<?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-8413262</id><updated>2012-01-28T07:06:38.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello WoRLdDDDDDD!</title><subtitle type='html'>What we think, we become.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-8666960005729438594</id><published>2007-11-28T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T05:35:25.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is The Alcohol?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This entry is directed to the drinkers (Btw, I'm not one.)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here for a week plus already and guess what? In every supermarket/departmental/hypermarket store I've been to, not one of them have any alcohol on their shelves! Apparently, the United Arab Emirates restricts the purchase of alcohol from a liquor store(if there's any) to non-Muslim foreigners who have residence permits and who have an Interior Ministry liquor license ( some kind of licence laa..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol of any form is very, very, very, VERY expensive and is served only in certain international hotels and totally unavailable in the city.&lt;br /&gt;To be able to purchase them, you need some kind of permit or some sort. IF you manage to get your hands on 'em, you've got to be careful not to be spotted because drinking alcohol or be drunk in public is a punsihable offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week plus of scouting around, this is the closest I got to alcohol :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137629148207904882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/R0yGfW6f-HI/AAAAAAAAAaE/noLQN6Ovp1E/s400/P1240597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Budweiser-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ever heard of Budweiser? This is the non-alcoholic version of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137629156797839490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="423" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/R0yGf26f-II/AAAAAAAAAaM/4Fzc-LeddPQ/s400/P1240625+.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; -Front-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In Arabic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137629165387774098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/R0yGgW6f-JI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8gwX7KNdOrQ/s400/P1240627+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;-Back-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NON-ALCOHOLIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137629169682741410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="417" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/R0yGgm6f-KI/AAAAAAAAAac/XU_165RivE4/s400/P1240665.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Bavaria-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Beer" from Holland.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next entry, take care &amp; God bless! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps, the weather is awesome here! It's bout 20-23 Celcius. I love it here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-8666960005729438594?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/8666960005729438594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=8666960005729438594&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/8666960005729438594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/8666960005729438594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-is-alcohol.html' title='Where Is The Alcohol?'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/R0yGfW6f-HI/AAAAAAAAAaE/noLQN6Ovp1E/s72-c/P1240597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-1347360524189770612</id><published>2007-11-25T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T06:48:54.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>News From Timur Tengah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shwe Ying had a lovely alone time today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shwe Ying had a jog at Corniche (a seafront park/walkway) today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shwe Ying witnessed the most beautiful sunset while jogging today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shwe Ying appreciates her life even more now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136539240127002722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/R0inOW6f-GI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/r8Vtt-c7UPk/s400/P1240388.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Sheer Bliss-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Picture taken @ Jebel Hafeet Mountain, Al Ain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-1347360524189770612?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/1347360524189770612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=1347360524189770612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/1347360524189770612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/1347360524189770612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/11/news-from-tengah-timur.html' title='News From Timur Tengah.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/R0inOW6f-GI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/r8Vtt-c7UPk/s72-c/P1240388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-2422865160432584163</id><published>2007-11-23T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:58:40.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh Out Loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught sight of this during my trip to the Heritage Village,Breakwater. 'Twas fascinating and I thought it would be selfish of me if I dont share what I saw to my beloved readers. Have a good laugh like I did! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135705239082498114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/R0WwtG6f-EI/AAAAAAAAAZs/I1mz7PVoVOo/s400/P1240029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Fascinating!-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken @ Heritage Village, Breakwaters, Abu Dhabi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Know what is this? Give a wild guess! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hehehehehe! I dedicate this picture to my friends back home! I can already imagine Ping clutching her stomach giggling, Mel going, "WTF!" with a smile and my Cullinary Agent partner smacking his forehead. &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/8413262-2422865160432584163?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/2422865160432584163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=2422865160432584163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/2422865160432584163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/2422865160432584163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/11/laugh-out-loud.html' title='Laugh Out Loud'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/R0WwtG6f-EI/AAAAAAAAAZs/I1mz7PVoVOo/s72-c/P1240029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-2262624376029574750</id><published>2007-11-20T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T02:42:49.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ahlan wa sahlan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Greetings from Abu Dhabi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just so you know, Shwe Ying The Great is doing superbly truperbly fine in the land of camels! hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a lot to say and a lot of pictures to show actually but I dont know where to start. So, I'm gonna end here! =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll post up some stuff the next time la. hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till next time, take care &amp;amp; God blesS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-2262624376029574750?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/2262624376029574750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=2262624376029574750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/2262624376029574750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/2262624376029574750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/11/greetings.html' title='Greetings!'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-2151035461135067247</id><published>2007-11-15T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T09:05:14.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dear world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you been up to, world? Anything gripping? What did you do today? How bout the past few weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon? You want to know what have I been up to? Sure..sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Striving to answer my circuits paper without freaking out(had a lil trouble there..), my finals ended. That was two weeks ago. Since then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer daylistening to the murmur of water,or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rest is not idleness, and to sleep in till 5-6ishpm on a daily basis listening to my own snores,or squinting my eyes as the sun rays float across my room , is hardly a waste of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 415px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="1754" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img103.imageshack.us/img103/1790/82156419rb8.jpg" width="1762" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-zZzzZZzz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sleep is good!&lt;br /&gt;This pig is either Jo or me..I'm not too sure. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture taken @ Cherating, Pahang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a team makes a commitment to act as one, the sky's the limit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;2 days back-to-back Techflow's Committee Planning Retreat at our beloved advisor, Mr Mike's house, was stomach satisfying(thanks to Mr Mike's wife who is a fabulous cook, Mary Anne!), fruitful,and ber-bonding.Performances throughtout the first semester were evaluated openly.Next semester to be a smooth one with few problems was prayed for.Following semester's activities were planned.When we come together as one in God's presence, the sky's the limit! We have many proposed activities to be carried out once approved!I must say, next semester gonna be massive and fun especially with the christmas play coming up on the 17th of December! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="1640" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/4641/22377622dq3.jpg" width="1563" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Techflow's Committee 2007/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Committee Planning Retreat 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture taken @ Mr Mike's House, Balakong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography is an art of observation. It's about finding something interesting in an ordinary place. It has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just a week ago, the photographers from Jusco magazine came over to photograph chinese new year cookies eg. pineapple tarts baked by my aunt. They needed antiques and stuff to go with the cookies and knowing my mum has those things, my aunt suggested coming over here to do the photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="1554" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/3636/50364772yr4.jpg" width="1806" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-On The Set-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture taken @ My House, Sunway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 427px" height="2231" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/8854/80431169al2.jpg" width="518" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The Photographer-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In photography everything is so ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It takes a lot of looking before you learn to see the ordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="1559" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/1585/17864166bi4.jpg" width="758" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The Model-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is what they've been photographing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Too bad I dont have the actual photos that they took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 358px" height="2437" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/103/77947648uv5.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The Camera-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I want this camera too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddies and I will try to make a point to meet up for a drink at least once a week. I love our(most of us) favourite maggi goreng cook by the 'misai' man in Melur for supper. I love it when we just sit down and talk silly the entire night. It doesnt matter whether we're at some stinking mamak that's infested with rats and cockroaches or at any of our place sipping our beer bought from 7 Eleven or my newly invented 'Accident' drink! We are so diverse yet we get along so well! Love my buddies lots! = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 422px; HEIGHT: 312px" height="1232" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/4452/94069387pw7.jpg" width="1549" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-My Buddies!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Much of the vitality in a friendship lies in the honouring of differences, not simply in the enjoyment of similarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture taken @ Mount Kiara.&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Chong Ai-Lynn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What else? hm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! I'm flying off to Abu Dhabi in a few hours time. = )&lt;br /&gt;You know what? God is an awesome God. Seriously.. A year ago, things werent exactly what a person would call a financial constraint free life. To be honest here,my family was on the verge of declaring bankrupt. You know, when one declares bankrupt, it means one are legally financially insolvent.In simpler words, whatever businesses owned by you will be shut down mercilessly. Valuable assets including your home handed over to the trustee. Bank accounts closed. Professional and business status lost.&lt;br /&gt;Things changed for the better when the opportunity for my dad to work in Abu Dhabi came knocking on the door . Thank God.. I believe everything happens in His time. Perfect timing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now that I have told you what I have been up to, what's up, world? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 438px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="1076" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/9440/8copykw0.jpg" width="1144" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Yours Truly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture taken @ Uniten, Bangi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/8413262-2151035461135067247?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/2151035461135067247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=2151035461135067247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/2151035461135067247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/2151035461135067247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/11/glimpse.html' title='Glimpse.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-3914770491952183560</id><published>2007-11-01T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:57:33.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Shoutout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4 down, 1 more to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Circuits paper tomorrow..*prays*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then i'm done with my Year 1 Semester 1(a lil bit potong stim here..) 2007/2008 Bachelor of Electrical &amp;amp; Electronic Engineering (Hons.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;14 credit hours down, 110 credit hours more to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 semester down, 7 semester more to go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;3 years ++ till graduation.. panjangnyer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blessed 19th bdayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy to Kit!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stay cool, donmonnoob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(internal joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're loved! muakxxxxx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We'll party after my exams k! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127854616678183730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RynMmvbzMzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/kpEtncsead8/s400/P1210184.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-October Baby-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kit! One of my oldest friend I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love this monkey to pieces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127854711167464258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RynMsPbzM0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/iqI11JPysf4/s400/P1210890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Kit's Surprise-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Delle, Val, Yin, &amp;amp; Lynn missing though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pic taken @ Kit's place. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-3914770491952183560?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/3914770491952183560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=3914770491952183560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/3914770491952183560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/3914770491952183560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-shoutout.html' title='Just A Shoutout.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RynMmvbzMzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/kpEtncsead8/s72-c/P1210184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-1236528761838695429</id><published>2007-10-28T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:44:56.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another child...</title><content type='html'>Another loss..&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I have nothing but my condolence to offer..&lt;br /&gt;I am really sorry for your loss.&lt;br /&gt;You will be kept in my thoughts and prayers too.&lt;br /&gt;Your dad, he is a good man. Keep him alive in your memory and heart till you meet him again in Heaven. Do take care k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help them be willing to let You heal those hurts so they won't become increasingly destructive over time, for You are the Lord who heals. They're hurting for many reasons, and I ask You to help them through this season of loss. I reach out to You, the Father of compassion and the Source of every comfort, asking You to touch them with Your unfailing love and kindness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-1236528761838695429?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/1236528761838695429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=1236528761838695429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/1236528761838695429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/1236528761838695429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-child.html' title='Another child...'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-1525189058093182270</id><published>2007-10-23T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:33:04.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven's Tears...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bless those who mourn, Lord, with the comfort of Your love that they may face each new day with hope. May their memories become joyful, and their lives encircled by Your love. Some of them have received emotional wounds, some of them severe. Help them be willing to let You heal those hurts so they won't become increasingly destructive over time, for You are the Lord who heals. They're hurting for many reasons, and I ask You to help them through this season of loss. I reach out to You, the Father of compassion and the Source of every comfort, asking You to touch them with Your unfailing love and kindness. Be their God who comforts them as they're going through their struggles. Come alongside them in their pain, and strengthen them so they'll one day be able to help others who face the same struggles. You're close to people whose hearts are breaking, those who are discouraged and have given up hope. May You who see their troubles and grief respond when they cry out. When they're hurting, help them find their joy in You, for it's Your joy that will be their strength. Fill them with Your joy, peace, and hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Help them experience the love, joy, and peace that are the results of His life in them, no matter what they're going through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;lifted my eyes from the cold concrete. Rose over the horizon like the sunlight, lightning stroke the hard earths heart. Drops of heaven’s tears flung from the gathered dark clouds above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I deeply contemplated the transient nature of life. We depart one after another more quickly than the dewdrops on the tips of the blades of the grass. We may have radiant faces in the morning, but by evening, we may turn into white ashes. Once the wind of impermanence have blown, our eyes are instantly closed and our breath stops forever. Our radiant face changes colour and the attractive countenance is lost. The ephemeral nature of human existence is such that death comes to young and old without any discrimnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The drops of water steadily got bigger and dropped faster. My hands tried to catch the rain as they fall. I watched them as each drop that fell on my hand slipped away gently in a slow,even rhythm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I then looked at you. Emotions withheld within the realms of the mind and no emotions shown except the blank expression of time and blankness. I am at a loss for words to say for the pain you are going through. But I want you to know, I am here for you. You will be in my thoughts and prayers. There are many too, who care and are keeping you in their thoughts and prayers. We all love you. I know this loss is harder than most difficult times along life’s way.If I could change things please know I surely would...for this great man you are grieving for, the man you called Dad, Daddy, Papa.. will remain in your heart. He is not really gone...keep him alive in your memory till you meet again many years from now in another land. In a better place. In Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The drops continued streaming as I turned my face to the endless sky above me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With this, I end this entry with my sincere condolence. Do take care, girl..All of us are here for you. We'll be keeping you and your family in our thoughts and prayers. We love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124899967057089570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Rx9NXf3ZVCI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HTs7zDanzyo/s400/P1040295+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Heaven-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A paradise we will depart to at the end of this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture taken @ Casa Rachado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-1525189058093182270?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/1525189058093182270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=1525189058093182270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/1525189058093182270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/1525189058093182270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/10/heavens-tears.html' title='Heaven&apos;s Tears...'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Rx9NXf3ZVCI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HTs7zDanzyo/s72-c/P1040295+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-1278223380431736532</id><published>2007-10-20T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:22:30.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chases.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RxnMytCYYfI/AAAAAAAAAY0/3GhWzcj8zq4/s1600-h/P1210468.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You can spend your whole life building something from nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One storm can come and blow it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Build it anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can chase a dream that seems so out of reach and you know it might not ever come your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dream it anyway"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Do it anyway by Martina McBride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dreams of doing something crazy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;beyond ordinary imagination,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;An adventure probably? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Wants to make a difference one day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Change the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A journey of a thousand miles begin with one step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nothing is going to stop me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Just try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but right now, i've got to study for my finals that starts on 29th of Oct till the 2nd Nov! Boohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123351506033598978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RxnNDNCYYgI/AAAAAAAAAY8/M85_MDvlRwE/s400/P1190634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Sea of Opportunities-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It is a wide open ocean out there that is filled with opportunities to achive your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a matter of catching it into your net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture taken at Port Dickson, N.Sembilan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-1278223380431736532?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/1278223380431736532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=1278223380431736532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/1278223380431736532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/1278223380431736532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/10/chase-it.html' title='Chases.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RxnNDNCYYgI/AAAAAAAAAY8/M85_MDvlRwE/s72-c/P1190634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-7833958856378034225</id><published>2007-10-18T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T06:38:06.