semester ends. Therefore, our gang agreed to go for the event this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticed that I did not take much pictures with pretty girls and macho guys? I was working throughout the whole night during the annual dinner. It all started once Kar Mun told me that she will not be attending due to the workload she has. It rings my bell. I feel that I have no point to just sit down and enjoy the night. Coincidentally, SA entertainment officer required people volunteer during the annual dinner. Hmmm.. not a bad choice and so I sign up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was a bit doubtful and thought of giving up. But after some time, I manage to pull myself to work together with them. It wasn't that hard once you are brave enough to start communicating. Some of them are from Pakistan, Sri Lanka, Dubai, Vietnam, Africa and many more. It was a good and funny experience to work with people from different backgrounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-8192595466776411611?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/8192595466776411611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=8192595466776411611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8192595466776411611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8192595466776411611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2010/03/annual-dinner.html' title='Annual Dinner'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-7468167111687652528</id><published>2010-03-05T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:11:33.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants</title><content type='html'>It's end of week 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Volunteering Work&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; No money&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Annual Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; study&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;coursework&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Internship&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;basketball league&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do... yet so little time. Somebody save me please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-7468167111687652528?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/7468167111687652528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=7468167111687652528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7468167111687652528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7468167111687652528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2010/03/rants.html' title='Rants'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-5253667832538858140</id><published>2010-02-15T12:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:42:32.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year Of Tiger!! meow~</title><content type='html'>Hello dear citizens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I would like to say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S3jsSQxjzhI/AAAAAAAABFM/nX-KQgWIjc0/s1600-h/chinese-tiger.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S3jsSQxjzhI/AAAAAAAABFM/nX-KQgWIjc0/s200/chinese-tiger.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438356348534509074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Year of tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are something I would like to share with you that I will and will not do during this festive season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;☐ Buy new stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes, shoes, pants, undies, bags, MP3 and the list goes on. Imagine all the people have this ideology of buying stuff before Chinese New Year. Every corner of shopping malls are flooded with crowd of people and you would be of them. All I can say is really buy your stuff before Chinese New Year, do not wait till last minute or you shall be see pasar malam in shopping malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;☑ Reunion Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S3jsTTmafcI/AAAAAAAABFk/TURhaGmI7GI/s1600-h/Reunion-Dinner.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S3jsTTmafcI/AAAAAAAABFk/TURhaGmI7GI/s200/Reunion-Dinner.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438356366472936898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine, when all cousins and relatives come from various state sit in a big round table. What a delightful scenery was it? Most of the time I were being flooded with questions like "what are you studying arr?" and most recently my cousin asked "why suddenly learn piano one? Noob " and etc etc. At the end of the day, we will sure end up gambling. As for me, I just relax, eat all the nice dishes in the reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;☐ Illegal Firework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S3jsS5S5ycI/AAAAAAAABFc/_MyRY-QMJU8/s1600-h/firework.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S3jsS5S5ycI/AAAAAAAABFc/_MyRY-QMJU8/s200/firework.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438356359411780034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is Chinese New Year without the sound of 'Bing Bing Bang Bang'?? Of course I do play with it when I was young (pretend mature), but I don't really support when its midnight!! Hellloooo, your neighborhood are sleeping soundly-like-a-pig! Love thy Neighbor.. Remember? Unless, you have issues with them. So an untick for the night firecrackers cuz I'm one of the victim =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;☑☑ Angpao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S3jsSuLpPpI/AAAAAAAABFU/h8TJ9Z5udlA/s1600-h/chinese+new+year.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S3jsSuLpPpI/AAAAAAAABFU/h8TJ9Z5udlA/s200/chinese+new+year.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438356356428545682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bet younger generation in the family are craving for this. No doubt, I'm one of them =) . Normally mom and dad will give'me more money compared to the other relatives. This red packets are the source of joy for me and most of my cousins. However, I wonder what older generation feels? Do they really feel happy when they served us with red packets? =\ Double ticks for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-5253667832538858140?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/5253667832538858140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=5253667832538858140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/5253667832538858140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/5253667832538858140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2010/02/year-of-tiger-meow.html' title='Year Of Tiger!! meow~'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/S3jsSQxjzhI/AAAAAAAABFM/nX-KQgWIjc0/s72-c/chinese-tiger.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-8282398461760999510</id><published>2010-02-10T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:46:21.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost....... again</title><content type='html'>Arghh lost my wallet!!! Again Again and Again!!&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna use any wallet anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Please dont buy me any.. Cuz it will encourage it disappear again&lt;br /&gt;Then where I should put all my money and ID and license?&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe my bag also will hilang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RWahhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-8282398461760999510?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/8282398461760999510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=8282398461760999510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8282398461760999510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8282398461760999510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2010/02/lost-again.html' title='Lost....... again'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-7804718453360082120</id><published>2009-11-25T00:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:18:37.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogoya (old post)</title><content type='html'>Once upon of time, there live a poor family who make their living by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A. Selling abalone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;B. Selling moon cakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;C. Selling Pan Mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;D. Selling Ice Creams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It first started with a small stall doing their business next to a busy street. Not long after their business were blooming, the parents were involved with car crash accident which left the business to the eldest brother, elder sister and the step mother. With good strategies and hiring a good cook came from Himalaya, their net profit has an exponential growth. Therefore, they took the opportunity to extend their business by opening a buffet restaurant located at the heart of KL name "Jhogoya". Instantly, the restaurant became very popular with their tremendous varieties and food qualities. As it seems that everything goes well, the eldest brother (CEO) went missing with no trace at all. No one knows why, how or when until one of the sibling discovered the reason behind it which also relates back to the incident of their parents death......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SxR8mH42P1I/AAAAAAAABEU/jZuOIRChFdI/s1600/DSC03731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SxR8mH42P1I/AAAAAAAABEU/jZuOIRChFdI/s400/DSC03731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410086046773165906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the above are real stories from............... Facebook where everyone commented on the photograph....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-7804718453360082120?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/7804718453360082120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=7804718453360082120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7804718453360082120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7804718453360082120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2009/11/jogoya-old-post.html' title='Jogoya (old post)'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SxR8mH42P1I/AAAAAAAABEU/jZuOIRChFdI/s72-c/DSC03731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-7378590295493418742</id><published>2009-11-22T01:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T04:04:25.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 8 update</title><content type='html'>I've finally finished up my labs after suffering for 8 weeks. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yee Ping&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt; and I were haunted by the last lab report and spent a sleepless night to finalize it up. Confused we were despite all the senior reports and friends help. We were unable to establish the foundation for the experiment but at the very end we manage to sort things out... Phew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Swg4zgCSaYI/AAAAAAAABEM/AAmX9VcAaYE/s1600/DSC0000312+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Swg4zgCSaYI/AAAAAAAABEM/AAmX9VcAaYE/s320/DSC0000312+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406633810082294146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know there are people says its unfair to have 2 pretty ladies as my lab mates &lt;s&gt;like Dome&lt;/s&gt; but I shall not only compliment their beauty.. they have good personalities, very fun to work with and most importantly not dumb at all! As I could remember, their marks are always higher than mine. Hahaha... Yee Ping, if you are reading this.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UCSI is not in Sabah or Sarawak lar.. Its actually at Cheras Taman Connaught only&lt;/span&gt;.... sorry sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the coming days as it will be very very busy and stress... it will be something like &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;coursework&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;test&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; study&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;industrial talk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;industrial visit&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;industrial talk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;industrial vis&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; industrial talk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; study&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;coursework&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;coursework&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;coursework&lt;/span&gt;, and the list goes on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Do ENM Coursework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Do INC Coursework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Read BOB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Stop emo-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Start Exercising ( get back my fitness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Exercising, its super hard to get myself workout in Uni. When the afternoon comes, the sky seems to turn gloomy and start pouring its droplets to the earth till evening. Some may think "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hei, you can play indoor sports and go to the gym noob!&lt;/span&gt;" but the truth is hard to pull a single sweat. swt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Badminton - Only 2 court and always full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ping Pong - You hardly move an inch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Squash - I dont have a squash racket + ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Gym - Buff guys looks scary and insufficient equipment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I exaggerate a bit, but the points are there! Further more, what's better thing to do than sleeping when its raining? Well, I'll try to play squash once in awhile when I could parasite some of my friends there.... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-7378590295493418742?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/7378590295493418742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=7378590295493418742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7378590295493418742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7378590295493418742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-8-update.html' title='Week 8 update'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Swg4zgCSaYI/AAAAAAAABEM/AAmX9VcAaYE/s72-c/DSC0000312+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-3636351468971385248</id><published>2009-11-12T01:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T02:30:14.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on Week 7</title><content type='html'>Dear blog... Im so sorry for neglecting you again for don't know how many weeks. I also do not know that how many people do really read my blog. However, I do wanna sculpture a little bit of tiny bits of memories on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way from week 1 to week 7, lots of things had happen. There were lots of activities went on, lots of happening things happen but its too hard for me to list it down. Recently (not really recent actually week 6), Chem Eng students were invited to attend an event organize by Chemical Engineering Society (CHESS) called as Chem Eng Night. Allow me to briefly describe how was it, it first started with games, then performance and dress competition. The most memorable thing I could remember was when Kieve showed his abs and he really freak the heck out of Khai Kiun (sorry, spelling get D' only) and even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall its a thumb up with all the things we had for just RM 5 except that I did not get my meal that I'm supposed to. At the end of the day, I had to feed my hungry tummy at Ibrahim Maju (mamak restaurant)... Haihz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Svr9AoXyV-I/AAAAAAAABEE/8AcW1KMb_As/s1600-h/16440_167681829386_606834386_2900164_6969894_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Svr9AoXyV-I/AAAAAAAABEE/8AcW1KMb_As/s320/16440_167681829386_606834386_2900164_6969894_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402908890263345122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Queuing up  to play a game call  "Ting Ting"&lt;br /&gt;(Bolwin, Me, Michelle, Eileen, Su Em, Yee Ping and long list of people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Somehow, I still feel gloomy all these days without her presence. How long have we been not seeing each other? Where did I go wrong?? I never knew, I never knew that everything is falling through. That everyone that I know was waiting on a queue to turn and run when I needed was the truth but thats how it gotta be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Fray - Over My Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish I had a pat on my shoulder at least.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-3636351468971385248?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/3636351468971385248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=3636351468971385248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/3636351468971385248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/3636351468971385248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2009/11/updates-on-week-7.html' title='Updates on Week 7'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Svr9AoXyV-I/AAAAAAAABEE/8AcW1KMb_As/s72-c/16440_167681829386_606834386_2900164_6969894_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-3723176085347108066</id><published>2009-10-09T09:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:12:54.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boys and Girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s we all now have facebook which enable us to connect to our friends, family or even foe, to remember one's birthday is as easy as clicking the mouse. After I clicked so much on facebook, I was reminded that this week schedule is full with birthdays. Ahhh... there would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ghee Vui&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacqueline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wy Hoong&lt;/span&gt;. Congrats to all of them to be born in this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ow that we know our friend's birthday, we would normally think of how to celebrate it. Throw a party? Have a Gathering? Dinner at fancy restaurant? It all depends on how we all conclude the event. Then we would start to scratch our head on choosing the right present. Will he/she like it? Will it be too expensive?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;But what's the most importat is the matter of heart I guess&lt;/span&gt;. Because all of the willingness to spend the time, money and labour is to appretiate them individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;erhaps I'm grateful to appretiate them but it's also heart wrecking when you see your wallet or purse empty. So who's next in my list? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-3723176085347108066?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/3723176085347108066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=3723176085347108066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/3723176085347108066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/3723176085347108066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-boys-and-girls.html' title='Birthday Boys and Girls...'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-3926305168215261544</id><published>2009-09-24T19:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:03:39.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All food, no exercise makes James a fat ass</title><content type='html'>This week had been a hectic week. I would say there are lots of outing and most of them involve food. This happens when :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1) You have crazy friends that have nothing to do during holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2) You have special events such as BBQ party or Friend Birthday or etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3) Your parents who likes to tapao' extra food back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3) Your gf/bf likes to eat good stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have all the symptom above, I guess you too have what it call as '&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Will-Eat-No-Matter-Where-Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;'. Where you have lots of food inside the house and outside the house. Congrats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian foods are AWESOME, its all about heaty food such as Durian, Bak Kut Teh, fried, curry and chilis. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I just hope that I would not die &lt;/span&gt;fast due to excessive intake of this kinda food. Fatty and high colestrol is what this week food intake is all about. Whenever you finding people to play basketball or jogging they seems to be all missing. Sometimes its too hard to be healthy due to the environment... doesnt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-3926305168215261544?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/3926305168215261544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=3926305168215261544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/3926305168215261544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/3926305168215261544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-food-no-exercise-makes-james-fat.html' title='All food, no exercise makes James a fat ass'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-8874825857916635897</id><published>2009-09-04T19:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:11:12.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fattening</title><content type='html'>Place : Wei Mein's House&lt;br /&gt;Fella : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wei Mein&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Wei Mein's Mum&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Wy Hoong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sue wen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mabel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Wei Ern&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Joane&lt;/span&gt; and Me.&lt;br /&gt;Objective : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To get ourself fatten with Lagsana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce this to you.... &lt;s style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This is Wy Hoong!&lt;/s&gt; Wei Mein's turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SqEFUm78jZI/AAAAAAAABB8/JcFJXyJSD6c/s1600-h/Photo-0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SqEFUm78jZI/AAAAAAAABB8/JcFJXyJSD6c/s320/Photo-0091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377585281664585106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;irst off Apple pie... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;from Joanne &lt;/span&gt;=) . Not that she made it, but her mother made it and she brought it to our little gathering. The crust has a nice texture with golden looking armor. The inside however were less sweet and sour compare to the apple pie in McD. Overall I will be giving a 3.5/5.0... Let hope her daughter bake as good as this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SqEFV3mLsEI/AAAAAAAABCU/Qdp3Aro6HF8/s1600-h/Photo-0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SqEFV3mLsEI/AAAAAAAABCU/Qdp3Aro6HF8/s320/Photo-0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377585303316574274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here comes the main dish. The purpose we travel ourself here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SqEFUJhqAKI/AAAAAAAABB0/X_jH5tUSbII/s1600-h/Photo-0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SqEFUJhqAKI/AAAAAAAABB0/X_jH5tUSbII/s320/Photo-0088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377585273769689250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wei Mein "Come On girls! Chop those Onions and Mushroom!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say Wei Mein was like Chef Ramsy and we were like his apprentice in Hell's Kitchen. We took turns to chop, dice, wash, cook, stir and all you can name it.. I could say its almost like making spaghetti sause but has little twist and turn of it. From my point of view, lots of CHEEESEEE were consume.. Not that I'm going to reveal his secret recipe, after all this, that and bake for awhile. It became....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SqEFVZl7d3I/AAAAAAAABCM/q7Mek3Tt3qo/s1600-h/Photo-0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SqEFVZl7d3I/AAAAAAAABCM/q7Mek3Tt3qo/s320/Photo-0094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377585295262447474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mouth watery, nice fragrance and abit good looking Lagsana. =) Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it turns out we need to wait for another 30 more minutes so that it will solidify abit. Therefore we wait... and wait... and wait... till we watched "Meet The Fockers". Then, its time to feast viciously. I did not really take picture of everybody's gluton face but everyone were really hungy and we enjoy it. Excelent cheese, nice flavour and very tummy filling even I had 2 small blocks of that. Overall I give 4.3/5.00 ratings for this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to this little guy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SqHHA8wWnJI/AAAAAAAABCs/9U22VHfNWPY/s1600-h/Photo-0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SqHHA8wWnJI/AAAAAAAABCs/9U22VHfNWPY/s320/Photo-0090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377798249179946130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess who is this..&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;p/s: Im giving rating for fun only..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-8874825857916635897?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/8874825857916635897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=8874825857916635897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8874825857916635897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8874825857916635897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2009/09/fattening.html' title='Fattening'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SqEFUm78jZI/AAAAAAAABB8/JcFJXyJSD6c/s72-c/Photo-0091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-737845097038150343</id><published>2009-09-01T12:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:51:20.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka + Random Old Uni stuff</title><content type='html'>It was 31st August and everybody know its our National Day. But this year I found it pathetic due to the H1N1 attack. There seems to be less firework and become more silent through the night. Yes its always better to be safe than sorry or prevent is better than cure.. But it seems lack of something for this Merdeka spirit. So where is the fun for our National day??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we planned to go 'Yum Cha' or maybe Sing K with my secondary school friends. Some nodded, some shake heads and most of them went missing which ends up cancel to all the plans. Most probably they have their own things to do or perhaps own celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, I pack some of my basketball kits, fetch Carmen and rush to Nottingham. Not really a celebration but more like a morning exercise session. Meet up with Mabel, Wei Ern and Joanne. Had some chit chat session and then eat Broga Pan Mee. Wei Ern mention that there were some Nostalgic feelings when driving to the campus, yes I do feel the same to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the random pictures in Uni Life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SpypAsY8kpI/AAAAAAAABA8/UdFZ7Twv930/s1600-h/18122008222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SpypAsY8kpI/AAAAAAAABA8/UdFZ7Twv930/s320/18122008222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376357884554416786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dome "Save me please!"&lt;br /&gt;This is one of Wei Mein's favourite past time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SpypBrzajyI/AAAAAAAABBM/pe_mLh7k1qE/s1600-h/Photo-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SpypBrzajyI/AAAAAAAABBM/pe_mLh7k1qE/s320/Photo-0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376357901576867618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down Syndrome Dog... according to Dome&lt;br /&gt;This dog is called............ Heck I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SpypCqEanLI/AAAAAAAABBc/MU9EEoKKPY4/s1600-h/Photo-0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SpypCqEanLI/AAAAAAAABBc/MU9EEoKKPY4/s320/Photo-0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376357918291172530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time try Wei Mein's Lagsana... Damn his a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can't wait to get fatten with Wei Mein's Lagsana again this Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;But please dont kiss me like how you do it to Dome, will ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-737845097038150343?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/737845097038150343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=737845097038150343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/737845097038150343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/737845097038150343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2009/09/merdeka-random-old-uni-stuff.html' title='Merdeka + Random Old Uni stuff'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SpypAsY8kpI/AAAAAAAABA8/UdFZ7Twv930/s72-c/18122008222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-9191862484180643854</id><published>2009-08-28T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:16:36.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peon *Work Work*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Somehow I gain back my blog spirit after neglecting it. Lets hope this time I could blog at least once every 2 days okay? So here we go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my life could be characterized as a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;peon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SpbBbwhpJJI/AAAAAAAABA0/e7LAocuuwgQ/s1600-h/peon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SpbBbwhpJJI/AAAAAAAABA0/e7LAocuuwgQ/s320/peon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374695887939904658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Peon is one ugly orge (perhaps handsome for them) in Warcraft Trilogy who is dedicated to work all his life. This same goes to me, spending my remaining holidays to work work and work. Well, who ask me to be so freakin poor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the begining, I was introduced to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; sell new brand handphones&lt;/span&gt; from the company of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;CSL&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ximax&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow I felt I'm selling China phone although my supervisor already told me its not China phone. Well screw that cuz I felt I'm not the phone seller kinda person although I do enjoy the pay they offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I found a job near my house which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;sells men's wear&lt;/span&gt;. Enjoy the companies there but dislike the crappy payment. At times, I would earn more if I go MV as temporary promoter.  Screw that again cuz I've already found another job at Giant Supermarket at Taman Connaught as Merchandizer this saturday. Well lets hope things are better for this job........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw good luck on your test....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-9191862484180643854?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/9191862484180643854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=9191862484180643854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/9191862484180643854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/9191862484180643854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2009/08/peon-work-work.html' title='Peon *Work Work*'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SpbBbwhpJJI/AAAAAAAABA0/e7LAocuuwgQ/s72-c/peon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-2908053342364084341</id><published>2009-07-01T16:02:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:56:49.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 2 month lor...</title><content type='html'>Last month 2 till now.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1. Was busy with Exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SlBbv4QNjiI/AAAAAAAAA_s/0iWJTAWmEgc/s1600-h/4425_102127276263_724006263_2650268_392739_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354880835055881762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SlBbv4QNjiI/AAAAAAAAA_s/0iWJTAWmEgc/s200/4425_102127276263_724006263_2650268_392739_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For your information, my exam consumed quite a long period for the month of May. As an appropriate student, one must be ready before marching to the exam hall. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;I had the motivation to study back then but lack of time&lt;/span&gt;. Time is always a factor for me no matter before exam or during exam. I always had the feeling I'm studying last minute and time flies at light speed. During exam, time is even faster than expected except for ( MPC ). I endured the whole month with papers, books and pens. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;The lucky thing was, I had a group of housemates and friends who study, yawns and mamak together&lt;/span&gt;. Less stress I would say compare to one who just study alone. This proves the phrase "no man is an island"?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; Study mood On!&lt;/span&gt; To me exam is like a Marathon running. One should be mentally and physically prepared before entering the race. Then he/she should concentrate throughout the distance running. As you reached the finishing line. You would thought of what to do. Rest? Eat? Go Pee? But for me, I was invited to " super ultimate GG day"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2. Go for ultimate GG day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SlBif8p9pXI/AAAAAAAAA_8/JJxpm0zLsa4/s1600-h/4425_103008196263_724006263_2663352_2038780_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354888257941120370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SlBif8p9pXI/AAAAAAAAA_8/JJxpm0zLsa4/s200/4425_103008196263_724006263_2663352_2038780_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, this is what we have been waiting for after exam to de-stress. Before that, it was well planed by &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Shi Wei&lt;/span&gt;, credits goes to her. Our plan was to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;0. Climb Broga Hill&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sing K&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch Movie&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat Chilis&lt;br /&gt;4. Yum Cha&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;s&gt;Clubbing&lt;/s&gt; Alcohol Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities No.1 to No.3 take places in Mid Valley. Sing K was nice as we could see &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Wei Mein rapping like Eminem and sing sexy songs like Pussycatdolls &lt;/span&gt;which brings lots of laughter and fun.. Lol. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Then Gary forced me to sing Gary Chao's duet song&lt;/span&gt;.. damn, it was my ulti song actually! (sorry KM). Watched Monster VS Alien and darn we make lots of noise there. It was comedy came adventure show for those who have not watched yet. A lot of people personally like BoB or Benzoate-Oxy-Bicarbonate who is a jelly like monster. So do I =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SlCkXSw13II/AAAAAAAABAM/GRqvUQSv1tA/s1600-h/IMG_3448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354960677024160898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SlCkXSw13II/AAAAAAAABAM/GRqvUQSv1tA/s200/IMG_3448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As planned, after we finish watching "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Monster VS Alien&lt;/span&gt;" we were in hunger. Instantly we moved to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Chilis&lt;/span&gt; which serve nice western food. For my 1st time experience, the food was quality was nice and proportion is big for the considerable cash. After flipping the menu for few times, I decided to have &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Lamb Shoulder steak and Bottomless Coffee&lt;/span&gt;. We chit-chat, we Cam-whore, we watch TV and val-la, food were serve. 'Lepak' for awhile while our stomach were bloated then we went for another round in "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Warung&lt;/span&gt;" to yum cha. As I'd observe, everyone was very tired at that moment left few very energetic. Were we GG-Ed? I guess not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SlBbwJsY-7I/AAAAAAAAA_0/7-dwIYojdto/s1600-h/4320_87344809829_536224829_1879172_2664848_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354880839737473970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SlBbwJsY-7I/AAAAAAAAA_0/7-dwIYojdto/s200/4320_87344809829_536224829_1879172_2664848_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we reached home, me and&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt; Wei Ern&lt;/span&gt; were assigned to buy ice for our hang over in TTS. Then we saw someone who ditched us, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Sue Wen&lt;/span&gt; in Mamak. Back in our little house in TTS 5, 1st Wei Ern explain the rules of the alcohol game. It uses a deck of cards and everyone is given 1 card. There are normal cards and ultimate cards. One who posses ulti card either could ask question, make people drink 1 shot or allow that particular person to go toilet. I'm not going to further elaborate but it is a fun game. As for me,&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt; I'm the only one who drink 1 glass of plain water instead shots&lt;/span&gt;. Its a double edge sword cause I need to go toilet often at the end. Somehow, water ran out and I decided to have alcohols instead. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Wy Hoong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Wei Mein&lt;/span&gt; ran off after 1st round. Cowards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Shi Wei&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt; drank seriously a lot claim to near 30 shots. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Wei Ern&lt;/span&gt; was very tricky that day. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Mabel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Joanne&lt;/span&gt; were our bartender but also kena shots a lot. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;CK &lt;/span&gt;drink but like no effect at all and calm. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Alice Liew&lt;/span&gt; face red after a couple of shots.. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;For me, I need to go toilet often even when sleeping time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3. dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 4 weeks since me and her meet. Before that, both side of us were having exams. Subsequently, she had her own activities to Pulau Redang while I had my 'ultimate GG day'. Sms and phone calls were our only way to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SmAAXFtWulI/AAAAAAAABAU/SnCc9oCvAsg/s1600-h/IMG_3488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359283953240291922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SmAAXFtWulI/AAAAAAAABAU/SnCc9oCvAsg/s200/IMG_3488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Why does girls like to cam whore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone here ever experience triple date before? For me, I thought it would be a disasterous momment. One couple may start to compare with other couples on how well they are doing in the relationship. One would start to judge and throw question in mind like &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;"how good if my bf/gf is that caring" or "why not my gf/bf do this do that to me?"&lt;/span&gt;. Consequently, it may affect the relationship. However, its not really true from what I had experience later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SmAAYBR9_8I/AAAAAAAABAk/F9td4qdHbaw/s1600-h/IMG_3504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359283969231552450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SmAAYBR9_8I/AAAAAAAABAk/F9td4qdHbaw/s200/IMG_3504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hwa-Rang and Henry my newly met friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a call from her, and she informed me that its going to be a triple date to 1U. I knew &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Karrie &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Jeleine&lt;/span&gt; as friends but not their partner. My first impression to my newly met friends, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt; is a thin and tall guy who is happy go lucky person. Talks a lot and craps a lot like me. Meanwhile &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Hwa-Rang&lt;/span&gt; is a 'mata sepet' korean boy who is matured, educated and funny on his own way. After a small discussion, we had dicided to have our late &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;lunch at Pasta Zanmai and catch a movie (Monster Vs Alien) again&lt;/span&gt;.... Pathetic yet enjoyable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;4. Farewell to my fellow secondary school mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know them for quite some time. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;They were my dota kaki's, my yum cha gang, &lt;s&gt;borrow underwear gang&lt;/s&gt;, and basketball gang&lt;/span&gt;. After some of them completed their STPM and had their result, they got offer to USM, UPM and etc. I would say Beng and Andrew went to the furthest of them all. While some like Yih Tat, Yan Zheng and Kmeng were relatively near at Serdang. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Therefore, we planned an outing to Pavillion. Had our lunch at Sakae Sushi and its my first time there&lt;/span&gt;. I would say the food not bad there with or without my friends company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SmAE9VARQnI/AAAAAAAABAs/lXmogFMIw2k/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359289008227697266" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SmAE9VARQnI/AAAAAAAABAs/lXmogFMIw2k/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;To some of my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Beng..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really chinese educated friend I would say. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Don't be over hard headed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and try change your perception once in awhile. If so, I'm sure you will excel in every field and could find one nice girl at your uni.. LOL... let it be natural ya... cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yih Tat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You been a really good chatter all these while. Gonna lost 1 dota kaki and yum cha gang already. Sarcastic, funny and knowledgable as always. But one thing you may not keep in mind. Highlight here &gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Remember to use condom if needed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yan Zheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I never beat you in sports one? Basketball and badminton... Oh well, guess this guy is one heck of superman. Next time I bring krytonite for your present. One last thing... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Don't too focus on something too much or you might lose something around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. People are pathetic, once lost only they would acknowledge it to be precious. Make it balance ya... Cheers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kmeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy who brings lots of funny terms like 'zhi zhu zhi zhu zhi zhu' .. you know what I mean *evil laugh*. Even you are away, I believe you still will treat May Ying good enough. As for us, you will always be our .... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Transporter and ATM machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Andrew.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are studious and inteligent I would say. Try not to boast too much infront of people.. and Practice your Dota also.. haha. Now is the chance away from your parents which means you could&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt; go late night mamak more and go CC&lt;/span&gt;. Learn to be both good and bad at the same time to improve your social skills maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5. Celebrate aniversary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; underconstruction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-2908053342364084341?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/2908053342364084341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=2908053342364084341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/2908053342364084341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/2908053342364084341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-2-month-lor.html' title='Last 2 month lor...'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SlBbv4QNjiI/AAAAAAAAA_s/0iWJTAWmEgc/s72-c/4425_102127276263_724006263_2650268_392739_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-3463502261329828424</id><published>2009-05-01T17:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:43:24.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slavery day...</title><content type='html'>Just an own poem out of no where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Disasters god always do,&lt;br /&gt;the earth still spins through,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what we all do,&lt;br /&gt;problems will still always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bearing with it, you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bear it with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and the word is I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, change the mindset to take all the problems as your challenges of life. Sometimes isn't it better to face it rather than bear with it, kan...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay abit contradict with the title of my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;s&gt;SLAVERY&lt;/s&gt; LABOUR'S WEEKENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;back to the slave of exams....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-3463502261329828424?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/3463502261329828424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=3463502261329828424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/3463502261329828424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/3463502261329828424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2009/05/slavery-day.html' title='Slavery day...'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-7259302210364369671</id><published>2009-03-22T15:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:00:15.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenji..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyZcRzdZoI/AAAAAAAAA8U/jN-6rmvUz8A/s1600-h/DSC_1781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyZcRzdZoI/AAAAAAAAA8U/jN-6rmvUz8A/s320/DSC_1781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317793971112339074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Warning!! Full of retarded pics like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyZcRTVZJI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vs6VLGXQZiU/s1600-h/DSC_1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyZcRTVZJI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vs6VLGXQZiU/s320/DSC_1817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317793970977596562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me to describe this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyYs_TcQtI/AAAAAAAAA78/asSwKmeuVYU/s1600-h/DSC_1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyYs_TcQtI/AAAAAAAAA78/asSwKmeuVYU/s320/DSC_1752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317793158692356818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like kissing each other... and Dome's expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;ts not like I know what does it mean in Japanese literally. To my mighty brain understanding, its simply a restaurant that serve good Japanese buffet that does resembles Jogoya. The idea first came when we suggested to go clubbing at MOS or Quatro. However, someone &lt;s&gt;Faith&lt;/s&gt; is still underage and not all agree with the plan. Ernie came out a simple idea and here's where Tenji plan is originated...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyZcwFN07I/AAAAAAAAA8k/TfAx0BgLTXo/s1600-h/DSC_1775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyZcwFN07I/AAAAAAAAA8k/TfAx0BgLTXo/s320/DSC_1775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317793979239879602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We occupied 5 tables...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;apanese always has its own way. They serve it fresh. They serve it fast. We had been talking bout it since 23234 b.c. and now its time to take it to a test as we pretend as Anthorny Bourdain or Jammie Oliver or any celebrity chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took place on a Thursday night where we had unlimited leisure time. Originally, Pei Wern, Jaq and Pris wanted to go. Eventually, due to some factor/busyness/reasons there were unable to make it that night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS PHOTOS AND PHOTOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyZcs8H1PI/AAAAAAAAA8c/KXeb9wKsl0c/s1600-h/DSC_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyZcs8H1PI/AAAAAAAAA8c/KXeb9wKsl0c/s320/DSC_1681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317793978396431602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using Cj's DXLR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyZcO4GFMI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Dm4IKdX12mE/s1600-h/DSC_1811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyZcO4GFMI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Dm4IKdX12mE/s320/DSC_1811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317793970326475970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala People in Lala Lands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyYsqA9HtI/AAAAAAAAA7s/xwwl9ic1jEQ/s1600-h/DSC_1713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyYsqA9HtI/AAAAAAAAA7s/xwwl9ic1jEQ/s320/DSC_1713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317793152977673938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyYsY6h1KI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eevLUARuHrc/s1600-h/DSC_1720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyYsY6h1KI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eevLUARuHrc/s320/DSC_1720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317793148387316898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie pretending the expression on the plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyYsJjzF5I/AAAAAAAAA7c/BFI5YJLqKtE/s1600-h/DSC_1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyYsJjzF5I/AAAAAAAAA7c/BFI5YJLqKtE/s320/DSC_1675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317793144265447314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome with his selamba look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 12.00 we went back home straight with bloated stomach...&lt;br /&gt;Guess everyone was satisified...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-7259302210364369671?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/7259302210364369671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=7259302210364369671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7259302210364369671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7259302210364369671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2009/03/tenji.html' title='Tenji..'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ScyZcRzdZoI/AAAAAAAAA8U/jN-6rmvUz8A/s72-c/DSC_1781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-6396188248626555692</id><published>2009-03-08T11:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:25:47.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Land</title><content type='html'>A brief explanation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t has been roughly 2 months ago that I went to Singapore SingleLand Singaland &lt;s&gt;Kiasuland&lt;/s&gt; or whatever it is called. For the sake of blogging I'll just briefly type whatever I could recall during that period of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where shall I start??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SbNBqZYegGI/AAAAAAAAA6M/uZVXwzLNnDE/s1600-h/IMG_3132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310660582223806562" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SbNBqZYegGI/AAAAAAAAA6M/uZVXwzLNnDE/s320/IMG_3132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basketball Jersey "14" or sure die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t all started when we were informed that there will be an iCHEM sports competition held in Singapore for Chemical Engineer students. Among the universities that will participate were &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;UITM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; (all malays)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; University of Nottingham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; (our uni lor...)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; (ran away already.. I pun tak tau apa hal)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(host for the competition)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;omehow, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I managed to be selected by the basketball team even with my laggish skills&lt;/span&gt;. Without hesitating I took this opportunity to visit Singapore, test my own basketball level, enjoy with friends, &lt;s&gt;kap lui&lt;/s&gt; and etc... Everyone had a rough training hard including the basketball, frizebee (dont know how to spell), futsal and volleyball. Not to mention, DOTA was on the competition list and we did send 1 team there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;fter sitting the KTM train for 7 hours, I guess everyone was enthusiams to get off. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;As for me, all I know is good food&lt;/span&gt; that allow me and my fellow friends &lt;s&gt;slaves&lt;/s&gt; to survive this period of time. It was night time, the major shops were closed but we managed to find some food nearby our backpacker's hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SbNBqiRXZLI/AAAAAAAAA6U/qrYHjTAnJyM/s1600-h/IMG_3133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310660584609899698" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SbNBqiRXZLI/AAAAAAAAA6U/qrYHjTAnJyM/s320/IMG_3133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking on the street of Singapore... Move quickly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slaves&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SbNBq4ddCaI/AAAAAAAAA6c/5xhagA7T1Os/s1600-h/IMG_3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310660590566181282" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SbNBq4ddCaI/AAAAAAAAA6c/5xhagA7T1Os/s320/IMG_3136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyo Steph caught on act...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day&lt;br /&gt;We had a brief breakfast which was provided and some people were over excited for the competitions. Sugar rushed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SbNBrK-K84I/AAAAAAAAA6k/h5qC0TOuNAM/s1600-h/IMG_3149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310660595535246210" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SbNBrK-K84I/AAAAAAAAA6k/h5qC0TOuNAM/s320/IMG_3149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Nottyham..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hours later, we found ourselves inside NUS lair. My first impression was "BIG" where it was about 10 times the size of our miniature uni. We were then ushered with respect to our sports. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Judging by everyone's expression, most of them were like so tension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We always heard that NUS this and NTU that. They were iconic as great uni's therefore we supposed that they were superb too. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I always agree the old saying that "Don't make molehills to mountains"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SeGoPzwIU5I/AAAAAAAAA9c/b9zW7c08H04/s1600-h/IMG_3155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SeGoPzwIU5I/AAAAAAAAA9c/b9zW7c08H04/s320/IMG_3155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323721224072221586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My fellow teammates.. All macam so tension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, NTU did not turn up at the very momment. Hence they were announce disqualified. Then it was a rainy day, which means that all the outdoor games were delayed till further notice. For basketball there were 6 teams. 2 teams NUS, 2 team UITM and 2 team UNMC. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In the end it turned out UNMC team A vs UNMC team B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Why? As I mentioned earlier it was raining like cats and dogs. Therefore, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;NUS team went back due to their own commitments (wth??)&lt;/span&gt;. Then the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UITM teams dissapeared like David Copperfield did&lt;/span&gt;.. Pathetic we were..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SbNBroJFBpI/AAAAAAAAA6s/pguRa6n_r6U/s1600-h/IMG_3159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310660603365623442" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SbNBroJFBpI/AAAAAAAAA6s/pguRa6n_r6U/s320/IMG_3159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That guy below the ring like "head shot"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya.. They have indoor courts yet they did not reserve the places for us... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Steph was so fierce that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Too bad I didn't take picture of her that time. She earned her fierce reputation for all the Comitee members for hosting this event. They were all terrified I guessed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SeGoP8H4UNI/AAAAAAAAA9U/D5ediVur-3Q/s1600-h/IMG_3160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SeGoP8H4UNI/AAAAAAAAA9U/D5ediVur-3Q/s320/IMG_3160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323721226319319250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boring till dont know do what... Didnt spill any sweat at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the whole event was at its peak. Everyone taking part for the event was invited to the after party and the funny part was, even NUS ownself did not really turn up. T&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;o me, its like a clubbing night which were lack of crazy people and alcoholic&lt;/span&gt;. I was forced by one of the guest there to have a drink.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;For socialize purpose, how could I refuse no?&lt;/span&gt; Hoho.. embarasing momments occured instantly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SeGv77G347I/AAAAAAAAA90/O8AQIyTZhGo/s1600-h/IMG_3161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SeGv77G347I/AAAAAAAAA90/O8AQIyTZhGo/s320/IMG_3161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323729678542300082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The after party...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SeGvlTaW1MI/AAAAAAAAA9s/22QlSCD9pWA/s1600-h/n861210719_6121728_160636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SeGvlTaW1MI/AAAAAAAAA9s/22QlSCD9pWA/s320/n861210719_6121728_160636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323729289929479362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and my teamates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-6396188248626555692?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/6396188248626555692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=6396188248626555692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/6396188248626555692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/6396188248626555692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2009/03/single-land.html' title='Single Land'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SbNBqZYegGI/AAAAAAAAA6M/uZVXwzLNnDE/s72-c/IMG_3132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-5017782096573220079</id><published>2009-01-27T13:54:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:13:15.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past and Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;omehow I found out my blog is full of dust and spider webs. Yes yes, I have been neglected it for quite a while due to some hecticness in my life. And it's my duty to clean it back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's so hectic in my past 30 days and so? Basically the entire population of Nottingham was overwhelm by the dreadful exam on 8th of January. Not to mention, it was just 1 day after my official birthday. Yes Exams were really pain in the ass, however it had finished in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allow me to elaborate with some pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SYKETnc4tkI/AAAAAAAAA3k/VTvCZpiJ_oU/s1600-h/n724006263_1971760_8413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296941584283645506" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SYKETnc4tkI/AAAAAAAAA3k/VTvCZpiJ_oU/s320/n724006263_1971760_8413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying with MP3 pluck on the ears are common ritual to her. At times she would spit out a few lyrics in a funny way. Exams have always been 'taking candies from a baby' to her. Not to mention, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;her notes and workings has always been my Holy Bible to refer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SYKET9mi_xI/AAAAAAAAA30/5HSlbF7t2Ic/s1600-h/n724006263_1971877_121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296941590229745426" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SYKET9mi_xI/AAAAAAAAA30/5HSlbF7t2Ic/s320/n724006263_1971877_121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Same goes to this picture. Look at her concentration and expression. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her brain must be tonnes of those symbol on her shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well not everyone is having hard time here. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This guy below is just taking his break promoting Tiger biscuit recommend by Wy Hoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Instead of taking kitkat for break, why not take a better, cheaper and stronger Tiger? Well, I admit its a nice biscuit to bite especially when you are hungry and in cold environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SYKET1yl3SI/AAAAAAAAA3s/cr8WK1FnCEI/s1600-h/n724006263_1971878_677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296941588132781346" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SYKET1yl3SI/AAAAAAAAA3s/cr8WK1FnCEI/s320/n724006263_1971878_677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I look retarded here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a break, take a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kitkat&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tiger... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Rawrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Tiger beats kitty cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;es, there's no point for further elaboration. What's more important is the present time correct? Ahhhhh.... yes Chinese New Year could be superb fun or it could be superbly boring also. As for me, I'm half half kind. So how should I enjoy my Chinese New Year??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend  told me that the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;best thing about CNY is to shopping for new clothes without parents whinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Very true and I experiment it few times. However, I don't find the joy within shopping so it's out of my list. I'm just the window shopping type while the girl below.... lets just say I gave sufficient comments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SYKsaoMzRgI/AAAAAAAAA4E/y82QpXG2qME/s1600-h/IMG_2890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SYKsaoMzRgI/AAAAAAAAA4E/y82QpXG2qME/s320/IMG_2890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296985685208811010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saw the the water pipe? She's probabbly washing hands there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;part from that, Chinese New Year enables you to balik kampung. As for me, I don't get to go anywhere like most of my friends. My house is where the celebration is held most of the time. Therefore, I get to online a lot. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Chatting with friends to pat each other's shoulder as we share the same fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gift.org.sg/cards_cny/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 432px;" src="http://www.gift.org.sg/cards_cny/cow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The year of Cow/Ox/Bull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;very year is no exception. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had receive lots of complain about how fat they feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. How unproductive they are and I'm just one of them. Commonly our butt will be sticking on the chair, sofa or any object it can land on. Then menu starts with Reunion dinners as I had lots of calories intake there. Eating less during the festive season is forbidden because it's like you don't give face to them. What's more the food are luxurious and mouth watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily ever after?? No!! You still need to consume lots of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;home made cookies, chocolates, yuk gon, shandy, soft drink and etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Imagine doing that for 3 or 4 days. Soon, all the unused calories will be turned to lipids and that's where you get all the spare tire, elephant legs and flabby arms. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad to say that we don't get to exercise that often while sitting on sofa, chair or car seats&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like what my friend told me. Chinese New Year is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FAT instead of FATT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Btw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I write about hectic is a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm simply lazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-5017782096573220079?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/5017782096573220079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=5017782096573220079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/5017782096573220079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/5017782096573220079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2009/01/past-and-present.html' title='Past and Present'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SYKETnc4tkI/AAAAAAAAA3k/VTvCZpiJ_oU/s72-c/n724006263_1971760_8413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-2454982034400518618</id><published>2008-12-29T10:40:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:34:35.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic events....</title><content type='html'>If I were to summarize the whole week with one word, it would be 'Hectic'. Below are the events that made me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;hectic and headache&lt;/span&gt;, and my exams are drawing near....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kit Yee's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;2. Melaka Trip&lt;br /&gt;3. Christmas Party&lt;br /&gt;4. ?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit Yee's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date :&lt;/span&gt; 18th December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venue :&lt;/span&gt; Itallianese ,Sunway Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peoples :&lt;/span&gt; Kit&lt;s&gt;ty&lt;/s&gt; Yee, Ernest, Amanda, Sook Peng, Calvin, Jeleine, Wei Lip, Kar Leong, Kar Mun and 2 other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVpUayurc7I/AAAAAAAAA2k/e4RvqHzYw84/s1600-h/RIMG0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVpUayurc7I/AAAAAAAAA2k/e4RvqHzYw84/s320/RIMG0770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285629931943588786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was informed by Kar Mun that we were going to attend Kit Yee's &lt;s&gt;wedding&lt;/s&gt; birthday celebration. The next thing I know, the majority decided to go Sunway to had dinner because it would be quite convenient if they would want to go clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVpUadbybII/AAAAAAAAA2U/Mnfc5hLY5_o/s1600-h/RIMG0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVpUadbybII/AAAAAAAAA2U/Mnfc5hLY5_o/s320/RIMG0776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285629926227209346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVpRtSkK0aI/AAAAAAAAA2E/3lFCsSCzPhY/s1600-h/RIMG0760+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVpRtSkK0aI/AAAAAAAAA2E/3lFCsSCzPhY/s320/RIMG0760+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285626951192203682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Apple Girls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVpRtxbgcGI/AAAAAAAAA2M/_sm0Rzy7rO4/s1600-h/RIMG0754+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVpRtxbgcGI/AAAAAAAAA2M/_sm0Rzy7rO4/s320/RIMG0754+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285626959477370978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scandalous Picture. Coincidence to wear the same pattern of shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the problem for Cinderella. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cinderella was supposed to leave before 12.00am and so do Kar Mun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The reason behind was, her parents will be waiting her before sleep and she did not want her parent's to worry too much. Therefore I respect her decision and bear the responsibility to send her home safely. At another perspective, it was kinda Potong Steam when Kar Mun need to leave early as the rest were still inside MOS with Kit Yee. Hope that they understand and they don't mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Melaka Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date :&lt;/span&gt; 21 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venue :&lt;/span&gt; Melaka, Jonker Street, Melaka Zoo, Muzeums, Botanical Garden and McD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monkeys :&lt;/span&gt; Calvin, Hui Hui (driver), Jeleine, Kar Leong, Kar Mun and Ben (tour guide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a one day trip which consist 5 people. Hui hui, Calvin, Jeleine, Kar Mun and me. Our brain was filled with the tender chicken rice balls, thick and rich taste of cendols and also satay celup. Not to mention, we also had McD in Melaka. Perhaps the McD there taste better??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVnqdOmm6hI/AAAAAAAAA08/a_OgWcqi6Ng/s1600-h/IMG_0522+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285513425553123858" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVnqdOmm6hI/AAAAAAAAA08/a_OgWcqi6Ng/s200/IMG_0522+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVnth63exkI/AAAAAAAAA10/-VF090Fn6Ck/s1600-h/IMG_2501+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285516804689413698" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVnth63exkI/AAAAAAAAA10/-VF090Fn6Ck/s200/IMG_2501+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from eating, chewing, slicing, mixed it with our saliva and swallow it, we didn't missed out visiting Melaka areas. Somehow, Jeleine was very exited to visit the Melaka Zoo. Think about it, she was right. We were all very young the last time we visited a zoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVpRtTpuoOI/AAAAAAAAA18/kMYML55e1bU/s1600-h/IMG_0604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVpRtTpuoOI/AAAAAAAAA18/kMYML55e1bU/s320/IMG_0604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285626951483957474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The monkeys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVpoARhYOBI/AAAAAAAAA28/8Sml3kwhOJo/s1600-h/IMG_0557+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVpoARhYOBI/AAAAAAAAA28/8Sml3kwhOJo/s320/IMG_0557+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285651466585389074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scandalous Picture 2.... Prison of love??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Approximately 7.00pm. Once we finished our Satay Celup we bid farewell to Ben, our beloved tour guide. We journey back to KL. Everyone was tired but it was fun.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Christmas Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date :&lt;/span&gt; 24 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venue :&lt;/span&gt; Kar Mun's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People :&lt;/span&gt; Kar Mun, Kar Leong, Hui Hui, Wan Yuan and Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, my Christmas celebration was very dull. I did not really celebrate it in the appropriate way because to me it's just another day. However this year, it become more meaningful than the previous year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I would be confronting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;father and mother in law&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Kar Mun's father and mother&lt;/span&gt;. First impression is very important!! All I can say I tidy up myself and just be very natural. One of her cousin was shouting when I arrived "Who is Kar Leong ahh??". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone's eye started to pierce me. Instantly, I was famous at that short moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some BBQ chicken wings, fried mee hoon and orange juice. Not long later, Wan Yuan and her Boyfriend appeared. Then we had present exchange session inside with a big fat Santa hosting it. The funny thing was my exchange present ended up to Kar Mun while I still have a personal Christmas present to her. In other words, she received 2 gift from me. So what's the mysterious present??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVpUarIDMdI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YKER1681MM8/s1600-h/P1010012+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVpUarIDMdI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YKER1681MM8/s320/P1010012+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285629929902518738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Santa Claus is this girl, she knows what I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVpUbKfVa0I/AAAAAAAAA2s/recuBd-sLoI/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SVpUbKfVa0I/AAAAAAAAA2s/recuBd-sLoI/s320/DSC00388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285629938321681218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing with the new formal outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 12.00am, everyone left including Wan Yuan and her bf. Therefore, I took the opportunity to bid farewell to Kar Mun and her old folks. Lastly, I bid farewell to my driver Hui Hui. Frankly speaking, I did enjoy the celebration as it was something new to me. Looking forward for next year's celebration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for Kar Mun's picture to post here. 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They are nothing but a bunch of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;devilish monster which massacre our beloved brain cells&lt;/span&gt;. Causing high damage to ourself physically and mentally. Yes, same goes to assignments which last for 2 weeks I had been busy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 Fluid Mechanics Report&lt;br /&gt;1 Industrial Visit Report (dead)&lt;br /&gt;1 Mathes Test&lt;br /&gt;1 PEF coursework&lt;br /&gt;1 Oral Presentation (dead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after those assignments, it would also decrease my moral. Thus again, it increase my stress level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 3 ways to Destress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does not apply to everyone but at least it applies to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Accompany by friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Nottingham Friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SUToWlseigI/AAAAAAAAAzs/-DmM-mVblv8/s1600-h/n724006263_1689057_2679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SUToWlseigI/AAAAAAAAAzs/-DmM-mVblv8/s320/n724006263_1689057_2679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279600137958492674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from family, most of the time we will be hanging out with friends. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;They are our second family I would say&lt;/span&gt;. For starters, Broga Hill had been circulating among our friends. Its considered a low cost outing but a fun experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As early as&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6.50am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we were schedule to reach the bottom hill. Everyone was motivated reaching the top in order to watch sunrise. But it was too late. Somehow the eye of heaven seems to shine brightly, that is when we started to take pictures and video.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; The trails were quite narrow and slippery at times. It could go steep at times&lt;/span&gt; but everyone safely reached the peak after &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;40 minutes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Breeze air and beautiful scenery just instantly healed our fatigue. We even had birds eye view to the area surrounding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Wei Mein and Bolwin were not contented. They wanted something more then just scenery. Therefore they proceed the trail to another peak. Nick names were given to them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SUSHAIb4KcI/AAAAAAAAAzk/50mRRiZtAeM/s1600-h/IMG_2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279493099519224258" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SUSHAIb4KcI/AAAAAAAAAzk/50mRRiZtAeM/s320/IMG_2402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look carefully as you can see the trail that leads to Mount Doom. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smeagol!!! BITE OF FRODO's FINGER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the story were twisted a bit. Smeagol did not fall into the Mount Doom volcano. Frodo's finger were not detached. Instead they both came back after &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;45 minutes&lt;/span&gt;. The next thing we know was Frodo's knee was injured. I bet it was Smeagol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SUTs9nQ1ttI/AAAAAAAAAz8/aXRnZQKFHOc/s1600-h/n724006263_1715232_1095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SUTs9nQ1ttI/AAAAAAAAAz8/aXRnZQKFHOc/s320/n724006263_1715232_1095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279605206440851154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Of the Ling. From left to right Smeagol and Frodo. A very romantic picture of them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything ended by 9.00am. Take our time to bath and clean up before having breakfast in KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat and sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SUTs9_xHmlI/AAAAAAAAA0E/yEs4G0DUt4E/s1600-h/n724006263_1715259_3421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SUTs9_xHmlI/AAAAAAAAA0E/yEs4G0DUt4E/s320/n724006263_1715259_3421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279605213018692178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's stone look. Oh...did I mention? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We all did not sleep the day before climbing the hill.&lt;/span&gt; As for me, I did not sleep well for the whole 2 weeks. We were in KFC outlets at that time. Then we even went to Baskin Robbins to celebrate CK's birthday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I think eating is linearly proportional to my stress level. T&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;he more stress I have, the more I will eat&lt;/span&gt;. As an example, I am to decide either choose 5 pieces of chicken or 2 Zinger burger. Without thinking twice I would choose the 5 pieces of chicken if my stress level is high enough. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;For this two weeks of stress, I have ate 3 or 4 times in KFC.&lt;/span&gt; Next, sleeping is also essential. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I slept more than 12hours &lt;/span&gt;after all my assignments were settle. My bed seems to have a mighty gravitational force as if I could not pull myself out from the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. With someone special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it really helps.....Don't be mistaken that it only applies to bf-gf relationship. It could be mother, father, lecturer, soul mate or even a dog. But for me it would be her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SUUn_tzzeII/AAAAAAAAA0U/K8EBKso9cN8/s1600-h/IMG_2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SUUn_tzzeII/AAAAAAAAA0U/K8EBKso9cN8/s320/IMG_2349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279670113743894658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a burger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SUUn-xpD1_I/AAAAAAAAA0M/-ii2OaxM40c/s1600-h/IMG_2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SUUn-xpD1_I/AAAAAAAAA0M/-ii2OaxM40c/s320/IMG_2346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279670097592702962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually a type of biscuit bought from Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-8453468446875493980?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/8453468446875493980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=8453468446875493980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8453468446875493980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8453468446875493980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/12/stress-and-destress.html' title='Stress and destress....'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SUToWlseigI/AAAAAAAAAzs/-DmM-mVblv8/s72-c/n724006263_1689057_2679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-3404194439816323143</id><published>2008-11-21T00:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:59:25.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>James Yawn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its been quite a while since I updated my blog. Thanks to Gary Foo, I  hijack his internet line and able to write some stuff that I would like to  share. To be honest, there has been some incident happened to me for the past  few days. Perhaps I'll make it like a story style...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|Kleong | HP: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;650/1000&lt;/span&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|Status: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|Item:  wallet, handphone and keys|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was a dark sacred night.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;James  Yawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and his housemates just finished some basketball  matches and planed to dine together. But where? Instantaneously, James suggest  to go for KFC due to the remaining coupons he had and how he wanted to eat  Zinger burger. Everyone nodded as a sign of agree except for the Zinger burger  part. Everyone was in the la-lalalala and hungry mood as the time goes on. When  everyone was ready, James Yawn was assign to drive with his brand new BMW 7  series. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As the stylish BMW approached KFC, James started to find some parking slots.  Not long, he found an empty one just beside his dear friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Madam Kuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. As he were trying to park just  next to Madam Kuan's Full-Lari Ferrari,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;James's BMW accidentally kissed  the Ferrari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Madam Kuan was not around at that moment and  James Yawn's comrades were still very calm at that moment. The BMW was still not  in position to park the car. So what should James Yawn do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|Kleong | HP: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;200/1000&lt;/span&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|Status: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Hungry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Very Shock!! very  Guilty!!&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;| Item: coupon, wallet, handphone and keys|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;a. Park the car and deal with the crowd first.&lt;br /&gt;b. Get off the car. Eat  and calm down first. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(+200HP&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;c. Park the car and  find Madam Kuan (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;status = less guilty&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;d. Yell  like hell, jump here and there then drive away the BMW &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(-1oo  HP&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eventually,&lt;strong&gt; James Yawn choose C'&lt;/strong&gt;. In panic, James Yawn was  able to park his car properly. As soon as he got off from his car, the public  goes wild. James Yawn planned to deal the crowd later and find Madam Kuan first  to apologize. Not long after, he finally found the ferrari owner, explained  and told how sorry he was. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madam Kuan's  petite eye seems to open very widely as though she couldn't believe  it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. On the other stage, James's comrades were dealling with the  public and able to tame them down. Soon, Madam Kuan accepted the incident but  mad of what happen. James Yawn, his fellow comrades and Madam Kuan enter the KFC  outlet. Ordered food and used the coupons. The world suddenly stop spinning by 5  seconds for James to think....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;|Kleong | HP: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;200/1000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|Status: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hungry, shock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;very  Guilty!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;|Item: wallet, handphone and keys|&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;a. Eat the  KFC and act nothing had happen. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;+ 250HP&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;+25% guilty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;-hungry&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;b. Emo,  say sorry, emo and eat (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;- 50HP&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-30% guilty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;status =  dumb&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;c. Say sorry, laugh and eat ( &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;+50HP&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;-10% guilty&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;d. Treat everyone with KFC meal (  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-30% guilty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;status =  broke&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, &lt;strong&gt;James Yawn choose B&lt;/strong&gt;. He found himself very guilty  at that moment. So he emo-ed, emo-ed, emo-ed and emo-ed. He threw plenty of  sorry to Madam Kuan. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;He even sang "I'm sorry,  I can't beee perfecctttt......" from simple plan. However, Madam Kuan seems to  reply with another song "It's tooo latteee to Apologizzeee.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Everyone was eating and so do James. Everyone was chatting but not James. James  felt guilty not because he knock on some car. It's because he knock on Madam  Kuan's car, a good friend indeed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Perhaps, he was worried he  could never taste her famous Nasi Lemak and Nasi Bonjori&lt;/span&gt;. In the end,  Madam Kuan accepted his sincere apology and gave James a typical biscuit. James  was confused after accepted the biscuit. Soon, everyone went back and James was  still blaming on himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;2 days later, another outing occured. Organized by one of James  most trusted comrade &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;CK also known as Calvin  Kind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Calvin Kind was kind enough to take the lead by organizing  the outing, planning the activities and create humourous atmosphere. After all,  relaxation is a must with so many weeks of battle between pen and papers in  Notty Ham. Soon, James Yawn found himself together with the same gang in Mud  Valley. They took their time to stroll around the shopping complex and out of a  sudden Madam Kuan showed some interest to a cute little doll. However, James  original idea was to treat her with delicious Carl's Senior Burger.....James was  in dilema again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;|Kleong | HP: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;750/1000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;| Status: window  shopping ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;not that guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;|Item: tickets  ,wallet, handphone and keys|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;a. Treat her Carl's Senior Burger (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;-30% guilty&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;30% bankrupt&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;b. Buy the doll that she show interest for her (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;-30%  guilty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;30% bankrupt&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;c. Don't do anything  and pretend nothing happen ( &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;+10%guilty&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;d. Ask  her to buy him the doll (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;+20% guilty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Item = +a cute doll&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking for so long, he  finally &lt;strong&gt;decided to choose B'&lt;/strong&gt;. James Yawn thought of that due to  several reasons. Since the scratch on the Ferrari is unerasable unless with  painting, why not buy a doll which last longer than a burger? James Yawn was  also considerate that if she did the spraying, that will be almost equal to the  price of the doll but not the meal. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Therefore, after the meal in Carl's Senior, he sneak outside like  a rat and bought the doll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Using the cheapest material he could  ever found to write the 'sorry' message. Subsequently, James Yawn delivered the  doll to Madam Kuan with the cheap material inside. Everything went smoothly that  day. However, it would be a lesson that James Yawn should sew into his  brain.... &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....Part of this is just fiction, but the basic stories are there. Now  just waiting pictures so that I could post it in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;may continue.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-3404194439816323143?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/3404194439816323143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=3404194439816323143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/3404194439816323143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/3404194439816323143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/11/bim-bam-boom.html' title='James Yawn...'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-8801173672311853572</id><published>2008-10-25T10:45:00.052+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:57:55.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbeque and Steamboat</title><content type='html'>Sorry for delay this for tomorrow tomorrow and tomorrow&lt;s&gt;....creeps from the petty pace from day to day.&lt;/s&gt; =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Notty Ham: Episode II Attack of the &lt;s&gt;Clone&lt;/s&gt; dogs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQNnGjH0MCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/dUzwObL0BFY/s1600-h/DSC02007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261162151903768610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQNnGjH0MCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/dUzwObL0BFY/s320/DSC02007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In UNMC, studying is very important. But as the saying goes&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; "all work no play make jack a dull boy" or in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQlmbbl3NcI/AAAAAAAAAg4/tBlB1C1FFPQ/s1600-h/DSC02001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262850261008201154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQlmbbl3NcI/AAAAAAAAAg4/tBlB1C1FFPQ/s200/DSC02001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;version it would be "all work no play makes James a dumb boy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So lets not leave any fun part or else I would be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting so many groups of friends, I would say the house mate groups are the most entertained. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;0% are funny, 30% are idiotic and 60% are wacky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Leaving me the only one normal. Playing the role of spy James Bond, I was trying to survive in the sea of retardness. Slowly turning to one of them.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwJfqyTqtI/AAAAAAAAAhI/jTZVoFlDLQ4/s1600-h/DSCF2289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263592504155155154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwJfqyTqtI/AAAAAAAAAhI/jTZVoFlDLQ4/s200/DSCF2289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I successfully infiltrated into their gathering with the help of agent 005 and agent 006. At that moment, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;there were quite a number of threatening fresh faces that caught my attention. Thanks to Jacqueline, we were able to secure ourself by melting the ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Introduced each other and soon capable to hee-hee-haa-haa with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no comment on the foods. When I mention no comment means that the food were not much to argue about. Like always, the dishes were chicken wings, hot dogs, corns, sweet potatoes, nasi lemak, fish balls, and etc. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Some were busy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQP0v8ydoJI/AAAAAAAAAgY/z5BlWI4lyNw/s1600-h/DSC01991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261317894307684498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQP0v8ydoJI/AAAAAAAAAgY/z5BlWI4lyNw/s200/DSC01991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;blowing water, some were busy with their "special friends" but for me chicken wings were all my friends =)&lt;/span&gt;. Frankly speaking, I enjoy the fragrance of roasting those chicken but not to consume. Why? Cause I was devilish that day. I roasted "my friends" until it changes color from white to blackish brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Agent 006 putting Melamine into the hot dogs. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Look at the smile of his face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random Pics. The Aftermath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQP0vSSbMsI/AAAAAAAAAgI/mLxUzkaY8yk/s1600-h/DSC01988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261317882899018434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQP0vSSbMsI/AAAAAAAAAgI/mLxUzkaY8yk/s200/DSC01988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwK2LQOuFI/AAAAAAAAAho/OMyJ_P7TaOg/s1600-h/DSCF2304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263593990339344466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwK2LQOuFI/AAAAAAAAAho/OMyJ_P7TaOg/s200/DSCF2304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwJgHtQEmI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/94ocm62bnFc/s1600-h/DSCF2295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263592511918576226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwJgHtQEmI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/94ocm62bnFc/s200/DSCF2295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwJhQAbLKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/obieRSr-0nw/s1600-h/DSCF2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263592531326348450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwJhQAbLKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/obieRSr-0nw/s200/DSCF2301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwJgtAO2JI/AAAAAAAAAhY/xlzvb-vsOu4/s1600-h/DSCF2302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263592521930299538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwJgtAO2JI/AAAAAAAAAhY/xlzvb-vsOu4/s200/DSCF2302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the end, some went back home because it was too late. While some thought that the night was still young. In fact, the night were never old for them. Some were playing card games while some were dota frenzy including me. I guess everyone enjoyed before they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Notty Ham: Episode III The revenge of &lt;s&gt;the Sith&lt;/s&gt; Wai Hoong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwOxEuefKI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0Gl9SjaxaNU/s1600-h/IMG_0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263598300734323874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwOxEuefKI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0Gl9SjaxaNU/s320/IMG_0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we found that it was not enough. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;We were obsessed with blowing water, meeting new friends, playing with food and punching each other&lt;/span&gt;. Therefore we planned another gathering and this time it's steamboat. Yes yes, this time more pics and less typing.....I'm getting lazier day by day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwa6u6qW7I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ojBdYoeiIs/s1600-h/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263611660818078642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwa6u6qW7I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ojBdYoeiIs/s200/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwc9ACiePI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/1VpF6eU5LTM/s1600-h/DSC_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263613898797512946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwc9ACiePI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/1VpF6eU5LTM/s200/DSC_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was helping out at this moment. Even we had nothing to do, we would just ask around if we could chop our hand and lend to anyone needed. Yes, this is what we call teamwork! And Valla, our dinner is served!