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restoration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was lost. I was filled with hatred,anger, pain, sadness. I couldnt study. I couldnt be my usual self. I think I just made someone my victim and probably caused a hairline crack to be a pile of rubble. I didnt know what was going on and I still dont. I just cannot put my finger on it. Vicious mood swings? I didnt know who to turn to anymore in fear of being accused of complaining too much, grumbling too much, or even wallowing in self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know, there IS someone who would be willing to stand alongside me throughout this sucky moment. God. God, our Lord Jesus, our Father in Heaven. He will never judge you with whatever it is you have to say. He listens patiently. He is the only person you can actually pour out everything to without worrying that it is too much. It is comforting to know someone so powerful like Him actually listens.Not only does He take your pain away, He restores you. I spoke to Him today. It took me a long time to touch on every detail but it was satisfying. How to speak to Him? Prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel like nothing else in this world can cause me to tumble. I admit shamefully, I've back-slidden since a few months ago. I am in no position to claim I am a good testimony to others because I know I am not. Anyway, what I am trying to say here is, don't give up on God. Believe in Him for He will bring you comfort,strength,..everything that He thinks you need. Have faith. Trust in Him. You are a friend of God and He calls you a friend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your request to God." -Philippians 4:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I lift up my eyes to the hills-where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth." - Psalms 121:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122437486351203266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RxaNwQYbu8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/yOdW64g3lN8/s400/P1210468.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;The Cross-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thank You Lord for the comfort You gave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken @ the chapel in Methodist Centre, Port Dickson,Negeri Sembilan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-7833958856378034225?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/7833958856378034225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=7833958856378034225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/7833958856378034225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/7833958856378034225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/10/restoration.html' title='Restoration.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RxaNwQYbu8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/yOdW64g3lN8/s72-c/P1210468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-6632120007121877696</id><published>2007-10-17T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:32:37.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lingering Thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't make someone your priority if you're just an option."-Anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm in love with this quote. With just 10 simple words, it says so much. It's nothing inspirational but it sure is something that one could sleep on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Don't linger around the thought anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Get out from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Stop letting it play with your mind and your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Let it go if you know you're just an option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Suffer no more, my friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;For I am here to open your eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;For I am here to open your mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;For I am here to open your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nothing is fair in this world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nothing is perfect in this world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nothing is angelic in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You're surrounded by filth and cruelty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Filth and cruelty, i tell ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Filth and cruelty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Go out there, do what you are brought here for, I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Don't look back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Go forth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Never look back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Begone are those who made you an option,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Embrace those who made you their priority,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;For they are the reason to sweetness in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122263810758654866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RxXvzAYbu5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/lG0q4JH3qmk/s400/P1190552.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seclusion-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The need to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture taken at a beach in Port Dickson, Negeri Sembilan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-6632120007121877696?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/6632120007121877696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=6632120007121877696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/6632120007121877696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/6632120007121877696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/10/she-lingers.html' title='Lingering Thought.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RxXvzAYbu5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/lG0q4JH3qmk/s72-c/P1190552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-4990831454687791025</id><published>2007-10-16T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T05:03:40.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so she says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shwe Ying The Great returns after many months of missing in action. I know you readers are going, " it's about effing time she finally brings this dead stinking blog to life." ;)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha what can i say? i'm a lazy &lt;em&gt;pandi (&lt;/em&gt;pig)!&lt;br /&gt;Me blogging on a Tuesday morning (2.44am) is the beginning of a new day. I have been given this day to use as I will and I chose to waste it by blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I would like to talk about changes. If i'm not wrong, i've talked bout it before. hehe.. ya but I want to talk bout it again, you got a problem with that? huh? huh? huh?! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Changes. I loathed and still am loathing changes.but hey, it is all parts and pieces of the life puzzle. If you miss one piece, it wont be a complete puzzle.If there aren't any changes in life, it's not life anymore. I once told a friend, (actually, I told more than one person. hehe..) each and every one of us, whether we like it or not, are obliged to go through 6 phases in life. ie. 6 level of changes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The end of our schooling years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more school uniforms. No more begging for the pass just to go to the toilet to answer nature's call. No more Monday morning boring speeches. No more stinking toilets. No more playing rugby at the canteen just to buy a piece of curry puffs&lt;br /&gt;(I dont have to go through all that though. I was a prefect! muahahhahhaha..!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Going to university/college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then see two roads diverged in a deep open field. You are on your own pursuing your dreams. Some have no choice but to study locally(dammnnit! i'm one of them.bollocks!). Some CHOOSE to study locally. Some further their tertiary education overseas. No, not just over the seas to langkawi or pulau tioman. Over the seas as in places like Australia, UK(not Ulu Klang, mind you.) and US(not Ulu Selangor!hehe..lame. )! Those lucky bastards. =P&lt;br /&gt;You get new friends. New environment. New attitude. New personality. New.. everything! Somehow, one will change. One will be different at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice, at this phase in life, the hottest question that's at the tip of not only your tongue, but every living human's tongue, is " What are you studying or where are you studying? or BOTH!" Those questions get thrown at you so often, I think you should just write 'em down on a cardboard and hang it at your neck. oh, you should write the questions on a cardboard too.So, whenever you see anyone about your age, just smack that cardboard right at their face.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking from experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. The dog eat dog world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work.Those studied overseas might return to their country to work.Some might not. Those studied locally might fly off to work. Some might not.&lt;br /&gt;One by one will start working after graduating. Then come the next hottest question, " What are you working as? Which company?"&lt;br /&gt;You can do the whole cardboard thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Matrimony.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first wedding invitation card reaches your doorstep, you know it's the marriage season. Your fellow friends will be getting married. YOU will be getting married. What's the next hottest question? "Where did you go for your honeymoon?"&lt;br /&gt;Get ready the cardboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. My kid cant stop peeing in his pants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes after marriage? Kids. You'll be busy milking yourself to feed your baby. You'll be pulling your hair thinking why the hell is your kid stripping his pants every single minute!&lt;br /&gt;Next hottest question, " How many kids you have? What's his/her name?"&lt;br /&gt;You can upgrade from cardboards to holograms or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6.Till death do us apart(added by Delle).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return."- Genesis 3:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not looking forward to this phase in life. I cannot bear the thought of being at any of my friends's funeral. It's... terrifying! It's worse than waking up one day and realising your ability to see has been taken away from you. It sucks. You know what? I want to be the first to go among my friends. I don't want to go through the most painful pain that ever exist, emotional pain. It's just too painful.. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6 phases in life one has to go through. Every phase changes a person. It moulds you bit by bit without you realising it. Along the way, there will be countless obstacles.You'll reach the highest peak in your life. You'll also reach your lowest. And that my friend, moulds you into a better stronger and wiser person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have more to type here actually. There are many things in my mind that I would like to share here like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the moment I rode my brother's Kawasaki Ninja bike(the cool huge ass bike!!) all by my own(it was awesomeEeEeeeeeeeeeee!),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the time I saw two f***king assholes on a moterbike ran away after banging a car that caused a huge part of the front bumper to fall off(happened yesterday! thank God it wasnt my car.. or else, I'd be so pissed, I'll run over the motorcyclist till their intestines splat out from their assholes like those cats and dogs that got hit by cars. ),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the many things that I dream of doing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and, how much I miss delle and val (delle left for the US and val left for the UK to further their studies..). I miss them both so much, I'll fly over there right now just to see them if I have money. sobs. dammnnit, now i have mucus stuck at my nostrils! *blows*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and, many many more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till my next post, take care &amp;amp; God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121666058685234050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RxPQJQYbu4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/mHRBZd4BlCc/s400/P1160914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; -Typical-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Malaysian style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This picture was taken in the heart of Kuala Lumpur. It shows a throng of people at a street of stalls.&lt;br /&gt;This picture is just a random picture. I was looking through my photos and decided to edit it and post it up here.&lt;/span&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/8413262-4990831454687791025?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/4990831454687791025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=4990831454687791025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4990831454687791025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4990831454687791025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-so-she-says.html' title='And so she says...'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RxPQJQYbu4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/mHRBZd4BlCc/s72-c/P1160914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-9120610661564651115</id><published>2007-08-14T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T01:34:22.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law of attraction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The law of attraction is seriously damn blardyy powerful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I kid you not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-9120610661564651115?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/9120610661564651115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=9120610661564651115&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/9120610661564651115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/9120610661564651115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/08/law-of-attraction.html' title='Law of attraction.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-3839509536312394054</id><published>2007-08-11T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T03:43:29.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Savvy Shopper.</title><content type='html'>Malaysians love to shop. Ask any tourist guide who has led a Malaysian tour group and he'll probably tell you that "When are we going shopping?" is the most frequently asked question, not "When are we going to see the bunch of famous old stones?" or "When are we visiting the biggest cathedral in the country?"&lt;br /&gt;Even when we're not on holiday, shopping ranks high on our list of pleasurable things to do. If you don't believe me, visit a shopping mall on a weekend or public holiday. Sometimes you can't even enter the car park due to the congestion, let alone get a parking spot, let alone step foot into the mall unless you park illegally on the road outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising inflation doesn't seem to have dampeneed the shopping spirit of these crowds are anything to go by. Truth be told, if one practises some self-restraint, she need not burst her budget unnecessary spending. In fact, she doesn't even have to spend a single cent at the mall!&lt;br /&gt;Here's how a savvy shopper can shop with an empty wallet. Technically, it should be a window shopper as no purchase is made but for the sake of a nice sounding moniker, let's stick to savvy shopper. And let's assume that the savvy shopper is a WOMAN to avoid the he/she conundrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers (especially those who are the females), pay attention to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How a savvy shopper can shop with an empty wallet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The savvy shopper leaves her house with just a touch of make-up, enough to get by without looking like an invalid. As soon as she gets to the mall, she heads for the cosmetics shop for a makeover. She doesnt mind using tester kits but to be more hygienic, she brings her own applicators for the lipstick,eye-shadow and blusher. Before she leaves the shop,she sprays herself liberally with perfume or eau de toilette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's now ready to swing. Her next stop is the music shop where she could browse through the VCDs while listening to Kelly Clarkson's "Because of You" playing over the PA system. Even if she couldn't afford to buy anything, she could feast her eyes on the posters of her favourite singers such as Back Street Boys and Barney The Purple Dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her next stop is her favourite hunt : the bookshop. She picks up a chick-lit book, parks her bottoms on the most comfortable spot and proceeds to read it from cover to cover. In an hour, she has guzzled the 250-page volume, thanks to her speed-reading skill which she picked up from &lt;em&gt;Speed Reading for Cheapos Who Don't Buy Books &lt;/em&gt;at this very bookshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lunch time and the savvy shopper begins to feel her tummy rumbling. She takes the escalator down to the supermarket. At the entrance, she picks up a shopping basket which will be her ticket to a satisfying meal, free of charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, to the biscuits aisle for appetiser. She approaches the promoter holding a tray of biscuits. It's her lucky day. There's an assortment of wafer cubes to choose from : strawberry, chocolate, hazel nut and vanilla. She takes one per flavour. Then she tells the promoter that she can't make up her mind between the chocolate and vanilla flavour and if she could have another piece each, she'll be able to decide. The lady smiles as she proffers the tray to her. The savvy shopper pickes up a packet of wafer cubes from the shelf and deposits it in her basket. When she turns into the next aisle, she puts the packet back on the shelf. Her take-and-return (TAR) strategy enables her to get into the good graces of sales promoters without spending a cent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the menu, tuna sandwich! The flavour of the day is curry. She eats it with a "this is so goooodddddddddd" expression complete with wide eyes. The young promoter asks her to take another piece. She does so, simultaneously taking two cans of tuna and placing them in her basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the main course. The main course happens to be instant noodles with tomyam seasoning. The savvy shpper has her own way of getting more food into the thimble-sized plastic cups used to serve the food. She just has to casually remark,"So little, how to taste the food?" and the promoter will heap more food into the cup or let her have two servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling peckish,she heads for the cereal section. Breakfast cereal samplers are the most generous of the lot,dishing out food in large paper cups. She takes a cup and executes her TAR operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to wash everything down with a nice drink. The usual choices are cultured milk, iced tea, coffee with creamer or a new fizzy drink. Two of her favourites are on offer today. She downs a cup of new Cola and takes the coffee for the road. She will slowly drink it on her way out as it's very hot. Incidentally, the savvy shopper never goes out the same way she came in as she doesn't want the promoters to see her with an empty basket. Her reputation is at stake here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her appetite satiated-she doesnt eat a lot as she has to watch her figure-she heads for the boutique. Of course she can't afford the clothes there. They run into three-digit figures and higher. She takes the maximum of three garments into the changing room and tries them on. If she looks good in them, she takes a photo of herself with her camera phone so that she can post them on her blog when she gets home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending more than an hour boutique-hopping and browsing in knick-knack shops, the savvy shopper begins to feel tired. A good massage will do wonders for her aching shoulders and feet. She heads for the concourse where some massage chairs have been set up. A handsome young man waves her over. She gladly sinks into a huge massage chair. The hunk turns on the switch and the chair vibrates and rubs her down from the shoulder to waist to feet. She smiles and nods as the man spins his sales talk. When the demo is over, she takes a brochure from him, saying she'll call him after she's had a chance to think it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The savvy shopper has savoured the mall-crawling experience without spending a single cent. She has enjoyed free air-conditioning, free cosmetics, free music,free books, free food and free massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taken from Honk! If you're Malaysian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By, Lydia Teh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says nothing's free in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="1373" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img519.imageshack.us/img519/5548/dsc01832sb7.jpg" width="1322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Free Lemon?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo taken @ Carrefour, Subang Jaya.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/8413262-3839509536312394054?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/3839509536312394054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=3839509536312394054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/3839509536312394054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/3839509536312394054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/08/savvy-shopper.html' title='The Savvy Shopper.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-1867530532044102364</id><published>2007-08-07T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:17:05.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good afternoon there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;How are my dear readers doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, finally another entry after so damn bloody long. My apologies. I really have not been in the mood to put up any entries since the last because... hm I dont have to explain myself now, do I? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, personally, I think blogging is an unhealthy activity. Let me explain before you fellow bloggers start banging tables, spitting your coffee out and cursing me!&lt;br /&gt;You see, if you keep posting up here's-what-i've-done-today entries, all your friends have to do is simply click a few buttons here and there and voila! He/she knows what you have been up to, how you are doing, what has been going on in your life. What happened to the human interaction? It's like.. the friendship is between you and the blog, not your friend. Don't tell me you prefer sitting down in front of your metallish "canggih" computer, learning about the happenings of your friend's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know what is going on in your friend's life, call your friend! It's nice to hear your friends's voices rather than your computer's power supply fan roaring.&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with your friend face to face, have a meal together or a cup of tea.Nothing beats the warm physical aura you get from your friend(s) sitting right in front of you knowing he/she is doing genuinely A OK rather than looking at words,words,words and more words and pictures,pictures,pictures and more pictures in your friend's blog. Basically, the human touch wins hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, we young people are so self-absorbed with our own fast-paced life. Be it studying or .. i dont know.. just doing our own stuff, till we overlooked the importance of face-to-face interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! AnywaY! you wanna know what's been going on in my everyday life since the 9th of June?&lt;br /&gt;oh! oh! I caught the word hypocrite among the shouting and cursing out there. hahahaha. So you calling me a hypocrite for blogging now la? hm.. yes, I admit shamelessly, I am a hypocrite. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muAHAHhAHAhaHAhaH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll just give you a teeny weeny peek through the keyhole to see what has been happening la k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BMW Accident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I banged a BMW. Almost got my licence suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hit &amp;amp; Run But Failed.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one fine evening. My car was parked at the foodcourt in my campus. As I was safely reversing after looking north, south, east and west to make sure there's no other car for me to play bumper car with, this bloody white Rusa van reversed from no where and banged my bumper, then tried to run away.&lt;br /&gt;Guess waht? He's a security guard in my campus. where la you want to run? into the toilet bowl that's filled with shit? what a fcuker!&lt;br /&gt;and you know what he said to me? "saya ingat takda orang kat dalam kerata. saya lari la."... after argue argue argue he finally said, " lepaskan saya la. saya takda duit nak bayar."&lt;br /&gt;cut long story short, i managed to get him to agree to pay after talkign to HIS FIANCE. but guess waht? When i went to collect my money, he and his fiance are no where to be found. why? they got fired. dude, i have your number. dont forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Kidnap of My Baby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my baby K800!! *SCREAMS*&lt;br /&gt;Fuck those assholes. Fuck you! Fuck you! Happened @ KL Central during rush hour. mother fucker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ARGH!! Ok enough of that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hmm.. I'm sitting in the computer lab waiting for time to pass till 8pm while chatting online. I should do a bit of studying for my calculus paper this friday..( yah yah.. to those of you who are done with your A levels and ADP, shush!!) ok toodles for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img57.imageshack.us/img57/7638/p1160727jpgmu8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Life In Different Shapes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In conjuction of our national day, I'm putting up this picture.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite photo that I've took. It was taken some where in the heart of KL city.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-1867530532044102364?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/1867530532044102364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=1867530532044102364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/1867530532044102364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/1867530532044102364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-apologies.html' title='My Apologies'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-7786544204680731859</id><published>2007-07-01T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T07:24:37.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9th June entry has been posted! Feel free to check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-7786544204680731859?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/7786544204680731859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=7786544204680731859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/7786544204680731859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/7786544204680731859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/07/9th-june.html' title='9th June'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-7287383219367924399</id><published>2007-06-25T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:43:03.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA.</title><content type='html'>heylo! I am back.. I know I've been one of those MIA (mising in action) members YET AGAIN for a very long time. There are a few entries drafted up in my inbox. Just a matter of finish typing and choosing a photo to end it with. I'll post it up soon. hehe.. Anyway, I just got back from Cherating today.. more like yesterday (it's 1am already) actually. =P It was a superb duperb truperb trip make happened by 9 humans. It would have been perfect if Yin buddy and May came along. ah well,.. screw you exams! grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos will be posted up soon. So, stay tune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allyoucanupload.webshots.com/v/2001101029526451744"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 352px" height="2340" alt="Free Image Hosting at allyoucanupload.com" src="http://aycu24.webshots.com/image/19903/2001101029526451744_rs.jpg" width="1365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Similarities-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Stones and pebbles on my pavement @ home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/8413262-7287383219367924399?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/7287383219367924399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=7287383219367924399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/7287383219367924399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/7287383219367924399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/06/mia.html' title='MIA.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-5504733364309001959</id><published>2007-06-09T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T07:22:10.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Byeeeeeeeeeee again.</title><content type='html'>My daddy came back 10 days ago for a short holiday before he starts his work in another new company. Now, he's back in Abu Dhabi. again. The saying that goes, "absence makes the heart grow fonder" really is true. The days he spent here were short but was really meaningful and damn, i put on tremendous amout of weight since he came back! We were literally on an eating spree. No food is better than Malaysian food.Adding to my weight was my dad cooking. My dad cook for us meals that he usually cook for himself in Abu Dhabi.Grilled lamb and grilled fish were one of the meals. Superb food. Anyone wants me to cook for you? I learnt a thing or two from him while watching him prepare the meals. Eat at ur own risk though. You might get food poisoning. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you how to prepare them with just 8 simple steps! YES, EIGHT! It's that easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lesson 1 : Grilled Fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Robc7Po4hPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/b-LHHmC3YAY/s1600-h/P1170748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081992139902584050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Robc7Po4hPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/b-LHHmC3YAY/s320/P1170748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinate fish with any herbs and spices you can put your hands on. Try to whip up any chunted mixture of herbs and spices with own creativity by experimenting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Robc7fo4hQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mfaH-m6mYSM/s1600-h/P1170754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081992144197551362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Robc7fo4hQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mfaH-m6mYSM/s320/P1170754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grill fish in oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Robc7vo4hRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ji3skIBHz0A/s1600-h/P1170755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081992148492518674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Robc7vo4hRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ji3skIBHz0A/s320/P1170755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boil vegetable or anything green will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RobdUfo4hSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/c5gKgZ4yg0k/s1600-h/P1170785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081992573694280994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RobdUfo4hSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/c5gKgZ4yg0k/s320/P1170785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boil sweetcorns or anything yellow will do. (hehehe..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RobdUvo4hTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BJwar22LbZk/s1600-h/P1170791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081992577989248306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RobdUvo4hTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BJwar22LbZk/s320/P1170791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut up carrots, tomatoes,brocolli, and lettuce. Mix it all up in a big bowl and splatter it with 'beribu pulau' sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RobdVfo4hWI/AAAAAAAAAXo/sx3fd9vvGyY/s1600-h/P1170830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081992590874150242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RobdVfo4hWI/AAAAAAAAAXo/sx3fd9vvGyY/s320/P1170830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut up slices of lemon to squeeze onto grilled fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RobdU_o4hUI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-hy1H48_ecw/s1600-h/P1170795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081992582284215618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RobdU_o4hUI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-hy1H48_ecw/s320/P1170795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take out grilled fish from oven (make sure it's cook), put on plate, and start eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RobdVPo4hVI/AAAAAAAAAXg/YA6bue4yoSI/s1600-h/P1170820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081992586579182930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RobdVPo4hVI/AAAAAAAAAXg/YA6bue4yoSI/s320/P1170820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lesson 2 : Grilled Lamb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I didnt really take many pics for this. So, if you want to know more, just ask me. I'd be more than happy to share.. If I can still remember la. ehehe.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Robc6_o4hOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/wwEcr46KLuo/s1600-h/P1170725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081992135607616738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Robc6_o4hOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/wwEcr46KLuo/s320/P1170725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Marinate lamb with any herbs and spices you can put your hands on. Again, try to whip up chunted mixture of herbs and spices with your own creativity for better taste.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Roba8fo4hII/AAAAAAAAAV4/PI3VaUHIGhE/s1600-h/DSC02576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081989962354164866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Roba8fo4hII/AAAAAAAAAV4/PI3VaUHIGhE/s320/DSC02576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&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;Step 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Put marinated lamb into oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Roba8vo4hJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VLAynuzHKSg/s1600-h/DSC02582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081989966649132178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Roba8vo4hJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VLAynuzHKSg/s320/DSC02582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&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;Step 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;(No pics available)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;(No pics available)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(No pics available)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(No pics available)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take out grilled lamb from oven ( make sure it's cook! ), put on plate, and start eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Roba8_o4hKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/pK5k123juN8/s1600-h/DSC02584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081989970944099490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Roba8_o4hKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/pK5k123juN8/s320/DSC02584.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;Simple right? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When my dad went back, I tried to lose some weight by making MY own meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lesson 3 : Healthy Food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour cereal into bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Roba9Po4hLI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/WBe06-ieTgs/s1600-h/DSC02604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081989975239066802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Roba9Po4hLI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/WBe06-ieTgs/s320/DSC02604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pour milk into the same bowl, and start eating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Robc6vo4hNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Grvobb0hRS0/s1600-h/DSC02606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081992131312649426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Robc6vo4hNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Grvobb0hRS0/s320/DSC02606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Delicious! =) I love this! darn blardy good although it looks like hamster's food. The oatmeal with milo and this cereal shall be my staple diet.....ya right! If only I could stick to this diet, I'd be burning my damn fats in no time. Not to forget, the sweating out sessions also la.. Another alternative is to try to get into depression once more and start hearing whispers and seeing shadows. hm.. nah, I'll stick with the former.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-5504733364309001959?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/5504733364309001959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=5504733364309001959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/5504733364309001959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/5504733364309001959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/06/byeeeeeeeeeee-again.html' title='Byeeeeeeeeeee again.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Robc7Po4hPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/b-LHHmC3YAY/s72-c/P1170748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-671647082172025265</id><published>2007-06-05T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T01:31:21.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Significant day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;050607.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nice numbers right ? For those who is still blurry, today is the 5th of June 2007. 050607.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do you realize in 32 days time, it'll be the 070707?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On the 0707 hour of 070707, let's rise from bed, go to the window, take in a gulp of fresh air into our lungs, and thank God for letting you live on such significant day. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allyoucanupload.webshots.com/v/2005184829620267683"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="746" alt="Free Image Hosting at allyoucanupload.com" src="http://aycu29.webshots.com/image/18988/2005184829620267683_rs.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Peace Be With You-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Engraved tombstone @ A' Famosa, Malacca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-671647082172025265?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/671647082172025265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=671647082172025265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/671647082172025265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/671647082172025265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/06/significant-day.html' title='Significant day!'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-7414467716259562895</id><published>2007-06-04T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:45:04.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vital Ingredients</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vital ingredients of life :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wealth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Health,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A happy family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good loyal friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my dear readers, I will achieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072188695162854962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RmQIvqDvHjI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4XPdfjciVRI/s320/DSC02552+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Wealth-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'll be loaded with this one of these days. Just wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-7414467716259562895?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/7414467716259562895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=7414467716259562895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/7414467716259562895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/7414467716259562895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/06/vital-ingredients.html' title='Vital Ingredients'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RmQIvqDvHjI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4XPdfjciVRI/s72-c/DSC02552+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-272874479387959093</id><published>2007-06-02T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:12:52.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Yet Captivating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is the 2nd of June 2007. Half a year zoomed by. How are you feeling bout it? Time flies huh. Anyway, I was reading an entry in a blog and it got me laughing like a person who got a sniff of laughing-like-crap gas. hehehe.. Sorry peeps, i'm not sharing whose blog it belongs to because I dont feel like it. yea, call me selfish! ehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANYHOOOOOOOOOOO....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's back from Abu Dhabi. =) I did not realise how much I missed him till last night. We were sitting down in my ama's garden in Malacca last nite, gazing at the dazzling stars and the beautiful brightly litted full moon, cool breeze graced passed our faces, while drinking chinese tea with Newton's Universal Law of Gravity, F= GxMxm ÷ d² as our conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you know that, the light from the stars that we see is considered as history? What we see with our naked eye is light emitted billion years ago. Because light travels at a large but finite speed, it takes time for light to cover large distances.A light-year is a unit of distance. It is the distance that light can travel in one year. Light moves at a velocity of about 300,000km each second. So in one year, it can travel about 10 trillion km. More precisely, one light-year is equal to 9,500,000,000,000 kilometers (this is what you learn in physics!). Thus, when we see the light of very distant objects in the universe, we are actually seeing light emitted from them a long time ago. We see them literally as they were in the distant past. The most distant things that astronomers can see are about 18,000,000,000 light years away. Thus, the light that we presently see from these objects began its journey to us about 18 billion years ago. Since that is close to the estimated age of the Universe, this light is a kind of "fossil record" of the Universe not long after its birth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahahaa.. Yep, our conversation revolved around that too. Pretty interesting, ay? Might sound like an instant sleeper for you. As for me, I find it captivating especially when I have this kind of conversation with my dad. = )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daddy's going back next week and wont be coming back till 365 days later, no thanks to his new company he's working for. boo. ah well,.. nothing can be done.. I love my dad lots! =) and my mummy toooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071375129572744738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RmEkz6DvHiI/AAAAAAAAAVA/tom1Hq0yFCs/s320/P1130100.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Welcome to my family-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pic was taken during my dad's birthday last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-272874479387959093?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/272874479387959093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=272874479387959093&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/272874479387959093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/272874479387959093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/06/boring-yet-captivating.html' title='Boring Yet Captivating.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RmEkz6DvHiI/AAAAAAAAAVA/tom1Hq0yFCs/s72-c/P1130100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-4698325493638347553</id><published>2007-05-27T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T03:32:25.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Hungry, Readers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dinner for tonight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what you eat when you are just too lazy to hunt for food. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069317576456280322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RlnVejZSGQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1bIM0KvUgrk/s320/DSC02511.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Chilled milo in a bowl...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...with...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069318362435295506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RlnWMTZSGRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LctRD_tUyxA/s320/DSC02510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...Oatmeal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looks like crap, but it was uberdelicious! and healthy too. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-4698325493638347553?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/4698325493638347553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=4698325493638347553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4698325493638347553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4698325493638347553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/05/feeling-hungry-readers.html' title='Feeling Hungry, Readers?'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RlnVejZSGQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1bIM0KvUgrk/s72-c/DSC02511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-5475161591084100900</id><published>2007-05-26T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:56:48.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You There or Are You Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It is 2.55 in the morning. A couple of minutes ago,I was eating half of a waffle and washing it down with some rootbeer with Kit, Ping and Mel, after our "joyride" hunting for "chickens" at several hotspots particularly in SS15 and SS14. I'm not gonna go into details on how the hunt for "chickens" went because there arent much to say besides them "chickens" being a "shehim".&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not important. What I want to pen down here is more on how my emotions are stirring in me right now. When I came back just now, I plopped myself down on the sofa in my living room and this air of gratitude came flooding into me. I thought to myself, how sweet life is when you have people you love other than your own family around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk about the people I've met along my journey in this mortal world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans. Mortals. Being. People. Their personality varies from one extreme to the other. I treasure each and everyone of them that walked into my life.&lt;br /&gt;Some has given me hell, but without them, I wouldnt know how hell would have been like. Some has given me trouble, but without them, I wouldnt know how trouble would have been like. Some has given me headache with their antics, but without them, I wouldnt know what is antic all about. Some has even given me love, care, joy, trust and the list goes on. Without them, I wouldnt know the meaning of friends ( u know urself, machas and machis! hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;As the years zoomed by, your life changes. Your mind changes.Basically, everything will gradually change in the matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;My thinking has changed tremendously on certain issues, mainly on people. I've ate lots of salt to be able to say this. and I have no doubt, I have to eat more in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I've concluded :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Not every one you trust, can be trusted.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met people whom bad-mouthed about you in a different language literally in front of your face thinking you do not understand what the fuck is being said. What more at the back of you? They basically violate your trust as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To that person if you're reading this, I have eyes and ears at every corner. A piece of advice, never ever underestimate me. =) I would have mentioned your name here but it is not my nature to do so because I'm not you. I'll let those who are still in the dark of your fucked up personality to see for themselves what kind of person you are. =) oh and hey, stop lying, pls. Your bragging must stop too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that you know, but actually you dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Have you ever thought you know everything about a person but as time passes, you realised that you actually know nuts? I have. It was really a big blow when I came face to face with reality. It gets me thinking whether is it actually worth going through shit for these people. Is it worth even giving two fucks for these people when they dont?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I see you, I know you no more. There arent any more warm and comfortable aura coming from you. I have tried many atimes to undo that, but to no avail. The person in me whom always wanted things as how it was has changed to a person who doesnt give two fucks anymore.like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It takes two to clap. You dont clap with one hand, do you? You clap with both. You cannot expect just one side to constantly put effort in a friendship. A friendship needs both side for it to work it's magic. I've seen a few whom just totally lose contact. I've seen a few whom dont even make the effort. Can you imagine? Just two years since we left school, and they dont give two fucks to keep in touch. They just dont give a shit. So I ask you, do they worth your breath to call them friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dont you want to know how am I doing as how I want to know how you are doing? Dont you want to share the joy in my life anymore as how I want to share yours? Let's not talk bout sorrows because I'm absolutely 100% clear about them after what happened. My sorrows will be well kept in a box with the key hidden, nobody can find it except me. Dear readers, the real test to a friendship is went you're going through shit. Dont be surprise, the person you thought would be the first to be there is the first person to run away and come crawling back when you're right back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is it so easy to leave the years of friendship behind for the hyenas to feast? (Yes, agent cheow. You've written about this before. And I can totally relate to what you wrote.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a fall out, does your bond regain back it's strength, in fact, it's stronger than before and you live happily ever after? Or does your bond shattered into small tiny broken pieces, and you are known merely a nodding acquaintance and you just cant be bothered no more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scarcity of FRIENDS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slap me for saying this, but it is true. It does depend on individual's definition of friends though. Do you call a person who you know just by his or her name a friend? Do you call the guy who helped you with the door a friend? Do you call that girl you barely spoke 10 words to for 18 years of knowing her your friend? Do you call that arse whom gives you hell a friend? Do you call those who (again.) dont give two fucks bout you whether you're still breathing or not, a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you call those who stand by you, those who laugh with you, those who cry with you, those who take you seriously, those who tell you off right at your face instead of bitching at the back of you, those who pull you back to reality when you go off course, those who bother to take time calling you, asking you how you're doing, those who understand you, those who care, those who know exactly what to do and say at the right time, those who comfort you, those who never hurt you intentionally, those who want to know you more, those who is willing to give his/her life for you, a friend (putting your boyfriend/girlfriend aside laaa...)? I'm not saying I'm a perfect friend. I'm far than perfect. But one of my life principle that I've been holding on to is treating others as how I would like to be treated. Hence, I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, how many people have you came across who does that? There are a few in my life, and I thank God for them for they play a vital role in my life other than my family, and these people will I never forget. There WERE a few too and I still thank God for them because the years with him/her/them were memorable ones. It is now remained tightly in my treasure chest that will I never allow anyone or anything to sweep those memories away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*cheers to friendship*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068879541331695842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RlhHFjZSGOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/EfVqDdgbb3I/s320/P1100328+.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Am I alone, or are you beside me?-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic taken @ my great-grandma's farm, Malacca.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/8413262-5475161591084100900?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/5475161591084100900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=5475161591084100900&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/5475161591084100900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/5475161591084100900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/05/are-you-there-or-are-you-not.html' title='Are You There or Are You Not?'