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, Gary couldn't make it to our steamboat that day. He told that he would reach home about 9pm. Then told us that he would reach by 10. But seems that, he kept on delaying when he would be back. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;From what I was told, he went out to Mid Valley with a rumored girl called "San San"&lt;/span&gt;. After a brief discussion, we sentence &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Gary for a little of punishment and so we planed to give him a little cold bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwUyyzKKWI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/GiIOhIFqDX8/s1600-h/IMG_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263604927351630178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwUyyzKKWI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/GiIOhIFqDX8/s200/IMG_0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwUyNSYwyI/AAAAAAAAAiI/QBYBYGNG46I/s1600-h/IMG_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263604917282063138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwUyNSYwyI/AAAAAAAAAiI/QBYBYGNG46I/s200/IMG_0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was waiting inside Wei Mein's Room. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;On the other hand, Wei Mein felt pissed off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the picture). Everything was set that time. As soon as Gary was in our radar, we alerted everyone to welcome him. With haste, Alice the "Robber" rob Gary's handphone so that his phone wouldn't bath with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwUxl5cR4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/osm_1GgFVpo/s1600-h/IMG_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263604906708453250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwUxl5cR4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/osm_1GgFVpo/s200/IMG_0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwUzcmN78I/AAAAAAAAAiY/B-J8pJkAqkI/s1600-h/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263604938571640770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwUzcmN78I/AAAAAAAAAiY/B-J8pJkAqkI/s200/DSC_0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we were considerate enough to leave some tasty food to Gary. Enjoying his own pot of steamboat. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;So the moral of the story is "even you get punish by us you still get good food from us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Random Pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwtuElpKLI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JgljYAvMIy8/s1600-h/DSC02053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263632334018128050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwtuElpKLI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JgljYAvMIy8/s200/DSC02053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwtt81AP8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/DFptm4wsZqA/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263632331935072194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwtt81AP8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/DFptm4wsZqA/s200/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwtthf5ysI/AAAAAAAAAlA/a99srMa3H0U/s1600-h/DSC02052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263632324598811330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwtthf5ysI/AAAAAAAAAlA/a99srMa3H0U/s200/DSC02052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwtuoT5BmI/AAAAAAAAAlY/TdLSSwKoJCA/s1600-h/DSC02055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263632343607346786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwtuoT5BmI/AAAAAAAAAlY/TdLSSwKoJCA/s200/DSC02055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwUzw1wxqI/AAAAAAAAAig/qNCnQVmr1bo/s1600-h/DSC_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263604944005547682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwUzw1wxqI/AAAAAAAAAig/qNCnQVmr1bo/s200/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwa74kD-TI/AAAAAAAAAjI/AgnkhKhGG3E/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263611680587512114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwa74kD-TI/AAAAAAAAAjI/AgnkhKhGG3E/s200/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwa6EyTwMI/AAAAAAAAAio/q0aWcvT2LPY/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263611649508753602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwa6EyTwMI/AAAAAAAAAio/q0aWcvT2LPY/s200/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwtvOqo-uI/AAAAAAAAAlg/osguOewoOdk/s1600-h/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263632353903311586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwtvOqo-uI/AAAAAAAAAlg/osguOewoOdk/s200/DSC_0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwuZc75Q6I/AAAAAAAAAlo/Q8CyPSq1bMQ/s1600-h/IMG_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263633079288284066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQwuZc75Q6I/AAAAAAAAAlo/Q8CyPSq1bMQ/s200/IMG_0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Faith if you see this......thanks for posing in dreams =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be continue......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-8801173672311853572?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/8801173672311853572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=8801173672311853572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8801173672311853572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8801173672311853572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/10/barbeque-and-steamboat.html' title='Barbeque and Steamboat'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQNnGjH0MCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/dUzwObL0BFY/s72-c/DSC02007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-934051878612522069</id><published>2008-10-01T19:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:29:16.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sungai GaBai</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard of Sungai Gabai? Well for me, I never heard of it before. Its an all guy outing so if you have Gay-Phobia Please do not proceed... I was the main photographer to suggest all the pose and capture it thanks to Yan Zheng's 3mp camphone. So you wouldn't see me gay-ing much with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we reach there, Chris and I had nature's call. Everyone pointed to the same place and we had no choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252155674649344562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONnwkyGujI/AAAAAAAAAcg/suy3DZwnklI/s320/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notty we were. While pee-ing Chris ask "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why your's so big one!!? WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". The next thing I know, everyone was cincai throwing their clothes and soak in the cool water not to remember what we did to the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252155680888288018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONnw8BlcxI/AAAAAAAAAco/X2zxOeldMMA/s320/DSC00702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Plenty of waterfall, crystal clear water, diversity of flora and fauna. Its sort of the ideal destination for urban people like us would like to enjoy. It's even better if there were girls. After all we are still boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252157040804131410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONpAGGyclI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5ezn9IaYU6U/s320/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ready! Get set! Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252171879806637106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SON2f1srlDI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Mom3riSi3oY/s320/DSC00745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It turns up Yan Zheng's spec disapeared. We had a treasure hunting session to find the respective spec. With 11 boys hunting for the same thing, you know it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;imposible to be imposible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Posing Pics are really gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252157026436629490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONo_QlTw_I/AAAAAAAAAdI/cPoNwEeZc2I/s320/DSC00740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Cool Male pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; P.S. (Soham Yih Tat wanna be torn among the rose!! you are not suppose to smile in this pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252157028798294786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONo_ZYX6wI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/1ZR3Bvyaq8c/s320/DSC00741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There was QQ Male Pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Who says only female can be cute? Boys can too!! Hoi Jason, remove your hands from your Lapangan Terbang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252157038349242450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONo_89f0FI/AAAAAAAAAdY/xLOx0mod6Wc/s320/DSC00742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Macho Male Pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I couldn't stop laughing every time I look at this pic. The front friends macam "ya" saja but the back not yet ready. Sorry ya, no power edi the phone. Must take picture fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252162880448598546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONuUAehkhI/AAAAAAAAAd4/oEX1bzgyhEs/s320/DSC00737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pose suggested by everyone from Bleach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This time Andy became torn among the rose pulak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252166900965586898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONx-CEeN9I/AAAAAAAAAew/Q9_q3lIxJV8/s320/DSC00743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Outa-Man Pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Notice some aren't here to pose? Thats because they aren't Outa-Man lor.  After for posing for so much, we proceed to utilize the waterfall again. Its like slide there and the feeling is amazingly fun even for young adult like us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252162886596220658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONuUXYO1vI/AAAAAAAAAeA/r2eq-YVnqtk/s320/DSC00761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Andrew!! Why?? Why you let go of Yan Zheng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252157040101465746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONpADfQnpI/AAAAAAAAAdg/nMDI43RobpQ/s320/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for BETRAYING HENG DAI!!! We belanja you minum air sungai lar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252155687922643634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONnxWOtMrI/AAAAAAAAAc4/2qClyy1Kd_E/s320/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Beng yelled "Jom Mati bersama-sama Andrew!!!" Andrew yelled back "I have 1 life more than cats, I dont care!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252166895370748514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONx9tOjwmI/AAAAAAAAAeo/W4SwdRMa4rw/s320/DSC00760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besto friends helping each other out! Yih tat exclaimed "I'll get back you to the top!! Then I'll throw you down back in no time!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252171872347433810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SON2fZ6RK1I/AAAAAAAAAfA/RiVMyzYfINs/s320/DSC00765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Poor Andrew being thrown down over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252162892648523298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONuUt7NpiI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ypLmhyj2fgM/s320/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ready for our roller coaster ride. Everyone seems retarded here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252162900815038706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONuVMWQyPI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ZS3SFfCKthY/s320/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Roller Coaster Ride down the water fall. Understand what I mean now by utilising it as a slide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252166912228157170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONx-sBrZvI/AAAAAAAAAe4/pUTKkjeEuuY/s320/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Making human ladder. Its human VS nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252166884869165810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONx9GGyUvI/AAAAAAAAAeg/DkpGGx0qqJ4/s320/DSC00755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chia Chun aka Gemuk our main organizer and joker of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time pass in just a blink of an eye. Although there are no girls, although its all boys, although it is gay its still fun being together. Pulling each other, playing WWF, Sliding down the water fall, pretending to pee-ing at nature and throwing Andrew down the waterfall just feels best when everyone is together in a place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252166879355600786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONx8xkP_5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/55ThJAc2mlQ/s320/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End of our trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. Sorry ya cuz I couldn't manage to meet up with you this particular day and Happy Birthday to Jeleine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;May Continue...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-934051878612522069?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/934051878612522069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=934051878612522069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/934051878612522069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/934051878612522069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/10/sungai-gabai.html' title='Sungai GaBai'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SONnwkyGujI/AAAAAAAAAcg/suy3DZwnklI/s72-c/DSC00681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-8669971369116518831</id><published>2008-09-17T11:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:34:51.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>University Notty Ham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SOIiXis76OI/AAAAAAAAAcA/d-p6z40fvOM/s1600-h/800px-Nottinghamunimalaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251797903315036386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SOIiXis76OI/AAAAAAAAAcA/d-p6z40fvOM/s320/800px-Nottinghamunimalaysia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allow me to brief you for a sec, I've been recently hired by University Nottingham Malaysian Campus a.k.a. UNMC as a full time student. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Current persuading my degree studies in Chemical Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, many have asked "I thought you going to study Veterinary?", "Chemical Engineering no good lar why choose that?" and even " What is Chemical Engineering?" Oh well, lets have a look of my current mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251797901716944818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SOIiXcv697I/AAAAAAAAAbo/a40D76UJCwk/s320/Photo-3520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Living room that is quite equip. Feels so empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251797901196933570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SOIiXaz8OcI/AAAAAAAAAb4/QRlgXHaV5Aw/s320/Photo-3518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kitchen and its empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251797899500120178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SOIiXUfY6HI/AAAAAAAAAbw/en9luFYLVx0/s320/Photo-3521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally my room and its quite empty also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I'm living under 1 roof with 11 strangers. Somehow the world was small enough for me to come across Thang Wei Mein. An ex-smkpi who turn to betray us and left to SAB. Well, he wasn't as bad as I thought. Simplified speaking, he is living under 1 roof with me and studying the same course as I am. While the other 11 strangers, we get to know each other as time goes by. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The pros is I have 3 Chemical Engineer seniors here and I was like "Wahahahaha". The cons is I seldom find them around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do I need to describe about lectures? I bet you guys know more than I do. Its long, boring, sleepy and tiring. I had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a Lecturer who looks like Andrew Yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Another lecturer who is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a Russian which I hardly understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what he is trying to tell us. Worse was our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Math lecturer who talk faster than bullet train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess I will get used to this when time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been quite an eventful week. Ice Breaking session which was rather meaningless to me. I've decided to give it a try since some friends were there too. However it turn up to be a boring night for me. There are various games in order for us get to know each other but our group seems to be so left out. On the other hand, Wei Mein got all the hot girls group and its was so unfair. It turn out that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got to dance with a petite Indian girl while he dance with hot girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a bbq night.&lt;br /&gt;Pay RM10 &gt; get a piece of chicken drumstik&gt; 1 gulp of grape juice&gt; a roasted potato&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251791660080950546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SOIcsI177RI/AAAAAAAAAbA/AABAj8WL7BA/s320/Photo-3530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how it looks like when we arrive. Seems to be promising us with plenty of mouth watering food. After all its barbeque ma. The bad news was there are only 2 bbq stove for over 300 guest. The good news was we got to know a bunch of friends who stay next door. We share something in common&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251791664873609666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SOIcsasmGcI/AAAAAAAAAbI/EXarKyL1hk8/s320/Photo-3528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm, this is freaking retard but we had nothing to do but to just fool around. While waiting the food we were insanely hungry and couldn't be any conscious. We decided to &lt;s&gt;steal&lt;/s&gt; take those raw Chicken and hot dogs for tapau. Then bring it to cook in a nearby restaurant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251791666750941234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SOIcshsL6DI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3HAhfJX0wKI/s320/Photo-3533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbq chicken was never as instant as fried chickens. There are just as tasty as the barbequed once. No matter how much we took, I still felt that we had been con. Argh....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251791668668855762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SOIcso1c9dI/AAAAAAAAAbg/yZhfiS4qbls/s320/Photo-3532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Gotei 11&lt;/s&gt;. I mean this is the gang I mention earlier. They live next door and agreed our devilish plan to grab and run. Yes, even Roti Kosong is delicious with the hunger. Macha Roti kosong satu!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251800709903907218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SOIk66D3eZI/AAAAAAAAAcY/VwRXjR8uxj4/s320/DSC01982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Studying in Dinning room. Very Cham because we occupy the living room already. Sorry ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251800691401659938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SOIk51IlliI/AAAAAAAAAcI/j0ib8EQBl64/s320/DSC01980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adris Fixing Computer FOC. Next time if computer got problem can find him already. The tall guy at the back was the one computer problem. Dota too much already lar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251800697876601202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SOIk6NQVWXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/4ZLPtQ28iII/s320/DSC01976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dota party at our neighbour house. Once in a while as a type of socializing is okay larr....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-8669971369116518831?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/8669971369116518831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=8669971369116518831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8669971369116518831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8669971369116518831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/09/university-notty-ham.html' title='University Notty Ham'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SOIiXis76OI/AAAAAAAAAcA/d-p6z40fvOM/s72-c/800px-Nottinghamunimalaysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-6680703436592951040</id><published>2008-07-01T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:46:07.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehh quite true and quite wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Wong Kar Leong Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOLD means Correct&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Italic means wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Others Not sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very charming... dangerously so. You &lt;strong&gt;have the potential to break a lot of hearts&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know how what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have the power to rule the world. Let's hope you're a benevolent dictator!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. &lt;strong&gt;You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and &lt;strong&gt;quite introverted&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;You value your time alone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude&lt;/strong&gt; brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you &lt;strong&gt;can be a little flaky and irresponsible&lt;/strong&gt;. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-6680703436592951040?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/6680703436592951040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=6680703436592951040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/6680703436592951040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/6680703436592951040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/07/ehh-quite-true-and-quite-wrong.html' title='Ehh quite true and quite wrong'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-2954191722310046605</id><published>2008-07-01T09:05:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:08:11.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi Trip : Day 2</title><content type='html'>I was told that we could watch the sun rise in the morning. So we woke up at 6.00am sharp in the morning. Unfortunately thats a false alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220064552521959090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHFlDa2uBrI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/L8YDcLMKzCU/s320/DSC02198.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our &lt;s&gt;Bitch&lt;/s&gt; Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite a gloomy day. I couldn't see the sky with the clouds clustering around the coast and we &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;could even heard thunder from where we stood&lt;/span&gt;. Bad omen. Again we were dissapointed by god's decision. Maybe god was furious. But why? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, we are sorry for not calling the girls for card games last night&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had made some radical decisions. We would even soak ourself in the filthy sea water even its raining. Thats because we were too desperate to soak into the filthy sea. So we went for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Island Hoping'&lt;/span&gt; at any risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221174547144656050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHVWlnDeRLI/AAAAAAAAAao/4GaLYhd_knI/s320/DSC02224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Funny looking rock. Okay less type more photos. I'm getting lazier nowaday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220815119957200034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHQPsMcJjKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/_K_MmC9FjRg/s320/DSC02218.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Dayang Bunting (a pregnant women lying &lt;s&gt;that she gets pregnant&lt;/s&gt; on the floor pose) I mean how could a maiden gets pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop we went for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dayang Bunting&lt;/span&gt;. Legends has it that, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who swim the lake will get pregnant. But what about boys?&lt;/span&gt; With curiousity, we instantly jumped into it while the girls just stand aside. Maybe they were superstitious and scared that they will get pregnant. Inside the lake all you can see is green view. No organism, no coral and no sea monsters. It gets kinda creepy as you get deeper and deeper. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh did I mention that, we had no life jackets and the depth is 10m ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220820160378457554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHQURleOTdI/AAAAAAAAAYw/JxJJxPIRNVE/s320/DSC02229.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Group Photo in Dayang Bunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221165769947536962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHVOmtcm3kI/AAAAAAAAAZw/f1x0vkfwNns/s320/P1010278.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Three fella without life jacket in the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm eagle feeding is not that fun. Its more like an exibition to see eagles. What you see is eagles get free food from boatman. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its more like a clubbing area for Eagles&lt;/span&gt; as the crowd goes wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221167426083727474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHVQHHCPqHI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/SHswVacCQuM/s320/P1010285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagles clubbing area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221173059298938722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHVVPAZaT2I/AAAAAAAAAag/OEtDMI_csdw/s320/250620081151.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Taking chicken skin threw by the boatman to the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only place that I could really play or enjoyed was Pulau Beras Basah. Weird name and there ain't no Beras around there. Nothing but lots of notorious monkeys there. Once, the primemate stole some tissue paper from our bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220821646168081266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHQVoEeEw3I/AAAAAAAAAY4/PrjGeERXW18/s320/DSC02254.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221178017040657826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHVZvlbJbaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/giJbtAviGHA/s320/DSC02259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow playing too much water wasn't fun. Although the bitch beach was shallow but, the water wasn't clear enough to see fish swimming around. According to the boatman, it was due to the down pour past few days. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You could even do foot reflexology as you walk towards the sea&lt;/span&gt;. The small dead coral pieces were pointed and could make you scream for your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get bored of the sea. Instead we played sand buildings. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First up we build great wall of China but demolish by monster Arvind cause he prefered building Taj Mahal&lt;/span&gt;. As a result, we decided to burry someone alive. Wai Hoong was happy enough to volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220822417596298418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHQWU-Q5NLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/P7ZeOYJNOOM/s320/DSC02262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bulding great wall of china&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220825183919401154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHQY1_nt6MI/AAAAAAAAAZY/V_5s06BLrmg/s320/DSC02266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing sand surgery for Wai Hoong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220824422266941426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHQYJqPnr_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5gopmeI4cJU/s320/DSC02263.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Don't ask why, because we had no idea also.Then it was my turn. At first I requested them to make a tortoise but they failed. Instead, they made 'Dayang Bunting' on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221168738591663058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHVRTgghY9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/_TGIBnQEcF4/s320/P1010307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayang Bunting on progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221168251909855314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHVQ3LeiWFI/AAAAAAAAAaA/wtywt7TBtBc/s320/P1010305.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Save me please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221170138576355138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHVSk_24f0I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/wnILVTTEdXQ/s320/DSC02271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Finished result, but I somehow thought I have an airport. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220823671532153378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHQXd9if6iI/AAAAAAAAAZI/6aIXClGi16w/s320/DSC02274.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Wai Hong made 2 for me. And molested me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, we head back home. It was about 2.00pm and we went to have some lunch after bath. But driving is kinda boring and tired. Went to eat McD at Kuah Town. Stuff stuff stuff, shopping shopping shopping and rest rest rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221172026586556018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHVUS5Pl5nI/AAAAAAAAAaY/eKIwU0MMsAI/s320/DSC02199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Welcome to our room. (The one which has open door)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dinner (at Restaurant Fat Mum), we gathered in a room playing cards games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHVNi7XxjbI/AAAAAAAAAZo/LYObunLsMq8/s1600-h/DSC02284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221164605454257586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHVNi7XxjbI/AAAAAAAAAZo/LYObunLsMq8/s320/DSC02284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHVMuVpfR0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/8H5ewsQm1VQ/s1600-h/DSC02278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221163701974812482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHVMuVpfR0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/8H5ewsQm1VQ/s320/DSC02278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing 'Cho Dai Dee'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221175497234210674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHVXc6aeX3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/gtHn5QO0lG8/s320/P1010340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Playing card game called "Bullshit/Cheat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got tired and slept...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continue.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-2954191722310046605?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/2954191722310046605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=2954191722310046605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/2954191722310046605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/2954191722310046605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/07/langkawi-trip-day-2.html' title='Langkawi Trip : Day 2'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SHFlDa2uBrI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/L8YDcLMKzCU/s72-c/DSC02198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-120372876934162445</id><published>2008-06-29T07:21:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:18:41.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi Trip : Day 1</title><content type='html'>24th of June thats the actual date I went to Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a multi racial trip, just that we don't have any malays.