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RlhHFjZSGOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/EfVqDdgbb3I/s72-c/P1100328+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-4170998086637369131</id><published>2007-05-21T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:07:51.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Should Do.</title><content type='html'>Hello hELLo, ppl! Finally, another entry from me after a couple of days of unenthusiastic blogging mood. I wont be typing much for this post because, first, it's already 3.45 in the morning, second, I am to wake up at 8am tomorrow (more like later today!) if I dont want to be late for my calculus class, and there's a quiz waiting for me tomorrow during calculus class as well. Ya so, I will have to log off soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside, let's get to the highlight of this entry. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear me have been analysing problems and finding ways to curb them as well as possible as any lame-O person could possibility do with their lame-ness.&lt;br /&gt;My research is based on Ping's 2nd surprise at Kopitiam, and a spontaneous trip to Putrajaya after the surprise a couple of days ago with Wei,Kit, Ping, Mel, Val and I.&lt;br /&gt;You might want to note down certain things from here. Tips to help you IF you are put into these problems in the near future. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, the problems are laid out in a chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ping's 2nd birthday surprise in Kopitiam, Taipan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a hugeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee round around Taipan in driven car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid being seen by Ping before she enters the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem 2 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting candles on a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever ask the great sane one ( Ying! ) or dear orang malas no.1 ( Wei! ) to light the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid eating a charcoaled-taste birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem 3 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertaining Wei's crazy idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a spontaneous trip to Putrajaya at 12.30 in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid long boring difficult calculus equations being thrown to my face by my trusted calculus text book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem 4 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 gigantic arses squeezing into a Wira car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opt to change from a Wira to an Unser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfortness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem 5 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unknown farter overpowering the air in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind the window down for unstench polluted air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid suffocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem 6 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police man flagging us down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explanation :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were stopped by the policeman because apparently, we were on the road that the prime minister usually passes ( Precint 10) and we looked rather suspicious!&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, before we were stopped, ping was like , " Eh, got police! Let's say hi! Everyone, say hi!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- stop driven Unser at the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;- let policeman have a look at Wei's identification cards.&lt;br /&gt;- tell policeman his flash lights ( cant remember what it is called! =P ) above his car that's acting like a lighthouse because it is turning 360 degrees is blinding us and giving us the mood like we're in a disco/club.&lt;br /&gt;- ask for policeman's name and where he's from.&lt;br /&gt;- ask if he would pose for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the heck of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem 7 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for toilet that Wei marked her territory at when she was there a week ago, but ending up at the vice prime minister's official residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Decide that small bladder still capable of holding in pee.&lt;br /&gt;-Turn car around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid facing the already-about-to-scream-at-us-to-stop policemEn (note the plural.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem 8 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunting for beautifully designed bridge 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play ring-a-ring O' Roses with Putrajaya roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find the right road to the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem 9 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bladder screaming to let pee out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a toilet prompto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid flooding car with pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem 10 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunting for beautifully designed bridge 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play ring-a-ring O' Roses with Putrajaya roads AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find the right road to the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extra :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went above AND BELOW the bridge. How cool is that! =P We had a super chunted driver !hahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem 11 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the undeveloped road back home at 2.30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explanation :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pitch black! There werent any lights.(The only source of light came from our car.) There werent any cars.(ok, maybe I'm over-exaggerating. There were one or two cars that passed us from the opposite direction. Other than that, niel!zero!kosong!elek!)and the signboards were splashed with dripping black paint. If you were alone driving, you would have freaked. trust me. Thanks to the power of 'Ba Ba Black Sheep' we managed to keep our cool. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do not look left.&lt;br /&gt;- Do not look right.&lt;br /&gt;- Do not look back.&lt;br /&gt;- Do not look front.&lt;br /&gt;- Just close your eyes and drive.&lt;br /&gt;- Have at least one person who is calm enough or acting calm to keep everyone else calm.(Way to go, Val! Kit, the only guy was..er... sitting at the backseat, freaking out! hahahAHhahA! )&lt;br /&gt;- Sing 'Ba Ba Black Sheep'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to lose cool and crash into an unknown object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem 12 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Fat old RELA man throwing tantrums at us at one of the roadblock at some highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explanation :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were stopped by the policeman because fat old RELA man isnt satisfied with us ACCIDENTALLY,mind you, cutting queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Let mr policeman have a look at our identification cards, again. ( Mel forgot to bring hers! She was panicking at that point. hHAhah! FUNNY. The first incident, the police wanted Wei's ic only. This time, they wanted all 6. The blur mr policeman didnt notice one IC is missing anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reason available because it was all fat old RELA man's fault that we were stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's bout it. Hope you dear readers managed to pick up at least one or two useful tips from this entry. hehHEhehhEHhe.. Toodles~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066883042964019410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RlEvSDZSGNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OF5bPXyGwEc/s320/DSC02447.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Group Pic-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;@ beutifully designed bridge no.1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-4170998086637369131?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/4170998086637369131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=4170998086637369131&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4170998086637369131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4170998086637369131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-you-should-do.html' title='Things You Should Do.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RlEvSDZSGNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OF5bPXyGwEc/s72-c/DSC02447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-7481174014125147986</id><published>2007-05-17T04:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T07:11:28.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinky is 19!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who is the birthday girl today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pinky the kinky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;going all hanky panky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She dresses slinkily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that makes her look rather swanky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Petite and charming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;never once was she cranky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's what we called a dinky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065299381147801794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkuO8zZSGMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/x8R0MQNe25M/s320/DSC02174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Pinky Panky-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The bday girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Blessed 19th bday, ping! hehehe.. muakx~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Don't forget to check for sagginess at your bosoms! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8413262-7481174014125147986?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/7481174014125147986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=7481174014125147986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/7481174014125147986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/7481174014125147986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/05/pinky-is-19.html' title='Pinky is 19!'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkuO8zZSGMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/x8R0MQNe25M/s72-c/DSC02174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-5683900898460093308</id><published>2007-05-13T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T18:00:50.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knows Me The Best? hAHhahAHa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yoyoyo!! How's my dear avid readers doing?anyhoooooooo... If you're rotting bored to death there, try this test! Just for the heck of it and to see how well you know me. hehehehehe.. sorry, boredom is getting to me. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ping, as I promised, here's the test! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/376507"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leaderboard" src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/376507/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Have fun! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-5683900898460093308?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/5683900898460093308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=5683900898460093308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/5683900898460093308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/5683900898460093308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-knows-me-best-hahhahaha.html' title='Who Knows Me The Best? hAHhahAHa!!'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-2759587705024922430</id><published>2007-05-12T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:17:58.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Up!</title><content type='html'>I just post up the Malacca trip post! Streamyx finally decided to work properly. watadarmbarse. Neway,the entry is dated on the 27th of April. =P Check it out if you want to. ciaoZ~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-2759587705024922430?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/2759587705024922430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=2759587705024922430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/2759587705024922430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/2759587705024922430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-up.html' title='It&apos;s Up!'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-4013682039135921119</id><published>2007-05-11T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:47:13.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guess who's back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yEP you got that right!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It is&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ShWe YinGGGGGGGGGG tHe gReATTTTTTTTTT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually I have been blogging pretty frequent. Just that after every post, somehow I will think it is inappropriate to post it up. Then it will end up in my draft box. As most of you would have observed, majority of my posts from this blog and my previous were inflicted by my own emotions. and yes, mainly emo emo ones. That's because when I'm in the mood of jumping at one's throat, when my heart's been ripped and scarred, when my spirit is so low, I just want to shout out here. Let whoever that person whom caused that emo me, knows that I'm hurt. I'm pissed. I'm ripped and scarred inside out because of you(not pointing out to anyone in particular).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course let's not forget the happy posts. =) There will be many more to come! Because,I've been a happy, cheerful, carefree(bull shit), kid! I've been trying to post up a post on a trip that I just had a couple of weeks ago to Malacca. But everytime I click 'Publish', f***ed up streamyx will just disconnect.. there goes my post into the drain. grrrrr... Ya, I'll probably try to post it up tmr or something when I'm in the mood. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for now, what's new with me? nothing much. Classes started two weeks ago. Since then, nothing interesting has been going on in my life besides going around and getting lost in KL with Delle lasts Friday! 'twas hilarious!! Will post it up later when I have the time. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back to the boring tone.I'm currently in my foundation 3rd semester now for those who might be interested. hehe.. In July, I'll be starting with my degree. 4 years then I'm done! Sounds cool, but it aint cool. Why? because life as a student is gonna be tougher! Dammnit, why the hell did I choose engineering. To make things even crappier, why the hell did I choose Electrical &amp; Electronic?! Way to go, ying! Wayyyyyy to gooooooo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok I got to admit. I've learnt a lot since my first step into my uni life. You wouldnt want me to elaborate on the subjects I learnt, trust me. It'll bore you to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Other than that la.. I've learnt how to differentiate the good and bad. the right and wrong. the fresh and rotten. get what I mean? I've learnt skills that will help me survive the dog eat dog world in the future. The core rule : do not judge a book by it's cover. One might look nice on the outside, but the inside.. *spits* full of shit! They exhaust their ties with you till they find a better one, then off to the bin you go. FUCK YOU LA. You think I'm dumb, I dont notice what you are doing? Two can play that game! Watch me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chill, ying! No point being all heated up because of those worthless rubbish. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway... I'll try to update more from time to time la k. In the mean time, watch out for the Malacca post! It'll be dated as 27th of April. Don't ask why. =) Till then, toodles~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062986785422302642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkNXqA-X3bI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hOZSLJEfHTI/s320/P1160470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-White Among The Green-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feeling alone and lost in this world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&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/8413262-4013682039135921119?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/4013682039135921119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=4013682039135921119&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4013682039135921119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4013682039135921119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/05/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Back?'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkNXqA-X3bI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hOZSLJEfHTI/s72-c/P1160470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-4681994702416118350</id><published>2007-04-27T06:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T13:25:30.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This guy? My penYu! hahaha! He's one of the few guys that I'm really comfortable being around with. =) Jiat rox !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058412104086183314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RjMXAg-X3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/h4_Batzi4c4/s320/DSC01157.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Bday boy and I!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We were in Rumah Hope during our 5 Gamma trip back in 2005!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed bday Jiat!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were days that crawled by so slowly,&lt;br /&gt;There were days that just zoomed by you could hardly see it's shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were the fun days when I wish it never ended,&lt;br /&gt;There were the boring days where I was in dreamworld the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day became night,&lt;br /&gt;My night became day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a nocturnal creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this will come to an end three days from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo,&lt;br /&gt;Back to school (uni laaaa)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 subjects. Physics and Calculus. 4 months syllabus cram into 1 month 3 weeks. We are to finish 4 months of syllabus within 1 month 3 weeks! .... What do you think bout that? yep. That's what I am about to face in my special semester that commence this coming Monday. yay me.Breathe, Ying! Breathe! You already had 3 weeks to rejuvenate yourself! You are all set and ready to face the hectic 2 months! ok? ok ? Then you're off to do your degree!! in uniten. boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I had a great time la the past 3 weeks. Here, here. Let me tell you readers the highlights of what I did during the latter week of this break. I'll let the pictures tell the story. =) enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;8 Crazy HomosapienS in M'cca Town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning : Potentially offensive. Might be harmful for those with low lame-ness tolerance. Read at your own risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Once upon a time, in a land of crazy homosapiens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063214951264935362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkQnLA-X3cI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Shmm8mvl9wM/s320/P1160158.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There was a girl that goes by the name of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;said to the other 7 crazy homosapiens :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Eh! I'm hungry. My stomach's craving for good food..Let's do a food hunt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, on one beautiful Saturday morning, 8 crazy homosapiens jumped into an Unser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkSvXg-X3gI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xPfJA-GYUMo/s1600-h/DSC02171.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063364699594677762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkSvXg-X3gI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xPfJA-GYUMo/s320/DSC02171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkSvhA-X3hI/AAAAAAAAALA/uvo76tSsurk/s1600-h/DSC02172.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063364862803435026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkSvhA-X3hI/AAAAAAAAALA/uvo76tSsurk/s320/DSC02172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They were farting,burping,snoring,picking noses, listening to music that the pityful driver do not understand a single word at all blaring in here ear drums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lo and behold, they ended up in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MALACCA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2 hours of torture for the poor driver, they finally reached the Ayer Keroh toll gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;While driving along the once a muddy road but now a highway, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ying &lt;/span&gt;saw mango trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Suddenly the light bulb above her head litted up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*KA TOINK!*(light bulb litted up la..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; : Let's go visit my ama in Pokok Mangga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063366207128198690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkSwvQ-X3iI/AAAAAAAAALI/7cVK58kpfII/s320/P1160148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hence, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;'s Ama's House @ Pokok Mangga was our first pit stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063366756884012594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkSxPQ-X3jI/AAAAAAAAALQ/D2Xv_aVXv_Q/s320/P1160158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gave the same hunger panged looking face again : I'm so hungry, I could eat an entire cow by my own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok so that's their cue to leave &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;'s ama's house and go for a hunt for Tengkerah Noodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Upon reaching, as swift as a person who needs to crap in the toilet before it's too late, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt; ran to the stall, grabbed a bowl of Tengkerah Noodles and gulpped in all down at one go!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063368032489299538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkSyZg-X3lI/AAAAAAAAALg/tjak7djKhWU/s320/P1160171.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*zamzamalakaZaM!* it all disappeared into her tummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063368900072693346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkSzMA-X3mI/AAAAAAAAALo/hPEY-qp5UIY/s320/P1160164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ping&lt;/span&gt; was staring at &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt; while feasting her own bowl of noodles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063368900072693362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkSzMA-X3nI/AAAAAAAAALw/2fyQO0r0PW8/s320/P1160150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done eating, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wei&lt;/span&gt; looked at &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wei&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; ar.. I need to pee pee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063368904367660674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkSzMQ-X3oI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6VT0w5dcuSs/s320/P1160163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Delle&lt;/span&gt; : The nearest toilet from here is at Jonker Street! This time I am sure although my sense of direction is as bad as a spoilt compas. *pats own head proudly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt; : JONKERS HERE WE COMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Val &lt;/span&gt;: Er...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS2cQ-X3rI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ojgIbpl52Fs/s1600-h/P1160174.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063372477780450994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS2cQ-X3rI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ojgIbpl52Fs/s320/P1160174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS2cg-X3sI/AAAAAAAAAMY/geQNjzHNMXo/s1600-h/P1160209.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063372482075418306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS2cg-X3sI/AAAAAAAAAMY/geQNjzHNMXo/s320/P1160209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they walked... and walked... and walked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063546741783519874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkVU7w-X4oI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Rn4ZspSf-Co/s320/P1160202.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And swam... and swam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After a never-ending walk and swim, they finally reached Jonker's toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkVTzw-X4nI/AAAAAAAAATw/wHsoPm0PFck/s1600-h/P1160181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063545504832938610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkVTzw-X4nI/AAAAAAAAATw/wHsoPm0PFck/s320/P1160181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Pee Pee Time-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The 20 ¢ toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you see the holes in the wall? That's where you are suppose to pee at. After many years of serving as a toilet, the wall is dissolved by urine peed on it. New toilet system. (i'm bull-shitting by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063214951264935362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkQnLA-X3cI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Shmm8mvl9wM/s320/P1160158.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt; gave the same look again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt; : eh.. you know, I'm still hungry. Since we are already having a BALL of our time walking and swimming, let's eat some BALLs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And so, they ended up in a corner shop selling chicken rice balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063391040629105138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTHUw-X4fI/AAAAAAAAASw/6-T21o1kWtY/s320/P1160223.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Balls anyone?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chicken Rice Ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063373345363844882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS3Ow-X3xI/AAAAAAAAANA/fC5bbs2WzAI/s320/P1160232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; : Ok ppl! For those who have never eaten a ball in her entire life, this is how you eat it. Everyone, follow me!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wei&lt;/span&gt; : aiyer.. why the sudden stinking smell? oh oops. I forgot I just farted, sorry. *sweeps air*(look at the pic)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS-xQ-X3zI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gVP1G0gGFoM/s1600-h/P1160237.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063381634650726194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS-xQ-X3zI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gVP1G0gGFoM/s320/P1160237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Mel&lt;/span&gt; : AND for those who have never eaten slices of chicken in her entire life, this is how you eat it! Go for the skin first! *slurps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Val&lt;/span&gt; : er.. did you just gobble MY piece of chicken from MY plate? *grrrr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS-xQ-X30I/AAAAAAAAANY/sBRxZ4IBSA8/s1600-h/P1160241.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063381634650726210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS-xQ-X30I/AAAAAAAAANY/sBRxZ4IBSA8/s320/P1160241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; May&lt;/span&gt; : I support world peace. see this sign? Hence, I'm gonna eat two balls of rice because the sign two is the same as the peace sign. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS-xg-X32I/AAAAAAAAANo/8oXInmwkX8Y/s1600-h/P1160254.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063381638945693538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS-xg-X32I/AAAAAAAAANo/8oXInmwkX8Y/s320/P1160254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Wei&lt;/span&gt; : *giggles* you ppl are a bunch of gobloks. Dont worry, dont worry! I'm still goblok-er than you all! *giggles*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS-xQ-X31I/AAAAAAAAANg/akWTkAf1enU/s1600-h/P1160244.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063381634650726226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS-xQ-X31I/AAAAAAAAANg/akWTkAf1enU/s320/P1160244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Contented Smile-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Val's full of BALLS! hahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063368908662628002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkSzMg-X3qI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L_WsdqUmxKs/s320/P1160154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ping&lt;/span&gt;: Can we start cam-whoring nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Their sole objective going to Malacca is actually to eat till their heart content. But since they were over-stuffed, they had to walk the food down before stuffing more into their tummies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They then walked to Stadhuys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS3Og-X3vI/AAAAAAAAAMw/s-qiIjlcXNs/s1600-h/P1160210.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063373341068877554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS3Og-X3vI/AAAAAAAAAMw/s-qiIjlcXNs/s320/P1160210.jpg" align="center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wei&lt;/span&gt; : Woah! check this out! Malaccans sure do have big feet..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt; : that's mine la, goblok.! you saying i have big feet la now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wei&lt;/span&gt; : oooOoOoooooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063373332478942946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS3OA-X3uI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RWkkzvQZgo0/s320/P1160208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stranger&lt;/span&gt; : Thank goodness ppl here aren't any like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yes, they were looked strangely at like that uncle for the entire day where ever they went. haha! Put all of them together (not to forget &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yin, Lynn, Eric&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kit &lt;/span&gt;back home!) that's what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Several minutes later, thanks to the humid weather, they decided to stop at this replica of a windmill thinking it was a hugeeeeeeeeeeee fan that could cool them down.. Yes, they were a bunch of jakuns from Subang except the one from Sunway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS_fg-X33I/AAAAAAAAANw/h-9jLkJ3bOk/s1600-h/P1160267.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063382429219676018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS_fg-X33I/AAAAAAAAANw/h-9jLkJ3bOk/s320/P1160267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Mel&lt;/span&gt;: We are standing in front of a fan, arent we? Why do I still feel darn hot?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The rest&lt;/span&gt; : Dunno laa.. probably it is not plugged into the socket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; : *smiles to ownself* hahahaha! what a donk donks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS_fg-X34I/AAAAAAAAAN4/EWiR44GjgJc/s1600-h/P1160276.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063382429219676034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS_fg-X34I/AAAAAAAAAN4/EWiR44GjgJc/s320/P1160276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wei : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I see StadhuyS! Last to reach across the road is a pig! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt; : Let's hop acrosS! *hops*hops* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS_fw-X36I/AAAAAAAAAOI/V2DVkQ60-Fw/s1600-h/P1160280.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063382433514643362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS_fw-X36I/AAAAAAAAAOI/V2DVkQ60-Fw/s320/P1160280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; May, Wei, Jo, Ping, Mel, Val&lt;/span&gt; : Woah.. I didnt know Malacca have these much of cars.. I thought they move around in bull carts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTLXw-X4gI/AAAAAAAAAS4/6QGuRSacVd0/s1600-h/P1160278.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063395490215223810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTLXw-X4gI/AAAAAAAAAS4/6QGuRSacVd0/s320/P1160278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Delle&lt;/span&gt; : Nyek! Nyek! Nyek! I win! I win! I reached first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063382437809610674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkS_gA-X37I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VhxN_cdvQVE/s320/P1160283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; : Pasrah.. Pasrah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt; : Memang pasrah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt; : *spells* P-A-S-R-A-H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063383198018822098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTAMQ-X39I/AAAAAAAAAOg/uVslQW64kJ8/s320/P1160308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; : ok ok kids.. Dont cry. we take picture ok.! smile! smile! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt; : but.. but.. Delle said I pig wor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ping&lt;/span&gt; : I have the longest tongue, so she cant call me a pig! Pig's tongue aint long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wei &amp; Jo&lt;/span&gt; : Picture! Picture! Take my picture! *poses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Delle&lt;/span&gt; : I win. I win. I win. You all are pigs. I win. I win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063383198018822082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTAMQ-X38I/AAAAAAAAAOY/qY-P17A-9MM/s320/P1160292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-A Day in Malacca-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I like this picture although it is spoilt because of the wrong angle.&lt;br /&gt;@ Stadhuys, Malacca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTAMg-X3_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/cH_hxmtU-gI/s1600-h/P1160318.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063383202313789426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTAMg-X3_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/cH_hxmtU-gI/s320/P1160318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Delle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;: *sings We Are The Champion by Queens* I am the champion, of the worlddd.. No time for losers, who crossed the road last.. lalalalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Time-out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTAMw-X4AI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yJysmFaHxjk/s1600-h/P1160351.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063383206608756738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTAMw-X4AI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yJysmFaHxjk/s320/P1160351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What went through their heads while resting their arses on the steps without realising they were blocking the entrance to the museum above?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt; : hey.. wait a minutes.. The big fan we stood in front of just now.. wasnt a fan! it's.. it's.. watsatnamee..hmm... erm..err.. *scratches chin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt; : *sobs* I'm a pig.. *sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ping&lt;/span&gt; : lalalala.. I have the longest tongue. I have the longest tongueeeeeeeeeeee! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shwe&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shwe&lt;/span&gt; ! wanna see whose tongue is the longest? You know, those with a long tongue is a good kisser. Wanna try? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; : er..................................&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;someone pls save me&lt;/span&gt;..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Val&lt;/span&gt; : Hot dude alert! Hot dude alert! *goes all gaga*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wei&lt;/span&gt; : ooo.. I see that hot dude you're saying , val! gotta act cute now. *acts cute*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt; : *thinks* First, noodles. Second, chicken rice ball. Third,... hm.. what should we eat next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Delle&lt;/span&gt; : *continues singing We Are The Champion by Queens* I am the champion of the world.. No time for losers who crossed the road last.. I am the champion. I am the championnnnnnnn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Next stop, Saint Paul's Hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063383923868295218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTA2g-X4DI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OPmgQpjKt5E/s320/P1160377.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They had to climb this stairs to get up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTA2Q-X4BI/AAAAAAAAAPA/yVA3-lKM9a4/s1600-h/P1160368.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063383919573327890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTA2Q-X4BI/AAAAAAAAAPA/yVA3-lKM9a4/s320/P1160368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As you can see, the wind was blowing quite hard. It's just too bad they managed to not fly with the wind! or else this world would have been a better place by now. drats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTA2g-X4CI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nAWYiSmKa1M/s1600-h/P1160373.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063383923868295202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTA2g-X4CI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nAWYiSmKa1M/s320/P1160373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; : Aiyo.. I'm tired..&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kit&lt;/span&gt;.. where are you when i need you.....?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Delle&lt;/span&gt; : jump down and you will never be tired again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063383928163262530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTA2w-X4EI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ljd80ldnovo/s320/P1160381.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Upon their arrival a the top of the hill, St Francis statue's right hand suddenly dropped off. *gasps* That was how unwanted they were! even the statue didnt want them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063400334938333714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTPxw-X4hI/AAAAAAAAATA/XlpesbM4igU/s320/P1160387.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;L-R : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wei, May, Jo, Val, Ping&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Delle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063383928163262546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTA2w-X4FI/AAAAAAAAAPg/lEbkZO_DVfc/s320/P1160423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Little baby&lt;/span&gt; : Hey mr! Why are your legs so hairy? *attempts to pull his bulu kaki*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063384589588226146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTBdQ-X4GI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4sV-Ur4XcYc/s320/P1160429.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-RIP-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Here lies St Francis Light..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTBdQ-X4HI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Q3cvbFrkwIU/s1600-h/P1160437.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063384589588226162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTBdQ-X4HI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Q3cvbFrkwIU/s320/P1160437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; : HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A PIG?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Delle&lt;/span&gt; : Losers are pigs. You lost. I won. *rolls eyes till eyeballs falls to ground*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTBdQ-X4II/AAAAAAAAAP4/FqGBoewD1I0/s1600-h/P1160440.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063384589588226178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTBdQ-X4II/AAAAAAAAAP4/FqGBoewD1I0/s320/P1160440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt; : HOW DARE YOU CALL ME MAY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; : then? June? July? March? August? December? or... Pig ar? ehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*sees &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Delle&lt;/span&gt;'s eyeballs on the ground, decides not to roll her eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTBdg-X4JI/AAAAAAAAAQA/yHahVOoyAgE/s1600-h/P1160445.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063384593883193490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTBdg-X4JI/AAAAAAAAAQA/yHahVOoyAgE/s320/P1160445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-RIP-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;British soldiers whom fought and died during the Naning War..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063384593883193506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTBdg-X4KI/AAAAAAAAAQI/g6fNFTHn-Fs/s320/P1160463.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Moving on, Istana Kesultanan Melayu Melaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ping&lt;/span&gt; : I'm so happyyyyyyyyyy *flings both hands*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt; : Dudeeeeeeeeeeee!! Armpit stench alert! Armpit stench alert *covers nose*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The rest&lt;/span&gt; : *holds breath and smiles for the cam*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May's tummy was rumbling the whole way. At that point of time, she couldnt take it anymore, she tried to make a dash to the toilet before it was too late.Before she could look for a toilet.. *splat* eww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTB1g-X4LI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Xn0JI3JqSik/s1600-h/P1160466.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063385006200053938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTB1g-X4LI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Xn0JI3JqSik/s320/P1160466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;: See.. My shit round round wan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTB1g-X4MI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3oSIcNV-cgI/s1600-h/P1160468.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063385006200053954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTB1g-X4MI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3oSIcNV-cgI/s320/P1160468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Delle&lt;/span&gt; : haih.. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;.. Do you not know how to read the sign?.. Shitting here is forbidden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063385659035083010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCbg-X4QI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wtYJ7z8Ibds/s320/P1160505.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They then headed to A' Famosa, their last stop for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTB1w-X4NI/AAAAAAAAAQg/bEhFxJ12duY/s1600-h/P1160477.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063385010495021266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTB1w-X4NI/AAAAAAAAAQg/bEhFxJ12duY/s320/P1160477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt; : Check out my long... *censors*..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTB1w-X4OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vnsRZ2SAYto/s1600-h/P1160493.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063385010495021282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTB1w-X4OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vnsRZ2SAYto/s320/P1160493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jo &amp; Wei&lt;/span&gt; : Wanna see orang gila? Look up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063385010495021298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTB1w-X4PI/AAAAAAAAAQw/atfWx77m4mw/s320/P1160500.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Looks like my mouth aint that big as many have been saying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Long long time ago, bull cart was once a mean of transportation for the villagers. These group of crazy homosapiens were on a look out for one since they have never seen one in their life. Much to their dissappointment, they found a cart...but without the bull!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCbw-X4RI/AAAAAAAAARA/hWTAr0YmfGw/s1600-h/P1160535.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063385663330050322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCbw-X4RI/AAAAAAAAARA/hWTAr0YmfGw/s320/P1160535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Val&lt;/span&gt; : How on earth did I get myself stuck with these goons..? *feeling helpless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063385663330050338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCbw-X4SI/AAAAAAAAARI/VNZ_LemYdJ0/s320/P1160538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Forty Winks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Trishaw man taking a nap.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCcA-X4TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uMt0k8jtDgc/s1600-h/P1160550.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063385667625017650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCcA-X4TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uMt0k8jtDgc/s320/P1160550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This horse imitated Ping's pose which I personally think did a good job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063385667625017666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCcA-X4UI/AAAAAAAAARY/ww0_t9r7y3k/s320/P1160553.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Where To?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Signboards are more dependable compare to directions from certain 'source'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok, so they visited almost all of the historical spots. Back to Jonker Street they went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCuA-X4VI/AAAAAAAAARg/FkAWNmIeEuA/s1600-h/P1160558.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063385976862662994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCuA-X4VI/AAAAAAAAARg/FkAWNmIeEuA/s320/P1160558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This statue was trying it's utter best to look like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCuQ-X4WI/AAAAAAAAARo/tsQ8pjdj9R8/s1600-h/P1160567.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063385981157630306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCuQ-X4WI/AAAAAAAAARo/tsQ8pjdj9R8/s320/P1160567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jo &amp; Wei&lt;/span&gt; somehow fell in love with it. Goodness knows what they saw in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;'s face litted up instantly when we entered a cendol shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCuw-X4YI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SH2BfWaO9F4/s1600-h/P1160584.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063385989747564930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCuw-X4YI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SH2BfWaO9F4/s320/P1160584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Durian Cendol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thirst quencher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCuw-X4ZI/AAAAAAAAASA/98BoJ2MxAdY/s1600-h/P1160602.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063385989747564946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCuw-X4ZI/AAAAAAAAASA/98BoJ2MxAdY/s320/P1160602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;While waiting for the rest to berjakun around Jonker, Val and Ying plopped$ their heavy arses down while waiting for them jakuns. With nothing better to do, they resorted to cam-whoring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh wait! I forgot to mention a special character that made the trip more exhilarating than it already was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCug-X4XI/AAAAAAAAARw/FT8q7wLYlV8/s1600-h/P1160581.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063385985452597618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTCug-X4XI/AAAAAAAAARw/FT8q7wLYlV8/s320/P1160581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I introduce to you, Uncle William! This old man was trying to match-make his son with the rest. He was like, " You kahwin with my son, I'll give you extra souvenirs!"&lt;br /&gt;He makes a living out of making keychains and ornaments out of wires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. I'm running out of lame juice to crap some more. =P Just so you know, the story line was all made up. They did go to Malacca.. They went to the places that were said. They met that Uncle William whom tried to match-make his son. The other nonsense bit was made up just for being lame. as usual. =) Hope you dear readers manage to catch the lame-ness disease from this. ehehhe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063386410654359970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTDHQ-X4aI/AAAAAAAAASI/U3t_nxKmdLs/s320/P1160605+.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Back to the land of crazy homosapiens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let me present to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTDJA-X4eI/AAAAAAAAASo/mXY7AHmjXN0/s1600-h/P1160615.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063386440719131106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTDJA-X4eI/AAAAAAAAASo/mXY7AHmjXN0/s320/P1160615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Delle : I'm the winner! The rest are pigs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTDIQ-X4cI/AAAAAAAAASY/PlROX_Z5qBU/s1600-h/P1160609.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063386427834229186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTDIQ-X4cI/AAAAAAAAASY/PlROX_Z5qBU/s320/P1160609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jo : I'm not hungry anymore.. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTDHw-X4bI/AAAAAAAAASQ/chAEZdyjRxM/s1600-h/P1160608.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063386419244294578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTDHw-X4bI/AAAAAAAAASQ/chAEZdyjRxM/s320/P1160608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;May : Delle's a pig for calling me a pig!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTYig-X4iI/AAAAAAAAATI/x0h9d6ewsIc/s1600-h/P1160617+.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063409968549978658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTYig-X4iI/AAAAAAAAATI/x0h9d6ewsIc/s320/P1160617+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mel : Like I said, this is how you eat a chicken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTY2w-X4lI/AAAAAAAAATg/cKTCWDDvgPo/s1600-h/P1160616+.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063410316442329682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTY2w-X4lI/AAAAAAAAATg/cKTCWDDvgPo/s320/P1160616+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ping : *gasps* Did you just take a picture of me kissing my chicken? eh chicken, I'm a good kisser rite? That's cus I have the longest tongue! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTDIw-X4dI/AAAAAAAAASg/xWCMGRV8vKk/s1600-h/P1160610.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063386436424163794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTDIw-X4dI/AAAAAAAAASg/xWCMGRV8vKk/s320/P1160610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Val : I'm officialy one of them goons now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063560232275796626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkVhNA-X4pI/AAAAAAAAAUA/TlC4Bh8ETNk/s320/P1160618+.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wei : Goblok eats bread. ChOcOlaTe BrEaDdDDdddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTYjg-X4kI/AAAAAAAAATY/EStGJTp6O64/s1600-h/P1160619+.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063409985729847874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RkTYjg-X4kI/AAAAAAAAATY/EStGJTp6O64/s320/P1160619+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me, myself and I : the only sane one. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-THE END-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-4681994702416118350?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/4681994702416118350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=4681994702416118350&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4681994702416118350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4681994702416118350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally-posting-this-up.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RjMXAg-X3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/h4_Batzi4c4/s72-c/DSC01157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-4874742315710313426</id><published>2007-04-25T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:55:23.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chia Wei? 19? OMG !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lee Chia Wei!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;sudah tua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has looks of an adult at one angle, looks of a little girl at the other angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a girl, not yet a woman? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a mentallity of an adult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;probably only at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a frown of an adult, a smile of a little girl who squeels with delight at the sight of a candybar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder whether she's already 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is friends with a superb being, Shwe Ying. *beams proudly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, Wei, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wei, &lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blessed belated 19th birthday to you, girl! Start acting your age, aights? You can start by not teasing me! ekekekeke.. Muakx!! Love you lots lots lots! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057779025906752882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RjDXOg-X3XI/AAAAAAAAAJo/SxbKSNVRVRY/s320/P1160149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Poyooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Being a poyo is a norm for Wei. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8413262-4874742315710313426?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/4874742315710313426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=4874742315710313426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4874742315710313426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4874742315710313426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/04/chia-wei-19-omg.html' title='Chia Wei? 19? OMG !'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RjDXOg-X3XI/AAAAAAAAAJo/SxbKSNVRVRY/s72-c/P1160149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-4636112507960636773</id><published>2007-04-19T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T17:09:36.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Upon requests from my dear avid readers, I am here to update this about to die blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two weeks of break have been ... moderately fun besides today. Today was shitty. I woke up, walked to the toilet, suddenly the ground started to spin. my head was spinning. my whole body was spinning. There was this blackness slowly covering my sight while the pain crept up to my head. The next thing i know, I was on the floor, my kakak was like, " shwe ying! shwe ying! *slaps my face* omg.. omg.. shwe ying wake up.! are u ok? are u ok?? wake up!! *slaps me face*. that's all I could remember. I think I was out for a minute or two. scary shit rite? =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's view back what I've been doing for the past week. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with mr cheow on monday! Ate at Colonial Times, The Curve. We ate Aloo Ghabi, Roganjosh Lamb, Palak Paneer and Butter Chicken. I fully recommend you readers to try Aloo Ghabi (something like dahl and potato) and Roganjosh Lamb ( lamb la, duh!)! Even the thought of it now makes me feel hungry. =P Palak Paneer (blended spinach with cheese) was.. erm.. not really that nice. The Butter Chicken tasted like every ordinary curry chicken. For those who are a big fan of northern india cuisine, you should try feasting there. Thanks for the dinner, mr cheow! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054831761548675394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RiZetJp4iUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sJv8EHSm0eE/s320/DSC02166.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The Bar-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ambience there was soothing. *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054833247607359842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RiZgDpp4iWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HxpzlV3x72w/s320/DSC02164.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Top L:R - Aloo Ghobi, Roganjosh Lamb&lt;br /&gt;Bottom L:R - Palak Paneer, Butter Chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Sunday, I had a new baby! It's name is Baby 3! *smiles* no la donk. It's not what you're thinking. I'm clean ok. VIRGIN still! hehehe.. Introducing..., Baby 3!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054838915390659986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RiZlNjyuXZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8FCXywz9tMY/s320/DSC02148.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Baby 3-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cute right? My new external harddisk! 250 gig for a dirt cheap price. =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me introduce Baby 1 &amp; Baby 2 to those who have not met them. They are another bunch of cuties. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054844644877032866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RiZqbDyuXaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jFWJbbH9cZA/s320/P1160134.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Baby 2-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;K800i! Love the camera on it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054845920482319810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RiZrlTyuXcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yE9kxke5qAg/s320/P1160145.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Baby 1-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This baby never fails to entertain me when I need entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmm..what else? oh! i went to Genting on Saturday with a bunch of monkeys (Tai Ka Che Megan, Wen Li, Andrew, Timothy, Kuan Yaw, Jeremy and myself). The thought of the entire trip can keep me laughing till the end of this century! here here let me tell you roughly what happened. We splashed rm 16.50 for the 2 o'clock bus that leaves from KL Central to Genting but ended up missing the bus thanks to Malaysia's KTM efficiency! babi... ish.. We ended up in Genting anyway by taking the 3 o'clock bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait. Did I mention, there werent any rooms available when megan tried booking earlier? hahaha! ya we were going up to genting with no place to stay, hoping some travellers cancel their rooms last minute for us to take over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok we reached, searched for a place to stay but to no avail. Yep, that's right. We were beggars for a night, walking around Genting with no place to stay till the next morning. ahahahahhaahha!! Place or no place to stay, it was fun! Thanks to these peeps, I had a great time! =) tai ka che! next trip after special sem ya! hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055219489929542370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Rie_V6bhuuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/n_YutCFSwL4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Breathtaking-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;On the way up to Genting on the cable car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055219674613136114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Rie_gqbhuvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7zXNAyCTdTk/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Walk and walk and walk and walk..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We were wakling around more than playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055221285225872130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifA-abhuwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UJqq3bn-bdA/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The Monkeys-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;L-R: Timothy, Andrew, Wen Li, Megan, Me, Jeremy, Kuan Yaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055221770557176610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifBaqbhuyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/tsJP9W1jfow/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Wormy Food?-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the worm near the carrots? Yep, that's my meal. *pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055230794283465746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifJn6bhvBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/W83uPvt5SIw/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Sizzling Car-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is what happened when you're bored with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055222165694167858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifBxqbhuzI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KbkY03MNCcE/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Day Dreaming-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tim looking weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055222578011028290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifCJqbhu0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/0QvbhWL3Qng/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Monkeys Below-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055222831414098770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifCYabhu1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/nNf0kFsIN78/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Chargers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I find this cool. There was a station where you can charge your dead phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055223149241678690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifCq6bhu2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/dRVUlcpVB7g/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Quail's Eggs-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were serving this at the Thai Bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055223372579978098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifC36bhu3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ax7Q-pToX7I/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Caught ya! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tsk tsk.. hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055224377602325378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifDyabhu4I/AAAAAAAAAII/jzrVc6lM20I/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Jakuns!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Forgot to mention, they werent only monkeys.. They were jakuns too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055224575170821010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifD96bhu5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EezR2cXKvkA/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pucker Up-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cant remember what food they were eating.. hmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055224888703433650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifEQKbhu7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Oyf7I9ZmhTY/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Water Dispenser-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A bottle of water in Genting = RM 6&lt;br /&gt;Water from water dispenser = FOC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055224686839970722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifEEabhu6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/5_vskfL-u48/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Biggest Energizer Mascot?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pic was taken below a bridge. Explains the silhouette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055237107885390882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifPXabhvCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1nLARHLA2OM/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Misty Road-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;@ 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055226529380940754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifFvqbhu9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/j2slNjMdJgw/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055226851503487970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifGCabhu-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/B95cbxCMH04/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Beggars?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Andrew and Tim. haha! Told you we didnt have any rooms to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055227448503942130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifGlKbhu_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/vQnNLTyE9RA/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Elephant In Genting-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They were celebrating Thai's New Year in Genting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055240260391386162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RifSO6bhvDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jaxy5Rbwtps/s320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Pweeeetyyyyyyyyyy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;God's lovely creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Will update more from time to time. =) Till then, God bless! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-4636112507960636773?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/4636112507960636773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=4636112507960636773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4636112507960636773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4636112507960636773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RiZetJp4iUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sJv8EHSm0eE/s72-c/DSC02166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-8169602287614154846</id><published>2007-04-10T03:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:28:18.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delle hits 19 today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The cute little girl who was once naive and innocent finally moved into the age of being a sweet lass with a cool attitude. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever forget this babe who was with me throughout the thick and thin especially during our prefect days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the day I met her back in form 1. ahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the day she decided to step into my world of being a prefect. hohoh! little did she know that she was stucked with me for 2 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; our ungodly hour morning walk around the school trying to find the perfect spot to see the sunrise when we should be in bed like every other students!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will always remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; our walkway to 'Pulau Ketam',how we fought to get each other off the walkway claiming it's hers and only hers and got glared by other students because of how idiotic we looked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the times when it was me and her against the other directors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the tower that we built out of mashed up newspaper and starch for installation that ended up a failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the nights in the tent in Rebutia. hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will always remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; no matter how crazy my idea was, she never say no unless it was impossible to carry out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how patient she was with me, listening to my complains about this and that; and telling me everything will work out fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will always remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; how she reasoned things out with her logical head of hers. hehe.. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how tigress looking she looked when yin,jo,ping and I accidentally woke her up with our noises on the 2nd night in Pangkor.( I almost had a heart attack that nite! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just the few of the many memories that have been engraved permanently in my heart.As I am typing this, tears are staining my cheeks. She's one of the few whom made an impact in my life; and she's leaving soon... =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been seeing things in a new perspective. With that, I realised that I've been self-absorbed towards the people and the surroundings around me. Blinded by my self-absorption, I did not see the effort put by others.For example, the beautiful scrapbook that I recieved for valentines day, the short yet sweet messages sent by many, the plain yet meaningful handmade bookmarks... These are just a few of many other examples. I put too much effort into pleasing others that I did not realise that by doing so, I'm neglecting those who actually cares for me. I regretted and I wish there's something I could do to tell these people how thankful I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i am ranting and getting all emo here and you probably dont get what I am saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just want you to know that, I am sincerely grateful to have you stepped into my life. I am sorry for not being the great of friends and never really did show how much I appreciate our friendship.I am not really that good in expressing myself as the others la... hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If there's a button to press to turn back time, I would be the first to reach for that button. All in all, I just want to thank you for everything. =) Blessed 19th birthday, girl! May the Lord shower you with abundance of blessings. May He be with you as you move into a new age. God bless you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love you lots, girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Delle hits 19 today!!! blessed bday babe! rock on~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051752566350186770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RhtuMZp4iRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bHAzkkDVbaQ/s320/DSC00100.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Cool Is The Word-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A composed Delle despite the hectic pace of surroundings&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;One of our yam cha sessions @ Darussalam, Subang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-8169602287614154846?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/8169602287614154846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=8169602287614154846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/8169602287614154846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/8169602287614154846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/04/delle-hits-19-today.html' title='Delle hits 19 today!'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RhtuMZp4iRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bHAzkkDVbaQ/s72-c/DSC00100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-1842864330280503100</id><published>2007-04-09T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T03:07:49.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Rejuvenate</title><content type='html'>I'm done! I'm done! finish with my 2nd sem! at last~!! =) 3 weeks break before my special sem. Gonna use the time to rejuvenate. Wanna catch up with myself, read some novels, spend more time working out to keep in shape. hehe.. so need to get back my already-at-negative-stamina. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaa.. ping, here's the long overdue tag that I owed you. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Your First.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. FIRST REAL BEST FRIEND:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ha. ha. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. FIRST SCHOOL:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;is a kindergarden considered as a school? if yes, then tadika maju.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. FIRST CELL PHONE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3210. cow's killer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. FIRST LOVE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my school books, yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. FIRST PET:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fish! it was a really beautiful coloured fighting fish. *sobs* it died.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. FIRST DAY:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;? not a complete question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. FIRST FIGHT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;was with my brother. cant remember over what, but i'm sure it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;must be something stupid la. we were young stupid monsters.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. FIRST CELEBRITY CRUSH:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;haha the guy that acted on X-Files!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. FIRST TIME OUT OF THE COUNTRY : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. FIRST JOB:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;part-time organ teacher =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;EVERYONE HAS THEIR LASTS TOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. LAST PERSON YOU HUGGED&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;was either adeline or val (uni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. LAST CAR RIDE:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Myself driving? or else, that would be when my mum's driving a couple of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;days ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Two Saturdays ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Some movie on HBO.. I cant remember the title of it =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. LAST FOOD YOU ATE: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sushi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. LAST ITEM BOUGHT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Pills &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. LAST SHIRT WORN:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Milo t-shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. LAST THING YOU TOUCHED:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the buttons on my baby laptop la. or else how to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;type this.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. LAST TIME YOU WERE EXCITED FOR SOMETHING:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yesterday. for my finals to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. LAST THING YOU DRANK:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mango juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. LAST TIME YOU WERE REALLY HONESTLY HAPPY:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cant remember.. i lead a pretty pathetic sad case life. hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN FAVORITES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. TELEVISION SHOW:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;erm. many laa.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. FLOWER :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;anything would do. as long as it looks pweeetyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. COLOUR:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;green! it represents nature. i love nature. i love the serenity u get from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. SPORT: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tennis! I've not been playing for quite some time though.. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. MALL :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am not that crazy shopper kind of person. So, as long as it is as good as pyramid or better, will do. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.MUSIC:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my taste of music differs from time to time. I'm currently into house/trance/funk/urban/jazz. a remedy when I'm tired and emoed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. FOOD:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;macademia nuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. SEASON :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;this is m'sia. only one season which is humid hot season. hehe.. if i have the choice, i would spring. that's when the flowers bloom. superb =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. ANIMAL:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dogs! I wanna own a golden retriver or a german shepherd when I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;can afford. =) such adorable things~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. SUBJECT :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i'm not a fan of studying. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. LOVE OR LUST :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. HARD LIQUOR OR BEER:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Liquor! beer gives u the ugly belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. NIGHT OR THAT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;depends on occasion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. ONE NIGHT STAND OR RELATIONSHIP:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;relationship. I'm aint that one night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;kind of girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. TELEVISION OR INTERNET:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;internet. from the internet, u can connect to the tv channels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. PEPSI OR COKE: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;neither. aint healthy, yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;depending on my mood and the person i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. COLOURED PICTURES OR BLACK OR WHITE: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;colour. it shows 'now'. black or white represents the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. PHONE OR IN PERSON: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;In person. it is easier to see what he or she is thinking through their facial expression. it is more genuine. i hate fakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. FRIENDSTER OR MYSPACE: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN HAVE Y0U EVER's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; have you ever been caught sneakingout?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yes. got a hell lot of scolding after that. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. have you ever kissed someone you don't love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yes.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. have you ever done something you regret?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yes.. but then again, what's the point of regretting, no? It is already over. What is done is done. You cant turn back the time to redo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. have you ever bungee jumped?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Planning to! mr aaron is suppose to bring me to australia with him in years to come to try!right, aaron?? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. have you ever been on a house boat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yep! at kenyir lake. was really cool. stayed on it for 3 nites. we were hopping from one water fall to the other.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. have you ever finished an entire jaw breaker?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;apa itu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. have you ever wanted someone so badly it hurts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hahaha.. yeah.. *blushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. have you ever danced in the rain?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yea!was fun! hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. have you ever had a hang over?