&lt;br /&gt;The trip consist of :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wai Hoong&lt;/strong&gt; : Leader and camera man (Every plan comes from here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xin Hao&lt;/strong&gt; : Sentra Driver (Our Driver throughout the vacation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arvind&lt;/strong&gt; : Gps system and Weather forecast (Assist the driver by providing false information)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Hui&lt;/strong&gt; : Look at the back and yells at people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kar Mun&lt;/strong&gt; : Looking for clubbing areas ( The Loaf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kleong&lt;/strong&gt; : Unknown (only follows around these people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landed on Langkawi about 9.00 in the morning and it was already raining cats and dogs. We had&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGg1ubznKBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/kgOWxnbQ5Gk/s1600-h/DSC02171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217479240163207186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGg1ubznKBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/kgOWxnbQ5Gk/s200/DSC02171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; no choice but to rent a car (Nissan Sentra) which were in bad shape with no hon. The seats are not even enough for us. At the back we have four people sitting which causes us to buttock versus buttock whereas the fat Joe sit in front. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My wallet was stolen and now I know why &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, we had quick breakfast and unload our luggage in the hotel &lt;em&gt;(Malibest&lt;/em&gt;). Our room is just acceptable and with some breathe taking view just outside the door.Then we proceed for indoor activities that we could come up. First stop was the Underwater World, which we &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;visited lots of unhappy fish being trap there. Most of them just Emo and Dulan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGg4_Z88Q2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/pc2eng3P_98/s1600-h/DSC02144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217482830258127714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGg4_Z88Q2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/pc2eng3P_98/s320/DSC02144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lonely otter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGgu8mgleMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/5vx9mgQlSjA/s1600-h/DSC02131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217471786972969154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGgu8mgleMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/5vx9mgQlSjA/s320/DSC02131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emo Sting ray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGgv95i4u3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/j4ehBRZ6JIg/s1600-h/DSC02116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217472908774390642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGgv95i4u3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/j4ehBRZ6JIg/s320/DSC02116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emo penguins ( Dont want to look at the camera)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217473708308225618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGgwscCm3lI/AAAAAAAAAWw/9w2mOkO2kG0/s320/DSC02163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emo fish hiding inside the rock&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGg252E_9jI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/UVEkvhRAQ70/s1600-h/DSC02120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217480535705646642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGg252E_9jI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/UVEkvhRAQ70/s200/DSC02120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then inside, there is a thing call 3D movie or&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGg7L5mxCrI/AAAAAAAAAXo/AFSkPKUJlT8/s1600-h/DSC02124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217485243936737970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGg7L5mxCrI/AAAAAAAAAXo/AFSkPKUJlT8/s200/DSC02124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; something where you get to watch 3D fish flying around. For adults, I don't recomend them to watch because its boring until I wanted to sleep inside. But I didn't, instead I took the time to tease Kar Mun (as revenge), and she thought I wanted to "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mung&lt;/span&gt;". Haihz. Misconception la. Next to the Underwater World, there is a duty-free market where you could find all kinds of Chocs, Alcohol drinks and cigarettes. Scan the price for awhile and we proceed the next activities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we finished everything, its still drizzling. We had no choice to look for another indoor activities. Soon we decided to go for the cable car ride and sky bridge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217712489443933330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGkJ3VFsvJI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8ygx0GFD4c4/s320/DSC02177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking pictures of the scenery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217713888106994530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGkLIvg9W2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/2XJkkYcAlPg/s320/DSC02183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The scenery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217715153943525842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGkMSbH5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYA/UpYtUERPiN4/s320/DSC02190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group Photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217840093964254674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGl964-HvdI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Cd9rdtwPx3c/s320/DSC02187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group Photo 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continue.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-120372876934162445?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/120372876934162445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=120372876934162445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/120372876934162445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/120372876934162445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/06/langkawi-trip-day-1.html' title='Langkawi Trip : Day 1'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SGg1ubznKBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/kgOWxnbQ5Gk/s72-c/DSC02171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-2101283466206501568</id><published>2008-06-23T13:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:45:41.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedule</title><content type='html'>The following were the things I did today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take IC&lt;br /&gt;2. Take SPM certificate&lt;br /&gt;3. Take A-Level Certificate&lt;br /&gt;4. ATM card&lt;br /&gt;5. Go interview&lt;br /&gt;6. Pack bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early in the morning and rushed my morning energy supply. Looking at my clock, it keep reminding me to hurry because its a tight schedule. Went to get back my I.C which is rather fast. Next, I head to my secondary school and college in order to retrieve SPM and A-Level certificate. Saw Pn. Dayang (couldn't figure her name) and she told me I changed. Then I rushed to a nearby Maybank to apply a new ATM card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, I went for a job interview. I was inform by May Ying that his brother (employer)  works in an office at Safari/Econsave. The funny part is, I asked the guard at the entrance if there is any computer shop nearby. He shoke his head as a sign "Don't have" or " I dont know". &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The office is just next to him which makes me slap on the forehead&lt;/span&gt;. So I filled out the interview forms with very very weird question as below :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;P : _______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM : ________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;S-Level : ________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diploma : _________&lt;br /&gt;Degree : __________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mind boggling, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;what the hell is 'P' and 'S-level'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then, Mr. Ong gave me some briefing on the job. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;All I said was " em, em, ohh, ohh, *nod my head, *nod my head, yes, yes"&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't express myself much in that case but I did inquire him important questions. Back home, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;May Ying proudly told me that she type the form &lt;/span&gt;and I was.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backpack all my luggage and ready to fly. To where? To Langkawi with some of the &lt;s&gt;devilish&lt;/s&gt; college friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-2101283466206501568?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/2101283466206501568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=2101283466206501568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/2101283466206501568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/2101283466206501568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/06/schedule.html' title='Schedule'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-508987324266175917</id><published>2008-06-19T18:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:00:00.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Credits</title><content type='html'>So this is it. Although the time passed very fast. Good luck and happy holidays to those been fired by UCSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who was fired:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kleong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves the company with friends although he is kinda introvert. Currently jobless after being fired by UCSI. A guy who doesn't have any clue what he wanna do even after being fired. Enjoyed those days with classmates during A-Level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kok Chew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He who I sees to be very self discipline. With leisure time spent for study, exam is like taking candy from a baby. As a friend, he has always been lending his helping hands to those who needed. Not to mention, he has been my personal tutor because I used to ask him annoying questions. The good thing is this guy didn't ask for payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Boon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of the three muskerteer I've mentioned earlier on. Its just that Kok Chew is brain active whereas Boon is physically active. A friend I can hang out with during sweating sessions such as going to gym or play basketball. Not to forget, he is a daredevil who likes flipping. Errr, its hard to explain it here but I've pretty much seen him doing it until its already uncountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Matthew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably he is the easiest to approach by stranger at first glance. He is humorous, loud and friendly fella which makes a lot of connections. Not only so, he is a better singer than me and a guitarist. Thats because I'm not in these field. Often sat next to him during those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jia Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy go lucky girl. Physically seems to be malnutrition compared to the rest of us. If wind blows, I guess she'll be flying away. I still remember I was acciddently kidnap to her apartment for steamboat and that was great though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Wei Sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studious, clever and hardworking that's all I can say. Always go back early driving her petite perodua home. Burst in laughter easily and I've never seen her with sad face. At times, I'll trouble her instead of Kok Chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kar Mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical girl who was orignated from class B &lt;s&gt;has a bit male characteristic compared to the others&lt;/s&gt;. Most of the time, seen her walking side by side with her common friends either Jelele or Hui Hui. Rumors has it that, she often Sing K in Timesquare. All the lecturer knows her well because her father was popular there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Adrian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prodigy in our class, where get flying color result is as simple as ABC. I always wanted to dissect his brain to replace mine. But don't be fooled, we have something in common which is to 'kap lui' in the college. One word for him 'salute'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Xin Hao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very dedicated class rep. Very informative at times and able to preserve good connection with the peoples in course. Also one of my basketball pal. Kind enough to ask me to join his group when having lunch so that I don't get too introvert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jing Quen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy comes from Kedah. Another good basketball player that I dislike to face him. Like all the others, he'll be funny at times and enjoys the company. By living under 1 roof with Jia Wen, &lt;s&gt;I feel pity for him&lt;/s&gt; he comes and goes with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Arvind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average joe who likes to watch Tv series in Axn such as Vegas. Not to mention, he the only Indian is our anti-racism leader in our group. Funny thing's often comes within him since a lot of people likes to tease him. A good football player although physically does not match. There was once Ms. Nalina wanted to confiscate his Astro card because he watched too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hui Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;s&gt;very plumb and fat&lt;/s&gt; cute girl &lt;s&gt;which I can compare it as a pig&lt;/s&gt;. Playful and outing with all the others. Especially with Kar Mun, they were like unseparated souls. Laugh easily but studious when times comes. Always mistaken by Mr. Tan as his niece and he mention that her look, name and size are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Wai Hoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder this guy is a monkey incarnated. He seems to be physically and mouth active. A very gay joyful guy to had when passing times. Thats because he loves to joke around and &lt;s&gt;act like a moron&lt;/s&gt; make fun of other people. Naughty he is, but a funny guy indeed. He sometimes self claim emo freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mr. Tan&lt;/div&gt;Our class Mentor who is in his 60's. For the first semester, our class were nothing but just a place to study our physics. But as we get along each other, it turns out that our class not a place to study physics but its more like a place to learn things. Whenever in break, most of the time we would discuss about delicious food from all over the country. Weird but true, it made us less boring at least. Not to mention, he likes to "Cha" people like Jia wen and Jing Quen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ms Ding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class Bio Lecturer who has very fluent English. It seems that we couldn't argue with her as her name already says it "Ding". Very hardworking and offering type of teacher as she always give out extra class, extra notes, extra lecturer and utilize our time fully on studies. Made our life very hard but we know its for our good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mr Tai/Ms Nalina&lt;/div&gt;For the 1st and 2nd semester Mr. Tai was our Chemistry Lecturer. I still remember how he wrote all those words in the white board and it was super difficult to see/understand what he was writing. After A few months, I guess we all got used it. Everyone acknowledge him as a funny lecturer because we often burst out with laughter in his classes. At times he was notorious to trick us such as writing false notes on the board. So if we copied, we would need to re-copy another one which is the correct one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Nalina is a very strict lecturer who always yelled at people. Thats happens only when people is obviously wrong. Can be very kind and Devilish at the same time. More to motivation type of teacher because always talk about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last I bid farewell to this this formula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214937083937440018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SF8tpd4aQRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/MAHvzrAyNHI/s400/Photo-0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-508987324266175917?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/508987324266175917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=508987324266175917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/508987324266175917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/508987324266175917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/06/credits.html' title='Credits'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SF8tpd4aQRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/MAHvzrAyNHI/s72-c/Photo-0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-855863852466574527</id><published>2008-04-10T09:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:55:17.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N/a</title><content type='html'>Dear morons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be available for 2 months. Its not nessary for me to explain the reason. Anyway, please do miss me because I might bring back some souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the god speed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-855863852466574527?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/855863852466574527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=855863852466574527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/855863852466574527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/855863852466574527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/04/na.html' title='N/a'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-3848396620245893208</id><published>2008-04-06T12:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:50:25.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Einstein said</title><content type='html'>Life as a student in here isn't easy. Apparently, trial is just around the corner and everyone is hectic with their studies. Especially for me, I consider myself to care much burden compared to the others. Going to end the corse very soon, it should be like in a blink of an eye. Not to mention, I'm still juggling which field I would pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was studying Einstein theory E= mc^2. Considered that his hair to be quite trendy, I search for more of his information through the net. Later, I found this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185996795738787602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R_hcm_BTDxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/GH0YwgcUUtc/s400/275158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok....Gay birthday to Christopher Ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-3848396620245893208?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/3848396620245893208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=3848396620245893208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/3848396620245893208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/3848396620245893208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-einstein-said.html' title='What Einstein said'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R_hcm_BTDxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/GH0YwgcUUtc/s72-c/275158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-5654625403425961159</id><published>2008-03-20T00:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:45:39.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE of ME</title><content type='html'>To be honest, I dont have any real topic to write in my blog. Not until I read Kitty's blog, it gave me somewhat a shock. As for my newly met friends, I supposed you would simply nod your head or jaw drop by viewing the picture below. Take notice that, I'm not making a big fuzz here but just to cincai share something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R-TNTfBTDuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/M1CfnYMMyCM/s1600-h/Kar+leong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180491206011064034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R-TNTfBTDuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/M1CfnYMMyCM/s200/Kar%2Bleong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't believe I looked like this 5 years ago? Yes, this was me when I was form 2. By looking at it, it reminds me of how nerdy I was during those days. &lt;strong&gt;I used to study in order to fill my time slots&lt;/strong&gt;. Not like today, I was quite impresive where I manage to achieve good results. However, I only mixed with boys at that time. Having conversation with female is nearly impossible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;~I'm a MONK with hair!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R-TTvPBTDwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6v97SVbIdcg/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180498279822200578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R-TTvPBTDwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6v97SVbIdcg/s200/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to tell that if this two are the same person. They have two different characteristic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the current me. Since the day without my nerdie look, I'm much lazier than before. Subsequently, grades slowly started to dissapoint me including my SPM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps for this coming final exam I should change back the old look. The Nerd Look!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-5654625403425961159?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/5654625403425961159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=5654625403425961159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/5654625403425961159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/5654625403425961159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/03/beware-of-me.html' title='BEWARE of ME'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R-TNTfBTDuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/M1CfnYMMyCM/s72-c/Kar%2Bleong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-1785265922772361002</id><published>2008-02-21T15:10:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:57:37.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pic : College, Me and etc</title><content type='html'>Whenever I felt bored in class, I would most probabbly tapping on my cell phone. Sms-ing is another thing but there are times I'll give a brief scan at my photo gallery. So lets see what picture caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170480032298452482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R8E8MetmRgI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SMsjxTJP6Uw/s320/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well this is a picture that really caught my attention everytime I flip through my galleries. Featuring my dear classmates and one of them is currently our class representative. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It seems that they are having fun and asked me to join in! Almost joined them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170481952148833810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R8E98OtmRhI/AAAAAAAAAUg/l3aBBMODILs/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Next up, there is this "&lt;strong&gt;I-Dont-Know-What-Solution-Is-That&lt;/strong&gt;". Remember those days during painting class in primary school when we used to mix those painting colours? Well, that reminds me as it looks identical colour. We were so notorious that day that we mix every left over solution into it. &lt;strong&gt;We even heated it while crossing our fingers hoping it wont explode&lt;/strong&gt;. Thank god I'm still alive!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170486491929265698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R8FCEetmRiI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Wf_5iJ-2E_c/s320/DSC00388.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hmm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;they smells nerd, they look nerd, they taste nerd yet they aren't that nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as you get to know them. If I'm not mistaken they were hardworking that time because exam was just around the corner. Take a look at our wall there. If you notice it written something like A, B, C, D and goes on. Seems like we were treated like kindergardens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170490009507481138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R8FFROtmRjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ctkE6y02-LA/s320/DSC00442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ohh, my cutie female dog. She is just adorable posing like that. For your information, the usual dog you've seen is Magic the male. &lt;strong&gt;This is Ginger the female dog&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170508250233587314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R8FV2-tmRnI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/XreYlKaj5DA/s320/DSC00414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The left is my brother's room and right is mine. Can see what's the difference of our room in terms of colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170509753472140930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R8FXOetmRoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/MOgQDlWchSo/s320/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Calm down! This isn't another one of those Edison's photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Its just me being caught by some foul beast friend while I was enjoying the breath taking view in Genting. I'm not totally naked there where you could see there is 'tuala' down there. By covering my front part, it seems that I accidently posed my &lt;strong&gt;'sexy back'&lt;/strong&gt;. Not that sexy though where I could see pimples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a lot of people think that I'm too gayish, I felt the same too. So, anyone think she can convert me back? I guess no one replies....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-1785265922772361002?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/1785265922772361002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=1785265922772361002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/1785265922772361002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/1785265922772361002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-pic-college-me-and-etc.html' title='Random Pic : College, Me and etc'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R8E8MetmRgI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SMsjxTJP6Uw/s72-c/DSC00164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-1964411705289813554</id><published>2008-02-09T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:09:16.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Chinese new year had always been boring to me. This year is no exception but not the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all chinese do, I sat closely together with my family. Having reunion dinner on the chinese new year's eve. It wasn't that memorable though. In fact every dinner with my family members were meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Chinese New Year, I would be slapping my forehead like a 100 times. Somehow, I've get alot of complains from all walk of culture here. For chinese, its common that I get "Aiya, I gain weight jorrr...". Hei! Its nothing to be shy of if you just eat, sleep, eat, sleep and the lines goes on. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm experiencing the samething like these guys do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Or should I say, I fei jor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on us but,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chinese New Year are one of the best time to enjoy homemade f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Begin with reunion dinner, delicious food would be prepared by mum. Feeling evil, one would tend to clear the entire dishes leaving the plate empty (easy to wash ma). Next on the menu there would be pineapple tarts, chocolates, cookies and "yuk gon". Then there are tons of fizzy drinks like coca-cola, shandy and etc that will fill your tummy. Do that mathes and you will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats more, what do you expect to do during chinese new year, sports? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You don't get to exercise that often on chinese new year la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Worse comes to worse for those who going back to kampung. Sitting on the car for 4 hours is totally wiping out your mind from conciousness. My condolonce for them. When meeting up with relatives, again you get sink your teeth in their food this time. Some would be having fun with their long lost relative(gambling) . Whereas the other group of people would felt very boring with those strangers or known as doing nothing. In any cases, you still don't get to work out your butt and thats how we get to accumulate our fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about me then? This time, I didn't get to meet any of my relative this year. I didn't get to sink my teeth in their food. But still, my mom made alot of cookies and I'm the only one capable of finishing the job! I was totally bored in here. While my friends were busy throughout the holiday, I don't seem to get anything to do. Study? Sports? Nahh...I dive myself into some online computer games instead. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As I was leveling up my character, at the same time I was leveling up my fat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't enjoy my Chinese New Year but at the end I went to Jason's house a friend of mine. Don't be mistaken, I didn't go pai lin or celebrate chinese new year. I'm just being forced by those foul beast friends to gamble while his parents were away. To summarize, I brought a Rm2 note and a couple of coins along me. At the beginning I lost all of it, then I somehow won back my money. At the end, I won RM 3 which is enough to eat 2 roti kosong plus one Teh O limau ais. Whereas for those big winner like Kah Wai that won Rm 25 and Christopher Rm 40. Kah Wai was kind enough to pay for some food bought to be cook. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;However, Chris had run away with those money! So if anyone saw him, please do not gamble with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh... so much for my Chinese New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-1964411705289813554?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/1964411705289813554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=1964411705289813554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/1964411705289813554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/1964411705289813554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-4151130859455094868</id><published>2008-02-04T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T07:15:24.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash and Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163048180959084002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R6bU9zBK_eI/AAAAAAAAATA/YkCCxdwhpqw/s400/051124_BH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his isn't a melancholic or a funny post, instead a thing that I had on my mind a while ago. To be honest, I guess alot of my friends have went through these stages and&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; yet I've not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The pure feeling that one would treasure the most, I supposed. As in our daily life, we could utterly control most of our desire. If you want money, you could go get a job. You want knowledge, you could go learn or study something. But what about love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R6bbTDBK_fI/AAAAAAAAATI/5c8IPbFzf9c/s1600-h/051124_BH1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163055143101070834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R6bbTDBK_fI/AAAAAAAAATI/5c8IPbFzf9c/s400/051124_BH1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes yes. Isn't it obvious? Love is so unpredictable and uncontrolable. In the initial stage, love is no other than just a one sided love. More accurately known as crush, one would most probabbly hide these fragile passions and remain dormant. Its hard to tell he or she had a crush on someone. Especially boys, they tend to be less sensitive to notice that a girl had a crush on them unless they are told so. Next, courtship proceed and if it suceed, vows would be made together. A new love is born at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163061821775216130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R6bhXzBK_gI/AAAAAAAAATQ/KFtrk28wgU0/s400/051124_BH2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, its not always the same story on the opposite side. Most of the time, there will be one who will be giving more. At the end, he/she might ask "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why doesnt he/she cares about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?" or maybe "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why did he/she do that to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?". Subsequently, tears broke out and oftenly in public. Time is the best healer, enable the person to forget everything bit by bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R6bhiTBK_hI/AAAAAAAAATY/gOKxUHEIim0/s1600-h/051124_BH3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163062002163842578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R6bhiTBK_hI/AAAAAAAAATY/gOKxUHEIim0/s400/051124_BH3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once bitten twice shy? Nahh.. I don't think most of us are applied to this outdated term. As things are 77 88 recovered, most rasionally is to go find it again to obtain that ultimate feelings back. But heck, don't always just bang your head onto the wall repeatedly. Try to get some moral values before you advance for the next try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow love is similar to a learning process, kan...