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;another yes for this. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051501622377636098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RhqJ9igg4QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/W9bGGsvM150/s320/P1150033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Swirling-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;9 feet long crackers before it was burned during this year's Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;@ Malacca.&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/8413262-1842864330280503100?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/1842864330280503100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=1842864330280503100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/1842864330280503100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/1842864330280503100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-to-rejuvenate.html' title='Time To Rejuvenate'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RhqJ9igg4QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/W9bGGsvM150/s72-c/P1150033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-1478535356195194905</id><published>2007-04-07T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:53:17.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Down, 1 More to Go!</title><content type='html'>MuAHahahHAHahhAHahhaHahAHh!! 5 down, 1 more to go and I am done with 2nd sem(only at 2nd sem.damn..long way more to go.) I am left with chemistry which is tomorrow. What a pig to make us sit for a paper on Easter Sunday! I am seriously not in the mood to study for the paper which spells trouble. =S It is the last paper before the break! how la to study.. more in the mood to enjoy than study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I am beginning to like this burning-the-midnight-oil and pulling-hair-till-bald-period. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reasons&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(only applicable at home. not in campus.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gets to sleep in how late I want (not that it makes any difference when it's not the exam period =P). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being fed well with craved food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cravings met&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have the say whether the house should be noisy or pin-drop silent. =P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Controls the tv.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Basically, being pampered like a pampers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hhehe.. I am enjoying every minute of it albeit gonna be over by tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051050105350709490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RhjvTygg4PI/AAAAAAAAAE4/h1oRZet3xC4/s320/DSC02002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; -Harshiebrownie!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;At 1 in the morning, I craved for harshbrown. 15 minutes later, it appeared on the table. Mum's the best! I am pampered like a pampers. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-1478535356195194905?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/1478535356195194905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=1478535356195194905&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/1478535356195194905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/1478535356195194905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/04/5-down-1-more-to-go.html' title='5 Down, 1 More to Go!'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RhjvTygg4PI/AAAAAAAAAE4/h1oRZet3xC4/s72-c/DSC02002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-5308378145362623450</id><published>2007-04-01T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T18:17:48.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress reliever...NOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaAaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrRggggggGgggggggggggggggggGGGGGGGGG&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ShItHeAd&lt;/span&gt;GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGggggggggggggggggggggggggggGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGgGggggggggggGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGgGgGgggGGGGGGGGGGGGGGgGgGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gGggggggggggHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhHhHhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHhHHHHHHHHHhHhHhhhhhhhHhHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhFrEaKhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHhHhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLife'sABITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRHGHHHHHHHHHHHHhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*SCREAMS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hATeS eXaMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048439879811976786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Rg-pUqobzlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LxIDj1LvrgM/s320/DSC01989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - Loyal Companion -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048437251291991602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Rg-m7qobzjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FdMFu6dMgKw/s320/DSC01987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-What A Mess.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;One more week to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-5308378145362623450?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/5308378145362623450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=5308378145362623450&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/5308378145362623450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/5308378145362623450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/04/g.html' title='Stress reliever...NOT.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Rg-pUqobzlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LxIDj1LvrgM/s72-c/DSC01989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-6640684649132677780</id><published>2007-03-31T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T02:28:43.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meanders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind, my body and my soul; meandering around aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am virtually comatose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hide but failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047780872914980322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Rg1R9aobzeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ywsz-yxiQx0/s320/edit+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Rejuvenation-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Beach @ Pangkor Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-6640684649132677780?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/6640684649132677780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=6640684649132677780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/6640684649132677780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/6640684649132677780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/03/meanders.html' title='Meanders.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Rg1R9aobzeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ywsz-yxiQx0/s72-c/edit+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-3989554343924468566</id><published>2007-03-25T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:40:56.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A  Hearty Thank You Said.</title><content type='html'>A day. It came, it went. Another day. It came, it went.&lt;br /&gt;The cycle goes on and on, waiting for no one. As the day comes and goes, shit happens, also it resolves if it is time for it to be resolved; and you see who is real and who is not. I'm guessing, God is testing my faith, strength and patience. No doubt I'm in the state of agitation, but I believe, it will be a mark of a fresh beginning once this, as what my fellow pokok-manggian said, transition period comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to express my gratitude to those whom walked alongside me throughout this rough period of time for the past few weeks. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the words of encouragement whenever I'm at the midst of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for pulling me up whenever I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me laugh whenever I'm about to tear.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the comfort whenever I'm faced with discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for lending me a ear when I needed to spill my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the prayers and support when I was tormented by that evil whispers and shadows.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for understanding, although I myself did not understand at times.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for believing although some of my family members and the few whom I thought I trust, did not.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your concern.&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, thank you for stepping into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045869282483943730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RgaHYNWCuTI/AAAAAAAAADU/ChhjIcW5JJU/s320/DSC01918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Walk Alongside Me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Foosball Table @ Breakers, Hartamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-3989554343924468566?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/3989554343924468566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=3989554343924468566&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/3989554343924468566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/3989554343924468566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/03/hearty-thank-you-said.html' title='A  Hearty Thank You Said.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RgaHYNWCuTI/AAAAAAAAADU/ChhjIcW5JJU/s72-c/DSC01918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-3909024508897994705</id><published>2007-03-24T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:36:53.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only The Savannah Remains.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We chose the faint chill morning, friend and friend.Pacing the twilight out beneath an oak,soul calling soul to judgement; and we spoke strange things and deep as any poet penned. Such truth as never truth again can mend.Whatever arts we win, what gods invoke;it was not wrath, it made nor strife nor smoke: be what it may, it had a solemn end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my own, but mostly the savannah where the tumbleweeds fade away and die. Before the glassy sun burns a summer of crystals, the glistering water of the high seas of which was so far a place as of where vultures roam. I looked around but you weren't anywhere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now the sea is wild with despair and deep blue like a prairie of blue flowers. Your usually calm and heavenly eyes full of tears of anger, bitterly falling one after one into a river till the river of life turned red in blood.Then you disappeared without saying good-bye.Not a word from you. You became like desolation in its grave in my life. Once, the skies were a realm of stars, the sun shone brightly in the skies, and you were there to share the calmness. But now I stand here in midst of the tall grass.Only the savannah remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045824683543542050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RgZe0NWCuSI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ejb08zentBw/s320/DSC00975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-In Midst Of The Tall Grass-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;@ The peak of Gunung Angsi, Negeri Sembilan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-3909024508897994705?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/3909024508897994705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=3909024508897994705&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/3909024508897994705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/3909024508897994705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/03/16th-day.html' title='Only The Savannah Remains.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RgZe0NWCuSI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ejb08zentBw/s72-c/DSC00975.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-633031931158877289</id><published>2007-03-19T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T13:13:27.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Afraid Or Not To Be Afraid?</title><content type='html'>I will never put up this particular post unless I think it is something people should be aware of. We should not be oblivious of what's around us. There are things that we can see. There are also things that we cannot see with our naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, I encountered something that I have never encounter before in my many years of living. Something that would make you leap out from your skin. Something that would cause a sudden rush of goosebumps all over you. Something that the weak would faint and the strong trembles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first encounter happened in my own room in my apartment (uniten).&lt;br /&gt;It was about 4-5 in the morning, the week before my chemistry midterm. As what the usual me would do, I was burning the midnight oil la. A cup of concentrated coffee just an arm away, my chemistry text books and notes neatly laid on the table, and there I was at my study table trying to understand what my chem text books and notes are babbling about.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it came. The chilly whisper of my name behind me... It caught my attention but I ignored because I thought maybe it was just me being tired. You know when you're tired and sleepy, your mind tends to go cuckoo and blur right?&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my work when suddenly, I heard the same damn whisper again. I didnt dare to turn around nor look left or right.. There's a mirror at the back of me and.. you know la. You dont want to see things after hearing!&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I freaked out. All I could do was to pray that God protects me from whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of my prayer, there it was again.The same exact whisper, whispering my name. The hair at the back of my neck was standing, I broke into cold sweat.. Goosebumps everywhere! My heart was beating faster than usual. I just stared at my chem text book, not daring to move an inch. After goodness knows how long, I could not take it any longer. I closed my eyes, switched on the bedlamp, jump into my bed and hid under my comforter till I saw the sun peeping through my window. I'm still getting the chill when I think of it. Even now when I'm typing this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second encounter was a very recent one. It happened during my calculus test 2 in the library examination hall, 16th of March, the Friday that just passed.&lt;br /&gt;I was engrossed in the paper when suddenly,... yes, the eerie whisper of my name. It came from behind. Hey, it was a very important test, lecturers were in every coordinate of the hall and time was very limited. How could anyone whispered my name? How could anyone whispered the exact whisper I heard during my first encounter when I did not tell anyone else but my housemates about the incident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be my imagination? Could it be me going crazy? If it is neither those, Leave me alone pls!! damnnit! what do you want from me?! I'm affected mentally and emotionally! Enough of scaring me out of my wits! Now, bugger off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls, pls pls pls pls pls pls let that be my last encounter of whatever it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, protect me from all evil with your protective warm caring unfailing hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043356746068067602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Rf2aPVz1BRI/AAAAAAAAADE/Y4PvyyZXWeo/s320/P1130968+watermark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-A Translucent Little Boy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is it what I think it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Walk way near Gurney Drive, Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-633031931158877289?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/633031931158877289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=633031931158877289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/633031931158877289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/633031931158877289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-be-afraid-or-not-to-be-afraid.html' title='To Be Afraid Or Not To Be Afraid?'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Rf2aPVz1BRI/AAAAAAAAADE/Y4PvyyZXWeo/s72-c/P1130968+watermark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-396702516199419421</id><published>2007-03-15T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T02:25:12.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Comes Another One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So many things happened within a short period. Before one’s digested, up comes another one. One after another. No, I’m not going to mope. Did that, and hell, it got me into shit. I’ve chose to absorb them at a slow pace, tune out from this cruel world and indulge to a new world of my own, distract myself by studying when i'm not indulging in my own world, and turning to my new found trusted source of comfort, God.&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You are my comfort, but day by day, my faith is thinning. The more friction there is, the thinner it will become. Soon, it will vanish. Come on, God! Put a halt to all these crap! Change the force of friction to zero newton!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unwanted Events of The Week :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved home in Sunway, sold. 6 more months left for me to truly appreciate the roof that has been above my head for many many years.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday ( Wed ), my mum was driving my dad’s car in SS18 and decided to drop by at the Hyundai show room ( or is it service centre? ) in SS18 near my grandma’s place to find out the 2nd hand value of my dad’s Sonata. The car is still in a very good shape despite it’s age. It is to be sold to a friend of my dad’s soon. So of course la we will have to take good care of it before handing the car to another person.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to what happened. My mum parked the car in front of the show room, in front as in directly in front where they put the cars for test drive. She came out from the car, locked the car which is the usual routine, then went into show room. The only thing that she managed to grab was the pamphlet before she realized that she left her handbag in the car. That was about 3 minutes after she went into the showroom. She went back to the car, lo and behold, one side of the window was smashed into pieces. And obviously, her handbag is no where insight.&lt;br /&gt;3 MINUTES!! 3 MINUTES and the bloody bastards managed to smash the damn window into pieces and grab my mum’s handbag. My mum should not have left her handbag in the car, I know. I don’t blame her though, because I understand there are uncountable things running through her head every day that makes her forget the simplest task.&lt;br /&gt;It’s just so bloody disturbing that within 3 damn minutes, the deserve-to-die-humans can commit such offence and run away with people’s possession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weird thing is, the car was parked right in front of the showroom with walls that you can practically see the outside and yet, nobody saw this happening.Moreover, the alarm did not blast as how it is suppose to blast! The alarm was working fine before this. Probably the shit heads did something to it before they smash their way through. They ran away with a handphone, Rm500+ cash or is it RM 5000+ ( not sure whether she banked in the money into the bank....)?, credit cards, and lots of other stuff which I’m not sure it’s value… Not only that, the damage they caused will costs about RM200 – RM 300? Summing the losses up, it is about RM 800+… or RM 5K+ if she didnt bank in the money...The most expensive 3 minutes ! Thank God, this happened when my mum's inside the showroom. Not when she's still in the car. Who knows what might the heartless monsters do to my mum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One man's loss is another man's gain? If it's in a fair manner, I wouldnt mind. If you steal, you're not worthy to be called a human. You're just an uncivillized beast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screw the bastards who deserve to die!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To the bloody bastards who deserve to die, my wish for you is to die the most cruel death that mankind could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be with the sparse population of &lt;em&gt;buena personas&lt;/em&gt; (good people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to my own world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041841520260744450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Rfg4Jlz1BQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r0NCfJrCSZc/s320/DSC01767+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Hit &amp;amp; Run-&lt;br /&gt;Road @ Pokok Mangga, Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;The bloody undeserving bastards should end up like this reptile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-396702516199419421?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/396702516199419421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=396702516199419421&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/396702516199419421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/396702516199419421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/03/up-comes-another-one.html' title='Up Comes Another One'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Rfg4Jlz1BQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r0NCfJrCSZc/s72-c/DSC01767+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-1370842279028463527</id><published>2007-03-11T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T04:15:21.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There’s this really heavy, tangled-up feeling inside me which has been making me stoned, lifeless basically. I wish it would vanish soon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;8th of March 2007…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The day my dad left everything behind to pursue a new path in Abu Dhabi, UAE.&lt;br /&gt;Life is about to change from that very day. It sure is. It feels so weird without my dad’s presence at home. Nobody making stupid comments. Nobody pestering me to make a cup of coffee. Nobody asking me to lower the fan’s speed. Nobody talking about experiences backpacking all over Europe and the US.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt he said things that weren’t really nice at times, I still miss his presence. I thank God for giving him the opportunity to make a come back. God does everything in His time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RfMOuVz1BNI/AAAAAAAAACk/llU5FesAsAM/s1600-h/DSC01840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040388597249017042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RfMOuVz1BNI/AAAAAAAAACk/llU5FesAsAM/s320/DSC01840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Dad's Air Ticket-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040388962321237218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RfMPDlz1BOI/AAAAAAAAACs/QsnNwuH5gz8/s320/DSC01852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Bye, Bye, Luggages...-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my dad left, there is this cloud hovering over my head that holds endless reminiscences of my 18 years and 7 months of life. Memories, memories, memories.. There's so much emphasis put on memories. The moments we remember, both good and bad, seem to make us who we are and influence how we react to the present.&lt;br /&gt;I love to remember. I love to slip away from reality and go somewhere I’ve been, be with people I miss, and stay awhile there inside my yesterdays. All those are like an old role of black and white film projecting on the screen one after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A week ago, I thought about my favorite “firsts”..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I went on a trip with my family. The first time I laid my feet on the Australian land. The first time my dad thought me how to ride a bicycle. The first time I tasted I-can’t-remember-it’s-name fruit. =P. The first time I hiked up right to the peak of Gunung Ledang (the first real mountain I climbed.) The first time I saw my buddy, and the first time I saw a bird nurturing it’s chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling of remembering, but oh, the thrill of the "first time" for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself,&lt;br /&gt;how exciting it would be if I could experience the beauty of everything around me as if it were the first time.&lt;br /&gt;How thrilling it would be to see the wonder in a sunrise and sunset..for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;All that I value in my life and pretend for a moment that I could awaken tomorrow and experience them once more… for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried imagining,&lt;br /&gt;how it would be to treat everyone I meet tomorrow like it was the first time. No, not pretending like they don’t know me and I don’t know them la… It’s about making a real effort to “see” them. A chance to really pay attention to who they are and what they bring to my life. Taking the time to re-discover why I love them, why I call them friend, why I enjoy their company so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to see the world around me for the first time… The house I live in, the neighborhood, the trees, the birds…&lt;br /&gt;Everything in my life, everyone in my life, was once a "first time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040391363207955698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RfMRPVz1BPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/X95w058CTs8/s320/P1040242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-A Beauty That Amazes Me-&lt;br /&gt;Sunset in Port Dickson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-1370842279028463527?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/1370842279028463527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=1370842279028463527&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/1370842279028463527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/1370842279028463527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/03/adios.html' title='Adios'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RfMOuVz1BNI/AAAAAAAAACk/llU5FesAsAM/s72-c/DSC01840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-4297929687195997358</id><published>2007-03-05T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T00:50:33.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Chinese New Year 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Rer3lB2smyI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZUZanYRWbDQ/s1600-h/P1100197(edit2)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038111348692392738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Rer3lB2smyI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZUZanYRWbDQ/s320/P1100197(edit2)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tea pouring ceremony in my grandmother's house, Malacca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- A Tradition-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ang Pow collection, family reunion meals, yee sangs, yam sengs, house visiting, gambling, and cookies have finally come to an end. Yesterday, 4th of March 2007 was the last day of all that. Now, it's time for serious business! Study!! I so have to pick up my pace in my studies before I'm out of time. Tentatively, my finals kicks-off on the 2nd of April which means, I'm left with 4 weeks to squeeze everything into my brain. *cries* =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-4297929687195997358?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/4297929687195997358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=4297929687195997358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4297929687195997358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4297929687195997358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/03/tea-pouring-ceremony-in-my-grandmothers.html' title='The End of Chinese New Year 2007'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/Rer3lB2smyI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZUZanYRWbDQ/s72-c/P1100197(edit2)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-8689271201413884079</id><published>2007-03-03T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T04:42:32.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't Muah Th'ng.</title><content type='html'>Goodmorning, my fellow earthlings. It's now 2.34 am on the 3rd of March 2007. My arse laid on this chair in front my baby laptop, tippy-tapping the buttons, with Corrine Bailey Rae playing softly out from my baby laptop speaker.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my Chemistry Midterm, finally! I've always hated chemistry from the day I swirled out from my mother's womb. Chemistry ain't muah th'ng. So, as usual, I was gasping for air forcing chemistry facts into my brain for the past weeks. Actually, two weeks. hehe.. One week before this paper, I realised I was not at all prepared! What I downloaded from my chemistry notes and text book the week before could not be detected in my "harddisk". damn, see what it does to your head! Chem facts causes virus to your brain. This virus deletes anything regarding chemistry from your "harddisk". I'm your living proof! ( actually, I'm just plain dumb. =P )&lt;br /&gt;And so, because of those deleted chemistry info, I had to boil the midnight cooking oil before it was too late! Sleepless nights, weary brain and body, bad mood, overdosage of caffeine are the results of sleeping at 5-6 am and waking up at 8 am for the past 5 days! How bout what I managed to study? hehehe.. I didnt finish the last two questions! I didnt have the time, and I was clueless! I did that particular questions before but I just couldnt recall back at that moment of time. I'm such a forgetful dimwit! Speaking about being forgetful, I think my memory is failing me as the days pass. =S I keep forgetting where I last put my handphone, my purse, my keys, my this, my that ,and this and that. I might forget to put on my clothes one day. Either I'm forgetful, or just absent-minded la. I do things subconsiously because I'm thinking about other things. Scary shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next upcoming paper,Calculus. March 16th and Lab Finals, March 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;Today I officially close the "boiling the midnight cooking oil for chemistry". Gonna plug myself into a socket to recharge my batteries before I officiate the "burning the midnight cooking oil for CALCULUS." I think one of my problems is, there isnt any motivation for me to study. No "pusher".Pusher is like a catalyst.They are there to help you to be better. Back in school last time, I was having a hard time with my addmath.I was about to give up when then came trotting buddy yinny, my catalyst in her shiny gown, ( shiny armour. shiny GOWN. hehehe.. get it? =P I'm sorry , I cant help being lame! hehe.. ) Dropping words of inspiration every now and then, patiently explained a few hundred or so, addmath problems, making sure I do better in every test and exams by giving me her own "test", basically motivating me to be all set and ready to battle that subject in SPM. All her hard work did pay off. Got an A1. hhohoohoh! Could not do it without her! Really really sincerely did and still do appreciate what she did. =)&lt;br /&gt;You see, that's what I need again! I'm so darn bloody piggy lazy and dimwittly useless! bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go sleep now. I can hardly lift my eyeslids.! Nights, earthling. Peace~Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037427821827103490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/ReiJ6h2smwI/AAAAAAAAABI/pZpN0mnnwqg/s320/DSC01186+watermark.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Studying in the library. (Picture snapped in the library of Uniten)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-8689271201413884079?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/8689271201413884079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=8689271201413884079&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/8689271201413884079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/8689271201413884079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/03/aint-muah-thng.html' title='Ain&apos;t Muah Th&apos;ng.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/ReiJ6h2smwI/AAAAAAAAABI/pZpN0mnnwqg/s72-c/DSC01186+watermark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-6812184494181966590</id><published>2007-03-02T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:59:05.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lynn's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RecSMJJq6uI/AAAAAAAAAA8/A_SZOKYHkAE/s1600-h/PC310132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037014708061399778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RecSMJJq6uI/AAAAAAAAAA8/A_SZOKYHkAE/s320/PC310132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Someone just turned 19 today~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;(1st of March)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Miss Chong Ai-Lynn! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Blessed 19th birthday, budak! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;You're one of the 19 years old aunties adi. hehehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;God bless! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-6812184494181966590?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/6812184494181966590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=6812184494181966590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/6812184494181966590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/6812184494181966590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/03/lynns-day.html' title='Lynn&apos;s day!'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/RecSMJJq6uI/AAAAAAAAAA8/A_SZOKYHkAE/s72-c/PC310132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-3827648072389958780</id><published>2007-02-28T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:28:50.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggy.</title><content type='html'>My fellow pokok mangga-ian friend of mine tagged me. I'm taking a break from studying so, i'm gonna just put this up for the heck of it. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Layer One:On The Outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Name :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Shwe Ying The Great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Birth Date :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;the auspicious year of 1988 in the month of August on a beautiful 28th day of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current status :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;single &amp; available! anybody? hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Eye Colour :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;erm, dunno. i think it is black. but it looks brown to me at times. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair Colour :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;brown! dyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Righty or Lefty :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;righty for the right brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Two :On The Inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heritage&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;cina! with a touch of nyonya blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Fears :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1) to drift further apart from that person as a friend who has been such a dear for the past years.&lt;br /&gt;2) lizards! I can never sleep if i see a lizard in my room.&lt;br /&gt;3) failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your Weakness :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;insecure, unforgiving, gets jealous easily only in certain issues. ( i'm getting better though. hehe.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Perfect Pizza :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;not really a big fan of pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Three :Yesterday, Today , Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your Thoughts First Waking Up :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I need more sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your Bedtime :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;been sleeping at 5-6 in the morning and dragging myself out from bed at 8am for class.. midnight oil burning caused by exams! boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Most Missed Memory :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The closeness we had back in school.. If only I could turn back&lt;br /&gt;time, I would like to go through that again despite the arguments..&lt;br /&gt;I miss being how we were. The staying overs, the chit-chattings,&lt;br /&gt;the studying together, inspiring each other, the ups and downs we&lt;br /&gt;went through.. everything! It ain't the same any more.. We aren't as&lt;br /&gt;as close now.. taken over. oh well.. my most missed memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Layer Four : Your Pick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pepsi or Coke :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;both taste the same to me.. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;McDonald's or Burger King :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;mcd! cheaper. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Single or Group Dates :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adidas or Nike :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;adidas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tea or Nestea :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;choco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cappucino or Coffee :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;coffee. I cant live without it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Layer Five : Do You..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Smoke :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Once in a blue moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Curse :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yea only when i'm furious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Take a shower :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you don't see flies around me, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a crush :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yep * blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think you've been in love :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Go to school :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; education is the only key to our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want to get married :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yea.. dont wanna be a spinster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Believe in yourself :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; depending with the situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Think you're a health freak :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so-so. I want to lose my adipose tissues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Six : In The Past Month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Drank alcohol :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as in last month january? yep. Drank wine while showering cream on yin on her bday. hehe.. and a couple of times at my grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone to the mall :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; obviously.. new year shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Been on stage :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that's in dec.. christmas play rox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eaten sushi :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ican't remember..hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dyed your hair :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yep yep.. darker brown. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Layer Seven : Have You Ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played A Stripping Game :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;nah.. nobody wanted to play with me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Changed Who You Were To Fit In :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;No way! If you don't like me, too bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Eight : Age You're Hoping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Be Married :&lt;/strong&gt; Wasnt this asked earlier ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Layer Nine : In a Girl/Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Best Eye Colour :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; brownish.&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Best Hair Colour :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whatever that comes in the package la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Short Hair or Long Hair :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; short, pls. Long hair makes guys look gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Layer Ten : What Were You Doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1 Min Ago :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Hour Ago :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; studied chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4.5 Hours Ago :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; studied chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Month Ago :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; january? threw a bday surprise for my buddy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1 Year Ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was busy being an 18 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Layer Eleven : Finish The Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I Love :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; God, my family, my friends, my buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Feel :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; woozy doozy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I Hate :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a particular person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I Hide :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my hatred for that particular person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I Miss :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the closeness we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I Need :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to study.. argh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Twelve : Tag Six People&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1) Mel Chen!&lt;br /&gt;2) Kuan Cheen. hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3) Clarence&lt;br /&gt;4) phoebe pandi. =P&lt;br /&gt;5) miss sarah in M1-07-08 Room 1! ;)&lt;br /&gt;6) erm.. my sister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-3827648072389958780?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/3827648072389958780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=3827648072389958780&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/3827648072389958780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/3827648072389958780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/02/taggy.html' title='Taggy.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-3149687099509764242</id><published>2007-02-27T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:05:12.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/ReQPEJJq6tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dlnO-txiqbc/s1600-h/DSC01284+(watermark)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036166847157430994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/ReQPEJJq6tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dlnO-txiqbc/s320/DSC01284+(watermark)1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;     -Wonders of Nature. (Picture snapped in a farm in Malacca)-&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We never take the time to see how much blessing has been bestowed upon us. We are always concern about tomorrow and the days to come. You know, the devil is always pointing towards tomorrow, the future. Hence, we will always be trapped in vicious cycle of worries and fear like, worrying what's gonna happen, etc,etc. Why not live today? Do not give in to the devil. Give thanks to what you have in life. The problem with us ( or is it just me? ) is unless we have a breakthrough/sweet success, we will be happy. We do not realise, along the way, He is blessing us with a lot of things. Stop a moment. Smell the flowers. How blessed we are to have a loving family, friends, the lovely weather, the things we own. We focused too much on chasing our dreams till we forgot what is surrounding us. Take time to appreciate the many blessings. Do not take things for granted. Treasure every soul, every possesion that is given to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In life, there will be many trials and tribulations. Whether we're in favour of it or not, we have to go through it. There are two choices. Go through the trials and tribulations with worries and fear, or go through the trials and tribulations with a light heart. Either ways, God is there to overcome the trials and tribulations. Nothing in this life can hurt me, or you. Believe me, I experienced it first hand. My dad managed to grab the golden opportunity that will be a turning point for my family. To work in United Arab Emirates. You see, after years of living with the financial bumps and potholes, we are about to see a change. I believe, it is His plans. Things happen in His time. The trials and tribulations will end eventually. God has His plans for us. He knows what He is doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will miss being together with my dad and my mum and my little sister ( that's if they go with my dad which is a most probably.), miss spending time as a family. I hate being apart from my family. It's not the same without them... A week or two is fine, but not the entire time!! And seeing them for only 10 days in every 4 months is not sufficient!! aaaa... I don't know how I'm gonna take the whole situation when the day comes for them to leave... *sighs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-3149687099509764242?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/3149687099509764242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=3149687099509764242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/3149687099509764242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/3149687099509764242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/02/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/ReQPEJJq6tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dlnO-txiqbc/s72-c/DSC01284+(watermark)1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-4106283970308104135</id><published>2007-02-26T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:06:14.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope I Am Wrong</title><content type='html'>Do you ever think there's someone out there looking after you? Would you believe that I could be your guardian angel? I am looking after you. I am your guardian angel. Your thoughts got lost in the ocean and your pride as strong as the sea. Your heart is blocked by a raincloud only thunder and rain can be seen. Say the words and I will be there. No, actually you don't even have to say anything. I am always there. but you turned to someone else. It's ok, I still appreciate you being a part of my life although I wish you see me as how I see you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could define all the thoughts that crossed my mind. Help me figure out the difference between right and wrong,weak and strong, day and night, where I belong and help me make the right decisions to know which way to turn, lessons to learn and just what my purpose is here.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was all in my head but something felt wrong with my heart and was I a fool to believe that nothing could tear us apart but little by little, we changed. My days were always bright when you were around.My heart was filled with life. And they still do. But we’d never be the way we were again, am I right? You don’t have to say a word because deep inside I already know. I’m gonna miss what we had and even though it’s killing me, I gotta accept things the way that they are, not the way that I wish they would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035872702027197106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/ReMDipJq6rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BsJNmDhfQaI/s320/DSC01687edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-4106283970308104135?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/4106283970308104135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=4106283970308104135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4106283970308104135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/4106283970308104135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-hope-i-am-wrong.html' title='I Hope I Am Wrong'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/ReMDipJq6rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BsJNmDhfQaI/s72-c/DSC01687edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-6256404650259033019</id><published>2007-02-26T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T04:32:37.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Belated Bday, Jo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mojo JoJo!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035571959827196578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/ReHyBJJq6qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7TAOdhK6-JI/s320/31.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blessed belated 19th birthday to you, girl!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16th of February)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe.. late I know, it's the thought that counts ok! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God bless you. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-6256404650259033019?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/6256404650259033019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=6256404650259033019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/6256404650259033019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/6256404650259033019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/02/blessed-belated-bday-jo.html' title='Blessed Belated Bday, Jo!'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t828hCWTDxU/ReHyBJJq6qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7TAOdhK6-JI/s72-c/31.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-5897867917437816166</id><published>2007-02-25T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:02:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Denying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Many times this has been tied to a rock. Throwing that rock into the bottomless ocean hoping it will never ever turn up onto the surface but guess what? that string broke many times and obviously, it appeared back onto the surface. I'm tired of tying this to a rock over and over again. From now on, it's gonna stay afloat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My very last drop of energy has been mustered to deny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deny.Deny.Deny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is the day I stop denying. I am out of energy. I have come to a firm decision to call a halt to it. No more denying. Although this decision of mine slashes me inside out,it is time to face the cold hard fact. The truth. The reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.It is no more comfortable as how it was and I despise that. Tried being in denial about that but I cant anymore.Adding to that, I am no more in denial in where I stand. It is definitely a hard slap to see her above me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hm.. maybe I should be more like her to get the same attention.... on 2nd thoughts, nah... I cant tolerate everything about that person, I'm not that evil to turn myself into a person I hate so much! I love myself too much to be that sort of person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wish something could be done...(aaa... ying.. stop wishing. WAKE UP, WILL YOU?! STOP FOOLING YOURSELF!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess, I should never have put my expectation that high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are no words to describe the impact you had in my life, thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-The end of being the person I was-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413262-5897867917437816166?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/5897867917437816166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=5897867917437816166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/5897867917437816166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/5897867917437816166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/02/many-times-this-has-been-tied-to-rock.html' title='Stop Denying.'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413262.post-6585809765240805893</id><published>2007-02-25T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T03:42:08.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Time to change from &lt;a href="http://shweying.multiply.com/"&gt;shweying.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.shweying.blogspot.com"&gt;shweying.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Welcome, humans! =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/8413262-6585809765240805893?l=shweying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/feeds/6585809765240805893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413262&amp;postID=6585809765240805893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/6585809765240805893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413262/posts/default/6585809765240805893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweying.blogspot.com/2007/02/stop-denying.html' title='New Blog!'/><author><name>Shwe Ying The Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134328390622808729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