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-4151130859455094868?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/4151130859455094868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=4151130859455094868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/4151130859455094868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/4151130859455094868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/02/crash-and-burn.html' title='Crash and Burn'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R6bU9zBK_eI/AAAAAAAAATA/YkCCxdwhpqw/s72-c/051124_BH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-7171759537083690820</id><published>2008-01-27T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:47:05.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Parade</title><content type='html'>It was very late that night, around 3.00am. I was playing some online games with no other than Jason. Unexpected, someone knock the door and it was one of the guy who rent our rooms. He kindly request me to wake my parents up and I did. I knew what was going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past life, he was quite a typical person. Although he was kinda hot headed but at least he was willing to talk anything. I live under the surveillance of my grandpa if you asked me. As my grandpa live just upstair, grandpa is able to access into my house. Whenever my parents were busy with their works, at least he was the one replacing the hollow holes of my parents. As I grow older, I came to a more independent person and my grandpa knew it. He had to let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my grandpa was in critical state at the hospital. Everyone was already there including my aunts and uncles. I guess everyone was emotional that time except my father and I, like father like son. Before that, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he requested to drink milo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but he was given a 'puasa' mode by the nurse. Well, he was about to migrate to other place why not fulfill his wishes that time? Erghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So migrated he did around 5.35pm. Oh yeah, I guess I won't be celebrating any Chinese New Year. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more pai lin, no more chinese new year songs, no more gambling, no more Cho Dai Dee with friends and no more red "内裤".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whats the worst that I Could say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;things are better if I stay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So long and good night...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, grandpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-7171759537083690820?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/7171759537083690820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=7171759537083690820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7171759537083690820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7171759537083690820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/01/theres-been-death-in-opposite-house.html' title='The Black Parade'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-8966524035773330643</id><published>2008-01-23T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T10:25:33.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after exam</title><content type='html'>Just for a little bit of recap, lately I was having my exam starting from last few weeks ago. However, Now I proudly declare that I'm officially on holiday for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just 4 days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, just 4 days which means I will need to attend my college lecture on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my last paper, it was somehow blended with Joy and Sadness. Lets compare the exam as in a Marathon. Joy in the sense, one would sculpture ownself with a smile after crossing the finishing line. On the other hand, one would also felt very bad knowing not to gain anything after the exaustion. It was a mixed of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159231947897765330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R5lGHzBK_dI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ms8iTTL1msI/s400/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love how Mr.Tai guard those examinees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So we ended up in the quarantine area, socializing with most of my dear classmates. Well maybe not all my classmates because some of them didn't take the last paper. Discussion about studies or exam were taboo during that time. I took the opportunity this time to tease those guys. Or maybe not. Most of us would just talk about where and how we would spend or holidays. Jogoya again? I don't think so.&lt;/p&gt;So why does everyone liked to show the joining of their ugly feets and fingers? Still undefined but we did that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159231217753324994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R5lFdTBK_cI/AAAAAAAAASw/PpShbdONQNc/s320/DSC00416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Happy feet)So do you notice anything odd at my feet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-8966524035773330643?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/8966524035773330643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=8966524035773330643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8966524035773330643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8966524035773330643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/01/random.html' title='The day after exam'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R5lGHzBK_dI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ms8iTTL1msI/s72-c/DSC00417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-1173822665716017423</id><published>2008-01-14T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:22:06.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Career</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Veterinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study Duration = 5 years&lt;br /&gt;Salary = Rm +-2000 (starting)&lt;br /&gt;Demand = High&lt;br /&gt;Requirement = Very good in Bio, Chem, Mathes and some say Physic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this job isn't a worthy job if you work in Malaysia. After studying about 5 years for a degree, your starting salary would be around Rm 2000 and earn a decent pay at most after working for so many years. On top of that, only UPM that offers veterinary courses. So to get involve, you would have to be at least the top 60 student who are interested in Veterinary. Well maybe some top student won't be interest in this pathetic course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duration of study = 5 years&lt;br /&gt;Starting income = Rm 2500++&lt;br /&gt;Demand = High&lt;br /&gt;Requirement = Good in Chem, Bio, mathes and some say physic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost the same as being a vet but, you only deal with a type of animal(human). You get slightly well paid compared to a vet. Easier in the sense that, Malaysia have a lot of institute that offer Medical courses although the requirement is high. A very bright future for one to enrol the course as graduates get alot of side benefits such as free family healthcare. As you advance into surgeon/expert/master, your income increase dramatically up to average RM8000 a month. The only thing is, I don't quite like to deal with humans. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pilot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duration of study = 4-5 years&lt;br /&gt;Starting income = Rm5000&lt;br /&gt;Demand = High&lt;br /&gt;Requirement = Have good physical Health and good in mathes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You watched 'Triumph of sky' before in TVB series? Yeah, you become pilot of an aircraft. As far as I research, Langkawi is the only place that enable one to gain knowledge of. You would be studying there for about 4-5 years. A very good starting salary after you graduated which is RM5000 as a co-pilot. As you advance to captain, your salary increase to RM10000++ per month. You could earn some extra income such as flying private jets for filthy rich people. The problem is, you would probabbly be in contract with AirAsia which is a crappy aviation company. Further more, you would have to work in unregular time basis. But look at the income!! Even your EBF would reach Rm1 million!! if you asked me that is if you manage to survive flying an aeroplane. Risky !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actuary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duration of study = 4 years&lt;br /&gt;Starting income = Rm 2000++&lt;br /&gt;Demand = unknown&lt;br /&gt;Requirement = Very Good in Mathes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probabbly you will end up in insurance or Lottery company. In other words you will be dealing with statistic for the rest of your life (dull). The starting income might not be very high. During the internship, you will need to be studying part time for some examination. Rumors says that these examinations are extremely hard. But rumors also says that the income after taking the exam is very very high. Although my mathes isn't as good as those prodigies but it was always my best subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Career Standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Veterinary (prefered)&lt;br /&gt;2. actuary ( my strong point)&lt;br /&gt;3. Pilot (money)&lt;br /&gt;4. Doctor (parent's wish)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-1173822665716017423?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/1173822665716017423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=1173822665716017423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/1173822665716017423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/1173822665716017423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/01/career.html' title='Career'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-7068390875773391190</id><published>2008-01-12T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:07:03.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry me a Shelther....</title><content type='html'>So where should I begin? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Met 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall I compare thee to a summers day, In Malaysia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thou art more lonely and more desperate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love winds do shakes the darling buds of may,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and summer's unleash all to sort a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, I was just crapping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, kind of busy nowaday due to 2nd semester final exam. For your concern, my performance was not as good as I should be. Especially in practical exam, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;both chemistry and physic supplied me with spoilled apparatus!!!&lt;/span&gt; I was kinda mad of it where precious time had been trash by them for changing &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R4nO-JSBkcI/AAAAAAAAASg/xb9qq-BnOKU/s1600-h/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154878815540974018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R4nO-JSBkcI/AAAAAAAAASg/xb9qq-BnOKU/s200/DSC00380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;apparatus. Further more in physic practical, the questions were one of a kind. Everyone didn't expected such level of hardness in that including the prodigies. It would &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;instanly cure the blood clotted in your brain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if you manage to answer it in that short time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Our expression(dulan) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was so right for telling me this "&lt;em&gt;Almost every single person is lonely. Granted, many are not honest enough to admit it, or they cover over their loneliness with TV, movies, friends, or empty, casual relationships. But their loneliness becomes ingrained, they learn to be emotionally independent, and later, when they want to fall in love and lean on someone else, they wonder why they can’t&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She says someday I feel like shit, someday I wanna quit. And just be normal for abit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R4nPyZSBkdI/AAAAAAAAASo/G2b8DURsjoI/s1600-h/lonely_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154879713189138898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="250" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R4nPyZSBkdI/AAAAAAAAASo/G2b8DURsjoI/s320/lonely_1.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I had my own psychology evaluation. From the passage above, yes I lead a very lonely life. I did cover over my loneliness with games, movies, friends and etc. Maybe I am emotional independent (emotionless?Hahaha) which I dont understand what it means. And yes &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I dont understand why I always have to be gone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~what a lonely guy (guess who is that)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think I'm more to depress than desperate which means I.........&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;want you to know that it's a little fucked up ( never thought that this vulgar word could be so noble and honest), That I'm stuck here waitin, at times debatin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-7068390875773391190?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/7068390875773391190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=7068390875773391190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7068390875773391190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7068390875773391190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2008/01/cry-me-shelther.html' title='Cry me a Shelther....'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/R4nO-JSBkcI/AAAAAAAAASg/xb9qq-BnOKU/s72-c/DSC00380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-1692869011861772305</id><published>2007-12-24T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T12:51:28.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa Claus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friend had sucessfully lost weight,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I did that too. Also, my parents grounded me&lt;br /&gt;from now on due to trial exams, so please brain wash my&lt;br /&gt;teacher and let her change my results. The TV shows are&lt;br /&gt;boring please change it to ' Happy Tree Friends'. Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;"A*****" is a freako, please banish him from earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Kleong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-1692869011861772305?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/1692869011861772305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=1692869011861772305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/1692869011861772305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/1692869011861772305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-claus.html' title='Santa Claus'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-3985003974347710659</id><published>2007-11-17T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T15:42:13.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Polution...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; room was once very spacious and comfortable to sleep in. Single bed accomodated with air-conditioner and laptop, luxury I consider myself. Not only so. Occasionally as light penetrate through my curtain, it will emit blue ray which then illuminate the entire room. Decorated with curtain and matress with fish pattern, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I once thought I'm swimming in the sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Serene and peaceful scene for me to &lt;s&gt;become pig&lt;/s&gt; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since my trial arrive, the beauty of it appeared to be highly poluted. My room was &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contaminated by stacks of books and papers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133859415360375138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rz8h8BtZiWI/AAAAAAAAARw/2TX6CiF_dO8/s400/DSC00364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Books and papers were sleeping on my bed. (where do I sleep?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exams are always dreadful for me. To score better results, I resorted myself by burning the midnight's oil. Lonely but effective method to be utilize as I was able to concentrate only in study. This time however, I was acompanied to burn the oil. I wonder how it will affect my study though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rz_RixtZiZI/AAAAAAAAASI/tEFF_rZ4ZmA/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134052495615166866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rz_RixtZiZI/AAAAAAAAASI/tEFF_rZ4ZmA/s200/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some may wonder, why would these load of papers and books end up on my bed. There are no logical reason for it. Perhaps, I have more feel to study using the bed as a table. Other than that, it simply because the space provided in a bed is much more sufficient to put all my stuff. On the other hand, I'm a non environmentalist. Specifically, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'll just toss all my books everywhere once I'm done with the subject in exam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~How a living organism surviving in a poluted habitat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please do not try this at home but you may try it at other people's home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I took the initiative to clean up my room. During week days, I was too hectic with exams. Now that I'm in the weekend, I spared sometime to &lt;s&gt;purify the water polution&lt;/s&gt; clean up. The result...let the picture do the talking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134061570881063330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rz_ZzBtZiaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Cb8Hr4QO1J0/s400/DSC00379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;~ 77 88 clean. Return the harmony within the sea bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-3985003974347710659?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/3985003974347710659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=3985003974347710659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/3985003974347710659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/3985003974347710659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/11/paper-polution.html' title='Paper Polution...'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rz8h8BtZiWI/AAAAAAAAARw/2TX6CiF_dO8/s72-c/DSC00364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-341780668069986471</id><published>2007-11-08T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:12:48.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness in daily life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RzJm15JaP5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/l15HA3anyak/s1600-h/Honey%20and%20Clover%20-%2021%20-%2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130276001587806098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RzJm15JaP5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/l15HA3anyak/s200/Honey%2520and%2520Clover%2520-%252021%2520-%252012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The 3 musketeers". That's how Miss Chiah used to call Boon, Me and Kok Chew in Mathes class. Its not like we have extra long mustache or extreme sword fighting skills. Eventually, we were labelled gay as we have the practice "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;one for all and all for one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." BUT I'M NOT !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Gayness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, I was chatting with a bored petite friend in MSN. She is currently in Singapore (kiasu land) pursuing her study. It's been quite awhile since we meet face to face and come to think of it, kinda miss her. Hahaha. Our conversation were mainly gossips and current issues which interest each other. Like always, I would slip some questions like " any leng lui to intro?". These phrase were too common for me and by that I was made famous for something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130279239993147330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RzJpyZJaP8I/AAAAAAAAARo/DSBLMz9wrN4/s400/Honey%2520and%2520Clover%2520II%2520-%252002%2520-%2520Large%252003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;how&gt;~how &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; she is compare to me as illustrated above(joking joking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;She claims that girls distribution are more concentrated in School Of Busy-ness. By that, I finally realise something, "&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No wonder girls nowadays are so busybody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ". Another thing was, her school doesn't provide any Farm-acy courses . I guess this is due to Singapore have insufficient lands for agriculture? Too bad for those who desired to study how to farm in Sin-kah-Po. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apart from that, I always have the habit of munching biscuits when I'm studying or in front of my laptop. I came to know that I have sweet tooth these days. So any sweeties out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RzJlDZJaP2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/R4iYU159nzA/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130274034492784482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RzJlDZJaP2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/R4iYU159nzA/s200/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RzJlmpJaP3I/AAAAAAAAARA/SS1oUtJh9HY/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130274640083173234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RzJlmpJaP3I/AAAAAAAAARA/SS1oUtJh9HY/s200/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;~The biscuits I consumed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-341780668069986471?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/341780668069986471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=341780668069986471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/341780668069986471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/341780668069986471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/11/randomness-in-daily-life.html' title='Randomness in daily life...'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RzJm15JaP5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/l15HA3anyak/s72-c/Honey%2520and%2520Clover%2520-%252021%2520-%252012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-4049989950800648104</id><published>2007-11-07T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T07:31:13.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is the story of a girl...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;who cry the river and drown the whole world....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But what she looks so sad In photograph...&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her...when she smile...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s you all know me, I'm not that good in expressing my own feelings to the others. Therefore, how good will I be in comforting someone? Yes, I was trying to show concern to someone and obviously I failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know who I'm refering? Hmm..Let me draw a picture of her with words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly speaking, I've met her quite awile ago, and so do some of my friends. A girl that would not take charge easily. Stubborn or in lighter tone, a girl who will stand strong for her believe. The type that you would expect to give explaination thus denying one's idea. Furthermore, she is a typical girl who doesn't allow sympathy or pityness upon her. I admire and respect her strength in situations like this. (descriptive according to most of her friends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RzD2X2MDX2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/fCUhZpsEfew/s1600-h/nomiya_goodjob.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RzD4W2MDX3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/9TwmK_H0AJA/s1600-h/nomiya_goodjob.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129873046961872754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RzD4W2MDX3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/9TwmK_H0AJA/s200/nomiya_goodjob.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the past time, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I often had tongue to tongue fight with her&lt;/span&gt; over little matters. Not to mention, I would always raise the white flag before everything turns sour. Due to that, I know my concern would never reach to her eardrums. Perhaps, the only is to chop off my ears and send it to her. That is even if she wanted to whisper into it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry if I mess up anything, trying to be humble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-4049989950800648104?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/4049989950800648104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=4049989950800648104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/4049989950800648104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/4049989950800648104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/11/story-of-girl.html' title='Story of a girl'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RzD4W2MDX3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/9TwmK_H0AJA/s72-c/nomiya_goodjob.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-8011470705656133492</id><published>2007-11-02T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T12:07:27.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>PROM NIGHT....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Previously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was introduced by my fellow classmate about the prom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;stuck by that fate, I was forced to participate ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; sky nearly ran out of sun light, I was all well pack to go bringing nothing but empty stomach. Reached there around &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.15pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and hence, I took the opportunity to wonder around before the event start. My hand were sweating which means either I was nervous or exited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128013661130153618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RypdQWMDXpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KvEslK7RWzU/s320/DSC00324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight's event &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anyway, everyone was already well seated including my friends when I arrived. A heaven I would say because everyone were dressed to kill. &lt;s&gt;I sit with two unknown young beautiful lady&lt;/s&gt; I sit with two male friends, Kok Chew and Matthew although I really hope to sit with some girls &lt;strong&gt;(Welcome to reality).&lt;/strong&gt; Greeted everyone from my intake both class A and B but sitting at the other table (felt Isolated). Not to mention, I had no partner for the prom. Pathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128018553097903778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RyphtGMDXqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Zm8LYXfEbnQ/s320/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you looking? I was focusing on those waiter over there....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; I admit, I was somewhat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for girls these days. Surrounded by beauties, I took a brief look around in order to find my cup of tea. Despite of that, there was a girl that caught my narrow eye which sat at the back row of my table. It started with a very natural way when I bump into her outside the ball room. Spare a few seconds of conversation with her and off she went back inside the room. I'm just not a fast forward guy after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, I was having fun teasing Felicia (Matthew's Girlfriend) when Matthew were off guard. I even tease some of my lecturers there too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128010963890691714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RypazWMDXoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/9LCW_x2w-kE/s320/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mathew and Felicia(lovely couple)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where's our DINNER? Where's our DINNER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?", I asked Matthew. We waited for the ceremonial speech to end that last for about 20 minutes. I was already drooling for those &lt;strong&gt;INTERNATIONAL FOOD&lt;/strong&gt;. I was expecting something like French hors d'oeuvre, or smoke lamb or even Japanese Sushi. Sounds mouth watering? But the opposite was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128091511707360962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RyqkD2MDXsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/si2JWT-B-D0/s320/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ladies First!" I exclaimed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128097395812556498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RyqpaWMDXtI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0QBOREfkdLk/s320/DSC00309.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is my hors d'oeuvre?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, the food didnt turn up what I'd expected and so I consume sufficiently like a normal dinner &lt;s&gt;even my mom cooks better&lt;/s&gt;. However, my friends stuff a lot of seafoods down their throat because they didn't want to waste their &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM 65&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (wise move : most of them were food poisoned).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128118806224527106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Ryq84mMDXwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/JhAE4VEUfBY/s320/27102007122.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I dun understand tis la!! Can you Teach me how Arr?? (My Youngest lecturer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128120640175562514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Ryq-jWMDXxI/AAAAAAAAAQA/QWaopjjk5oU/s320/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My physic and chemistry lecturer.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Approxiamately &lt;strong&gt;11.00pm&lt;/strong&gt;, bad news arrive. Someone announce to us that the college bus will be leaving at &lt;strong&gt;11.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;. To simplify things, my cup of tea would be poured away right before I could get a grasp of it or even take a sniff of the fragrance. She could have at least left me her glass shoe before she left. My hope was totally crushed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RyrAvmMDXyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/c57qHT6OT8s/s1600-h/20071027966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128123049652215586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RyrAvmMDXyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/c57qHT6OT8s/s320/20071027966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Lonely + desperate me although I look normal ( Daniel Powter-Bad day singing in my brain)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we were to vote for Prom King and Queen. Prom King were voted by females while the Prom Queen were voted by males. Well I guess no one would vote for me, fine. The Prom King and Queen were supposed to be the openning of the dance floor. Then, other pair would join in if they wanted to. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even you were without any pair, you could dance alone but that would be an idiotic act&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128108532662755042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RyqzimMDXuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0DOMujzujRg/s320/DSC00339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prom King and Prom Queen Dancing..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I wouldn't be dancing, I resign from the prom. I walked out off the ball room, breathing some fresh air and soon met an interesting guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEHOLD...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128126528575725362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RyrD6GMDXzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JzlLqaiNQ2E/s320/P1010042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dont let his silly face fool you. If you dont know him, he's a damn magician. Yea you know those people working on street performing tricks? (eg. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;David Blaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) those are beggers. That makes no different than from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does'nt wear wizard hat, turn you into cockroach and kill you. He'd just turn you into a cockroach and live with you. Forgot to mention his name. He is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kenoph Lai&lt;/span&gt; or you could call him &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CANNOT FLY&lt;/span&gt;. Cheers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;The END OF PROM NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128116663035846386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Ryq672MDXvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/DkfqwU5hbb4/s320/P1010021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh yeah. Not to forget, today will be someone's birthday so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128135066970709842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RyrLrGMDX1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/aDepoNRhbS4/s320/13546nnp22d0851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Please smile if you see this (copied from kitty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-8011470705656133492?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/8011470705656133492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=8011470705656133492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8011470705656133492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8011470705656133492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/11/porn-prom-night.html' title='PROM NIGHT....'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RypdQWMDXpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KvEslK7RWzU/s72-c/DSC00324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-5076537264882078528</id><published>2007-10-29T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:12:29.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIEW : Prom Night</title><content type='html'>So how was the prom night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say I enjoy my moment there,&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I was there, I had a seat and&lt;br /&gt;pretended to be a statue until 12.00am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End of prom night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-5076537264882078528?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/5076537264882078528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=5076537264882078528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/5076537264882078528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/5076537264882078528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/10/review-prom-night.html' title='REVIEW : Prom Night'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-3225340923819088324</id><published>2007-10-17T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:07:27.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PREVIEW: prom night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt; month's ago, news about the prom night spread like wild flame. For our group, we have been consider, reconsider and rereconsider. I've been shaking and nodding my head simultaneously about attending that prestigueos night. My neck almost broke by that. A sense of "Popomama" like what general people would like to think about me. In the end, I decided to go for it after calculating all my budget, my time, my relationships(friend) and Feng Shui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;It all begin with this conversation.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : Let's go to the prom night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Very CHEAP ONLY. It will be fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : ......................................!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: follow me and everything is alright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll be the one to tuck you in at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And if you want to leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can guarantee You won't find nobody else like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : (Think awhile)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell I know,&lt;br /&gt;right now you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;A different side of me&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;M : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, I'll book ticket for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kl : ...............................................zzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122271673264319314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RxX28qf3K1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/MwBHCvK3kKs/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;-- &lt;em&gt;So here's some sneak peek about&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Man&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me in black.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122259664535759650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RxXsBqf3KyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FX97odYGaIM/s320/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;----&lt;em&gt;Most people prefer me without specs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, this is the first time I wear such formal suit nevertheless first time for prom night. I have no clear image how it's like. Therefore, I ask some of my friend, trying to obtain info and oppinions. I personally prefer lighter inner clothes + no tie. Meanwhile, some ask who will be my partner for that night. I too have no idea. Some even told me that I would lose my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hand's virginity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (possible). However let's hope not my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lip's virginity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Too precious....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-3225340923819088324?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/3225340923819088324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=3225340923819088324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/3225340923819088324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/3225340923819088324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/10/preview-prom-night.html' title='PREVIEW: prom night'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RxX28qf3K1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/MwBHCvK3kKs/s72-c/DSC00284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-2840765238428194981</id><published>2007-10-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T02:42:55.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The gathering</title><content type='html'>This post should be 6 days ago issue or 6000 years ago for Zhen's biological time.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, every friday is where the fun starts. Before that, I was inform by my ex-schoolmate that they will be having a gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RwPGEKf3KuI/AAAAAAAAANo/qxZtoBKF4Cc/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117151376462785250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RwPGEKf3KuI/AAAAAAAAANo/qxZtoBKF4Cc/s200/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a night where 2 moon appeared. I rubed my eyes vigorously, pinched my cheek and slaped &lt;strong&gt;Jonan&lt;/strong&gt; to confirm the weird scene. I concluded it wasn't a dream as &lt;strong&gt;Jonan &lt;/strong&gt;return back the favour. Everyone except Xiao Jiun had arrived when I reached the scene. The next thing I know, we were placing some orders to the waiter. The setting for the cafe were moderate, it has a slight romantic atmosphere with authentic KL night view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;-- L shape table formation&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RwO1Yaf3KrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WvEEwlI1JNc/s1600-h/1_100660041l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117133032657463986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RwO1Yaf3KrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WvEEwlI1JNc/s200/1_100660041l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Throughout the session, everyone were busy interacting with each other. For the boys, I guess we crapped alot with each other. Apparently, I approach &lt;strong&gt;Jessica&lt;/strong&gt; and the others by swaping seats. As usual, her face looked kinda pale. I started to cheerish her, but she wouldn't bother me. Her sharp eyes were staring at the bread chef. Later, she confessed that the bread chef looked hot and so the crowd went wild teasing her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RwPcC6f3KvI/AAAAAAAAANw/Qx0UmeBnxGw/s1600-h/1_250090130l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117175544243759858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RwPcC6f3KvI/AAAAAAAAANw/Qx0UmeBnxGw/s200/1_250090130l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time were precious for us. Therefore we took the oppurtunity to stroll around the area. Guided by our host, we were leaded to a sight viewing tower made of wood. However, the wooden tower were out of light which means creepy or romantic. We climbed up the tower and took some photograph together. As the clock reached around 10.00pm, some were already yawning. In the end, we bid farewell to each other wondering when will we gather again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;--acting creepy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117177000237673218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RwPdXqf3KwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rJ2t_MGQ5ME/s400/IMG_4432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I don't look gay in these pics although I disgust my own poses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-2840765238428194981?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/2840765238428194981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=2840765238428194981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/2840765238428194981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/2840765238428194981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/10/gathering.html' title='The gathering'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RwPGEKf3KuI/AAAAAAAAANo/qxZtoBKF4Cc/s72-c/Picture+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-4956044753288599190</id><published>2007-09-26T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:24:30.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night That Is Young</title><content type='html'>Saturday nights were always too young for me. As most our friends went back to &lt;s&gt;become pigs&lt;/s&gt; sleep, we shifted our yum cha location. A healthier place I would say due to less smokers there. We were down to 4 people and that made gossips easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Through the image on the below, no doubt we talked about &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the most as it seems to be taboo among our circle of friends.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114462765590194754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rvo4yaf3KkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0jwzmJPGy34/s400/1220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Left to right: Kah wai, Me, Andy&lt;br /&gt;(Note: Ignore the gayish hand pose) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114463538684308050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rvo5faf3KlI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1OjxkEAlOec/s400/honeyandclover01nx5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How we ate our supper that night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Chris ( requested by he himself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What we talk about him were purely lovey dovey stuff. To be honest, &lt;s&gt;Yau Yau&lt;/s&gt; Chia Chun gave a thumb's up that Chris have high chance to success in his current situation. Supporting with some relevant and debatable evidence how he could and would achieved. We even forecast how intimidate he would be if he is in love. Although we predescribe that he is kinda woody, but a fine wood under the love light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rvo1EKf3KjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9WmoN3Mn_rs/s1600-h/morita1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114458672486361650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rvo1EKf3KjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9WmoN3Mn_rs/s400/morita1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above that, what we talked the most was regarding someone who seems to change the most among our friends. Then we talked about our own situations but I'm not going to reveal it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--- my situation &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-4956044753288599190?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/4956044753288599190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=4956044753288599190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/4956044753288599190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/4956044753288599190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/09/night-that-is-young.html' title='The Night That Is Young'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rvo4yaf3KkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0jwzmJPGy34/s72-c/1220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-4516220252598808533</id><published>2007-09-18T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:30:03.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Private Ryan....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Ru6KvPrYUBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1jBLQEzRmPI/s1600-h/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111175171379056658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="115" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Ru6KvPrYUBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1jBLQEzRmPI/s200/DSC00221.JPG" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a long day of studies, I started to stare at my own bed that had been empty for a while. It seems to yell at me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Kleong !! Kleong !! Sleep with me !! Sleep with me!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I gulped with empty mouth. The temptation seems to be too attractive, and so I couldn't resist anymore. I Judo-ed myself onto it, the pain was simply enjoyable. God knows how desperate am I to have a decent sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111182361154310178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Ru6RRvrYUCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/06G26Fy1u5E/s200/DSC00223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As I take a closer look to my beloved matress, I discover that there lay my fallen hairs. I started to consider, have I gotten old ?&lt;br /&gt;Did I consume too much of MSG lately? Will I be Bald in the future? These questions were left undefine in my mind, its not that important for me. On the other hand, some questions were too hard to answer which leave me no choice. Oh, what the hell was I crapping about? Only a fools could tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whats the worst that I could say? Things are better if I stay. So long and good night. So long ....and good night (fall asleep*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-4516220252598808533?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/4516220252598808533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=4516220252598808533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/4516220252598808533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/4516220252598808533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/09/saving-private-ryan.html' title='Saving Private Ryan....'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Ru6KvPrYUBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1jBLQEzRmPI/s72-c/DSC00221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-4281061051191518807</id><published>2007-09-13T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T01:21:41.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 is a Bad number</title><content type='html'>From this point onwards, my time will be truely limited. I will be taking 14 units in total for this semester alone. Studies will be serious and hectic. Chasing time is a bad idea. Coffee will be bad for health. Homeworks aid my knowledge. Don't misunderstood that I will abandon this blog. Perhaps I will not visit or write blogs that frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rugdz_rYT9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/u83D_YaKxVo/s1600-h/Me+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109366556355743698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rugdz_rYT9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/u83D_YaKxVo/s200/Me+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt; Note : Im not acting cute but my parents adopted daughter insisted me to put cake into the mouth as shown. Nevertheless, I felt retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rugc0vrYT8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Y3ADl2D9K1U/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-4281061051191518807?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/4281061051191518807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=4281061051191518807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/4281061051191518807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/4281061051191518807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/09/14-is-bad-number_13.html' title='14 is a Bad number'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rugdz_rYT9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/u83D_YaKxVo/s72-c/Me+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-9159790813537898327</id><published>2007-09-10T09:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:11:19.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My curse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/-Rc_dKwkb_/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/-Rc_dKwkb_/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Click the start button to listen before reading my entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tips about me, I am at most emotional when listening to songs. While listening to this song (if you know what it means), it simply define my emotion towards my family. The lyrics is a direct hit, cracking the code that I wanted to say. To some of my friend, its not a new thing to know I have a broken home status. I wonder has it been 6 or 7 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm just too emotionless or rather rebelious confronting my family. I'm not a family guy. Thats one of the reason I rejected miss Y and X kind offer. 5 days ago my father handed me RM 1000 all a sudden. I did not speak any word, not even thanks or asking why. Instead, I put the stack of money on the food table with a message to deposit it into my bank. Diablotic I am, yet I know I am a pathetic son. I wish not people to concern about this. I just wanted to express something out, however.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-9159790813537898327?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/9159790813537898327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=9159790813537898327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/9159790813537898327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/9159790813537898327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-curse.html' title='My curse...'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-8382975123928312558</id><published>2007-09-02T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T07:44:22.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh?</title><content type='html'>It was a dark sacred night. After being dump by my college friends, I was invited by my other friends for count down. Hence, we headed to Hulu Langat area hill where birds eye view is easily obtained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I personally think that this outing sucks.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dumped by love birds (again).&lt;br /&gt;2. Cant find any seats = no food and no drinks.&lt;br /&gt;3. Where is the firework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Allow me to briefly elaborate the points. ( Some maybe offensive)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not the first time we were shooed away. To be percise, we were indirectly being shooed away. How? Its something very abstract to be explain. When a talkactive friend become quiet. When he/she started to drift away from the group. When questions are answer with indefinite answer. It seems that, socialize with them are nearly impossible. Therefore, the best solution is to leave them alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our original plan was to find a restaurant, have a sit and enjoy the fireworks. Eventually, the place were already packed and so our plan failed from the very beginning. We were forced to stand aside in hunger, cold and tiresome. Tortured by the delicious food fragrance was just speechless. I waited impatiently as the time seems to pass slower than usual. As soon as the clock reaches 12.00am. The inner me goes ' &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What the hell?&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-8382975123928312558?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/8382975123928312558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=8382975123928312558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8382975123928312558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/8382975123928312558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/09/malaysia-boleh.html' title='Malaysia Boleh?'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-1654168473188647665</id><published>2007-08-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T11:57:13.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>Feel no devil</title><content type='html'>Do you believe in ghost? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, I don't believe any ghost nor god that exist in this world. Yes, I am an infidel at this state. Thus, I gain immunity againts unholy movie. As for my holidays, I am having the best and worst time. My routine will be something like &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;online&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gaming&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;online&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gaming&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gaming&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; eat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; sleep&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;s&gt;study&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;watch tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;, sleep&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;s&gt;study&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gaming&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; eat&lt;/span&gt; and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facing the fact I have unhealty routine, I plan to make my blood circulation faster. If you are thinking sports now, you are wrong. I took an alternative path to make my heart beat faster which is to watch ghost movie. I lift my butt from the computer chair. Soon I headed to Yan Zheng's house transported by Andrew's Legendary Car " The BLACK MY-V SE". What so Legendary about this car? Try it yourself and you will know it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.gizmodo.com/cellphone_shitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="140" alt="" src="http://uk.gizmodo.com/cellphone_shitter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First on the horror movie list that will pump my adrenalin is &lt;s&gt;" The Shitter "&lt;/s&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Shutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". As the show began, we turned the lights off. Everything was dark in the room except the plasma television that glowed itself. Not to mention, the room was cold and it gave a sudden chill. Everything was all set so that we could enjoy the haunted effect. On the contray, we ordered pizzas which was rather unrelevant but delicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rs-j1LtFvMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tsEdr2t2DR4/s1600-h/676810350l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102477036904365250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rs-j1LtFvMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tsEdr2t2DR4/s200/676810350l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris noticed my bored like pose again (landing my cheeck againts my fist) but I don't give a damn. If one notice, the thing that kept everyone alert was the sound effect. Without the sound effect, I would have slept like a piglet. Next, we watched another movie which was rather disappointing. Throughout the session, Yan Zheng kept running away. Making lots of excuse such as going to the toilet, drink water and etc. Mean while, Andrew would always draw away his face from the horrific part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-1654168473188647665?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/1654168473188647665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=1654168473188647665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/1654168473188647665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/1654168473188647665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/08/feel-no-devil.html' title='Feel no devil'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rs-j1LtFvMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tsEdr2t2DR4/s72-c/676810350l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-1437797269650058291</id><published>2007-08-10T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T07:44:48.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steam boat</title><content type='html'>I love Friday for various reasons. First of all, I only required to attend physic practical which is fast, easy and somehow interesting than theory. Later on, I would take some light meal with my &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RrxZZzHlJgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gETL8DHunM0/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097047178030163458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RrxZZzHlJgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gETL8DHunM0/s200/DSC00150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;classmates while waiting those other &lt;s&gt;idiots&lt;/s&gt; course mate which is from Group A and Group B to be released. We proceed by playing basketball for an hour or two depends to their schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However today is a little different from what I've mention above. After I had my breakfast with Kok Chew &lt;s&gt;nerdie&lt;/s&gt;, I was asked to join a steam-bomb feast organize by no other but &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jing Chuen and Jia Wen&lt;/span&gt;. Without thinking twice, I volunteered myself to have some sensation there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RrxVGzHlJdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dX6IEEphyho/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097042453566137810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RrxVGzHlJdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dX6IEEphyho/s200/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I soon found myself inside their condominium. As I were waiting for food to be serve, I socialize with my dear classmates and even &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GAMBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; have some card games. Credits gain by &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Xin Hao&lt;/span&gt; who mostly won the game. Not long later, we swarm the food table and surround the 2 pots of rice cooker. I made a choice not to take too much nor too little as it will offend the girls &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(CHEFS).&lt;/span&gt; Overall, the food were nice but lack of varieties. Apart from that, it seems that fresh water had EXTICT. All that was left were 7up that made me even thirstier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RrxY_THlJfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/JCiIw-DdgMQ/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097046722763630066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RrxY_THlJfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/JCiIw-DdgMQ/s200/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After filling our tummy, we gather in Jing Chuen's room. We discovered that a petite rabbit was in its basket. Due to it's kawaiiness, I was lured to &lt;s&gt;molest&lt;/s&gt; tickled it with my index finger while Hui Hui and Jia Wen tried to &lt;s&gt;torture&lt;/s&gt; hold it. The rabbit seemed to resist anyone of us to hold it though. It came to my mind that rabbit meat for steamboat was'nt a bad idea. However, I was inform that it was Matthew's beloved pet thereforeI spared its life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RrxbWzHlJiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/PE3KTZM8y88/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097049325513811490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RrxbWzHlJiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/PE3KTZM8y88/s200/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; Adrian, Boon and I&lt;/span&gt; were like living parasites because we did not contribute from the very beginning. As a result, the host threw an order forcing us to clean up everything. Thankfully, Benjamin (Xin Hao) volunteered to lend a hand. We finish it at the fastest pace breaking any speed records. In the midst of that, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Matthew &lt;/span&gt;arrived. He came back from sushi making that were organized by Japanese Society. Not to mention, he did not bring any creation of his from the activity. I pretended to be his waiter in a joking way, coincidence I was cleaning the table. Soon, I made my escape with Boon and my ordinary routine continues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-1437797269650058291?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/1437797269650058291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=1437797269650058291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/1437797269650058291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/1437797269650058291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/08/steam-boat.html' title='Steam boat'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RrxZZzHlJgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gETL8DHunM0/s72-c/DSC00150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-7717944966763987073</id><published>2007-08-04T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T13:04:19.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunung Nuang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the delay. Some might have wonder why that I did not post anything new in the blog. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RrQHZjHlJaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WUeOqE5mDbw/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Considered that I'm not that good on writing my present life, I prefer to write something in the past that had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gunung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nuang&lt;/span&gt;? Well, its the highest mountain in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Selangor&lt;/span&gt; situated in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hulu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Langat&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow, I was summoned by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Beng&lt;/span&gt; and Kitty upon this trip. A trip to conquer this so called tallest mountain in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Selangor&lt;/span&gt; state. Without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hesitate&lt;/span&gt;, I kindly accepted their offer. Not to mention the day after will be another hectic college day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we reached the mountain skirt, we were guided by Kitty's uncle &lt;s&gt;who was Leopard&lt;/s&gt;. Kitty's uncle &lt;s&gt;or Leopard&lt;/s&gt; knows his way around the mountain and gave us some orders before we left him and his gang. It was something like "My son, time is precious. Come back before the sun is on the highest point. May the force be with you."Maybe it doesn't sound that dramatic but the points are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, Kitty the natural leader with nine lives leads our path. With his ability to land his &lt;s&gt;soft paws&lt;/s&gt; foot on the edges, we were able to climb up easily by following his exact steps. As for me, I'm particular no use but to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; the pace of Kitty because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Beng&lt;/span&gt; was having difficulties with his shoe. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Beng&lt;/span&gt; was quite sluggish due to his shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RrQH-THlJbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BTFgG2Ld7nw/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094705845328225714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RrQH-THlJbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BTFgG2Ld7nw/s200/DSC00143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The temperature were soothing cool. However we were constantly dehydrated due to excessive lost of sweat. Eventually, we met a bear like big guy who we have the same goal. Along the way, he shared some of his experience about mountain climbing and some other stuff. On the other hand, he slows down our pace to reach the peak as he was massive relative to anyone of us. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RrQIfDHlJcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QS-4FAkf670/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094706407968941506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RrQIfDHlJcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QS-4FAkf670/s200/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After long hours of climbing, we finally reached the up-est part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we were standing at the highest altitude in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Selangor&lt;/span&gt;. Instantly we collapse and had a quick rest before we go back. I would rather say it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; as we couldn't see anything from above, it was misty. I'm too bored to continue on, so I'll just stop here. By the way, it was raining when we were returning back. Tired was what we derived the adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-7717944966763987073?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/7717944966763987073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=7717944966763987073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7717944966763987073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7717944966763987073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/08/gunung-nuang.html' title='Gunung Nuang'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RrQH-THlJbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BTFgG2Ld7nw/s72-c/DSC00143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-5520744259667130511</id><published>2007-07-01T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:22:38.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>TRANSFORMER...deh deh deh deh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I woke up in the morning, I felt the sun ray piercing through my window curtain. Shinning bright at my face in order to bring me back to life. I stagger myself to the toilet to have a rinse of water at my face and not to forget brush my teeth. I reconize today is the day I'm going to watch TRANSFORMER. Before I could march myself to Kitty's house, there was a gap of 2 hours. Therefore, I took the oppurtunity to do some light workouts in my college gym. I'll fast forward from here until we join with the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most of the time, Kitty offer me and &lt;s&gt;MAWI&lt;/s&gt; Andy a lift to TS. Reached there almost an hour late due to traffic congestion. However we still have plenty of time before the movie starts. One of us suggested to loaf around Borders. Not a bad idea, as these &lt;s&gt;pervert&lt;/s&gt; friends love &lt;s&gt;hentai&lt;/s&gt; manga a lot. As for me, I prefer a non-fiction books. Later on we rushed to Lowyat for some last minute shopping. Had our lunch at TS food court. Meet up with Yan Zheng and Pui Mun. Buy pop corns and beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt; (the following content might contain some spoiler review)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tourism.net.nz/new-zealand/attractions/food-and-entertainment/dining-out/taupo/huka-prawn-park/prawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFORMER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://school.discovery.com/clipart/images/octopus2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://school.discovery.com/clipart/images/octopus2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a battle between good and evil.&lt;br /&gt;To be exact its a battle of &lt;s&gt;Optimus Prime&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Octopus Prime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;s&gt;Mega Tron&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mega Prawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Well guess who won in the end? No doubt the octopus would have win any prawn. It applied the same theory that most good wins evil at the end. I would say it has a nice blend of humour, love and war. It has fairly good computer graphics art and story line. The only problem I encounter is during most battle scene, that I was so blur which side is the antagonist and protagonist. Furthermore, the battle scenes seems to be quite messy and I had a minor headache by just focusing at anything. Perhaps the seats would make some difference. By the way, Starscream run like a coward at the end of the show. So expect there is still more to come in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-5520744259667130511?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/5520744259667130511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=5520744259667130511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/5520744259667130511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/5520744259667130511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-i-woke-up-in-morning-i-felt-sun-ray.html' title='TRANSFORMER...deh deh deh deh'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-4957180127714378947</id><published>2007-06-13T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:32:09.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tedious Holiday</title><content type='html'>After the exams that seems to be taking forever to finish, semester break awaits or should I say tedious holidays? What a coincidence, as my holiday starts my school friends' holidays ends. Frankly speaking, I have no idea how to spend my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RnANX25Z3AI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6ahVm3x4oeM/s1600-h/239261696_4e0a43ef32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RnANX25Z3AI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6ahVm3x4oeM/s200/239261696_4e0a43ef32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075571483570985986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seeing myself weak in physical health, once again I challenge myself to do some workout. Well it would be my ever enjoyed sports, basketball of course. Just of a reminder, my basketball talent seems to be degraded ever since Form 5 and I know it would be worse if I don't do anything. Therefore, I went to search for my sidekick name Yu Chuen code name "SiFu" along with couples of morons Hung Zhai, Jia Jun and Xing Xing. Together we seems to be invincible and so we challenge whoever that dare to cross the court boundaries. Eventually, we were beaten simultaneously by those unknown players who roam the court long before we do. Yup, we did lost every single match due to my lagging behind effort but still we enjoy the sweat that fill our clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RnANom5Z3BI/AAAAAAAAAGw/o88531vn3KI/s1600-h/distracted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RnANom5Z3BI/AAAAAAAAAGw/o88531vn3KI/s200/distracted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075571771333794834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some hot chicks around, it seems that me and my fellow &lt;s&gt;friends&lt;/s&gt; slaves were drooling and our eye twinkling at them. WAIT !! It might be a conspiracy by those bastard players in order to keep us distracted. No wonder we lose every single matches. CURSE them for using such filthy tactics. They better be prepare for the next time when we come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-4957180127714378947?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/4957180127714378947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=4957180127714378947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/4957180127714378947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/4957180127714378947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/06/tedious-holiday.html' title='Tedious Holiday'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RnANX25Z3AI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6ahVm3x4oeM/s72-c/239261696_4e0a43ef32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-538088750494728055</id><published>2007-06-12T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:34:07.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOUBLE TROUBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rm15UW5Z2_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/0UeNYyri2wA/s1600-h/eng_double_trouble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074845745767111666" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rm15UW5Z2_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/0UeNYyri2wA/s200/eng_double_trouble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being loved by other people seems to be something spectacular. Unless you love them back, it has a total opposite feeling. It's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was trying hard to convince Miss X not to pour love upon me, all a sudden pop up another girl, Miss Y. Through my un-sensitive brain, I wasn’t aware the presence of her. Up until last Saturday, during my conversation with Mr. ND-Tan, a fellow schoolmate, threw an unusual question, "Are you dating with Miss Y?." He caught my attention, subsequently I inquired him to make things clearer. The next day, I further bombard Myke with questions for confirmation. The good thing was Myke knew it all along, and claim it was a year ago issue. Perhaps, she should have told me earlier to enhance my prevention. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I was blown away, what could I say? It all seems to make sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as ND-Tan ask, Tan Tat accused and Myke explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'm neither interested to be with Miss X nor Miss Y. In other words, I am more interested to be normal friends than further relationship. The equation seems to be ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P ( Y &gt; 0 ) = 0&lt;br /&gt;P ( X &gt; 0 ) = 0&lt;br /&gt;P (ND-TAn &gt; 0 ) = -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those who studied statistic before will understand what I type above although it is quite confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the near future, she even plans to study in the same college as mine according to Myke. I'm in dilemma, as I have plenty of options at hand. Most importantly, I'm gasping for clean air. I. Someone please enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-538088750494728055?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/538088750494728055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=538088750494728055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/538088750494728055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/538088750494728055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/06/double-trouble.html' title='DOUBLE TROUBLE'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rm15UW5Z2_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/0UeNYyri2wA/s72-c/eng_double_trouble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-4288266458543419920</id><published>2007-06-09T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:37:29.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolishness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never could have seen this far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never could have seen this coming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems like my worlds falling apart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is everything so hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't think that I can do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;simple plan - perfect world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This post was actually on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lately, I've been busy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stu&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dying&lt;/span&gt; for my 1st semester final exam. Whenever there are studies, there are exams. Whenever there are exams, there are rooms for me to commit silly mistakes. Not to brag about, I have faith and confidence for all my exam paper. However, today physic unit 2 paper is an exception. It really upsets me due to my carelessness. Although I equip with suffice knowledge, studying in long durations does give some negative feedback. I felt quite unusual today as I step to the exam hall. It begin with the lost of my ID card which is required to enter the exam. Thankfully I was able to continue the exam without the student ID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would say that unit 2 is relatively hard then the 1st unit but still there are easy parts. The problem starts when I make the easy part to an abnormal hard question. I begin to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; and simply dish off the question with some kind of other stuff. Easy but contribute a lot of marks as the other questions have relations with the 1st one. As I know what was the correct answer, it was already too late. Hence I keep murmured at myself for the whole quarantine session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-4288266458543419920?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/4288266458543419920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=4288266458543419920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/4288266458543419920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/4288266458543419920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/06/foolishness.html' title='Foolishness'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-557372674735311916</id><published>2007-06-04T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:41:36.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleeping'/><title type='text'>Sleeping awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RmQWecV9zjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Q-7MX29UGu8/s1600-h/2197372_b4f3f41169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RmQWecV9zjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Q-7MX29UGu8/s200/2197372_b4f3f41169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072203792586231346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping is unavoidable for everyone due to it's importance to regain back ones physical strength at the same time refresh their soul. One could sleep in a blink of an eye when they are tired depends on the need. In comparison to me,  it seems that sleeping is as tough as exam. Every night I experience the same difficulties where dreamland is no where to be found in my deepest desire to sleep. Although I pretend to sleep by shutting my eye tight and remain a statue in the bed for 7 hours, unbelievable I'm still conscious. Despite of that, I did consult those who are success in this field. According to Mr. Wong Yan Zheng, professional in controlling biological time " listen to sentimental wordless songs. If you still can't, try to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;think of ME SMILING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  ". May Ying professional in food nutrient, as the saying goes " eat well sleep well ". I tried all the method but none give a bright result. Not to mention I laugh when I imagine of Yan Zheng smiling. If I'm not out of luck sometimes I might be permitted to enter the dreamland to refresh my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RmQVuMV9ziI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wK96jjZ4h00/s1600-h/revolutionary-war-015-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RmQVuMV9ziI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wK96jjZ4h00/s200/revolutionary-war-015-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072202963657543202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As far as I'm concern, I'm over stress by the final exam lately. In this war of pen and paper, weapon in a form of knowledge will distinguish who is the final winner. The more weapon you bring, the higher probability you will win a war. However, brutal force alone is just not the correct method for this modern battle. Instead they should come along with some genius strategies on usage of time. Further more, research such as bringing the right weapon and using it efficiently is equally important. For every great victory there comes great joy with sacrifice and for every loss there come sadness with disappointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-557372674735311916?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/557372674735311916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=557372674735311916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/557372674735311916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/557372674735311916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleeping-awake.html' title='Sleeping awake'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RmQWecV9zjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Q-7MX29UGu8/s72-c/2197372_b4f3f41169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-4082779262484082711</id><published>2007-05-07T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:12:08.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh.....'/><title type='text'>In the name Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061736532019457490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="175" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rj7mjsGjLdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ekMQq8TDA-w/s200/anime.chocolate4breakfast.com_wallpaper_red_1024.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt; Ok I dont know where and how to start. 1st of all, I'm really sorry for miss X. If you read this, I hope you truely understand my problem. Some of our missunderstand you might have taken it as faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss X, is a wonderful girl that some of the guys might be attracted to her. Some said I'm lucky that she had a crush on me. Indeed I'm equally glad that I attracted her all a sudden. I too have the urge to get into couple. However I cant lie to myself. I dont feel the equal love that she feels towards me. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the minor reason that I deny her kind offer is because, I lack of time and money to spend with you. Lame excuse huh (ignore it). Another is my family background that I dont wanna go in detail(too much). But the main point is, I cant find the love within you. It would be very unfair if a couple have unbalance love right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I told her how I felt but Miss X insisted " &lt;strong&gt;You Can't Stop Someone From Loving Someone, right?&lt;/strong&gt;" "&lt;strong&gt;Let Me Love You That Is Already Enough For Me&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I was like scratching my head how to answer that. After a long talk, we end up no where. I dont want to waste her time to wait me love her or what so ever. My motive is to reject her kindly thus maintain our friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-4082779262484082711?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/4082779262484082711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=4082779262484082711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/4082779262484082711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/4082779262484082711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-name-love.html' title='In the name Love?'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/Rj7mjsGjLdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ekMQq8TDA-w/s72-c/anime.chocolate4breakfast.com_wallpaper_red_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-5733197820646810288</id><published>2007-04-08T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:11:59.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20km/hour from TS to house......</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I will be having my Malaysian study &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;FINAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; exam. Facing this fact, I make a decision to change my study environment. Studying in home is indeed boring. So, I bring along my laptop and head to somewhere that i can online while studying. Why do I need to online? This is because I can use my laptop to help my study of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything goes to plan except my tyre were punctured. I phoned my mom and she told me ride back home slowly later. After finish all my study, indeed I did what my mom told me. I ride extremely slow at 20km per hour almost the same speed of a bicycle. Although it is 20km an hour, I feel that im riding a horse galloping in the middle of the road. And if I move more than 20km an hour, I will be like riding a bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is when I need to turn in a corner. It feels like I am actually "piau yee" drifting. Some passer-by glared at me with a "wth" look in their face. At the end I reach home with a worn out tyre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-5733197820646810288?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/5733197820646810288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=5733197820646810288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/5733197820646810288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/5733197820646810288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/04/20kmhour-from-ts-to-house.html' title='20km/hour from TS to house......'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-1471490499699622824</id><published>2007-02-28T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:36:47.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting trip</title><content type='html'>Genting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This trip consist of ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris - tour guide (went to genting like eating chap fan)&lt;br /&gt;Beng - Financial expert (likes to calculate)&lt;br /&gt;Yzheng - sms lover (go to genting but only sms GF)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myke - Chairman of this trip ( Ideas come from here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edwand - Sponsor for chairman (chairman's ATM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marcus - Security guard ( tough guy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xiao Jiun - Mischevous girl ( I dont know her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet everyone except Myke in Cempaka station, saw Xiao Jiun. Since i didnt keep in contact with her for so long I will just describe her and Marcus. She has maggie mee hair, candy socks, sushi like wearings ( outside black and inside other colour). Marcus's is actually Tek Heng a long lost senior of mine who play basketball when i was in high school. Generally he ok to me, but I was shock that he is currently Xiao Jiun's BF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reach Genting about 10.30 and we straight away checked in staying in Hotel Themepark. The rooms are average but the TV receptions sucks ( cant watch 8tv). We left our belongings and head to Marry Brown for our Brunch. Went to themepark and played every exciting rides such as roller coaster. Some of us were tired after 2-3 hours of conservative games. As a result, we all decided to go back hotel and had some rest. From here onwards, 8 of us were divided into 2 groups ( the lonewolf and the love birds). Me? I belongs to the lonewolf of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most probabbly Myke and the others wanted to have some personal times, so I dont what they did later on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ReWd_vVX89I/AAAAAAAAAEg/V8Z76xXtX5k/s1600-h/DSC00669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036605476647203794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ReWd_vVX89I/AAAAAAAAAEg/V8Z76xXtX5k/s200/DSC00669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ReWe0PVX8-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JIRcOtma1oI/s1600-h/DSC00710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036606378590335970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ReWe0PVX8-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JIRcOtma1oI/s200/DSC00710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ReWe0PVX8-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JIRcOtma1oI/s1600-h/DSC00710.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ReWe0PVX8-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JIRcOtma1oI/s1600-h/DSC00710.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ReWgmfVX9AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/69gdxoZXMLQ/s1600-h/DSC00757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036608341390390274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ReWgmfVX9AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/69gdxoZXMLQ/s200/DSC00757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ReWf_fVX8_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Hbk_yMOikvk/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036607671375492082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ReWf_fVX8_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Hbk_yMOikvk/s200/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a picture describe a tousand words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-1471490499699622824?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/1471490499699622824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=1471490499699622824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/1471490499699622824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/1471490499699622824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/02/genting-trip.html' title='Genting trip'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/ReWd_vVX89I/AAAAAAAAAEg/V8Z76xXtX5k/s72-c/DSC00669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-7967570214394028677</id><published>2007-01-10T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T14:11:45.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UCSI day 1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fjlx.net/images/sty/sty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fjlx.net/images/sty/sty.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll brief about myself and UCSI...&lt;br /&gt;My family and I decided that I take GCE A-Level london because the system of examination is simply nice from our point of view. Too bad TARC does not offer London A-level as UCSI does. Due to that, I join UCSI. Simple answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here is the main meal, I have a little bit of nervous + excited. The 1st thing I did was trying to  seek information from Miss Joen ( admin for pre-U). Well as a new student I still have plenty of things I need to ask her. However, she was not available and I went to my classroom straight away. Finding my classroom is hard as there are no room numbers for me to refer. So, I decided to inquire someone. When the class commenced, I listen decently to the lecturer. Eventually, I found out that I was in the wrong class during the break. Calmly, I decided to stay in the class so that I wont attract to much of attention. Futhermore, the lesson is about maths and it is one of the subject that I take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication with classmate is ok, but still need slightly more time to mix up. Especially with girls. Need to brush up my mandarin and also english. The lesson is more or less the same as Form 5 but there are always new things to learn. Overall, I kinda felt embarrassed about the event that happen and it makes me braver in an odd way to mix around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-7967570214394028677?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/7967570214394028677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=7967570214394028677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7967570214394028677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7967570214394028677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2007/01/ucsi-day-1.html' title='UCSI day 1...'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554434901371242096.post-7296938067415988901</id><published>2006-12-24T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:29:58.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RZSLMZZdI7I/AAAAAAAAACo/kyO3AfuGmIc/s1600-h/baa9scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RZSLMZZdI7I/AAAAAAAAACo/kyO3AfuGmIc/s320/baa9scd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013785330262549426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&gt; Group photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Found that our room have no toilet/bathroom inside&lt;br /&gt;-  There is only public toilet/bathroom where any gender can go inside @@&lt;br /&gt;-  Mixed up pretty well fellow roommates and other participants&lt;br /&gt;-  We prank calls other people and also our trainers.&lt;br /&gt;-  Saw a guy looks like Jonan's brother...&lt;br /&gt;-  Hardly able to sleep ( maybe because the room too cold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RZTMB5ZdJAI/AAAAAAAAADk/rTKh1OgWcOA/s1600-h/8dd6scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RZTMB5ZdJAI/AAAAAAAAADk/rTKh1OgWcOA/s320/8dd6scd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013856618129728514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&gt; Steven Mugen ( Trainer that deliver humour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-  Sleep at 1.20am and wake up at 6.00am. (lucky i got bring my alarm clock)&lt;br /&gt;-  Have our every meal.&lt;br /&gt;-  Try to participate more in the classroom by asking silly questions.&lt;br /&gt;-  Laugh through the whole session because of humour by the trainers&lt;br /&gt;-  Played basketball and volleyball when free time. ( with fake Jonan's bro)&lt;br /&gt;-  Steven Mugen ( trainer) went to our friend's room half naked&lt;br /&gt;-  Went to girls room play card game and joke around and .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RZSLk5ZdI9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/dhIEYP7wwEo/s1600-h/f71fscd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RZSLk5ZdI9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/dhIEYP7wwEo/s320/f71fscd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013785751169344466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&gt; Me advertising something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Almost same as day 2.&lt;br /&gt;-  Given a task to advertise something to the audience ( end up crapping alot)&lt;br /&gt;-  Practice our sketch. ( Mr and Mrs Smith = not yet watch)&lt;br /&gt;-  Had a hard time being Brad Pot because need to act flirting Angelina Joker....&lt;br /&gt;-  Being Slap by Angelina Joker in the act 3 times (she enjoys it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RZSLxpZdI-I/AAAAAAAAADA/McHObrLUB5o/s1600-h/f8d4scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RZSLxpZdI-I/AAAAAAAAADA/McHObrLUB5o/s320/f8d4scd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013785970212676578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&gt; YOu wanna FIGHT?? ( being slap continuously)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  We get the 1st group to perform the sketch&lt;br /&gt;-  Watched other participants' sketch, indeed interesting and funny&lt;br /&gt;-  Felt bad because I know our group sketch is the lousiest of them&lt;br /&gt;- Had Photograph with them and say good bye. (miss them alot)&lt;br /&gt;-  Check out and have our last meal.&lt;br /&gt;-  Ride my motorcycle to home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RZSLbJZdI8I/AAAAAAAAACw/HzEhLiJpwt4/s1600-h/93afscd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RZSLbJZdI8I/AAAAAAAAACw/HzEhLiJpwt4/s320/93afscd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013785583665619906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554434901371242096-7296938067415988901?l=kleong0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/feeds/7296938067415988901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7554434901371242096&amp;postID=7296938067415988901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7296938067415988901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7554434901371242096/posts/default/7296938067415988901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleong0.blogspot.com/2006/12/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>Kleong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323531531507209952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/SQ0D5057amI/AAAAAAAAAl0/S60jRmlHcGU/S220/IMG_0046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZpm11G8IBo/RZSLMZZdI7I/AAAAAAAAACo/kyO3AfuGmIc/s72-c/baa9scd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
